Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 14:54:14 +0000
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  2-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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Note from Author:

This part of the story is told by Brad. To read the chapter's events from
Anthony's perspective, go back to the main `Geeks Get Hot' folder.


Geeks Get Hot  (part 2) -- Brad

I awoke with a start. It took me a while to get my bearings and realise
where I was. I reached my arm out and managed to find my glasses on my
bedside table. I checked the time on my cell and was amazed to find it was
after 1pm!

Shit, it's late! I never sleep this late. Ever! Guess all the worrying and
sleepless nights finally caught up with me.

I rolled myself out of bed and lay on the floor a minute. I really couldn't
be bothered with doing my exercises today, but I'd made myself a promise to
do them, and resolved to stick to it, so I dutifully started my sit-ups,
feeling the burn in my stomach muscles as I managed to complete 40 without
stopping. Then I rolled onto my front to do my push-ups. 15 in a row -- not
bad Brad, not bad at all.

After my fifteenth push-up, I collapsed onto my front and lay on the floor,
my nose and chin digging into the thin carpet on the dorm room floor, and
waited for my breath to come back.

Once I was breathing normally again, I got to my feet, brushing the dust
from the carpet off of my naked chest and legs. I walked over to the
wardrobe that I had claimed for myself and fetched my towel off of the hook
inside of it. As I held my towel and picked my washbag up, I glanced over
at the second bed in the room, still lying empty and unmade. I had almost
completed psyching myself up to sharing my room for the first time, and
with a stranger too, that I almost felt sad in a way that I wouldn't be
sharing with anyone after all.

I suppose I'd better brave the bathroom. Hopefully, it won't be too busy
this time in the afternoon...But what if it is?

I could feel my chest beginning to tighten and my breathing getting quick
and shallow at the thought. My mind drifted back to the jeers and catcalls
of high school locker-rooms...

No! Snap out of it Brad! Jeez! You're at college now, stop being such a
pussy!

I took some deep breaths, remembering what my therapist had told me. Then,
after pulling on a long tshirt and some baggy sweatpants, I made my way
along the corridor to take my shower and have a shave. I was in luck -- the
bathroom was deserted and stayed that way. I hurriedly pulled my clothes
back on and towelled my hair dry before walking back to my dorm room and
closing the door behind me.

I'd been tempted to jerk off while I was in the shower, out of habit more
than anything else, but had been too worried about someone walking into the
bathroom and catching me at it. At least that's one good thing about having
a room to myself -- being able to jerk off whenever I like and not worrying
about my roommate coming back from class at an inopportune moment. Yeah,
that is a definite plus point. I knew from experience when it comes to
jerking off, I'm not that patient at biding my time!

My dick gave a little jump as thoughts of jerking off ran through my mind,
and I finally thought to myself, "Fuck it, no time like the present!" and
pulled down my sweatpants and briefs. My cock was already firming up in
anticipation, and I gave a quick couple of tugs on it to help it on its
way, then crossed to my wardrobe and retrieved my lube from where I'd
hidden it right at the back, far away from the prying eyes of my would-be
roommate in case he'd ever decided to have a nose around in my stuff.

I squeezed a little lube into the palm of my right hand and ran my hand up
and down my shaft a few times, then circling my cockhead in my palm, making
sure I got my whole dick thoroughly coated in the slippery see-through
substance. I took some Kleenex from the box on my desk, and then lay back
on the bare mattress of the empty bed. It wasn't as if anyone else was
going to be using it, and if I could save making a mess on my own sheets
and bedcover then I was going to!

I pulled my tshirt over my head and dropped it on the floor, then set to
work rubbing my hands up the length of my shaft and right over my
head. First my right hand, starting at the very base of my shaft, and
working its way up. Then, as the thumb and forefinger of my fist reached my
tender cockhead, I brought my left hand round to clasp the base of my
shaft, and as I felt my cockhead sliding through the centre of my right
fist, I began moving my left hand upward. As my left hand neared the tip of
my cock, I gripped my shaft with my right fist again and was ready to start
the sequence over.

I continued like this for a while, laying back on the bed, just enjoying
the feelings that swept through me. Then, I felt the urge for something a
little more intense, and, getting some more lube to help out, I grasped my
cock with both my hands, my left hand sitting completely above my right
(yes, it is big enough for me to do that!) and began jacking myself off at
speed. I couldn't help but moan, it felt so good doing that.

My two-handed jerking got faster and faster, and suddenly I couldn't take
it any more, and my left hand left my shaft to allow my right hand to
continue its motion at an even faster and harder pace, moving over and over
my plump dickhead and the top quarter of my shaft, the lube making the
movements easy and heightening my every sensation.

My left hand clenched at the edge of the mattress as my dick suddenly
erupted, spraying my stomach and chest with my hot cum. I was unable to
stop myself crying out as I hit my orgasm, but wow it felt so fucking
good. It always did.

Cum dripped from my fingers as I lifted my hand away from my spent cock,
and I wiped them on the Kleenex that was beside me, then mopped up my chest
and stomach. I'd managed to get a little bit of cum on the mattress too,
but that would soon dry and I doubted that it would leave a stain.

I screwed up the Kleenex and tossed it into the metal trashcan that was
beside my desk...Okay, so I missed the first time (actually, the first four
times) but I made it eventually!

That was better! I always felt way more relaxed when I'd shot my load. I
tended to end the day that way and always slept better for it.

I pulled on a fresh pair of white briefs, some black jeans and a baggy dark
gray tshirt, and set to work finishing my last bits of unpacking. I decided
to put my lube in the drawer of my bedside cabinet to allow myself easier
access to it in the future. Then, I figured out how to connect to the
internet and access my new college email, and started surfing the web for a
bit.

As usual when I was surfing, it wasn't long before a pop-up appeared for a
porn site. It was one I hadn't come across before (after the amount of
sites I'd been to, I didn't think there were that many left! But here was
one) and I was just moving my mouse to slide the cursor onto the "Enter
Site" button, when there was the sound of a door opening, and suddenly a
thin bespectacled brown haired guy in tshirt and jeans and carrying several
bags was entering the dorm room.

Actually, I say "entering", but it was more like falling -- as if he'd
tripped over his own feet or something. Poor guy. I knew what that was
like, wanting to make a good impression in front of a bunch of people you'd
never met before and ending up making a complete dork of yourself instead.

Wait a minute, if he was coming in with bags of stuff, did this mean he was
moving in?! Was this my absent roommate arriving nearly two days late?!
Shit! My eyes flickered to the unmade bed where, not so long ago, I had
been lying naked, jacking myself furiously to oblivion. The few spots of
cum I'd sprayed on the mattress looked to have dried, luckily, and I
breathed a silent sigh of relief to myself. Then, quickly remembering what
webpage was showing on my computer screen, I hastily exited my web-browser,
and rose from my desk chair, extending my hand out toward the young guy.

As he walked toward me, I looked him over. About the same height as me,
thin, with brown hair that was a little untidy, as if it could do with a
good brushing, frameless glasses behind which glistened a pair of hazel
green-brown eyes, a faint dusting of freckles covering his nose and the
tops of his cheeks. He was wearing a faded blue tshirt, blue denim jeans
and white sneakers. I liked him instantly on sight. He definitely looked
like the sort of person that I could see myself being friends with. Not too
loud or too silly, fairly studious-looking, the exact sort of person I'd
have chosen to room with if I'd been given a choice.

Shit! What was his name again?! The scary woman at the room allocation desk
had definitely told me it. I wracked my memory, and managed to dredge it
up.

 "Hey, I'm Brad, you must be Anthony. Pleased to meet you." I remembered to
smile at him and look him in the eye. Full marks to me, my therapist would
be proud! And actually, considering how worked up I'd gotten myself over
the thought of having a roommate, now the moment of us meeting was actually
here, I wasn't that panicked at all. Maybe because he had just appeared and
I'd had no warning and no opportunity to get nervous in anticipation.

"Actually it's Anthony with a `tuh' sound -- you don't pronounce the `h' ".

He looked at me coldly as he replied. My mind registered that he had a
British accent. Then it registered what he'd said. And how he'd said it.

Shit. Obviously not as friendly as he looked. And I'd said his name
wrong. Shit. Shit. Shit! He doesn't like me. I've got to live with him for
a whole year, and he already doesn't like me. I said his name wrong! I said
his name wrong! And now he's going to blank me and treat me like all the
others. And I've got to live with him. In the same room. Live in the same
room with someone that obviously doesn't like me. For. A. Whole. Year. And
he...he...

Wait...Was he saying something else?

"Shit, that didn't come out right. I'm sorry, I've had a really long day
travelling, and I'm a bit paranoid about people pronouncing my name
right. Let's start again. Hi Brad, I'm Anthony. Pleased to meet you" and he
took my still out-stretched hand and shook it.

Dazed, and without really thinking, I shook his hand back. Then it dawned
on me that he'd apologised to me. He'd actually apologised to me for being
mean, and said he'd only snapped because he was tired and cranky from
travelling all day. Did that mean he didn't dislike me after all? That he
was willing to try to get to know me?

The nauseas feeling that had been building inside of me quickly passed to
be replaced by a giant wave of relief, the kind of which I'd never felt
before. Maybe we'd end up being friends after all. I suddenly felt elated,
on a total high, and, as happens when I get excited or happy about
something, my mouth went into overdrive, and I started gabbling, talking
way too fast and asking way too many questions.

Slow down Brad! You'll scare him off!

He didn't seem to mind though, and answered everything I asked him, and
even asked some questions back, as if he were actually interested in
knowing some more about me. I told him I was hoping to take classes mainly
in math, physics and computer science, and he told me how he was studying
math (only he called it `maths') at a university in England but had come
here on a year long exchange program. He was so easy to talk to, and I
found myself relaxing completely. I'd only known him ten minutes, but it
already felt like I'd known him a lot longer.

As he talked, I couldn't help but enjoy listening to his voice and the way
he pronounced his words. His accent was so cute. I've always loved British
accents, and now suddenly I was going to be living with someone who had
one.

Whoa, what was that?! A faint stirring in my briefs as I concentrated on
his accent. Mmm, British accents are such a turn-on...Shit! Now is
definitely not a good time to spring a boner! I desperately tried to think
of a way to stop him talking, and blurted out the first thing that came
into my head.

"Say, did you want to go to the cafeteria and grab a coffee or something?"

"Actually, I'd better fetch the rest of my suitcases up before someone
walks off with them," he replied. "And then I've got to get some sleep -- I
feel like I could sleep for the rest of the orientation week!"

"Yes, you do look pretty whacked" I said. It was true, there were faint
dark circles under his eyes, and every now and then he would pause
mid-sentence to yawn, closing his eyes and wrinkling up his nose as he did
so.

I offered to give Anthony a hand carrying his cases, so we left the room
together and made our way back to the administration building, continuing
our conversation on the way. As we walked along the corridor, some guys
passed us walking in the opposite direction, and I was forced to walk
behind him for a little way. For some reason my eyes were drawn to his
jeans and the shape of his ass filling them out. I shook my head and forced
my eyes away from...checking him out? No, I wasn't. I was just...It was
just...I happened to be facing that direction that's all.

We took the elevator and then walked back to where Anthony had left his
cases outside the Administration Building. It was weird. The longer I was
with him and the more we talked, the more connection I felt with him, and
the more I was attracted to him. I was a little freaked out, and more than
a little confused. Sure, I'd had crushes before, (hasn't everybody?!) but
they were usually formed over a long time, this guy I'd only met for twenty
minutes maximum, and I was struggling to keep my hormones under
control. And it wasn't even as if he was the best-looking guy
around...though he did have a certain air of cuteness around him...and a
nice smile...and a hot accent...I must stop thinking like this!

We reached where Anthony had left his cases.

"So, do you have a girlfriend back in England?" I asked.

"Um..." He was looking down at the floor. I saw a look of...was it panic?
No, probably just embarrassment at me asking the question.

"No, um... I...No, I don't" he finally said.

"Me either" I confessed.

I had a sudden urge to tell him. For him to be the first person other than
my therapist to know. For him to be the first person I would tell. But what
if he freaked out and wanted nothing more to do with me? I'd end up with a
roommate who hated me and would want nothing to do with me, and that would
be a shame seeing as how we were getting on so great so far.

I wrestled with my thoughts for a moment, then wimped out.

"Guess we can both have some fun searching this year though" I ended up
saying. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about the idea. Maybe it's true
what they say about the British, that they're all uptight about talking
about sex. Or maybe he's just shy. After all, we hadn't met each other that
long ago, and I can be a bit full-on sometimes when I'm excited.

I picked up the case that was nearest to me. I felt my arm almost buckle
under the weight of it. The old, puny Brad wouldn't have been able to even
lift it an inch off of the ground, but the new, improved, confident,
exercising Brad managed to cover up that he was struggling a little with
carrying it, and even found the confidence to crack a joke about how heavy
it was.

"Fuck, what do you have in this thing? Bricks?!"

Anthony laughed at me. He actually laughed at what I had said. He thought
my joke had been funny!

We got back to our room and stowed the cases under Anthony's desk for the
moment. Then I helped Anthony make up his bed. He was looking really tired
now, and kept yawning loudly, then apologizing for being rude.

"Did you want that coffee now?" I asked. Anthony nodded, so I went off to
get us one each from the machine down in the dorm's entrance hallway. The
coffee was very hot and on my way back I had to keep setting the plastic
cups down on the floor so I didn't burn my fingers.

When I got back to the room, Anthony was lying on his bed, fully-clothed
and fast asleep. I quietly put the cups of coffee down on his bedside table
and turned to face him. His mouth was a little open, and I couldn't help
noticing he was drooling a little onto his pillow. He was breathing heavily
and every now and again would let out a little snorting sound or a sigh.

I felt like I ought to pull his bedcovers over him or something, make him
more comfortable, but I didn't want to risk waking him, he looked so
peaceful, and he must have been exhausted to fall so soundly asleep so
quickly, and with all his clothes still on. And his glasses. I didn't want
him to roll over onto his glasses in his sleep and bend them out of shape,
so I slowly reached out my hand and very carefully and gently, so as not to
wake him, lifted his glasses off his face and placed them down on his
bedside table. Then, without thinking, I gently brushed his hair from out
of his eyes.

He didn't wake, but rolled over onto his side away from me. As he did so,
it caused his faded blue tshirt to ride up a little, exposing the base of
his back, and about a half inch of black waistband of his underwear poking
over the top of his jeans. I felt a stirring in my own underwear, and as I
gazed at my sleeping roommate, I could feel my cock growing and my heart
rate increasing.

I undid the button of my jeans and stuck my hand down the front of my
briefs, fondling my hardening dick as I stood watching Anthony as he
slept. He shifted in his sleep again until he lay on his back. Was it my
imagination, or was there movement in his own jeans? I watched as a
definite bulge developed at his crotch. Obviously he was having a good
dream about something.

I went and sat on my own bed, quietly opening my bedside drawer to get some
lube on my hand, and then, after stripping off my clothes, got beneath my
covers, turning my head to focus on Anthony and the bulge in his jeans as I
began jerking my cock. I was going to try to imagine what Anthony might
look like naked, but I must have gotten myself too worked up, because
suddenly I was cumming and in my head I hadn't even gotten round to
thinking what his dick might look like.

I felt my cum shoot out of me, soaking into my sheets, and couldn't help
but let out a rather loud gasp at the intensity of the feelings that swept
over me. I glanced over at Anthony. Luckily he hadn't woken. I wiped my
sticky hand on my sheet and took off my own glasses, then I rolled over,
making sure to keep out of the wet patch I'd just made, and succumbed to
sleep myself.