Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 20:04:20 +0100
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  15-Brad

Disclaimer:

The following piece of fiction contains explicit descriptions of sexual
acts between consenting adult males aged over the age of 18. Please do not
read further if the subject matter might offend you. If you are aged under
18 (or 21 if that is the law in your state or country) please leave this
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Patronising things you should read:

Fictional characters cannot catch STDs. Real people can and do. The author
does not in any way condone or support risky sexual practices or
unprotected casual sex, and recommends that all readers respect their
bodies and wear a condom in the real world.


Note from Author:

This part of the story is told by Brad. To read this chapter from Anthony's
point of view, or other chapters from this story, go back to the main
`Geeks Get Hot' folder.


Geeks Get Hot  (part 15) - Brad


It was nearing the end of my first year as a college student. Time had
passed so quickly, I could hardly believe my time as a freshman was nearly
thru and I would be returning as a sophomore after the summer
vacation. Assuming I passed all my courses, which was pretty much a
certainty given my grades so far.

Everybody was worrying about the impending exams, and I was forever being
asked to study with people. My braininess had never been appreciated
before, and it was kind of nice to be almost popular for a change.  Because
Anthony wasn't technically a freshman (he was, as he insisted on calling
himself, a "second year"!) and was taking more advanced classes than me, we
tended not to study together. In fact, I was spending more time with our
neighbor Charlie and his buddy Curtis, either in one of our dormrooms, or
in the library. One time, we even took our books to a McDonalds and studied
in the restaurant there for a change of scene (and the readily available
junk food to keep us awake!)

This particular day, I had arranged to meet with Charlie in a study room in
the library, to study for our physics exam which was in two days' time. As
usual, I was there ahead of time, first thing in the morning, and got my
books and lecture notes spread out on the study desk ready.  About a half
hour later, while I was in the middle of trying to memorize the different
stages of the life cycle of a star, Charlie finally arrived.

"Hey Brad," he greeted me.

"Hey Charlie. Ready to immerse yourself in the joy of physics?!"

He just groaned in reply.

"Brad, it's way too early for me to be thinking! How comes you're always so
cheerful and fully awake at this time of the morning?!"

"That's just part of being me!" I laughed. "I'm good at getting up
early. Anthony, on the other hand, is probably still in bed asleep right
now!"

"Sounds sensible," Charlie sighed. "So what's on the agenda for our
studying today?"

"I thought we'd do the life cycle of a star first, then the rest of the
Astrophysics syllabus. Sound OK to you?"

"Yes, fine."

We studied in silence for a while, then tried testing each other on what
we'd memorized, but Charlie's mind seemed elsewhere. Finally, he threw his
pen down on the desk and gave an enormous sigh.

"What's the matter Charlie?" I asked him, concerned. He was usually so
cheerful and happy. I wasn't used to him being like this.

"It's Courtney. We're going thru a rough patch at the moment. She thinks
I'm not paying her enough attention. But my exams are important to me, and
I have to study for them. I need to study for them."  He sighed again.
"But at the same time I kind of miss spending time with her. And the sex of
course!  You'll understand one day when you have a girlfriend of your own."

"I guess," I mumbled, feeling a little uncomfortable, knowing that a
girlfriend isn't something I ever want to have. A boyfriend on the other
hand, well, I dream of having one of those fairly regularly.

"Actually Brad, can I ask your advice about something?"

"Yes, if you think I could help."

"It's kinda embarrassing, but...oh well, you're a guy so you'll
understand. Basically last night when I was trying to fall asleep I heard
Chris jacking-off in his bed."

Charlie paused uncertainly.

"And?" I commented.

"And, well, I don't know if he knows I heard him, and I feel kind of
awkward about it. What if he realizes I was still awake and he feels
embarrassed about it? I know I would be so embarrassed if he ever heard me
doing it."

"Just don't make a big deal of it," I suggested. "It happens when you share
a room with someone. You overhear things you'd rather not hear, you see
things you'd rather not see."

"Yes, but...I know we all do it, but, you know, when you hear your roommate
doing it..." Charlie winced, "it's just so excruciatingly embarrassing!"

I laughed at his obvious discomfort.

"Come on dude, it's like you said, we all do it! Chris would probably laugh
about it and say it was no big deal if he knew."

"I guess. Did you and Anthony ever have this problem? I mean, neither of
you have girlfriends, so you must need to jack-off a lot more often than me
and Chris need to."

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with Charlie and I was
amazed I wasn't bright red with embarrassment.

"Well, no we don't have any problems with it, we just go ahead and jack-off
whenever we need to."

"What?! Even if the other person is there in the room too?!"

"Yes." I shrugged. "It's no big deal. We're both cool with it."

Charlie whistled softly.

"Dude, you two have such a great friendship with each other. Part of me
wishes Chris and I had that arrangement. There's some days we're both in
the room studying and I'm so so horny and I just have to try and ignore
it. It would be so liberating to just be able to whip my dick out and
stroke it whenever I was in the mood without worrying about offending him
or embarrassing either of us."

He sighed deeply.

"It's especially frustrating just at the moment with me and Courtney too
busy with studying to meet up. I haven't had sex in ages!"

"Unlucky dude," I sympathized. "Still, exams are nearly over. Then you and
she can have as much sex as you want!"

"True," he replied, grinning. "That will be a real treat. I can't wait!
Trust me Brad, I know you haven't had it yet, but when you do, you'll
understand. Sex is just awesome! You know what, once the exams are over, me
and Chris should take you out to a nightclub and get you laid. Initiate you
into the joys of sex! Nobody should end the first year of college still a
virgin."

I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair, knowing that thanks to Anthony, I
really wasn't a virgin any more, and not just in the usual sense straight
guys thought of it in.

"Don't you wonder what it might be like?" Charlie asked me.

"Well, yes, obviously. I wouldn't be a guy if I didn't!" I replied, "But
there would have to be a connection for me to want to do it with
someone. The idea of casual sex for the sake of it and one-night stands
doesn't appeal to me at all." I thought of Anthony and how amazing it had
felt fucking him. "Yes, there definitely needs to be a connection."

"Well, I guess, if that is what you think is right and are comfortable
with. Hooking up with someone for just one night can be just as fun as
having sex with someone you're in a relationship with though. Sometimes
more so, just satisfying that animal need. Man I could really do with
getting laid myself right now!" Charlie absentmindedly adjusted himself
through his pants. "I'm getting horny now just thinking about it! Would you
mind if we had a rest from studying today? I can't really concentrate."

"No, that's ok," I said. "I'll maybe go back to my room and ask Anthony to
help me study for my math exams instead." We packed up our books and walked
through the library toward the exit.

"Actually Brad, why don't you go on ahead?" Charlie mumbled, as we passed
the library restrooms. "I just have to stop in here and um..."

"Masturbate?!" I said, laughing.

He laughed too, reddening. "I'll catch you later Brad."

"I notice you don't deny it!" I joked. He just shrugged and laughed once
more, before pushing the restroom door open.

Now I was the one feeling horny! Talking about sex with Charlie had started
it, and knowing he was right that minute in a stall about to jack-off was
getting me seriously worked up. I hurried back to Jefferson Dorms, resolved
to jacking-off myself as soon as I got back, regardless of what Anthony was
doing.

"Hey Brad," a voice behind me said as I entered the dorm building lobby.

I jumped, as I had been lost in my own little world, preoccupied by my
horny thoughts. Turning, I saw it was Anthony's friend Barbara-Ann who had
greeted me.

"Hey Barbara-Ann," I said.

She smiled at me and ran her hand through her short dyed-red hair. "I was
just coming to see Anthony." We entered the elevator and she continued
talking. "Do you think he would be interested in coming to a party Friday?"

"Um, I don't know. He is very serious about studying and exams. His results
will count toward his grades back in England."

"Well maybe you can help me persuade him." She winked at me
conspiratorially. "You'd be invited too, of course."

"Sure, whatever" I said, a little confused by the conversation.

The elevator arrived at the third floor and we walked down the corridor
together.

"I should warn you, he might not even be awake yet," I said.

"You're kidding, right?!"  "No, he is one lazy sonofabitch when it comes to
getting up in the morning!"

I unlocked the door as I spoke and pushed it open. Sure enough, Anthony was
still in his bed, the bedclothes pulled up tightly around him.

"See, I was right! Still in bed!" I announced to Barbara-Ann, laughing a
little.

Anthony was a little red-faced.

"Hey Anthony," Barbara-Ann greeted him, coming into the room behind me. She
started teasing him about being lazy and still being in bed. I turned to my
desk to put my bag and books down on it, and my eyes opened wide with shock
as I saw my lube sitting right in the center of it. I can't have put it
away in my drawer last time I used it!

I glanced quickly over my shoulder to where Barbara-Ann was pretending to
pull Anthony's bedclothes off of his body to force him out of bed. I
couldn't let her see my lube, she would be shocked and disgusted. I hastily
grabbed the bottle and threw it on the floor beneath my desk.  It was
weird. I was usually so careful about putting it away after I had
masturbated.  And now that I thought about it, it had been a day or two
since I had done that, and I had used my desk to study on a number of times
since. Strange.

I sat down in my desk chair and turned on my computer to check my email. I
was still feeling horny, and was impatient for Barbara-Ann to leave. I
tuned back in to her and Anthony's conversation.  He agreed to go to the
party she was throwing on Friday. She seemed pleased. She smiled broadly
and turned to me to reiterate my invitation.

"Yes, cool," I replied impatiently. "I'd love to come to your party."

"Well I'll leave you guys to it. See you both Friday."

I got up and followed her to the door. I was so impatient for her to be
gone so I could masturbate at last. My balls were aching.

"Bye Barbara-Ann."

"Bye Brad. Bye Anthony."

I closed the door behind her and locked it, crossing the room quickly to my
desk. I crawled underneath it and retrieved my lube. My dick was beginning
to chub up a little, even without me starting the porn.  I glanced over my
shoulder at Anthony. He was lying in his bed still.

"Anthony, I really need to jack-off right now. I hope you don't mind. I
probably won't take long."

I didn't wait for a response from him, just turned my desk chair back
around to face my computer and within five seconds had opened a gay porn
site. I just chose the film at the top of the screen, not caring what it
was. At that moment, I was feeling so horny that any porn would have
sufficed, perhaps even straight porn!


I unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my briefs down my legs before
pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor under my desk
too. I pumped some lube into my right hand, feeling my dick stiffening up
of its own accord as the two guys in the porn film starting making out
while jacking each other off. Their cocks were big and thick and I watched
as one of the guys knelt down and started to suck the other one off.

I stroked up and down the length of my shaft, my hand moving smoothly
thanks to the lube. My dick felt so hard. With my left hand, I teased my
right nipple with my thumb and index finger, never taking my eyes off of my
computer screen. The guy in the porn film who had been getting his dick
sucked pulled himself out of the other guy's mouth, a string of drool
stretching between his dick and the other guy's lips. He pulled the
kneeling guy to his feet kissed him and then span him around. The guy
placed his hands against the wall, bracing himself as the first guy pulled
his asscheeks apart and inserted his hard cock between them. My own cock
quivered and I started jacking a little faster.

"Mmm yes," I murmured softly to myself. I let go of my dick for a couple
seconds and helped myself to a bit more lube.

Behind me, I vaguely heard some noise from the direction of Anthony's bed,
but I ignored it, my full attention focused on my computer screen where the
two guys had started some serious fucking. I was jacking hard and fast now,
moaning gently to myself and running my left hand up and down my body.

Suddenly, my desk chair was spun around and I gasped out in shock, letting
go of my hard dick.

Anthony stood in front of me, his hands still on the back of my chair, his
cock as hard as mine, quivering and sticking out at an angle from his naked
skinny body. Glancing up I could see the soft brown hair beneath his
armpits and smell his deodorant. He didn't speak, and I was too surprised
to move or say anything, as he stepped one leg across mine as I sat on my
chair, and reached for the base of my dick to hold it still. He bent his
legs and began to sit on my lap, steadying himself with one hand on the
back of my chair. I was frozen in shock, still unable to move, but not
about to stop him by any means.

I felt the tip of my dick touching his rosebud hole, and then in one smooth
long movement I had slid inside him, his ass engulfing me. I inhaled
sharply from the wonderful sensation, and then slowly let the air out in
one long, shuddering breath.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" I whispered.

He made eye contact with me and I looked deep into his green-brown eyes as
he began slowly to ride me.

"Oh fuck that feels so good!" he murmured.

I groaned softly, showing agreement, as he lifted himself up and down, my
dick sliding deeper and shallower inside him. He leaned forward and for a
moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, but no, instead he rested his
forehead against my own, still staring deeply and unblinking into my
eyes. I felt his breath warm on my face. I was so incredibly turned on at
that moment. I wanted to press my lips against his and begin making out,
but in the position we were in, and with him leaning against me, it was
impossible and I didn't want to spoil the erotically-charged mood.

I felt something wet against my chest. It felt as if I were being painted
by a paintbrush. Lowering my eyes I saw it was Anthony's cock, fat and rock
hard, the foreskin rolled completely back and the plump head wet with
precum. I licked my lips longingly, then, as Anthony lowered himself onto
me, I circled my hand around the head of his dick meaning that as he raised
himself up a little, he pushed his own dick into my fist and as he sat back
down again, his dick slid out. In effect, he was fucking my hand as he rode
me.

"MMMMMM! Brad!" he moaned.

He started riding me a little faster, bouncing up and down on my rock hard
boner, his own uncut cock pistoning in and out of my fist. I squeezed
tightly, making sure to maximize the friction around his sensitive
dickhead. I leaned toward him, opening my lips to begin making out, wanting
more... I don't know, really, just more passion from the moment, I
guess. He jerked his head back away from mine, preventing our lips from
meeting, and, not for the first time, I felt disappointed by his actions
when it came to that side of things, but my mind wasn't able to dwell on it
for long, as I could feel my orgasm approaching, and began thrusting upward
into him as he rode me.

But then, Anthony began to slow his movements right down, until he was
raising and lowering himself up and down slowly and deliberately, rising up
until my dick felt as though it was about to pop out him, and sitting down
right to the root of me, my pubes touching his asscheeks. I'd been right on
the edge of cumming, so so close, and now he was holding me there,
suspended in limbo.  My balls ached and I moaned at the feelings running
through me.

I needed to cum so badly! But Anthony was definitely in control, in control
of the speed, in control of when I would cum.  I tried thrusting
desperately up into him with shallow little pushes, but he just grinned
down at me, and, if anything, slowed down his riding even more. I winced
and whimpered, twisting my head from side to side as I sat on my desk
chair. My balls felt they would combust if they didn't get some release
soon. At the same time, I was loving the feelings building up inside of me,
and kept moaning with pleasure as another wave of it swept over me as my
dick grazed up and down Anthony's warm, tight insides.

Suddenly, I couldn't stand it any more! I was so so desperate to cum, I
just had to! Remembering my chair was on castors, I propelled us along the
floor until we hit the side of Anthony's bed. I leaned forward and we
toppled out of the chair, with me still implanted deep inside him. Anthony
landed on his back and I leaned over him, one hand either side of his
shoulders, my hips bucking up and down as I thrust hard and fast as if my
life depended on it. My dick was glowing with heat and my balls were
tightening as I fucked Anthony harder and harder and faster and faster.

"OH FUCK YES!" I cried out. "FUCK! MMMMM! OH FUCK!"

"Keep going!" Anthony urged me. "Fuck me Brad! Fuck me!"

I didn't need any encouragement, my rock hard dick was going to erupt at
any second.

"OH BRAD! OH BRAD! OH BRAD!" Anthony squealed uncontrollably. I was
conscious we were being loud, it was the middle of the day, and probably
everybody else on the corridor was busy studying for their exams, but at
that moment I could care less how much noise we were making, the sex was so
incredible.

I was right on the edge of cumming, and could tell the next thrust would do
it, and I was right! I cried out as I felt my cock start to shoot its
load. Anthony made a noise the like of which I had never heard before and
then he too was cumming, his rock hard dick spurting hot white cum without
either of us touching it. It flew out in an uncontrollable arc, two or
three shots landing wetly on my body as I leaned over him, some of it
landing on his chest, some on the bedclothes, some of it even hitting him
in the face.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Mmmmmmmm!" I murmured softly, gasping for breath. I
continued gently moving my dick forward and backward inside Anthony even
though I had finished cumming, the waves of pleasure still washing over me
with every movement. I leaned down, wanting to kiss him, but he turned his
head away from me, so I gave up on that idea.

I gently pulled my cock out of him and reached down to take off the
condom. It wasn't there! I looked down, seeing my softening cock shiny and
wet with my cum. A trickle of white was running out of Anthony's rosebud
hole onto the sheets where he was lying, a small wet patch spreading
beneath his ass.

I felt panic rising up inside me and my heart beating faster as it dawned
on me that we had been so intent on having sex that neither of us had
thought to put a condom on me.

I struggled for words.

"Anthony, I...Fuck! I'm so so sorry! I forgot to put on a...I hadn't
realized I wasn't wearing...Oh fuck! What did we just do?!" I clutched at
my head with my hands, tugging at my hair.

"Brad, relax," Anthony said softly, stretching his limbs out on the bed
like a satisfied cat. "It was my fault, not yours. These things happen, you
know? Heat of the moment and all that." He looked at me and grinned his
face full of lust. "And it felt awesome! Fucking awesome!"

I shook my head, trying to think straight.

"But...But...But what about...I mean aren't you worried about diseases and
stuff?"

He frowned slightly as if considering what I'd said, then shook his head.

"No, I trust you. I've never done that with anyone before, had sex without
a condom I mean, and I know I'm the only person you've been with, so yes, I
think we're both safe."

"But..."

"Brad, it's no biggie. So we forgot to use protection this once. We know
each other, we're not strangers meeting in a bathhouse or in a nightclub
having a one night stand, and we both know we've not shagged our way round
half the university with multiple sexual partners. Don't worry about
it. There's nothing we can do about it now." He looked at me. "That was the
best orgasm I've ever had, I'm going to dream about it and wank off
thinking about it for a long long time to come."

I couldn't explain to him. Couldn't explain how I felt. It was a mixture of
panic and shame. I even felt a little dirty. And he was shrugging it off as
if it were no big deal at all. But it *was* a big deal. A fucking big deal!
To me, anyways.

He left the room to go take a shower. I had to get out of the room, had to
go clear my head of all the thoughts racing around in it. Had to go calm
down.

I wiped my body down with a towel and sprayed deodorant all over myself to
drown out any smell of cum that might have lingered on me, then dressed
hurriedly and left the dormroom before Anthony arrived back from his
shower.

I wandered aimlessly around the campus before finding a bench to sit down
on. I was so confused about what I was feeling. I hadn't envisaged ever
barebacking anybody outside of a long-term relationship and part of me was
ashamed at how easily I had forgotten to rubber up. Then part of me
wondered if that had been the reason why it had felt even better than it
had felt before, and part of me felt a closer connection to Anthony than I
had ever felt before. And a big part of me was disappointed in how much it
didn't seem to matter to Anthony.

My cell beeped, announcing the arrival of a text. It was from Anthony
checking things were cool between us still. I sighed deeply and put my cell
back in my pocket. I'd answer him later. For now, I just gazed up at the
sky searching for some answers to what I was feeling.