Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 15:05:49 +0000
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  3-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 3) -- Brad

I lay in my bed, having just woken up, listening to the heavy breathing of
Anthony sleeping peacefully. It was a relaxing and reassuring sound,
hearing the regular deep breaths coming from across the dorm room. I put on
my glasses and the room suddenly came into focus. I glanced over at
Anthony's bed. At some point in the night he must have woken, as the
clothes he'd been wearing when he fell asleep were now in a pile on the
floor beside his bed, and he was beneath his bedcovers. One skinny naked
arm stuck out of the side of the bedclothes, and I wondered whether he had
stripped completely and slept naked, or put on pajama trousers, or (like
me) preferred to sleep in his underwear.

Well, guess I'll find out soon enough when he wakes up.

I lay patiently in my bed waiting for my morning wood to subside of its own
accord, not really feeling in the mood to beat off straight away that
morning. I suddenly remembered I hadn't recorded my exercise scores from
the day before, and so got my notebook and a pen out of the drawer in my
bedside table to write them down.

Fifteen push-ups and forty sit-ups, I think. Not bad Brad. See if we can
equal that today.

Quietly, so as not to awaken Anthony, I slid out from under my covers and
did my exercises on the floor of the room. I managed the exact same amounts
as the previous day, and entered the scores at the back of my notepad.  I
looked up the neat columns of figures on the page. There was a definite
improvement in the last couple weeks. I remembered when I first started
exercising and I had bent my arms to attempt a push-up and just collapsed
face-down on the carpet on my bedroom at home. I'd come a long way since
then, even if the numbers were nothing compared to what the athletic
scholars and other Jocks would be able to manage.

I closed my notebook, careful not to let the pages flip to the front half
of the book, where I'd written...where I'd done those exercises for my
therapist. It always helped at the time, and some day I'd feel strong
enough to re-read it, but it wasn't that day yet.

I checked the time on my cell and it was still early. I grabbed my towel
and shaving stuff and headed off to the bathroom to take a shower and have
a shave. Like the previous day, the bathroom was empty when I arrived, and
I was able to shave in peace and take a long, leisurely shower.

I lathered up my body and stood under the shower head, enjoying feeling the
warm water running over me and washing off the soap suds. I carefully
lifted my flaccid dick and made sure the soap got fully washed off the base
of my shaft and my balls. The feel of the jet of water from the shower head
hitting my balls felt good, and I felt my dick beginning to harden slightly
from the intense sensation. I let go of it, letting it drop back down to
hang between my legs, but as it fell, I felt it beginning to plump out, and
then it was rising back up of its own accord, making little bobbing motions
as it got pumped full of blood.

Soon I was fully erect and in two minds about what to do. Half of me wanted
to just grab my cock in my fist and pump it till I spurted, the other half
of me thought I oughtn't to do that in case somebody else chose that moment
to take their morning wash. In the end (as usual) the half of me that
controls my sexual enjoyment won out, and, making sure that the shower
cubicle door was firmly closed behind me, I made sure my cock was good and
wet from the spray from the shower, and then started stroking up and down
my shaft.

Oh yes, it felt good. I moaned softly to myself as my hand made its way up
and down my entire length. I brought my left hand down to my balls and
began fondling them. They hung lower than usual due to the warmth from the
shower water. I grabbed my scrotum with my thumb and index finger and
pulled, using my other three fingers to tickle the underneath of my balls.

My right hand continued its ever-repeating journey up and down my shaft. I
closed my eyes and for some reason, the image of Anthony lying sleeping
came into my mind. I remembered stroking his hair gently across his
forehead and out of his eyes as he slept, and then my thoughts turned to
his naked arm lying outside his bedcovers that morning, the fine dark hairs
on his lower arm and the paleness of his skin against the dark blue of his
bedclothes. How I'd stared at it and longed to reach out and touch it, feel
the smoothness and softness of his arm, the warmth of his body, how I'd
wanted to lift up his bedclothes and climb in beside him, place my own arm
over his and huddle up close to him until we were spooning, my naked chest
against his naked back, my face in his brown hair breathing in his natural
scent, our legs intertwined and my throbbing cock tenting my briefs and
pushing outwards at his...

I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a grunt allowed the pressure that
had been building up inside of me to be released, my cock firing out spurt
after spurt of thick white cum, which landed on the shower cubicle floor. I
struggled to keep my moans under control as the cum shot out of me, all
thoughts of Anthony abandoned, my mind concentrating only on the intensity
of the feelings running through my body. My legs felt weak, and I braced
myself against the back wall of the shower cubicle with my left hand.

Fuck! That was awesome!

My spent dick began to soften, and I sighed deeply to myself with
contentment. As I shut off the shower, I heard the door to the bathroom
open, and the sound of deep male voices continuing their conversation as
they stripped off ready to take their showers.

"Dude she was just amazing!"

"Were those tits as good as they looked?"

"You have no idea! And to think it was only the second day here. I can't
believe I got laid my second day!"

"Dude I'm so jealous of you right now!"

"And you should be. She fucked good dude. Best fuck I ever had!"

"Man! I hope I get me some action too soon."

"I hope you do too dude. You sure could use some huh?"

"Hell yes!"

"Dude? You getting a little wood there buddy?!"

There was a short silence, then the sound of laughter.

"You are! No prizes for guessing what you'll be doing when you get under
that shower!"

"Fuck you dude!"

The sound of cubicle doors banging came to me, and then two showers started
up. I left my cubicle, grabbed my towel and wash-stuff and hurried out of
the bathroom, still dripping wet. Luckily, I didn't meet anyone in the
corridor.

I entered the room I share with Anthony. He was still asleep, making little
snorts and whimpers to himself in his sleep. I hurriedly towelled myself
dry, and pulled on fresh briefs and socks, a clean tshirt and the jeans I
wore yesterday. Finally, once I was fully clothed, I could relax. Anthony
could wake up any time he wanted now and I'd be ready to face him.

I hung my wet towel over the radiator and switched on my computer to check
my email. While I was waiting for it to boot up, I looked over at Anthony
again. A big smile was plastered on his face. He must have been having a
good dream. I bet if he was, his cock was hard again. I looked hard at
where I imagined it would be, but there were no tell-tale signs showing
through the bedclothes.

I jumped as the Windows fanfare sounded on my computer.

Shit! I'd forgotten I'd left the sound enabled.

Anthony's eyes blinked.

Shit! I'd woken him up. Fuck! He might be mad at me.

I took some deep slow breaths to calm my heart which had suddenly started
pounding in my chest at the thought of my roommate getting pissed at me. I
watched as Anthony put on his glasses, and felt like I ought to say
something.

"Good sleep?"

Oh very good Brad, the height of originality. Jeez, couldn't you think of
something better to say to him?

As I mentally kicked myself, a sheepish look came over Anthony's face and
he pulled his bedcovers closely around his body. He must have felt cold or
something.

"Um yes," he replied. "What time is it?"

"Oh don't worry," I said "it's still pretty early, you've not missed
orientation or anything. I've not been up long, but I've been and had a
shower and was just checking my emails before breakfast. I er..." I could
feel myself getting red. " I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, not at all. And even if you had, that's just one of those things when
you're sharing a room isn't it? I would have forgiven
you...maybe...sometime next century!"

I laughed. Partly because what he'd said was quite funny, and partly from
pure relief. He wasn't mad at me! He wasn't mad at me! What a great
roommate to have.

I turned back to my computer to switch it off. I could check my email
later. Right now, I wanted Anthony to get out of bed and for us to continue
where we left off yesterday, getting to know each other better, sharing
jokes and just generally talking about random shit. Plus I was getting
kinda hungry.

"So, I'm about ready for breakfast," I said. "Do you want to throw some
clothes on quickly and come too?"

"Um no," he said. "You go on ahead and grab us a table and I'll catch you
up. I could do with a shower, I smell pretty disgusting this morning after
all that travelling yesterday."

Of course he didn't. Yes, I could smell him, but it was a faint natural
manly smell, with undertones of deodorant lingering on his armpits,
certainly not an unpleasant, stale body odor or anything.

But if he wanted a shower before breakfast, that was fine by me. I checked
he knew where the cafeteria was, and then made my way down in the
lift. There was already a bit of a line waiting to get served. I normally
get a bit panicky being among so many people, but for some reason today, I
didn't feel too bad. Maybe it was the reassurance of knowing Anthony would
soon be joining me and that I wouldn't be completely on my own for very
long.

I neared the front of the line, and felt in my pocket to get my money ready
for paying.

Shit! Both pockets were empty. I must have left my wallet in the dorm
room. I hurried out of line and made my way back up to the room. I expected
Anthony would be in the shower by now.

I opened the door to our room. No, Anthony was still lying in bed,
stretched out under his covers. I saw my wallet sitting on the corner of my
desk and walked over to it. As I passed Anthony's bed, I thought I smelt a
familiar strong-scented smell.

Had he...?  No, it was probably just my imagination.

"Are you still not out of bed?!" I asked him. "Thought you were desperate
for a shower."

He looked a little sheepish.

"What can I say? I'm not a morning person!"

"Well don't laze about too long, otherwise you'll miss breakfast." I
mock-scolded.

"Alright Mum, or should I say `Mom'?!" He answered.

I laughed at him, he really had my sense of humor nailed, and we'd only
known each other less than a day.

I left the room for the second time, and arrived back at the cafeteria. I
chose what I wanted to eat, and got a large cup of strong coffee, then sat
down at a table to wait for Anthony. I studied my fellow students as I
waited. They mostly sat in groups of four or five people, talking loudly
about parties they'd been to the night before, or the classes they hoped to
register for.

It wasn't long before I noticed Anthony arrive with his tray of
breakfast. He sat across from me at the table.

"Why are you on your own? Isn't there anyone else on the same floor as us
that you could have sat with while you were waiting for me?"

It hadn't occurred to me to sit with anybody else. Not that I knew anybody
else on our corridor. I had spent all my first day here unpacking and
stressing about who I might end up sharing a room with. I hadn't had time
to even introduce myself to the guys living in the neighboring rooms. I
didn't want to tell Anthony that though, in case he thought I was a loser.

"Um how's the breakfast?" I asked him, changing the subject. He seemed not
to notice. We talked for a little about the different foods on offer for
breakfast here as opposed to what he usually has in England, and then moved
on to talking about other stuff. I couldn't believe how easy it was talking
with him. He seemed interested in what I had to say, and laughed at my
attempts at cracking jokes. And he was funny himself, making me laugh lots
of times over the course of the meal. I completely relaxed with him, and
felt like all my earlier worries about sharing a room with somebody had
vanished.

Once we'd both finished eating, we went back up to our room together. His
cases still lay under his desk where we'd left them the day before. I took
hold of the nearest one and hoisted it up onto my bed.

"So did you want a hand unpacking your stuff?" I asked him, starting to
unzip it.

A look of panic swept across his face as he saw what I was doing, and he
yelled at me.

"NO! Um, no, it's alright, leave it, I'll do it later"

He strode across the room and zipped his case back up again. It was weird,
we'd been talking so naturally just moments before, and then all of a
sudden his mood had changed. And I'd only been trying to help him.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, what's the matter? Was I about to discover your secret
porn stash or something?!" The words were out of my mouth before I'd
realised I'd started speaking. It was a pretty smart, sarcastic thing to
say I thought, but then once I'd said it, I could feel my heart pounding
again, at the possibility he might get mad at me for interfering in his
stuff and being flippant about it.

I felt myself tense up, certain he was going to yell at me again, and get
properly mad this time. But, no, he didn't yell. In fact, his cheeks seemed
to color...He was blushing!

"Um, no. I just...It's time to go for orientation" he said as he put the
suitcase down on the floor next to his bed. "We don't want to be late do
we?"

"I guess not," I said, checking the time myself. He was right, it was
getting pretty near to the time we'd need to leave to get to the lecture
hall on time for the orientation welcome talk by the Dean of the
university.

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. We talked a little as we walked, but Anthony seemed a
bit preoccupied, not concentrating too closely on what we were saying.  He
kept glancing from left to right, at the other students walking in the same
direction as us. Probably he was checking out the girls. I guess there were
some pretty hot ones around us.

There were some pretty hot guys too, I couldn't help noticing. The sort of
Jocks that in high school used to make my life Hell. But this time they
didn't seem intent on bullying me. And, of course, now I wasn't alone –
I was walking alongside an actual friend, one that was kinda cute, and from
England of all places, and one that I instinctively felt would stick up for
me if I got any shit from anyone. Even though he was hardly built like a
bodyguard himself.

We crammed into the lecture hall. There were literally hundreds of us, all
trying to squeeze into the seating, which was just long benches with a kind
of long strip of writing desk to lean your notepad or whatever on. There
really wasn't enough space, and we had to sit real close to one another,
our legs and shoulders touching.

I could feel heat radiating off of all the bodies around me, and could
smell the different perfumes and deodorants of everyone. And the scent of
fresh sweat, that natural body smell before it gets all stale and turns
into BO.

Immediately to my left sat Anthony, then to my right sat a girl with short
red hair who for some reason seemed kinda familiar, though I couldn't think
where I'd seen her before. In the row in front was a long line of guys. The
one in front of me smelt absolutely gorgeous, and I couldn't help breathing
in his scent as the Dean at the front of the lecture hall droned on,
welcoming us to the university and explaining the dorm regulations. His
brown hair reached his tanned neck and he had a few moles between where his
hair ended and his red tshirt began. I felt a stirring in my briefs as his
smell swept through my nostrils. Now was definitely not a good time to
spring a boner – in a lecture hall surrounded by probably more than a
thousand people, I couldn't think of many things more embarrassing.

I sneaked a sideways glance at Anthony. Behind his glasses, his eyes looked
glazed over as if he wasn't paying attention to the Dean's talk at all. My
eyes drifted down his body to his crotch, and then widened of their own
accord. Anthony had a definite bulge at the flies of his jeans. Shoot! Did
the guy walk around with a permanent boner or something?!

My own dick started chubbing up more as I looked at Anthony's bulging
jeans. Every now and then, the material twitched. Wow! Something (or
someone) must be seriously turning him on!

Completely unaware I was watching him, Anthony casually slipped his right
hand into the pocket of his jeans and as I watched, the bulge at his crotch
shifted to a new, much less noticeable position.

Fuck! Spoiling my view! Oh well, maybe that was all for the better. With a
shock I realised I was sporting at least a semi, and before long my own
pants would be bulging out in certain places.

I suddenly felt a hand brushing against my left thigh, and I jumped. In my
briefs, my cock jumped too.

"Sorry mate," Anthony whispered to me. He had obviously been withdrawing
his hand from his pocket after adjusting himself. I lost the battle with
keeping my own growing erection under control as the thought that the hand
that had just brushed over me had only seconds before been in contact with
his rock hard rod swept through my mind.

I felt a wave of panic sweep through me as it dawned on me that I was
sitting in a crowded hall with a full-on boner. But nobody seemed to be
taking any notice. And I knew for a fact I wasn't the only one! In fact,
glancing down the row I was sitting in, there seemed to be quite a few
bulging crotches among the male occupants. Guess all the heat and the body
contact was getting to lots of people!

Suddenly, people around me were applauding and standing up getting ready to
leave the lecture hall.

Fuck! I still have my boner!

I wished I had a bag or some books or something (anything) with me to hide
my crotch behind, but I didn't. But so far, nobody seemed to be taking any
notice of me. I might just get away with it!

"How boring was that?!" I said to Anthony, as we exited. I hoped he would
start talking about how boring it had been, and distract me from my dick,
giving it the opportunity to go down, but he didn't answer. In fact, he
seemed preoccupied with something. I wondered if he too was still sporting
wood.

We walked down the corridor from the lecture hall. My dick was pushing
against the confines of my briefs, and had started to ache from being hard
for so long. It was no good, I could tell it wasn't going to go down on its
own. I would have to find some way of giving Anthony the slip and finding
somewhere to jack off.

I suddenly noticed we were coming up to some restrooms. Perfect. I was just
about to say to Anthony that I would have to stop off in the restroom and
he could carry on ahead of me back to the dorm, when he spoke.

"Um...I've just got to go for a piss. Um...I won't be long. Meet you back
out here in a minute." And he disappeared into the restroom himself.

Hmm...Chances were he was still as boned up as me and had taken the
opportunity to go sort himself out, as I had planned to do.  My rock hard
dick stabbed at the material of my briefs as I thought of him in the
restroom urgently tugging at his own hard cock, and now I knew I couldn't
keep myself under control much longer.

Next to the male restrooms were the female restrooms, but just the other
side of those was a door with a disabled sign on it. I pushed the door
open, and found it was a disabled stall. I quickly stepped in, and closed
the door behind me, turning the bolt to lock the door.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down, then pulled my
throbbing rock hard dick out of my briefs. I was conscious I would have to
be quick so that Anthony wouldn't come out of the male restroom to find me
gone, and think I had left for the dorm without him, but it was soon
apparent that being quick wouldn't be a problem for me. I thought of
Anthony in the men's room jacking himself off as I spat on my hand and
started work on my own dick.

I had only given my cock a few quick strokes when I felt my balls
tightening and knew I was about to shoot. I closed my eyes and succumbed to
the feelings running through me, and felt cum flying out of the end of my
dickhead, moaning softly to myself with pleasure.

Only once I had finished cumming and the feelings had begun to subside, did
I open my eyes and realise I had forgotten where I was and neglected to aim
for the toilet bowl. I had made quite a mess of the floor of the stall, and
a large blob of cum lay on the seat of the toilet. There was even some cum
dripping off of the emergency pull-cord.

Shit! I ought to clean this up.

I grabbed some paper towel from the dispenser to make a start, but then
panicked that Anthony would be finished soon and wondering where I'd
disappeared to. I unbolted the door and plastered what I hoped was an
innocent expression on my face, before slipping out into the corridor,
leaving the cum-covered stall behind me.

No sooner had I walked the few paces along the corridor to stand outside
the male restroom, than Anthony was exiting from the restroom door. He too
seemed in a hurry to get away from the corridor for some reason, and we
quickly left the scene of my crime to walk back to our dorm.