Reaching Nerdvana

by Michael War

  “I’m still on the fence,” I said coyly.

  He kissed me once more. “Well, then I better work hard to win you over.”

  We fell onto the bed. The phone in Jimmy’s pocket dug into me, so I asked him to take it out. He threw it on the shelf above my bed and got back to kissing me.

  Jimmy’s shirt came off, then mine. He kissed my chest, going lower and lower, until the phone buzzed.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing my stomach. “I’ve missed your abs.”

  His phone kept buzzing, the vibrations just going on and on until the phone slid off the shelf and hit me on the head, then bounced onto the pillow. We stopped kissing and I grabbed the phone. It buzzed again, with the messages displayed on the screen.

  Baby, I’m sorry. Come back and we can have some more fun.

  I dropped the phone on the floor.

  Jimmy got off me and picked it up. “Kel, I know this looks bad, but he wasn’t anything serious.”

  “Did you just come from a failed hookup to be with me?”

  Jimmy began to pace. “Kel, please hear me out.”

  I shook my head, then got up and put on my shirt. “I can’t believe I was blind to how you truly are. This whole time I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, that I wasn’t enough. How could I not have seen this? Nothing will ever be good enough for you.”

  Jimmy tried to embrace me. “Kel, that’s not true. You were—I mean, are. I just didn’t realize it.”

  I walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for my front door. “I need you to go. Even if we got back together, you’d find something wrong with me to justify your actions.”

  Jimmy’s face turned to pure anger, with bright red cheeks and narrowed eyes. “Fine, but this will be the last time I come back to you. And I won’t take you back even if you crawled on your hands and knees.”

  I didn’t say anything. I just waited for him to leave so I could shut the door, both literally and figuratively, on Jimmy forever.

  * * * *

  After Jimmy left, I felt a bit of empowerment, so after a few days, I logged back into New Life and searched for Darius. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from him, but I just had to know why he’d decided to walk away from our meeting.

  To my surprise, I found several messages from him, dating back to the night we’d never met. The first said he was sorry. The second asked for forgiveness. The third explained that he had been there, but had gotten frightened. The last one pleaded to give him another chance, that he’d make it up to me by explaining everything in person.

  Suddenly, as I was about to type my response, a new message flashed on the screen. From Darius.

  D: Are you okay? Haven’t seen or heard from you.

  S: Yeah, was just kind of going unplugged for a bit.

  D: Because of me?

  I paused for a moment.

  S: Yes. I was afraid to face you.

  D: Afraid to face me? I was the one who didn’t approach you.

  S: So like you’re earlier message said, you were there? And got frightened?

  D: Yes, and if you will let me, I want to explain everything. But in person.

  I paused again. After what had happened with Jimmy and Gunnar (and even with Darius), I didn’t know if I could go through another disappointment. But call me crazy, I somehow trusted Darius. We may not have met in person, but I’d gotten closer to him than anyone else—even Jimmy—in a long while. So I knew I had to be careful, but I also wanted to take that chance.

  S: Yes, I would like that. The coffee shop again?

  D: No, your place, if you don’t mind. I have a surprise for you.

  I literally gulped. My place? Well, it would give me home-court advantage. But I decided to make him work for it first.

  S: Why didn’t you text me as well?

  D: When you didn’t log on and answer me, I was afraid to.

  S: Makes sense. But I was really hurt. Why did you leave?

  D: As I said, I was scared. Scared you would reject me.

  S: Why would you think that?

  D: Please, let me see you, show you why.

  He seemed sincere, so I agreed to meet him. He had some stuff to do, and said he’d be over later tonight. Meantime, I decided to fully clean my place, and make sure I had the jock strap washed and ready because, well, a guy can hope.

  * * * *

  He was coming. He was really coming. Though he hadn’t said he wanted to hook up, I had everything ready just in case. I had showered, sprayed on cologne, and put on a flattering shirt and jeans. I was in the bathroom doing a final breath check when the doorbell rang. I resisted the urge to look through the peephole, since I wanted us to first glance at each other at the same time.

  I took a deep breath and opened the door. And I could not believe my eyes.

  There stood Gunnar, draped in a wizard cloak and with a wizard hat perched on his head. He also carried two bright red roses. The cloak didn’t cover his whole body, and I could see his perfect bare legs sticking out from underneath. He looked so hot, so sexy, that I almost couldn’t handle it.

  “One second please,” I said and closed the door. It seemed the only way for me to get a private moment to process everything.

  He knocked. “Kel, I can leave if you want, but I’d rather stay.”

  I opened the door again. “I’m sorry, please come in.”

  Gunnar gave me a kiss on the cheek. He pointed at the couch. “Can we sit and talk for a second?”

  “Of course.”

  We sat next to each other. Gunnar placed the roses on the coffee table and took my hand in his. “I’m so sorry about what happened at the coffee shop. When I walked in and saw you with a carnation, I freaked. I’d wanted you ever since I first saw you buying the roses, and when I realized it was you I’d been chatting with, I was just so overcome that I couldn’t face you. Even though we didn’t speak much after our date, I’d felt something between us when we kissed.”

  I looked down, still ashamed of that awkward kiss at the club. “Yes, the second one wasn’t as good, but the third time at the arcade was amazing. But you ran off at the coffee shop, though.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry. It was just such a shock seeing you, learning you were the guy I’d been chatting with. Yet somehow, I should have known it was you. Just by your words or your voice. But I didn’t, and once I got to the coffee shop, I kind of freaked. But it must be a sign that we keep running into each other. How can we ignore that, right? Man, I’m such a loser for saying something so corny.” Gunnar started to turn bright red.

  “Well, I can honestly say you aren’t a loser. How about we try it again?”

  I leaned in and placed my lips against his. This time, it was absolute heaven, no teeth, just our lips caressing each other, first with a few pecks, then some deeper kisses that allowed us to explore each other’s tongues. The situation became intense, and while I wanted to go even further, Gunnar pulled away.

  “Before we go to where we both know this is headed, I have something to show you.” Gunnar stood and opened the cloak, revealing a smooth, perfect chest and abs, and a jock strap that also had wizard staffs decorated with glitter. “I ordered it special for the night we were supposed to meet. I thought you would like it.”

  I stood and placed my hand on his chest, then traced down to the jock, cupping his ample package in my palm. “I love it. I can’t wait to see how it feels against mine.”

  Gunnar gave a sly smile, the kind usually followed by the word “really?”

  To show him, I took off my jeans, revealing the green jock. “I know it’s not as decorative as yours, but I think it still looks good.”

  “Better than good,” he remarked as he grabbed me. “It’s so hot, I think I’ll need to inspect it further.”

  With that, he turned me and used his strong hands to bend me over the couch. He got to his knees and bit one of my cheeks, then kissed it. He did the same with the other, then separated them. He used his finger
to trace my hole, then spread me even farther to let his tongue start its journey. The sensation felt so strong, so perfect, that I moaned in utter delight. Gunnar continued, going deeper and deeper with his tongue, flicking away as I gripped the sofa and held on for dear life.

  When he finished, he turned me toward him and removed my shirt and explored my body with his hands. I placed my lips on his neck and offered a few pecks, then gently nibbled. His grip on me tightened, which signaled he wanted me to go further.

  I continued down his neck and onto his chest, then to his abs, and finally reached that wonderful jock strap. His bulge had grown, and his cock poked out of the side. I pulled off the jock, revealing what had to be around a nine-inch shaft, and quickly wrapped my tongue around his thick head.

  Gunnar placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me down as I slid my mouth further toward the base of his cock. Though he was well-endowed, I still managed to get a nice deep-throat going. I could tell Gunnar enjoyed my actions, since he moaned. He also grabbed my hair a little tighter and began to pull me back up, then slid me right back down.

  We started a nice rhythm, then got faster and faster, with both of Gunnar’s hands pushing me back and forth, getting him harder and harder, as he slid himself further down my throat.

  “We better stop, ‘cause I don’t want to come just yet.”

  Gunnar pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I guided him into my bedroom. I pulled some lube and condoms from the desk, and asked him to lie on the bed. He slipped on the condom as I maneuvered myself to his cock. I rubbed lube on it, then placed his piece against my hole.

  His ample girth scared me a bit, which is why I took it in inch by inch. I began with the tip, then slowly moved my hips to get myself down to the base. Once there, I rocked my hips and allowed myself to get used to his size. Gunnar placed his hands on my ass to help me rock back and forth on his throbbing member.

  My hands rested on his magnificent chest, which I gripped as I bounced on top of him. Gunnar lifted his legs, which allowed him to thrust into me. With incredible stamina, he kept a nice, brisk pace, sending his cock in and out of my tight hole. His hands firmly gripped me, holding me in place with each and every push.

  “I’m getting close, but I want you to come at the same time.”

  I grabbed my cock with my right hand and moved back and forth. It wouldn’t take long because I had already gotten close without even touching myself. Gunnar’s hips continued to slam into me, so much so that I thought he’d send me straight to the ceiling. Faster and faster he went, until he gave a final, deep thrust that shot all he had straight into me. As I felt him fill me up, I released my own onto his glorious chest. Afterward, I cleaned him up and we cuddled for a bit before taking a shower to cool off.

  Later, we ordered in food and lay on the couch, watching some movies. One thing, however, still lingered in my mind. “At the coffee shop, I didn’t see the carnation until after I left.”

  “I had it in my back pocket. I think it fell out as I walked away.”

  We both laughed and continued to cuddle.

  Gunnar would eventually come over for more movies and cuddling, with the occasional night out. We also dabbled in some of the stuff we’d only dared to do online. In other words, it became a fantasy come true. I had reached Nerdvana, and didn’t plan to leave anytime soon.

  THE END

  ABOUT MICHAEL WAR

  Michael War is a writer whose real life tends to be on the boring side, which is why his imagination seems to float towards gay romance. Aside from writing about beautiful gay men of all types (bears, jocks, twinks) falling in love and getting it on, he also enjoys writing poetry and screenplays. War holds an MFA in Creative Writing and plans to write more romance-themed books in the near future.

  For more information, visit michaelwarwrites.wordpress.com.

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