Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 23:50:37 +0000
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  8-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
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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 8) -- Brad

I sat down, my back against the wall, clutching my lube in my hand.

I looked down and saw Anthony's face inches away from where my rock hard
cock was bulging in my tight white briefs. He had a shocked look on his
face and his cheeks were red. He looked up at me, and gave a little jump as
if surprised to see me there. A look of guilt crossed his face. I wondered
what he was thinking. He couldn't be surprised to see that I was boned up,
as he knew I was about to get myself off.

He was suddenly stammering, a bit awkwardly.

"Um, um, I'm a bit in your way," he stuttered. And then he raised himself
off of his stomach until he too was in a sitting position next to me. I
couldn't help looking down to his crotch area, and right now, I was too
drunk to care if he noticed I was looking. And what I saw made my dick get
even harder (I didn't think that was possible, but it did, I swear!) and
tingle with excitement!

His tight gray boxerbriefs were severely tented, struggling to contain an
obviously rock hard dick, and toward the top of his underwear, right where
his dickhead lay, there was a circular patch of dark gray wetness, showing
up clearly amidst the light gray material that was bulging outward
impressively.

Fuck! Anthony was obviously as turned on and horny as I was. So much so he
had started leaking precum into his boxerbriefs. Shit! Nice! Wow!

"Hey dude, it looks like you could do with getting yourself off too," I
told him.

He swallowed a little uncomfortably. I expect he felt a bit embarrassed,
both of us sitting there with obvious hardons showing. I know I would under
normal circumstances, but the effects of the alcohol had dimmed my
self-consciousness, and right now, I just felt 100% horny.

"Yes, you're right," Anthony eventually said, softly. "I could definitely
do with a good...what is it you say over here? A good jacking-off?"

Fuck, yes! He definitely could. And so could I!

"Yeah," I said, wracking my brains for the corresponding British
expression. "And I could do with a good...what is it you Brits call it
again? Wank?"

"Uh-huh"

"Mmm, yes, a good wank!" I repeated slowly and deliberately, emphasizing
the words as I said them.

Anthony let out a little desperate cry, as if he couldn't hold back any
longer, and his hand went to the hardness in his boxerbriefs and started
rubbing it furiously through the material. The dark gray circle of precum
increased in diameter. My own dick was still tingling and I felt waves of
excitement and anticipation running through my body. I slowly gripped the
sides of my tight white briefs and pulled them down, letting my achingly
hard cock free at last. I bent my knees up and slid my briefs right down
and off, then discarded them on the floor.

Next to me, Anthony tugged down his boxerbriefs and his own dick sprang
out, landing back against his stomach with a soft splatting sound. He threw
his own underwear onto the floor where it landed on top of mine. I turned
my head and looked down at his cock, sensing him turning his head to look
at mine at the same time.

Anthony's dick was just...perfect. There was no other word to describe
it. I knew he was uncut, but right at that moment, his foreskin had rolled
right back, exposing a very plump, pale pink dickhead from which radiated
the most gorgeous manly scent. There was a little drop of precum sitting on
his piss-slit, which I longed to collect on the tip of my tongue, to see
what it tasted like, but despite the beer having relaxed my inhibitions, I
still didn't dare do that. Besides, it would probably completely freak him
out, and I didn't want that. Not when the night was turning out like one of
my wet dreams!

"Fuck mate, that's a fucking nice cock you've got there!" Anthony suddenly
said, sounding impressed. "Whoever ends up being the first to get that
monster inside them is going to feel one lucky person!"

I looked down at my own 8 inch dick, rock hard and throbbing, the dark pink
head completely engorged with blood. I had to admit, it did look pretty
good. I looked back over at Anthony's. No, it definitely wasn't as big as
mine was, nor was it as big as most of the cocks I'd seen in porn
films. But there was just something about it that drew me to it. I couldn't
explain it, just the sight of it had me so turned on I couldn't believe it.

I tore my gaze away from it for a moment and squeezed some lube into my
hand. Then I remembered my manners, and thought I'd better offer some to
Anthony too.

"Hey do you want some lube for that?" I asked. He looked up and caught my
eye. I nodded down at his dick to make it obvious what I meant by
"that". (As if he wouldn't have known!)

"Okay," he said.

Without thinking properly, I reached out the hand I'd just squeezed lube
onto, and transferred the lube off of it onto his dick, stroking my hand up
and down him a few times to get all of it coated. Then, I suddenly realized
what I was doing, and was a bit afraid he would get mad at me, but he
didn't seem to be minding. I got some more lube, and transferred it onto my
own cock. While I was lubing myself up, Anthony took hold of his own shaft,
and, leaning back, resting his head against the wall, started jacking
himself, his hand moving slowly and rhythmically up and down. He let out a
long satisfied moan as he started, as if to say "I've been waiting all
night for this". His left hand went down to his balls and started playing
with them.

I stroked up and down my shaft a couple times, then started playing with my
own balls. They felt so full and heavy, and I rolled them round in the palm
of my hand, pulling at my scrotum. I moved the palm of my other hand up to
my cockhead, and used it to press my head against my slightly defined abs,
then rubbed the palm of my hand back and forth over the underside of my
head. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure I was
creating wash over me.

I opened my eyes and sneaked a look over at Anthony. He had his own eyes
closed now, enjoying his own world of pleasure, and was running his index
finger backward and forward over his banjo string at the back of his
cockhead. His whole head was shiny and wet with a mix of lube and
precum. As I watched, a large drop of precum formed at his piss-slit, then
spilled over. As it did, he let out a moan, the sound of which made a
shiver run right down my spine. I pressed a bit harder on my tender
dickhead to increase the friction and sensation, and suddenly found myself
moaning too, the feelings were so good and I was so turned on from having
Anthony jerking off next to me.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I kept expecting to wake up alone in
my bed with wet and sticky briefs, convinced I was just experiencing a
particularly vivid wet dream. I pinched myself on the arm to check I was
actually awake, and it seemed I was, if a little drunk. I resolved to make
the most of the experience, because it was unlikely to happen again.

Next to me, Anthony moaned again, louder this time, and more
desperate-sounding. I looked over at him. He was jacking hard and fast,
squeezing his dick so tight his head had darkened in color from the
pressure he was applying. Now he was jacking his cock properly, I could see
his foreskin in action, covering and uncovering his slippery head. I stared
at it transfixed. Covered head. Uncovered head. Covered head. Uncovered
head. The skin was sliding forward and backward smoothly. Covered
head. Uncovered head. Covered head...

Anthony took his hand off his dick and I watched as slowly, the foreskin
rolled back of its own accord, his round pink cockhead getting gradually
exposed until it was fully revealed.

"What's it like to have a foreskin?" The question was out of my mouth
before I'd realized I'd started speaking.

"Um, well I've never known any different, so it's just normal to me," he
told me.

"You know," I said, "I've never seen a dick with a foreskin
before. Everyone in porn over here is circumcized, and so are all my family
and everyone in my class at high school were too."

I stared at Anthony's dick as once again he moved his hand forward until
his foreskin completely covered his head, and then released his hand
letting the skin roll back by itself.

"Can I...Can I see what it feels like?" I asked hesitantly.

Oh my God! I can't believe I even dared ask that!

"Sure," he said, with a cheeky grin. "That's what roommates are for!"

Wow! He actually agreed! Wow! I don't believe that!

Quickly, before he could change his mind, I reached over and took the top
of his dick in my hand. I pulled his foreskin upward over his head and then
stretched it out as far as it would go. I ran it between my thumb and index
finger, then stuck my index finger down inside, circling it around the
inside of his foreskin. His foreskin felt so soft. The tip of my finger
touched the tip of his dick which was warm and oozing precum. He gasped out
as I made contact with his head.

I slowly started masturbating him, moving his foreskin forward and backward
over his slippery precum-soaked cockhead. Through the thin skin, I could
feel the rock hardness of his shaft giving way to the plump sponginess of
his head as I moved my hand up and down his length. His cock was warm and
so so hard. Anthony moaned with pleasure as I jerked him off. I couldn't
believe I was actually touching another guy's dick for the first time. And
he seemed to be enjoying what I was doing too, if his frequent moans and
squirming movements were anything to go by.

As I jacked him, I suddenly felt a warm and slippery hand encircling my own
boner, and then begin stroking up and down it. I gasped out in shock, and
met Anthony's eye. He smiled at me and then began running his index finger
backward and forward over my banjo string, like I'd seen him do to himself
earlier.

It felt good. I love touching myself there, and having someone else do it
for me made it feel twice as good. I moaned loudly, unable to stop the
sound leaving my lips. I tightened the grip on the dick I was jacking,
forgetting for a moment it wasn't my own. Now it was Anthony's turn to
moan.

"Oh fuck yes, that feels good" he murmured appreciatively as I squeezed him
tightly and continued my exploration of how his foreskin worked.

"Your foreskin is awesome!" I told him. "I wish I had one. I'd love to know
how good it feels to have a foreskin sliding forward and backward over your
cockhead"

"It feels fucking amazing." he said.

"Man! I'm so jealous!" I complained.

I felt his hand leave my dick, and then he was pulling at my own fist as it
stroked him.

"What? Don't you like it? Aren't I doing it right?" I asked him, releasing
his rock hard shaft. He didn't answer me, but knelt up beside me, holding
his own dick in his right hand. He reached over and grabbed hold of my own
dick with his other hand, pulling at it, and forcing me to kneel up facing
him. He guided our dicks toward each other and I let him, curious to know
what he had planned, but just enjoying having him touch my aching erection.

Our dickheads met, and we both let out a little gasp at the sensation of
having the two throbbing heads touching one another.

I looked up at his face. He was breathing deeply and concentrating. I
followed his gaze to our dicks and saw him slowly rolling his foreskin
forward, down over his own head and toward my own. I opened my eyes wide
with realisation of what he was doing, and then felt the soft skin begin to
slide over the sides of my own head.

"Fuck!" I exhaled softly.

His dickhead pressed hard against my own and his hand straddled both our
heads as he continued rolling his foreskin forward as far as it would
go. The puckered bottom edge of it just touched the rim of my head when he
stopped. He applied some pressure and then I felt my head getting gradually
exposed as he rolled the skin backward. But then he started rolling it
forward again over my head.

Oh Fuck! It felt so so good. Better than I'd even imagined. My cockhead was
getting more and more slippery, and it felt wet. It dawned on me that
Anthony was leaking huge amounts of precum as he jacked us both, and it was
helping to lube me up, getting my dickhead nice and slippery. Another new
sensation, as I couldn't remember ever getting any pre myself.

I was moaning pretty constantly now, caught up in the feeling of being
jacked by him, having precum coating the end of my dick, being so close to
another completely naked guy, having a foreskin wrapped around the tip of
my cock...

I wanted a go at jacking us both, and placed my hand over Anthony's. He
released his grip and now it was my turn to run his foreskin forward and
backward over us. Anthony joined me moaning as I jacked the two of us. The
urgency of his moans turned me on even more, and caused me to increase the
speed of my hand. Both of us were breathing faster now, and I felt
Anthony's dick leaking even more precum over both of us inside the cover of
his foreskin.

Shit! I'm about to cum! I can't cum yet. I don't want to. I want this to
last forever. This is the best night of my life.

I let go, and moved away from Anthony, breaking the connection between our
dicks. A thin strand of his precum stretched between us and then dropped
downward onto the bed beneath us. I squeezed my asscheeks tight, and just
managed to stop myself from cumming.

"Why did you stop?" Anthony asked. "Did it feel too weird us..."

"No, it wasn't that at all," I replied sheepishly. "I could feel I was
about to cum, and I didn't want this feeling to end so soon."

"Mate, I was so close just then too," he said. "It's great you want to keep
going, but I tell you if I don't cum soon, my balls are going to literally
explode...and not in a good way!"

"What? These balls?" I said, playfully (and so out of character! I should
get drunk more often if it was going to give me this much confidence!)
leaning forward to take them in my hand, running my thumb tightly over the
tops of them. They felt as large and full and heavy as my own. Guess he
really did need to cum soon.

"Yes, those balls" he gasped out.

He lay down on his back on the bed as my hands stroked over his balls. I
moved forward as he lay down, staying on my knees, one leg either side of
his body until I was kneeling over the top of his, straddling him, with one
knee either side of his hips. I surprised myself that I was brave enough to
get into this position, but the animal instinct was taking over. I was
enjoying my first sexual experience, and just doing what I'd dreamed of,
fantasized of doing a million times over. I bent my knees, lowering my ass
toward his legs, and dangled my balls over the top of his, lowering until
our two sets of balls were touching, mine draped over his. I felt the warm
sweatiness from his balls and scrotum beneath my own.

I placed my hands down on the bed, on each side of his shoulders, and
leaned forward toward him. I looked him straight in the eye. They were
opened wide behind his rimless glasses. Both of us were breathing deeply,
we were both turned on completely. I leaned down closer to him, and was
opening my mouth, getting ready to kiss him on his lips, when between us,
our dickheads connected again, and we both cried out at the
feeling. Anthony turned his head to the side, his cheek pressing into my
pillow, little beads of sweat trickling down the side of his head.

I moved my hips forward and backward, feeling my dickhead sliding against
his own slippery head. I felt our banjo strings sliding past and over each
other and Anthony leaking precum steadily, big drops of it that made him
even more slippery and heightened the sensation of pleasure for both of
us. My head was getting warmer and warmer, radiating heat, the warmth
spreading down the whole length of my cock. We both moaned loudly again and
again at the feeling of our dickheads rubbing against each other.

"Fuck!" I cried. "Fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh this feels so good!"

"Faster Brad, faster!" Anthony moaned, and I sped up my movements, not
really needing his encouragement to do so, but feeling all the more turned
on that I was the one controlling the level of his pleasure.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

Anthony was moving beneath me now, his hips rising and falling, matching
the rhythm of my own motions. I could feel a pressure building up in my
balls, building up more and more, and then the feeling was spreading, a
warm tickling feeling sweeping right through my body, from the tips of my
ears to the soles of my feet. I felt my chest flushing, my breaths coming
fast and ragged, and knew I was on the verge of an intense orgasm, the
likes of which I'd never felt before.

I looked down at Anthony, thrashing about beneath me, his head turning from
side to side on my pillow, his cheeks reddened, his eyes wide and looking
directly into my own.

"Anthony, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, feeling my body trembling. My body
barely felt as if it were my own any more. I felt as though I had no
control left over it.

"Fuck Brad, me too, any second" Anthony panted, between moans.

"I'm gonna..."

"Fuck!"

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Oh Yes! OH YES! YES! YES!!!"

I felt cum shooting out of my dick, more powerfully than I had ever felt it
come out before. I continued to moan with pleasure, and beneath me, Anthony
was sighing big deep sighs. And still the cum poured forth from me. It must
have been the biggest load of my life. I lost count of how many shots
there'd been.

Anthony's stomach must be covered!

The feelings of my orgasm continued to wash over me and I could barely
breathe, the intensity of it was so severe. I didn't recognise myself, the
noises I was making. I still had my weight on my arms, and they felt as
though they would collapse at any second. I slowly lowered myself down,
until I felt my stomach touch the wet stickiness of Anthony's, then I
stretched out my legs and arms, until I was lying on top of him, my whole
body covering his own.

I felt his nipples against my naked chest. I felt his breaths, warm on my
neck, and leaned forwards, putting my head to the side of his own.

"That. Was. Amazing!" I murmured into his ear. It was all I could manage to
say. All I had the energy for. All I had the breath for. The whole thing
had wiped me out. I'd honestly never cum so hard or so much, or felt that
good before, during or afterward.

Anthony's body felt warm and comfortable beneath me. It dawned on me that I
had just had my first proper sexual experience. Had just had the most
awesome jerk-off session with my roommate. Sure, it was alcohol-induced,
and would probably never ever have happened if Anthony hadn't been so
drunk, but that didn't mean it didn't count. I would remember this night
for the rest of my life.