Not too shabby for the little runt geek with the horn-rimmed glasses, huh?
Geek on Fire
by Max Vos
“In here! I’m in here,” Al shouted from the kitchen of his apartment. His face scrunched up as he tried to remember if he had locked the door or not.
“Oak Ridge Fire Department,” a voice called out.
Obviously he hadn’t locked the door—again.
“I’m in the kitchen!” he called out.
“Sir, what seems to be the problem?” An older fireman in full regalia asked as he came rushing through the door to the small room.
Before Al could answer, the fireman quickly assessed the situation, smiling broadly at what he saw.
Embarrassed, Al tried to explain, “I-I seem to be stuck,” he stammered, feeling like an imbecile.
The fireman called over his shoulder, “Get Harris and Collins up here!” Standing next to the red-faced man, whose hand was stuck in the drain of the kitchen sink, he said with a smile,
“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll have you out of there in no time, no time at all.”
The sound of heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs announced the impending entry of the other two firemen that had been sent for. Now, there were three large firemen in full gear and Al in the tiny apartment kitchen. The three firemen crowded around the sink, where he was stooped over, his hand firmly lodged inside the drain.
“Harris, you and Collins can handle this, can’t you?” the older man asked cheerfully.
“Sure, Chief, Eric and I can handle this… no problem,” one of the younger firefighters answered. “I’ll need to get the toolbox off the truck. Back in a minute.”
Two of the geared-up men, one older and one younger, left the apartment, leaving Al and the one remaining fireman.
“I’m Eric Collins,” the fireman introduced himself. “I’d shake your hand, but you seem to have it otherwise occupied,” he said teasingly.
Al blushed.
“Nice to meet you,” he murmured as he squirmed.
Eric leaned over behind Al, leaning into him slightly, running his hand around the drain opening that held Al’s trapped hand.
“Um, do you think you can avoid leaning into me?” Al asked.
“I’ll do what I can, but I’m going to have to be able to get in there to help you,” Eric said.
“I know but I-I really have to go, and the pressure isn’t helping matters,” Al admitted, embarrassed.
“Ahh, okay. I get it.” Eric smiled. “I’ll keep it to a minimum, then. I’ll be right back,” he announced as he left the small room.
When Eric returned, he was without the heavy oxygen tank and heavy yellow coat. Instead he wore bright yellow pants held up by suspenders and a tight navy blue T-shirt with ORFD printed on it. There was some type of logo strategically over his left pectoral muscle—his bulging pectoral muscle.
“Now I can move around a bit more easily,” the muscular Eric said.
Al kept his eyes averted from the attractive young fireman, but not before he admired his muscular build.
“Here we go,” Harris said, dropping the hefty toolbox on the floor to punctuate his return. He also shed his heavy equipment and coat, exposing his rippling muscles as well.
Inwardly, Al cringed at having two incredible hunks in such close proximity. His overly full bladder wasn’t helping matters either.
“Can you step to the right, please, Mr…?” Fireman Harris asked.
“Baumgartner. Al Baumgartner,” Al said. “Please, just Al.”
“Sure, Al.” Harris was already on his back, looking up at Al as he crawled underneath the kitchen sink.
Al watched the already tight T-shirt stretch even tighter across Harris’s dancing muscles. His arms flexed as he maneuvered the flashlight inside the sink cabinet.
“There’s a garbage disposal, so we’re going to have to kill the electricity.” Harris’s voice was muffled inside the cabinet.
“Where’s your circuit box, Al?” Eric asked.
“On the other side of the refrigerator,” Al answered.
Al watched as Eric opened the small metal door, admiring his broad shoulders accented by the suspenders.
“Power’s off,” he said, returning to the sink, standing close enough to Al so their arms touched.
“I’m going to have to go get that large pipe wrench off the truck,” Harris said as he came out from underneath the cabinet.
Eric volunteered to go and get it for him, but Harris declined, saying he knew exactly where it was.
Al stood stooped over, his legs now crossed, a look of pain scrawled across his face.
“Man, you must really gotta go,” Eric sympathized.
“You have no idea,” Al grimaced.
Eric grabbed a pitcher off the counter.
“Let me help you out there, bud.”
Before Al could comment, Eric had dropped down to one knee, had the fly of Al’s pants open and was fishing round inside his pants, searching for his shrinking violet of a dick. Locating it, he whipped it out, aiming it into the pitcher. As much as Al disliked the thought of pissing into his favorite iced tea pitcher, beggars couldn’t be choosers, so he let loose. The heavy stream never seemed to waver as Al sighed his relief.
When he was finally finished, the pitcher almost halfway full, Eric only grinned as he took the pitcher into the bathroom. Al heard the toilet flush, and shortly Eric returned, minus the pitcher.
The timing was perfect, as Harris returned at the same time Eric came back from the bathroom.
Without comment, Harris resumed his position under the sink, proceeding to disconnect the plumbing.
“What were you fishing for in there?” Eric asked.
“A penny.”
“Yeah, a coin can really mess up a garbage disposal,” Eric said.
“No. That’s not it. It’s a rare penny,” Al said, flustered. “I’m a numismatist.” Seeing Eric’s blank look, Al clarified, “A coin collector.”
“Oh, I get it now. So the penny that is down there is a rare one, then?”
“Very. It is a 1943 wheat-backed penny,” Al explained. “There were only around forty ever made, and they are very rare.”
“Well, I think we can save your penny as well as your hand.” Eric smiled brightly, nearly knocking Al off his feet.
It had been a very long time since another man had affected Al to this degree. All kinds of warning signs went off in his head.
It only took a few more minutes before Harris had all the plumbing disconnected. The penny was found and returned. Al’s hand was now free, but adorned with the ring of the sink drain around his wrist.
“Nice bracelet,” Eric teased the already embarrassed Al.
Harris rummaged around in the large toolbox, swearing under his breath.
“Someone has taken my metal snips again. I’ll be right back.”
Now that Al was standing upright, he noticed that he Eric were the same height, six foot one. While Al was thin, Eric probably outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. He realized Eric was looking at him and he was puzzled by the look on the other man’s face.
Before he knew it, Eric pulled Al into his arms and pressed his lips to his. Caught off guard, Al’s mouth opened from shock, allowing Eric full access to his warm, moist mouth.
Al seemed to protest after the initial shock wore off, but quickly gave in as the kiss hastily turned passionate. Eric’s tongue reached for Al’s tonsils, plunging repeatedly towards the back of his throat. The longer their kiss lasted, the more Al relaxed into Eric’s body.
The sound of heavy boots on the stairs brought the slobber swapping to an end.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow night?” Eric quickly asked Al, before Harris could interrupt.
Not trusting his voice, Al nodded.
“I’ll pick you up at six thirty?”
Again, Al only nodded, a shy grin appearing.
Within five minutes Harris had the metal ring cut away, freein
g Al’s hand. The rescue mission complete, the firemen packed up their equipment and wished Al luck before departing. Eric winked at Al secretly, followed by that sexy smile with the promise of a lot more.
Now that Al had his apartment to himself, he exhaled heavily, wondering what the hell had just happened. Suddenly, he realized he had the penny so tightly clutched in his left hand that it started to hurt. Returning the valuable penny to its Plexiglas case, he took a moment to think of his upcoming date with the sexy fireman and he freaked out.
With his world coming back into focus, Al realized how late it was getting. Placing a bucket under the drain hole of the sink for the night, he figured he would take care of it tomorrow, as he padded off to bed. Sleep came quickly, but Al tossed and turned all night, anxious about his dinner date with Eric Collins.
* * * *
Al Baumgartner was a nervous wreck the following day. He had been so distracted that he totally forgot about calling a plumber to fix the dismantled kitchen sink. Rushing home to shower and change before Eric could get there, Al nearly ran a stoplight, rattling his already frayed nerves.
He stopped at the top of the steps of his apartment and saw the door was slightly ajar. Cautiously, he pushed open the door, looking around. He saw nothing out of place, though he heard what he thought was humming coming from the kitchen.
Peering around the corner, he saw legs sticking out from under the sink, the upper half of the body hidden by the cabinet.
“Hello?” Al knew he hadn’t told anyone about the incident the night before.
There was a loud thump, then,
“Ow!”
Seconds later, Eric crawled out from under the cabinet.
“What—how?” Al stuttered, surprised to see him.
“I got your maintenance guy to let me in,” Eric said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Somehow I figured you hadn’t had this fixed yet. I had the day off today and was bored, so I thought I’d help you out.”
Eric walked over and kissed Al, none too chastely.
When Eric pulled away, Al said,
“Oh.”
“Hungry?” Eric asked as he rubbed Al’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“I, um, was going to take a shower first,” Al stammered.
“Okay. I’ll wait,” Eric said, sitting on the small sofa in the living area.
Al, dazed, went into his bedroom, undressed, and got in the shower. Totally on autopilot, he started showering as he normally did. What wasn’t part of his normal routine was Eric stepping into the shower with him.
“Thought I’d join you. That way I wouldn’t have to shower at my place.” Eric grinned as he stepped closer to Al, getting under part of the spray of the shower. “Saves time and water.”
Al was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.
“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.” Eric picked up the soap and a loofah sponge. Al, obedient, turned his back to Eric.
Al tensed at the initial touch of Eric’s warm, strong hands, but as they massaged and scrubbed his back, he relaxed, enjoying the feeling. When Eric’s hand slipped down around the tight round globes of his fuzzy butt, Al tensed again. Not to be denied, Eric slipped his warm soapy hands between the clenched cleft, the side of his hand slipping across the tight pucker and causing Al to shiver slightly.
Eric took his time, allowing Al the time to relax and enjoy the sensual touches as he stroked and caressed his muscular butt. Al had never had anyone do this to him, and was shocked at how much he enjoyed it.
When Eric was satisfied Al was comfortable with him touching him, he moved down his long, strong legs, covered in dark hair. He alternated between using the loofah and his hand, massaging the muscles as he moved all the way down to Al’s feet.
“Turn around,” he ordered Al.
Al hesitated. Eric’s sensual massage had made his dick start to plump up, so he was more than a little shy. He was not completely comfortable with nudity, much less showing his arousal, especially to the hunky fireman.
Eric, still squatting down, started to turn Al by the thighs, forcing him to move. Al gave in and once he was fully turned around, Eric let out a long, low whistle.
“Damn, why are all you thin guys are hung like mules?”
Eric looked up at Al in time to see him blush crimson from his chest to the top of his hairline. His gaze lowering, he noticed Al’s dick thickening and lengthening.
Al knew he was rather well endowed, which had always embarrassed him. Others may have been proud, or even bragged about such a “gift.” Al felt it was just another thing that made him stand out, which made him cringe.
Again with the loofah, Eric started with Al’s feet, moving up his legs, lathering the soap as he went, anxious to get to where his goodies were. Getting to Al’s upper thighs, he was pleased Al was fully erect. What he didn’t expect was the size and girth of Al’s very blessed endowment.
Al was at least ten inches long, and easily six inches in diameter, if not a little more. The plum-colored helmet-shaped head was perfect, sitting atop the thick shaft, the plum color continuing until the circumcision scar, where the color turned even darker. His large fur-covered balls were drawn up tight, hugging his body closely.
Soaping Al’s genitals, Eric watched Al’s legs quiver slightly. The telltale signs of his arousal easily readable, as his already tight testicles pulled up even tighter to the thick shaft of his penis.
Positioning Al so the shower spray rinsed the soap away from his groin, Eric took delight in swallowing as much of Al’s huge prick as possible on the first try.
Al yelped in surprise. His hips tried to pull back from Eric’s hot mouth, not expecting the blazing heat surrounding his very erect cock. Eric followed him, taking as much as he could into his mouth, not about to let go of this prize. Once the sensation of pleasure reached Al’s brain, his hips thrust forward, trying to bury his hard cock into the hot moist heat of Eric’s mouth, almost choking him. After only a few thrusts of his hips, he unloaded a torrent of thick, hot, salty, sweet man cream. The first volley shot out with such force, it gagged Eric, but he kept his lips locked around.
Al gripped the sides of Eric’s head, steadying himself as he continued to thrust into Eric’s mouth. The intensity of his orgasm overwhelming, as he unloaded his pent-up load, having not come in quite some time.
Eric continued to gently suck and lick long after Al had finished. When Al’s spent dick was too sensitive to take any more attention, he pushed Eric away. Eric stood up and kissed Al gently, and again Al blushed.
“You taste even better than I had imagined,” Eric declared as he started washing Al’s chest and abdomen. “I love your hairy chest.”
Taking the soap from Eric, Al quietly said,
“My turn.”
Al couldn’t believe this incredible-looking man would be interested in him. He was in awe of the massively muscled chest covered in soft golden skin. Unlike himself, Eric was practically hairless, his pink nipples fully accessible. Letting his hands and eyes explore the hunky fireman’s body, he relished the feel of his hard abs. The thin line of hair that started at Eric’s navel trailed down before fanning out, blending into his trimmed pubic hair.
Eric didn’t have anything to be ashamed of in the dick department either. He well was above average, Al encircled the hard, but soft spongy shaft, marveling at the pinkish flesh and dark blond hair. Having a good time slowly jacking the stiffness, Al was disappointed when Eric pushed his hand away.
“Save that for later,” Eric whispered in his ear before kissing him softly and added suggestively. “I’m hungry, and I want to make sure I have enough energy for later.”
Eric pushed to finish showering. When Al said he needed to shave, Eric stopped him, asking him not to. Al looked puzzled, but acquiesced. Who was he to question the hunky stud?
Walking to Eric’s truck, the multicolored fall leaves swirled around their feet, crackling as they scraped along the pavement of the sidewalk.
The gusts of wind made Al pull up the collar of his jacket, warding off the chill.
When Eric pulled up in front of a small house, Al was surprised, thinking they were going to a restaurant to eat.
“I cooked dinner,” Eric said and grinned broadly as he opened the door, ushering Al inside, away from the chilling wind.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back. I just want to check on dinner.”
Al looked around the small living space. It was neat and clean, basically furnished, nothing fancy but comfortable.
He must have had it all set up, because in no time there was a nice fire crackling, warming the room and bathing it in flickering orange light.
“Dinner is basically ready,” Eric announced. “Thought we’d have a little wine before we ate, though.”
“Sure, that’s fine,” Al agreed.
“Here we go,” Eric said, walking back into the room, carrying two glasses of red wine. “Hope you like burgundy.” He handed Al a glass, and set his own on the coffee table before turning to the fireplace.
“So…I assume you work at Oak Ridge National Laboratories?” Eric asked.
“Yes,” Al said simply.
“What do you do there?”
“I’m a bio-mathematician.” His face heated up as he blushed.
“You know, it’s gonna be a long dinner if I have to keep pulling information out of you,” Eric gave Al an evil grin. “Of course, I can always force it out of you.”
“I—just—well…” Al stammered, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Maybe you’ll be more talkative with some food in you.” Eric stood up, offering his hand to Al, then pulling him up into a standing position. “Bring your wine with you.”
In the tiny dining room, the table was set for two. With candles and flowers in the center, it was very romantic.
Once Al had taken the proffered seat, Eric placed two plates on the table, then two bowls of salad.
“Keeping it a little informal,” Eric said as he topped off the glasses of wine. “Dig in. Let me know what you think.”
Al took a bite of the main dish and looked up in amazement. It was unbelievably good.
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