Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds (4 page)

“Agreed,” Pat said, caressing Serina’s silky thigh through the robe. “But I always pay attention, don’t I, honey?”

She leaned forward, planting a soft, warm kiss square on Serina’s lips. The lingering contact left me dying for more.

“You guys had better stop that or you’re going to make me horny,” I joked.

“Isn’t that the whole idea?” Pat asked. “It’s the best feeling in the world, no?”

“It’s not fair,” I joked. “You have Serina. I’m solo.”

“Well, we might have to fix that for you,” Serina added.

I couldn’t tell if she meant to fix me up with someone or if she wanted me. The anticipation was driving me crazy.

After dinner, Pat brought in the pastries with some Sambuca. She said she liked the Sicilian liquor after a good Italian meal. She said it made her feel like an actual Italian. While we sat sipping Sambuca and eating the succulent pastries, Pat reached into a drawer and pulled out a very old wooden cigar box. To my added surprise and much to my delight, she pulled out a joint. I could barely believe my eyes when she lit it up and offered it to me. I was already buzzed from the wine and liquor but I figured, what the hell? When in Patricia’s version of Rome—

“You cool, Cody?” she asked.

“Yeah, hell yeah!” I said. “It’s been a while but I enjoy a good smoke now and again.”

“We try to make it a one-night-per-week habit. Only on Wednesdays after pasta,” Serina added.

“Well, what the hell? I’m game,” I smiled.

If I was tortured and threatened with death, I could not tell what led us to the next sequence of events. Serina and Patricia began making out right in front of the fireplace while I sat on the floor just inches away from them. I had a weird flashback of Karen and Renee in the woods when I was a kid, passing the peppermint Life Saver. Patricia slowly and passionately kissed Serina on the mouth, then on the chin, then on her statuesque neck. Serina let her head fall back, her hair touching the soles of her feet as she sat on her knees. I could feel her warm breath and it made my loins catch fire. I loved watching them love each other.

My little head started thinking for the big one and he began to swell uncontrollably at the melding of the most beautiful but opposite forms of the female body I had ever seen. I watched intently as Pat untied the front of Serina’s kimono and let her beautiful, pointed breasts fall out one at a time. She cupped one in her palm and began rotating her long pink tongue around Serina’s light brown nipples. Instantly Serina’s nipple became erect, standing at attention like a new eraser on a pencil. The scene was a far cry from
Casablanca
and more resembled
Caligula
. I was entranced watching Patricia make love to Serina. Halfway between ecstasy and curiosity, I wanted to know exactly what Pat did to make Serina tingle and took a leap of faith.

“How does she taste?” I asked nervously.

“Like cotton candy.” Pat smiled, never taking her attention away from her seductive activity.

“My God, I love it when you do that,” Serina moaned. “Don’t stop, baby.”

As she licked and sucked Serina’s perfectly shaped nipple into her mouth gently, Patricia gazed at me with a sultry and sinister look with her half-closed and passionate eyes. She looked almost as if she wanted me to learn from her. Like she was teaching me some secret on how to please her captive trophy girlfriend.

Just then, Serina glanced over her shoulder at me with the same sultry passion in her eyes. Slowly she lifted her delicate hand and curled her index finger at me, beckoning me towards them. I felt as if I was being pulled by a mysterious force that I was unable to resist. I crawled on all fours towards the sirens as they writhed in ecstasy before my eyes.

“Come here, little boy,” Serina purred.

As I reached them, Patricia removed my horn-rimmed glasses and offered me the ample succulent breast she had been devouring. She held the back of my head and the fullness of Serina’s heavy breast in her hand, directing the nipple into my mouth. The taste of Patricia’s saliva mixed with the lilac perfume Serina wore was titillating. I felt as if the short-haired nursing student was teaching me how to suckle and breastfeed. It was marvelous and sexy watching Serina’s nipple respond to my touch. Pat’s delicate touch and passionate patience enthralled me. I was completely at her command.

“That feels nice,” Serina purred. “Pat’s a good teacher, huh?”

“Very good.” I smiled while nibbling her amazingly hard nipple.

I watched as Patricia slowly opened Serina’s robe all the way and Serina extended her legs out in front of her, reclined back on her hands, and spread her well-defined stems, allowing Pat to kneel between them. Serina gently grabbed the back of my head, arched her back, and pushed my mouth back down onto her soft fragrant breasts. I eagerly obeyed and watched out of the corner of my eye the amazing dexterity and passion with which Patricia went down on Serina. She parted her delicate pink labia with her tongue, licking and slurping gently from the base of her vagina up to her clitoris. Serina moaned deeply as her girlfriend revealed even more secrets to opening the gates to heaven. Serina gasped in ecstasy.

“Don’t stop, right there, don’t….”

She threw her head back, her long dark hair glistening from the firelight, her abdominal muscles rippling as her hips ground into Patricia’s nimble tongue and lips. Still suckling on her swollen nipples, I watched Patricia. Her technique was astounding. My manhood was so hard and erect I could actually feel the drips of clear pre-come dribble from the head, could have literally exploded right then and there.

But the girls had more in mind for me.

Connected to Serina’s pulse through her nipples and paying such close attention to Patricia’s oral talent, I noticed she brought Serina to the edge of orgasm at least twice over the course of fifteen minutes. Her clear love juice lubricated Pat’s lips and tongue like a glazed doughnut. By the third time she brought her to the brink, Pat slowly stood up and began to undress, revealing her semi-masculine body underneath. She looked like a sexy young man with a sprinkle of woman in all the right places. Serina moaned impatiently now that her sweet pink taco was left unattended but she seemed to know what was coming next before I did.

“We want to play with you, Cody. Will you let us?” Pat asked.

“Yeah, let me see that bulge you’re hiding in your pants,” Serina added. “It’s been a long time since we had one of those, huh?” She glanced at Pat’s lazy eyes filled with sex and decadence.

“Yes, it has. I’m looking forward to tasting him. How about you?” A sinister smile grew on her lips as they pulled me towards them by my belt, giggling like naughty schoolgirls.

Pat had me stand in front of the fire while Serina watched her completely disrobe me. Pat seemed quite impressed with the size of my unit and stroked it gently with the same dexterity with which she had touched Serina’s vagina. Tingles ran up my spine as she let her fingers dance up and down my throbbing shaft. She motioned to Serina to turn over on all fours.

“I love you from behind, baby,” she purred.

Her tone was surreal as she offered me up as a love gift to Serina, now on all fours like a magnificent thoroughbred positioned before me.

Serina pushed her soft, round bottom back towards me. My aching rod throbbed with each beat of my heart as the head protruded proudly from under my foreskin. Her ass was amazingly round and firm as I grabbed it with both hands. The glistening of her pussy lips told me that heaven was just seconds away. Pat pulled me gently by the shaft of my throbbing cock and I fell to my knees right between Serina’s spread legs. Kneeling beside us, Pat pulled my aching rod closer to Serina’s love tunnel.

“I want him inside me so badly,” Serina moaned, looking over her shoulder at Pat, who was in total control of both of us.

“Don’t worry, baby, I have a special surprise for you.” Pat inserted a finger into her mouth to moisten it with her saliva.

Positioned doggy style, Pat pressed the blood engorged head of my rod to Serina’s soft, wet, and swollen pink lips. Guiding me by the shaft, she placed her hand on my buns and slowly pressed my bulbous head to Serina’s beautiful vaginal lips. Simultaneously, she pushed her wet finger slowly inside Serina’s tiny pink asshole. The double penetration made her pussy snap around my shaft as I felt Pat’s finger pushing against me through Serina’s ass. If not for the sheer shock of what was happening I would have came instantly. Luckily I held on until Pat successfully inserted my throbbing rod into Serina’s wondrous love tunnel. She slowly pushed my shaft deeper and deeper into Serina. I had no control and let Pat use me like a tool as she pleasured her partner with my manhood sinking my cock to the hilt deep inside her. Serina backed into me like a hunger raged inside her.

“Holy Christ,” Serina moaned. “I’m coming…I can’t believe I’m—”

She exploded all over me as Pat pumped her finger viciously in and out of her, timing my pumping so it alternated between anal and vaginal penetration. I never saw a woman ejaculate before. It was beautiful and marvelous all at once. Her forceful orgasm made me want to shoot my pearls all over her back, but I held on as much as I could to save myself for later.

Pat continued to pump my hips, plunging my rigid pole in and out of Serina’s love box. Serina reached between her knees with one of her delicate hands and began massaging herself slowly. I could feel her alternating between grasping my shaft to feel it penetrate her from the outside to her clit. As her breathing became more erratic, Patricia began pushing me into Serina faster and deeper. It was almost as if she was using me as a human sex toy to please her partner. I felt Serina grasp my testicles, squeezing them gently, then quickly switching back to her clit. In seconds I felt the walls of her vagina tighten around my now massive pole.

“Faster, baby,” Serina begged. “Make it faster,” she told Pat. “I’m going to come again!”

“Oh God, I love you, baby.” Pat leaned forward to kiss Serina on the mouth. I grabbed her around the waist from behind to stabilize myself as she began convulsing uncontrollably, spilling warm fluid all over me again.

The clear warm fluid bathed my crotch and drizzled inside her silken thighs as she exploded in ejaculation. I never experienced a female orgasm so strongly and just the sight of it put me over the edge. Patricia sensed my impending release, quickly grabbing the base of my shaft and pinching it off. She pulled me out of the soft warm haven of Serina’s love nest and began to stroke the full length of my throbbing love muscle.

“Not yet, baby.” She looked at me with those sultry green eyes again. “I wanna make it shoot. I love the way it feels in my hands.”

In a split second I shot off uncontrollably, bathing Serina’s buttocks and back with sticky, white hot semen. I shot so hard several squirts shot past her head as she threw her hair over her shoulder to watch the show.

“My God!” Pat moaned. “I fucking love it! So much power, so beautiful. Shoot, baby, shoot!”

Patricia stroked my shooting cannon with much precision, better than I could achieve myself. With each wave she slid her fist down to the base of my shaft and squeezed delicately to follow the next shot to the tip, giving the impression that either she had her own penis or really admired mine. Her touch was amazing. Collapsing in a pile of sex, I rolled over on my back, arms behind my head, semi-flaccid penis lying on my stomach, and breathed deeply. Basking in the warmth of their love, I watched as they kissed passionately while reaching over my naked abdomen.

“I told you he would be great, didn’t I?” Patricia looked deeply into Serina’s eyes.

“I thought so too, but I didn’t think he would feel that amazing. His tool fit me perfectly.” Serina shot me a sly look. “I think I’ll keep him.”

“Maybe next time I’ll tie a red ribbon around it and give it to you for a birthday present,” Pat joked as she lifted my heavy, spent cock in her hand. “It’s so friggin’ thick.” She weighed it as she lifted it off my stomach. “Where’d you get it from?”

“Amazing, just amazing,” Serina said, lowering her soft lips to it and placing a succulent kiss, with a little tongue, right on the head. “It’s my new favorite toy!”

“You know, for two ladies who are so much in love, it’s surprising to see you worship cock so much.”

“Well, Cody, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do sometimes, you know?” Pat joked.

“I’m just happy to be the thing the girl’s gotta do it with.” I laughed. “They wouldn’t make so much fun of me if they could see me now, huh?”

“Who makes fun of you?” Patricia raised herself off the carpet. “I’ll kick their asses!” She puffed out her chest like a guy in a bar fight, then deflated it with a laugh.

“I guess being a nerd in nursing school has it perks, huh?”

We shared a collective laugh as I poked fun at myself.

I wanted the night to last forever but, as most good things do, it ended. I was not only infatuated with both of them, they were equally excited to have me at their beck and call. We progressed from Wednesday night pasta dinners to moving in together, studying, and graduating together, and we were lucky enough to get hired at the same hospital. Unhappy people sometimes despise happy people, so to avoid unnecessary complications keep our wonderful existence a secret. And we found out last week that we may be expecting!

Not too shabby for the little runt geek with the horn-rimmed glasses, huh?

by Max Vos

“In here! I’m in here,” Al shouted from the kitchen of his apartment. His face scrunched up as he tried to remember if he had locked the door or not.

“Oak Ridge Fire Department,” a voice called out.

Obviously he hadn’t locked the door—again.

“I’m in the kitchen!” he called out.

“Sir, what seems to be the problem?” An older fireman in full regalia asked as he came rushing through the door to the small room.

Before Al could answer, the fireman quickly assessed the situation, smiling broadly at what he saw.

Embarrassed, Al tried to explain, “I-I seem to be stuck,” he stammered, feeling like an imbecile.

The fireman called over his shoulder, “Get Harris and Collins up here!” Standing next to the red-faced man, whose hand was stuck in the drain of the kitchen sink, he said with a smile,

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll have you out of there in no time, no time at all.”

The sound of heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs announced the impending entry of the other two firemen that had been sent for. Now, there were three large firemen in full gear and Al in the tiny apartment kitchen. The three firemen crowded around the sink, where he was stooped over, his hand firmly lodged inside the drain.

“Harris, you and Collins can handle this, can’t you?” the older man asked cheerfully.

“Sure, Chief, Eric and I can handle this… no problem,” one of the younger firefighters answered. “I’ll need to get the toolbox off the truck. Back in a minute.”

Two of the geared-up men, one older and one younger, left the apartment, leaving Al and the one remaining fireman.

“I’m Eric Collins,” the fireman introduced himself. “I’d shake your hand, but you seem to have it otherwise occupied,” he said teasingly.

Al blushed.

“Nice to meet you,” he murmured as he squirmed.

Eric leaned over behind Al, leaning into him slightly, running his hand around the drain opening that held Al’s trapped hand.

“Um, do you think you can avoid leaning into me?” Al asked.

“I’ll do what I can, but I’m going to have to be able to get in there to help you,” Eric said.

“I know but I-I really have to go, and the pressure isn’t helping matters,” Al admitted, embarrassed.

“Ahh, okay. I get it.” Eric smiled. “I’ll keep it to a minimum, then. I’ll be right back,” he announced as he left the small room.

When Eric returned, he was without the heavy oxygen tank and heavy yellow coat. Instead he wore bright yellow pants held up by suspenders and a tight navy blue T-shirt with ORFD printed on it. There was some type of logo strategically over his left pectoral muscle—his bulging pectoral muscle.

“Now I can move around a bit more easily,” the muscular Eric said.

Al kept his eyes averted from the attractive young fireman, but not before he admired his muscular build.

“Here we go,” Harris said, dropping the hefty toolbox on the floor to punctuate his return. He also shed his heavy equipment and coat, exposing his rippling muscles as well.

Inwardly, Al cringed at having two incredible hunks in such close proximity. His overly full bladder wasn’t helping matters either.

“Can you step to the right, please, Mr…?” Fireman Harris asked.

“Baumgartner. Al Baumgartner,” Al said. “Please, just Al.”

“Sure, Al.” Harris was already on his back, looking up at Al as he crawled underneath the kitchen sink.

Al watched the already tight T-shirt stretch even tighter across Harris’s dancing muscles. His arms flexed as he maneuvered the flashlight inside the sink cabinet.

“There’s a garbage disposal, so we’re going to have to kill the electricity.” Harris’s voice was muffled inside the cabinet.

“Where’s your circuit box, Al?” Eric asked.

“On the other side of the refrigerator,” Al answered.

Al watched as Eric opened the small metal door, admiring his broad shoulders accented by the suspenders.

“Power’s off,” he said, returning to the sink, standing close enough to Al so their arms touched.

“I’m going to have to go get that large pipe wrench off the truck,” Harris said as he came out from underneath the cabinet.

Eric volunteered to go and get it for him, but Harris declined, saying he knew exactly where it was.

Al stood stooped over, his legs now crossed, a look of pain scrawled across his face.

“Man, you must really gotta go,” Eric sympathized.

“You have no idea,” Al grimaced.

Eric grabbed a pitcher off the counter.

“Let me help you out there, bud.”

Before Al could comment, Eric had dropped down to one knee, had the fly of Al’s pants open and was fishing round inside his pants, searching for his shrinking violet of a dick. Locating it, he whipped it out, aiming it into the pitcher. As much as Al disliked the thought of pissing into his favorite iced tea pitcher, beggars couldn’t be choosers, so he let loose. The heavy stream never seemed to waver as Al sighed his relief.

When he was finally finished, the pitcher almost halfway full, Eric only grinned as he took the pitcher into the bathroom. Al heard the toilet flush, and shortly Eric returned, minus the pitcher.

The timing was perfect, as Harris returned at the same time Eric came back from the bathroom.

Without comment, Harris resumed his position under the sink, proceeding to disconnect the plumbing.

“What were you fishing for in there?” Eric asked.

“A penny.”

“Yeah, a coin can really mess up a garbage disposal,” Eric said.

“No. That’s not it. It’s a rare penny,” Al said, flustered. “I’m a numismatist.” Seeing Eric’s blank look, Al clarified, “A coin collector.”

“Oh, I get it now. So the penny that is down there is a rare one, then?”

“Very. It is a 1943 wheat-backed penny,” Al explained. “There were only around forty ever made, and they are very rare.”

“Well, I think we can save your penny as well as your hand.” Eric smiled brightly, nearly knocking Al off his feet.

It had been a very long time since another man had affected Al to this degree. All kinds of warning signs went off in his head.

It only took a few more minutes before Harris had all the plumbing disconnected. The penny was found and returned. Al’s hand was now free, but adorned with the ring of the sink drain around his wrist.

“Nice bracelet,” Eric teased the already embarrassed Al.

Harris rummaged around in the large toolbox, swearing under his breath.

“Someone has taken my metal snips again. I’ll be right back.”

Now that Al was standing upright, he noticed that he Eric were the same height, six foot one. While Al was thin, Eric probably outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. He realized Eric was looking at him and he was puzzled by the look on the other man’s face.

Before he knew it, Eric pulled Al into his arms and pressed his lips to his. Caught off guard, Al’s mouth opened from shock, allowing Eric full access to his warm, moist mouth.

Al seemed to protest after the initial shock wore off, but quickly gave in as the kiss hastily turned passionate. Eric’s tongue reached for Al’s tonsils, plunging repeatedly towards the back of his throat. The longer their kiss lasted, the more Al relaxed into Eric’s body.

The sound of heavy boots on the stairs brought the slobber swapping to an end.

“Have dinner with me tomorrow night?” Eric quickly asked Al, before Harris could interrupt.

Not trusting his voice, Al nodded.

“I’ll pick you up at six thirty?”

Again, Al only nodded, a shy grin appearing.

Within five minutes Harris had the metal ring cut away, freeing Al’s hand. The rescue mission complete, the firemen packed up their equipment and wished Al luck before departing. Eric winked at Al secretly, followed by that sexy smile with the promise of a lot more.

Now that Al had his apartment to himself, he exhaled heavily, wondering what the hell had just happened. Suddenly, he realized he had the penny so tightly clutched in his left hand that it started to hurt. Returning the valuable penny to its Plexiglas case, he took a moment to think of his upcoming date with the sexy fireman and he freaked out.

With his world coming back into focus, Al realized how late it was getting. Placing a bucket under the drain hole of the sink for the night, he figured he would take care of it tomorrow, as he padded off to bed. Sleep came quickly, but Al tossed and turned all night, anxious about his dinner date with Eric Collins.

* * * *

Al Baumgartner was a nervous wreck the following day. He had been so distracted that he totally forgot about calling a plumber to fix the dismantled kitchen sink. Rushing home to shower and change before Eric could get there, Al nearly ran a stoplight, rattling his already frayed nerves.

He stopped at the top of the steps of his apartment and saw the door was slightly ajar. Cautiously, he pushed open the door, looking around. He saw nothing out of place, though he heard what he thought was humming coming from the kitchen.

Peering around the corner, he saw legs sticking out from under the sink, the upper half of the body hidden by the cabinet.

“Hello?” Al knew he hadn’t told anyone about the incident the night before.

There was a loud thump, then,

“Ow!”

Seconds later, Eric crawled out from under the cabinet.

“What—how?” Al stuttered, surprised to see him.

“I got your maintenance guy to let me in,” Eric said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Somehow I figured you hadn’t had this fixed yet. I had the day off today and was bored, so I thought I’d help you out.”

Eric walked over and kissed Al, none too chastely.

When Eric pulled away, Al said,

“Oh.”

“Hungry?” Eric asked as he rubbed Al’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“I, um, was going to take a shower first,” Al stammered.

“Okay. I’ll wait,” Eric said, sitting on the small sofa in the living area.

Al, dazed, went into his bedroom, undressed, and got in the shower. Totally on autopilot, he started showering as he normally did. What wasn’t part of his normal routine was Eric stepping into the shower with him.

“Thought I’d join you. That way I wouldn’t have to shower at my place.” Eric grinned as he stepped closer to Al, getting under part of the spray of the shower. “Saves time
and
water.”

Al was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.

“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.” Eric picked up the soap and a loofah sponge. Al, obedient, turned his back to Eric.

Al tensed at the initial touch of Eric’s warm, strong hands, but as they massaged and scrubbed his back, he relaxed, enjoying the feeling. When Eric’s hand slipped down around the tight round globes of his fuzzy butt, Al tensed again. Not to be denied, Eric slipped his warm soapy hands between the clenched cleft, the side of his hand slipping across the tight pucker and causing Al to shiver slightly.

Eric took his time, allowing Al the time to relax and enjoy the sensual touches as he stroked and caressed his muscular butt. Al had never had anyone do this to him, and was shocked at how much he enjoyed it.

When Eric was satisfied Al was comfortable with him touching him, he moved down his long, strong legs, covered in dark hair. He alternated between using the loofah and his hand, massaging the muscles as he moved all the way down to Al’s feet.

“Turn around,” he ordered Al.

Al hesitated. Eric’s sensual massage had made his dick start to plump up, so he was more than a little shy. He was not completely comfortable with nudity, much less showing his arousal, especially to the hunky fireman.

Eric, still squatting down, started to turn Al by the thighs, forcing him to move. Al gave in and once he was fully turned around, Eric let out a long, low whistle.

“Damn, why are all you thin guys are hung like mules?”

Eric looked up at Al in time to see him blush crimson from his chest to the top of his hairline. His gaze lowering, he noticed Al’s dick thickening and lengthening.

Al knew he was rather well endowed, which had always embarrassed him. Others may have been proud, or even bragged about such a “gift.” Al felt it was just another thing that made him stand out, which made him cringe.

Again with the loofah, Eric started with Al’s feet, moving up his legs, lathering the soap as he went, anxious to get to where his goodies were. Getting to Al’s upper thighs, he was pleased Al was fully erect. What he didn’t expect was the size and girth of Al’s very blessed endowment.

Al was at least ten inches long, and easily six inches in diameter, if not a little more. The plum-colored helmet-shaped head was perfect, sitting atop the thick shaft, the plum color continuing until the circumcision scar, where the color turned even darker. His large fur-covered balls were drawn up tight, hugging his body closely.

Soaping Al’s genitals, Eric watched Al’s legs quiver slightly. The telltale signs of his arousal easily readable, as his already tight testicles pulled up even tighter to the thick shaft of his penis.

Positioning Al so the shower spray rinsed the soap away from his groin, Eric took delight in swallowing as much of Al’s huge prick as possible on the first try.

Al yelped in surprise. His hips tried to pull back from Eric’s hot mouth, not expecting the blazing heat surrounding his very erect cock. Eric followed him, taking as much as he could into his mouth, not about to let go of this prize. Once the sensation of pleasure reached Al’s brain, his hips thrust forward, trying to bury his hard cock into the hot moist heat of Eric’s mouth, almost choking him. After only a few thrusts of his hips, he unloaded a torrent of thick, hot, salty, sweet man cream. The first volley shot out with such force, it gagged Eric, but he kept his lips locked around.

Al gripped the sides of Eric’s head, steadying himself as he continued to thrust into Eric’s mouth. The intensity of his orgasm overwhelming, as he unloaded his pent-up load, having not come in quite some time.

Eric continued to gently suck and lick long after Al had finished. When Al’s spent dick was too sensitive to take any more attention, he pushed Eric away. Eric stood up and kissed Al gently, and again Al blushed.