Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 15:30:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph Nathaniel <joseph_nthnl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeremy & Nate, #2

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November 24, 2006

Jeremy & Nate, Part 2


      "Thank you all for coming to this informational meeting for the
rowing team.  My name is Coach Richards, I'm the men's varsity team coach.
You will all meet the other coaches at practice tomorrow morning."  Jeremy
listened as the coach covered more of the logistics and basic rules of
being on the team.
      Jeremy had to beg to get time off of work tonight to come to this
meeting.  Nate had been pestering him to come all weekend since they first
met last Friday morning during a run.  He let himself be talked into going
to the two-day try out on Monday and Tuesday morning.  Nate told him that
it would be a great experience and that the morning practices wouldn't
interfere with his work schedule.  But this informational meeting and the
upcoming weekend matches would be tough to juggle.
      Jeremy thought back to their Sunday evening conversation.  "Why else
did you move away to go to school," Nate was reasoning, "than to have some
fun and meet new people.  You said it yourself, the first week of school is
over and I am the only person you have really met."
      "I do want to meet people, but I came here to go to school, to escape
from my home town any way that I can.  I'm not an athlete; I didn't qualify
for any academic scholarships, so I have to string along on student loans
and working my ass off if I am going to make it.  I just don't have time to
add one more thing, not if I'm going to make it here."
      Nate rolled his eyes, "You don't have to do anything you don't want
to do buddy, but I think mixing in something that you might actually enjoy
with all of this work and school that you are doing might be good for you."
He stood and started for the door of Jeremy's room, "Think about it, I'll
meet you in the morning at the front doors if you want to come along."
      Jeremy leaned back in his desk chair.  Nate had a point.  He didn't
come here to just work and go to school.  He envisioned college to be a
fresh start--a chance to be someone completely different than he ever had
been.  He turned off the desk lamp and lay down in bed.  "Well," he
muttered to himself, "at least I'll get to see Nate every day."  That would
be worth the commitment anyhow.  He still couldn't get past the nagging
thought that this would be too much of a time commitment.
      The coach wrapped up his talked, "Congratulations to you all for
making the team, I'll see you at the boathouse tomorrow morning!"  As
everyone got up, and started milling about, Jeremy made his way over to
Nate.  He was talking with a group of people when he noticed Jeremy heading
in his direction, "Everyone, this is Jeremy, Jeremy, Everyone," Nate
indicated the small group he was chatting with.  A pretty girl named Jen
introduced herself as the Women's varsity coxswain, an extremely tall pair
of guys named Matt and Tom said hi, and an extremely attractive, if
somewhat arrogant looking guy standing next to Nate reached out his hand,
"I'm Hughes, Varsity captain."
      Nate laughed, "Oh, so now you are on a strictly last-name basis with
the new talent huh, Jake?"  Every one chuckled a bit.
      Jake said, "So I hear you're a pretty good runner."
      "Yeah, I have never set foot in a boat before though, so I guess I
have a bit to learn about the sport," Jeremy replied.
      "Well, you're in good hands to learn, the novice coach, Steve is a
good guy."  Jake indicated a man who looked more like a rugby player than a
rower.  The guy looked as wide as two people standing side-by-side at the
shoulders.  He turned around when he heard his name and came trodding over.
He extended his hand to Jeremy, "I'm Jake, I hear from Coach Richards that
you are a fast little bugger, right?"
      Jeremy smiled, more at the fact that this gruff-looking guy had a
voice more akin to someone half his size, than at the back-handed
compliment, "I run a little.  I'm not sure yet how that really translates
into being a good rower though."
      Steve raised his eyebrow a little, "Nate I though you were recruit'n
this guy, haven't you told him anything about the sport?  Rowing isn't just
your arms, it is your back, and stomach, your chest and shoulders, and
maybe most importantly, your legs.  We'll get you out on the water soon
enough, you'll see then."  He turned to the rest of the group, "See you all
in the morning, we're going to have a fun land workout tomorrow."  He
sauntered off to a chorus or mock groans from the rowers.
      The meeting soon disbanded and Nate, Jen, and Jeremy headed back to
the dorms.  Jen lived on the same floor as Nate, and they were both in
their sophomore year at school.  Jeremy, also in his sophomore year, spent
his first year of school at home saving up money to be able to transfer
away.  They said their goodnights to Jen at her door and continued down the
hall to Nate's door.  "Coach Steve will take care of you tomorrow.  He
looks like a bulldog but he is one of the nicest guys around, his wife
actually travels to meets with us and feeds the team oranges after the
races.  It is all very soccer-momish."
      Jeremy smiled, "He seems nice, I'm looking forward to it.  See you in
the morning?"
      Nate looked like he wanted to say something else and made a half-step
forward.  Then seemed to think better of it, "Sure thing, and"he said
softly, "in the morning."  He quickly went into his room before Jeremy
could ask if something was wrong.
      Jeremy went up to his room thinking over Nate's awkwardness.  He had
known him less than a week, but he already felt like he had a good read on
Nate.  They had spent every free moment together over the weekend, studying
and chatting, getting to know each other.  He saw Nate working with the
varsity team during the tryouts the past two mornings, but didn't see him
at all through the days between class and work.  Well, he would just have
to ask him in the morning if anything was bothering him.
      The next morning he came down-stairs to Jen and Nate waiting at the
front door.  "Hey guys."  Nate was smiling and Jen was clutching a mug of
coffee and fumbling with her keys.
      They both said hi back and piled into Jen's Wrangler, "So Jeremy,"
she asked, "You don't happen to know any small people do you?"
      "Um, not really, why?"
      "We lost a coxswain to graduation last term, and we are searching for
someone crazy enough to keep these hours, who is also willing to steer a
boat."
      "I'll keep an eye out, I don't know many people here yet," Jeremy
replied.
      "Well, we'll have to fix that, what are you doing tomorrow night,
Nate you too?"
      "I'm working until eight, why" Jeremy replied.
      Nate turned around in his seat, "Jake is throwing a Thursday night
party, the team will be there, and some other people too.  You should
come."
      "Will it be late, I'm not sure if I can get up at four-thirty for
practice after partying." Said Jeremy.
      Jen smiled, "Aww, come on, the whole team will be there.  You can
sleep on the weekend."
      "Alright, I'll be there."
      They pulled up to the boathouse on the city reservoir and saw several
small groups of people milling about, stretching, and getting ready for
practice.  Nate hopped out of the Jeep, "We'll see you after, have a good
workout."
      Jeremy followed Nate, admiring his back as he started to jog over to
where the varsity team was gathering.  Jeremy veered off to where some of
the familiar faces from the try-outs were standing.  He saw Coach Steve
waving, and he jogged over to join the group.
      He quickly learned why the team groaned at the meeting the previous
night when a ground workout was mentioned.  They started out with a six
mile run around a segment of the reservoir followed by a grueling series of
short sprints up and down the boat loading incline interspersed with
various calisthenics.  By the end of the workout, Jeremy wasn't feeling
nearly as cocky as the beginning.  He was a decent runner, but the length
and intensity of the workout left him feeling like overcooked pasta.
      The team maintained a work out facility and showers in the boathouse
where they all gathered after the workout.
      Coach Stephen quieted everyone down, "You all worked hard today.  You
keep this up and we will have this boat in shape in no time.  Now we have
our first competition in one month.  It isn't a traveling competition; we
are racing the varsity team."  A chorus of groans and sighs filled the
room.  "We have a lot of work to do in the next four weeks, but let me just
tell you this.  I have coached for three years now.  Two of those years my
novices lost this first race.  Last year they won.  I intend to win again
this year.  There are eighteen of you here.  We will be making two boats.
And two people will be on-hand as alternates.  So starting from today you
guys have two objectives.  First, work as hard as you can to earn your seat
on a boat, and second, make yourself a team worthy of beating the cocky
varsity team.  You think you have it in you?"  A loud cheer erupted from
the group.  And they all head in to the showers.
      The varsity team had already wrapped up, and were in the locker room
as the novice team filed in.  The friendly banter and chatter started up
right away as speculation about the first race charged the group.
      Jeremy saw Nate showering at the last nozzle in the row of guys.  He
couldn't help but stare out of the corner of his eye as he pulled his jeans
and shirt out of a duffle bag.  He pulled off his sweat-soaked shirt and
turned around to catch Nate staring back as he rinsed his back and leaned
his head back into the stream of water.  He quickly looked away as another
guy shouted his name and made some joke about taking all of the hot water.
      Jeremy drank in this slender, muscular guy with rivulets of water
coursing over his shoulders and down his defined chest.  He watched as his
stomach flexed and relaxed with his laughs, and soapy trails washed down
his legs onto the floor.
      Pulling his eyes from Nate he quickly undressed and choose a shower
head as far from Nate as he could manage in order to not embarrass himself
on the first day of practice.
      He caught several guys steeling quick glances around the room and
wondered if he were the only one on the team who was interested in guys.
But then again, guys in locker rooms were all about sizing each other up,
and maybe the sexual tension he felt was all of his own making.  He kept
his shower short and perfunctory in order to preempt getting a hard on in
the locker room.
      He made his way back to the locker only to discover Nate standing
right there, still naked, and toweling himself off.  He smiled when he saw
Jeremy approaching, "How was the first day?"
      "Are you kidding?  It kicked my ass.  I'm going to look hot if I keep
this up."
      Nate smiled and rested his hand on Jeremy's shoulder.  It felt like a
jolt of lightning coursing through the rest of his body.  Nate said, "You
already do."
      Jeremy went rigid at his compliment combined with his touch.
"Thanks, um, you too."
      Nate sensed his friend's sudden discomfort and removed his hand.
They dressed in silence while both were wishing their exchange would have
gone a bit differently.

      Jeremy passed the day in class and was sitting at the information
desk in the library doing homework, and still thinking about Nate's comment
this morning.  Did Nate really think he was attractive, or was he just
comfortable with himself and trying to pay a compliment to another guy.
His awkwardness at the door last night paired with the touch this morning
made Jeremy hope that it was all leading somewhere.  But he had never done
this before.  He did not know how to tell Nate that he was not only gay,
but also completely infatuated with him.
      "Ahem," Jeremy nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked up to see
the gorgeous guy he was just thinking about standing in front of his desk.
      "Oh, hi, sorry.  I was lost in thought there.  How's it going Nate?"
      Nate smiled, "Good, how are you doing?  Staying awake alright after
this morning's practice?"
      Everything seemed normal, Jeremy let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Oh yeah.  I'm getting through some homework and then I have to go over to
job number two in a little bit."
      They exchanged pleasantries and Nate invited him to stop by his room
after work that night if he wanted to get some studying time in and hang
out for a little bit.  Jeremy agreed and said he would be by after work.
      He was so relieved that Nate didn't seem to pick up on the
awkwardness from the locker room that he was able to get some work done,
and put the issue out of his mind.  He was just thrilled that he had a
friend at college now; he could ignore the part where he is attracted to
his friend.  How tough could it be?
      Later that night he knocked on Nate's door.  "Hey, finally done with
work huh?" Nate said as he opened his door.
      Jeremy smiled, "Yeah, and I'm afraid I smell like it too.  Bussing
dishes all night makes for some pretty gross work."
      "I don't mind, come on in."  Nate walked over and plopped down into
his desk chair.  Unlike Jeremy, Nate had a single room.  Jeremy's roommate
never showed, and as the end of the second week of school approached it was
looking more and more like he wouldn't be having a roommate this term.
      Jeremy pulled out his calc book and sat on the floor with his back to
Nate's unmade bed.  He grinned to himself has he tossed a pair of underwear
in the direction of Nate's laundry basket.  "You keep a beautiful house,"
Jeremy joked.
      Nate rolled his eyes, "Sorry Mr. Perfect, I'll try to tidy up for you
in the future."
      They spent about two hours working and chatting when Nate finally
powered down his computer, walked over to the bed and swung his leg over
Jeremy's head and straddled him while sitting on the bed.
      "What's up?"  Jeremy asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable again by the
proximity.  "Bed time?"
      Nate reached down and started rubbing Jeremy's shoulders, "Naw, not
yet.  I just can't look at that computer screen any more tonight."
      Nate continued to rub his shoulders as they chatted about school, and
then the team.  Then Nate asked, "So, did you leave a girl friend back home
when you came here?"
      Jeremy laughed, "No, no girlfriend.  Not for a long while.  What
about you, any high school sweetheart pining for you back home?"
      "No, not really.  I was dating a girl this summer, but she was mad
when I told her I wasn't really into long-distance relationships.  I just
couldn't see trying to make a summer romance into something more.  I wasn't
really that into her."
      Nate stopped rubbing Jeremy's shoulders, hopped up off of the bed and
pulled his shirt off.  Jeremy glanced up, and started to close his books
and pack up to go.
      Nate said, "Oh, are you ready to go, I was hoping you'd stick around
and chat some more."  He pulled off his pants and walked back over to his
bed in his boxer briefs.
      "Um, sure, I'll stay, I thought you were getting ready for bed,
that's all."
      "Oh, yeah, sorry, I wasn't really thinking.  I was just winding down
for the night."  He laid back in his bed with his fingers locked behind his
head.  "Come over here, lay down with me."
      Jeremy looked at him for a second, and figured it couldn't hurt
anything.  He lay down a bit stiffly next to Nate in the small bed.
      Nate asked, "So, I know it is early, but do you like the team so
far?"
      "Yeah, I think you were right, it will be a lot of fun, but I am
still a little worried about balancing my schedule."
      Nate rolled over on his side to face Jeremy, "It'll work out.  I'm
glad you decided to join."
      The laid in bed chatting until Jeremy, finally fell asleep.  Nate
smiled, happy that he had met Jeremy.  He leaned in and kissed him lightly
on the forehead before checking his alarm and switching off the light.

      Jeremy was having another of what had become almost nightly bad
dreams.  He didn't typically remember his dreams, but he was beginning to
remember more and more about this one.  There was a car accident, and
people were dead, and he was lying on the ground near by.  He couldn't
move, and no one seemed to know he was there.  The light was getting dimmer
and dimmer and he couldn't seem to say anything.
      He woke up, in a cold sweat again, and glanced over at the alarm
clock.  It wasn't there.  He looked down at himself and realized he was
still fully dressed.  Slowly he remembered where he was and realized that
Nate was lying in the bed next to him.  He was on top of the sheets and in
the dim light of the room Jeremy admired his alabaster skin and the outline
of his very hard penis beneath his boxer-briefs.  Almost subconsciously he
reached out to touch Nate's chest, but stopped himself before he did.
Instead he looked around to find the clock.  Four o'clock.  Well, only
thirty minutes until he had to get up anyhow.  He might was well get up and
get ready.  Then another thought occurred to him.  He pulled off his shirt,
and pants.  Lay back down with his back to Nate, in order to hide his own,
now lengthening, penis.  He push himself backwards until he felt his back
touching Nate's side.
      Nate stirred slightly, rolled over onto his side and spooned Jeremy.
Jeremy smiled to himself, and snuggled in for thirty minutes of pure bliss
as he felt Nate's dick pressed gently against his back.

      The alarm went of moments later and Nate reached up to turn it off.
He glanced back to find Jeremy asleep next to him in his underwear.  He was
pleased to see that Jeremy had woken up enough to take off his shirt and
decided to stay.  It felt good to wake up next to him.
      He whispered, "Hey, time to get up, time for practice."
      Jeremy practically jumped out of bed.  He was surprised that he had
fallen back to sleep.  That never happens.  He usually cannot get another
wink of sleep after he is woken up by a nightmare.
      Nate was giggling, "Nice morning wood you got there.  Thinking of
starting a camp fire dude?"
      Jeremy glanced down at his boxers, mortified, and quickly grabbed his
pants and bag.
      Nate said, "I'm only teasing you, see, look."  He stood up and pulled
off his own underwear to reveal his hard dick standing up against his
stomach.
      Jeremy was transfixed for a moment, then said, "Um, yeah, well, I
suppose everyone gets it.  Sorry, I just, I need to go grab my stuff, I'll
meet you at the front door?"
      Nate wasn't going to let him off of the hook that easily, no, hold up
just a moment, I just need to dress real quick, and I prepped my bag last
night.  I'll walk with you.
      Nate pulled on a jock and some shorts and a tank top which
accentuated his impressive rower's shoulders.  "Ok, ready, let's grab your
stuff."
      They headed up one floor to Jeremy's room and he fumbled for a second
with his lock.  In his room he pulled out some clothes for the day and
stuffed them in his gym bag and then reached to pull off his clothes to get
dressed and found himself getting hard again just at the thought of Nate
seeing him naked.  He needed to get past this, he decided to just take the
plunge and do it.  After all, he had seen Nate not five minutes before
displaying his hard cock.  He pulled off his shirt and pants and pulled on
a pair of briefs, shorts and a t-shirt.
      Nate was admiring Jeremy's cute little butt, and smiling at his
hesitation before he decided to undress.  He liked his new friend a lot.
As they headed down stairs to meet Jen he threw his arm over Jeremy's
shoulder and walked beside him out to the car.

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