Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:01:42 +0100
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  3-Anthony

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
site without reading further.


Note from Author:

This part of the story is told by Anthony. At some point in the future, I
plan to completely retell the story from Brad's point of view.


Geeks Get Hot  (part 3) -- Anthony

After we'd finished breakfast, and Brad had explained the difference
between having fried eggs `sunny side up' and `easy over', we made our way
back up to our room. I still couldn't believe how easily we'd clicked. We'd
had loads to talk about while we'd been eating, despite him never having
been to the UK and me never having been to the States before, and our
senses of humour matched perfectly. We'd bounced jokes off each other, and
had spent a lot of time laughing. All my earlier worries about sharing a
room with somebody had vanished.

And the room itself wasn't bad. We effectively had one side of the room
each, with a bed, bedside table, desk and small chest of drawers against
our wall, then the window with radiator beneath it on the far wall between
our bedside tables, and on the wall opposite that, the door into the
corridor, and a large wardrobe which we shared, one side each.

I stood in the centre of the room taking in my surroundings, failing to
notice Brad picking up one of the suitcases of mine that we'd abandoned
under my desk the previous day.

"Did you want a hand unpacking your stuff?" Brad asked, starting to unzip
the suitcase.

Fuck! That's the one I put my...

"Um, no, it's alright, leave it, I'll do it later" I yelled, probably much
too loudly, rushing across the room to take the case off him and zip it
back up again.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, what's the matter? Was I about to discover your secret
porn stash or something?!"

Actually, yes, that suitcase he'd been about to open contained, amongst
other things, my entire collection of gay porn magazines which I hadn't
dared to leave at home in case my mum decided to clean my bedroom while I
was away, several calendars featuring some of my favourite celebrities in
various states of undress, four unopened boxes of condoms (well, it never
fails to be prepared!) and three dildos of various sizes which I'd secretly
bought on the internet, but was still waiting to try out on myself.

I could feel myself blushing, so I turned away as I put the suitcase back
down on the floor.

"Um, no. I just...It's time to go for orientation, we don't want to be late
do we?"  Phew! Got out of that one pretty well! Hope he doesn't notice how
red my cheeks are.

Brad looked at his watch.

"You're right. We'd better get going."

We left our room and made our way out of the dorms building and over
towards the main university teaching buildings. Soon we were part of a
steady stream of new students, all walking to the same talk to introduce us
to the university. There were some pretty fit lads around. I looked around
me as we walked, drinking in the sights, hoping Brad wasn't guessing what I
was doing.

We arrived at the lecture theatre that the talk was being held in, and
along with all the other students, walked inside to sit down. The seating
was tiered, but without individual seats, just long benches to sit on with
a long writing desk to lean on. There were so many students at that talk,
and more kept arriving. The Dean of the university who was starting the
talks off spoke over the microphone and told everyone to sit closer
together so that nobody would have to stand up.

We were crammed into those rows so tightly, it was impossible not to make
body contact with the person sitting next to you. I gazed along the rows of
seats at the tanned bodies of the male students, breathing in the scents of
the various deodorants and aftershaves that hung in the air around
me. Obviously, there were lots of girls there too, but for some reason, my
eyes just darted over them not taking them in.

On one side of me was Brad, on the other, a very hot looking surfer-type
lad with shoulder length tangled blonde hair and a tanned face that was
lightly freckled. He wore a bright green t-shirt, long white and dark green
patterned shorts, and flip-flops. His arms and legs were tanned too, with
his hairs bleached by the sun, and had just the right amount of muscle
definition to look shapely but not unnatural.

Our shoulders were touching and so were the whole of our legs, right from
our hips down to our ankles. We had no choice, we were packed into the
seating rows so tightly, but I wasn't complaining! He shifted in his seat
causing his shorts-covered leg to press tighter against my jeans-covered
one, and my cock twitched, then started to grow harder. Obviously being
this close to such a hottie was turning me on big time. I let it grow until
it was starting to cause my jeans to bulge outwards. No one was paying any
attention, they were all busy listening to the Dean droning on about how
wonderful the university was, and how proud they should be to be American,
and blah blah blah.

My cock was getting uncomfortable at the angle it was positioned at, so I
slowly put my hand into my jeans pocket and surreptitiously repositioned
myself through the lining of the pocket. I accidentally brushed the palm of
my hand over Brad's thigh as I drew my hand back out of my pocket, making
him jump a little.

"Sorry mate" I whispered to him, then went back to checking out the guys
around me. I couldn't believe how many of them were hot. Had this
university set a wet-dream-worthy appearance as one of its entry criteria?
My cock remained hard for the whole of the talks, and at one stage I felt a
drop of precum spilling over and running slowly down the length of my shaft
to end up in my pubes. I couldn't believe how horny I was so soon after my
morning wank. My mind drifted off, remembering the dream I'd been
having. There really had been a cute cabin crew attendant on my flight, and
I had spent most of the flight daydreaming about what I'd have liked him to
do to me. Mmm.

The sound of applause quickly brought me out of my thoughts and back to my
senses. I began clapping too. Obviously the talks were over.

"How boring was that?!" Brad whispered to me. People around us were getting
up to leave. Brad and I stood up too and made our way out of the lecture
hall along with all the other students. I was conscious of the erection I
had, but hoped no one would notice. Just along from the lecture hall was a
toilet (or restroom, as my new fellow students would say!) and I said to
Brad I needed a piss, and darted into it.

I headed into a cubicle, locked the door, then sat on the toilet and
brought my rock hard cock out of my jeans. A drop of precum was starting to
slide from my piss-slit and I quickly caught it on my index finger, rubbing
it around my head, making it good and slippery.

Quietly, in case there was anyone else still in the toilets, I started
wanking, conscious that I'd have to be as quick as I could to get back to
Brad before he started thinking I'd fallen into the toilet and drowned.

As I moved my hand rapidly up and down my shaft, I played a slideshow of
the students I'd been eyeing up in the lecture hall through my mind,
imagining them first in the clothes they'd been wearing, and then what they
might look like underneath their clothing, their tanned, toned bodies,
their thick curly pubic hair, their large thick cocks growing into even
larger, even thicker ones as they stroked themselves in time with me.

I felt myself getting close and pointed my cock down into the toilet bowl,
taking a sharp intake of breath and biting down on my bottom lip to stop
myself crying out as I felt big dollops of cum flying out of me.

As my breathing returned to normal, I looked down at the floor and at my
jeans and underwear bunched around my ankles. Phew, it looked as though I'd
managed to get all my cum into the toilet without making any mess.
Squeezing out the remnants of the last drop of cum from the end of my now
practically soft cock, I stood up and pulled my underwear and jeans back
up.

I turned and pulled the chain. There was a gargling sound, but no water
came flooding down the side of the toilet bowl. I pulled the chain again.
The same thing happened. The flush must be broken. I tried one last time
and still the toilet refused to flush. My cum remained floating on the
surface of the water and oozing down the inside rim of the toilet bowl.

Oh well, whoever uses this toilet next is in for a bit of a surprise!