Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds

by F. Leonora Solomon

  “Five minutes, tops.” I scoffed.

  “Well, you can’t blame me. Sleeping with you is like a rite of passage around here.”

  My turn to blush.

  “So, are you sharing a room with someone?” he continued.

  “With whomever I can.”

  “Why don’t you cancel your reservation and bed up with us?”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Zoom had his hands up in front of him, “I wasn’t exactly okay sharing a bed with you, but it’s a king-size and you’re paying, so I was cool with it. I don’t know about three of us.”

  I laughed. “You’re so cute.”

  Rabbit clapped him on the shoulder, “Chances are Noble’s not even going to be in the room longer than five minutes a day. I don’t even know why he bothers renting a hotel room every year.”

  Okay, I’m weak. I admit that. Two cute guys, the chance to share a bed and a shower—I didn’t get my master’s degree by being an idiot.

  “What the hell. I’m in.”

  * * * *

  We got registered and up to the room with time to spare before the string theory panel. It was nothing spectacular: no balcony, one giant bed, TV, mini-fridge, and a pretty sparse bathroom. Couldn’t complain too much; it was only a hundred bucks a night, and Rabbit and I were splitting the cost. I flopped down on the mattress and started munching down bag three of beef jerky. Bags one and two died tragically on the drive over. Zoom sat on the floor.

  “Jerky?” I offered.

  “Sure.” He took a hank of it, but didn’t eat it. “So is it true you come here just to have sex?”

  “That’s not the only reason.” I smiled at him. “Why? Are you looking for some fun?”

  “Not with you.”

  “That’s fine.”

  Rabbit slinked out of the bathroom, struggling to pull his shirt down over his freshly wet abs and pecs—I hadn’t seen a body quite like that outside of comic books. If I hadn’t known better, I may have thought that was what he had been aiming for—of course, he may have been, knowing Rabbit. “He’ll have more time for me.” He lay down on top of me and grabbed the bag of meat. He was sporting a pretty full bag of meat himself, from what I felt. “If I recall,” he said, “you owe me some time from last con.”

  “Hey, if you saw the cyborg I left with, you wouldn’t blame me.”

  “Who said I blamed you?” I grabbed him around the waist and wrestled to get on top. I had him pinned, and I wanted him even more. His face was flushed, hair still wet from the shower, and I had him under me. He gave me that damn look, too. Everyone had the same look when they wanted it. “We’re about to be late for Michio Kaku,” he said.

  “So?”

  He squirmed away. That little fucker probably could have gotten out any time he wanted.

  “You might be okay with that, but it’s fucking Michio Kaku. He’s the one who made science cool again.”

  He had a very visible stirring in his loins, but still went right for the door. I sighed.

  * * * *

  After the string theory panel, I’m pretty sure I knew even less about quantum mechanics than when I went in. I blame Rabbit; he was so not ready to stop toying with me, and I couldn’t even do anything to stop him. Not without notifying God, the world, and Michio fucking Kaku that the guy next to me was playing with my junk. You can imagine how ready I was on the way back to the room. I consider it an amazing display of self-control that I didn’t cream myself in the middle of the hallway.

  We got back, but he went straight into the bathroom and shut the door. I think it was his way of getting revenge for the cyborg incident. I caught sight of a skinny little space pirate and almost went after him, but Rabbit grabbed me by the back of the belt just as I made my first step towards the booty,

  “Not so fast, Noble.”

  He threw me on the bed before I had the chance to see he was naked.

  I noticed when he climbed on top of me, and I sure as fuck noticed when his cock started bouncing off my chin. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Good thing too, considering I’m a theoretical physicist.

  “We didn’t even close the door,” I said.

  “Don’t go getting stage fright on me now.”

  I really didn’t have too much of a choice. He was pushed forward, running pre-come up my chin and through my lips. His shaft pressed in further, the head hot against the back of my throat. It had been quite a long time since I ended up in this position but it’s not like I was about to fight it. I sucked back. Rabbit immediately groaned. His hands rubbed along my chest and belly, bunching my shirt up around my neck. I clawed into his ass, kneading the soft cheeks.

  He started thrusting now, filling my whole mouth. Every breath I took overflowed with the musk of his bush. He pinched my nipples, twisting them, and I stopped sucking. I couldn’t help it. Nipple twisting is my Kryptonite.

  It didn’t slow him up a bit. He pulled out of my mouth, wet cock resting cool against my chest and neck, and slid down. Damn, he was good at this! I took my shirt off myself (not like it was doing me much good anyway, right?). I watched his hands work with my jeans. He unfastened the silvery belt buckle, clearing the belt loops so fast it burned my back a little. His fingers pressed against my crotch as he fumbled with the button, sending little lasers of fire and ice into my spine.

  “What the fuck!” I just caught Zoom beating feet back out the door. “You couldn’t have at least closed the door?”

  I looked down at Rabbit, wrapping my fingers into his long hands.

  “Let’s have some fun with him.” I got up, leaving everything but my boxers behind. Zoom was in too much shock to really struggle against me, crotch tent or otherwise. Of course, he started to squirm once I got him through the threshold, but like hell he was strong enough to pull out of my grip.

  “You don’t have to leave.”

  “I really do.” He turned and ran face first into a still naked and still rock-hard Rabbit. “I don’t care if you have sex, but leave me out of it, all right?”

  Rabbit pointed down. Zoom was bulged out against his zipper.

  “Tell your cock that.” I laughed.

  He flushed.

  “I’m nervous, damn it!”

  “Then take a load off.” I gave him a little push and he toppled into the center of the bed. Rabbit and I sandwiched him in place. “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy getting head, you know.”

  Rabbit unzipped him—so what if I felt a little pang of jealousy? I had him first, after all. Turns out Zoom went commando: a nice, meaty shaft sprung out, the tip purple and glistening with pre-come. Rabbit went right to work, giving me a little look. When he had the majority of Zoom’s cock swallowed down, the blond man whimpered a little bit, muttering,

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  I dropped my underwear, casting one more quick glance at the door. Rabbit may have been an exhibitionist, but I wasn’t. Well, not as much as he was, at any rate. I went to my bag. I heard a pretty massive moan from behind me. Rabbit knew how to blow, I could attest to that.

  I got my box of condoms, ribbed textured for Rabbit’s sake, and slipped one on. If I didn’t hurry, I’d probably miss the whole thing. The wrapper fell to the floor in my haste to get lubed up. I don’t even know what I grabbed; I just knew it was slick and shiny. Given that logic, it could have been salad oil. Or ectoplasm.

  When I got back in line, I gave Rabbit one good slap on the ass. He squealed like a little dog, pulling off Zoom’s cock for a few seconds. I spanked him again, the soft cheeks giving way under my palm. Damn, it felt right. I spread his cheeks, exposing the little ring of muscles. He had a little smattering of red hair, but the skin was mostly smooth and pale.

  I slid my cock into the gap, resting the tip right against his hole. It tightened up visibly just from the threat of penetration. I pressed forward a little, and he loosened up pretty much straight away. He was probably used to this. I got in without much difficulty on my end at all. Of course, he’
d stopped moving. I ran my hands along his back, tracing the warm, shallow pockets formed by his bones. The sharp peaks of his shoulder blades, the corrugated spine, the tender curve at the small of his back—I’m not even sure how I lasted that long. As I thrust into him, my fingertips found purchase in the divots of his pelvis, tickling against his sex lines and down against his balls. He quivered, goose pimples rising up all along his flesh. As I moved up, his abs pressed back into my hands with every breath, chilling my blood. I got to the point where I was leaning flat against his back, hands knotted into his hair, our bodies rising and falling in unison. He clenched back against my shaft, doing his level best to drain me fast. He almost did it, too, but I held back.

  Good thing as Zoom started bucking, shaking the whole chain with each thrust not long after. Rabbit didn’t stick around, straightening us both out. He walked me backwards, sitting us in the chair and driving my cock just that much further inside of him. Come streamed out of Zoom’s cock, the deep purple tip twitching as the seed flew up onto his T-shirt.

  I wrapped my hands over Rabbit’s cock, jacking him. He started to bounce, his hard tailbone riding against my stomach. Damn it, this felt good, having a threesome on my first day. That was a new record. His coppery-red hair tickled my neck and face, fluttering against me with each bounce.

  Something warm trickled down my hand—he’d shot off. I wouldn’t have known otherwise—bless him, he was still riding me like the dickens. I gave myself over and it wasn’t long before the warm, all-encompassing sensation radiated out of my balls, vibrating the core of my body. One twitch, two twitches, and a groan struggling out of my throat. My toes curled, which didn’t happen very often anymore before I shot off. Come dripped down the condom, the lack of airflow keeping it warm against my shaft.

  I patted Rabbit on the back a couple of times and he got off, walking like well, like somebody just fucked him in the ass, I guess. He flopped on the bed, spreading himself out across Zoom, who was already asleep.

  Men.

  “Was it good for you?”

  Rabbit smiled, running a finger across Zoom’s shirt and smearing come across the fabric. “I’ve been waiting two years. What the fuck do you think?”

  I got up and joined him on the bed, peeling the condom away and tossing it in the trash. “Were you always this big, or did you, you know, grow?”

  I don’t know why the hell I was skirting around the subject. I just screwed him and I was acting like his cock was some kind of taboo subject. He laughed it off.

  “Yeah, I was.” He whipped his shaft around in a circle. “Maybe you’ll find out how big it really is later.”

  He stalked back into the bathroom, pale, smooth ass cheeks swaying with each step. So hot, I thought about it. I didn’t bottom at cons, never had.

  Then again—

  Bigger on the Inside

  by Robyn Avalon

  “Oh yeah, big man, give me that kitty cat cable! Give it to me now!”

  Martin sighed and released the bra strap he held between his teeth. “It’s a CAT5 cable, not a kitty cat cable, Lynette, and they aren’t stiff.”

  He pressed his chest against her back, holding her against him as she balanced a knee on a cheap computer chair. He nearly fell into the new printer when she whirled the chair around to face him, her D-cups trembling from the strain of holding back her ample, round breasts.

  “What?”

  His eyes were glued to the soft movements of her nipples as they rose and fell with her breathing, her over-teased blond hair threatening each one with shellacked curls. Her stomach was so flat he could have rolled a ten-sided die across it, although the roll would have stopped at the edge of her thong. Just thinking about the smooth mound underneath did several damage points to his self-control.

  “Um, it would be appropriate to mention a cascading baystack patch cable, although that would be on the pitifully narrow scale,” he said.

  She pouted and sighed heavily, causing his head to bob.

  “Hey, I’m just trying to pay you for fixing my printer.”

  With one manicured hand, she reached out and unzipped his khakis, tugging them over the bulge in his underwear.

  “I also owe you for installing my new webcam,” she whispered, wheeling her chair closer and hooking her fingers along his waistband, sliding them toward the shag carpet. Just as he finished the thought about being so glad he wasn’t wearing his Incredible Hulk boxers, she went down faster than the Internet during a lightning storm.

  Her lips brushed against the head of his cock, her dusty pink gloss leaving swirls of graffiti along his swollen skin. He reached down and stroked a lock of her blond hair as she took him inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, causing him to grab the edge of the desk. Around and over, her tongue slid across his delicate tip and when he was literally dizzy with desire, she swallowed him in one smooth movement. He bucked involuntarily against her as she drew him in and out in long, slow strokes, causing Martin to completely forget all networking except for the one throbbing cable connecting him to her warm, sucking mouth. His breath quickened when they locked eyes.

  He held her gaze as he picked up the pace, sliding faster across her tongue, her lips, until he felt the moment building. She noticed, too, and popped his dick out just as he came across the top of her breasts. They were still hiding behind the tiny lace panels of her bra, and he felt a little disappointed in spite of the blow job.

  Lynette stood up and grabbed a wet wipe from an all-too-handy container by the bed. He pulled up his pants as she swabbed come from her chest, and glanced at the shiny new webcam pointed at her bed. Had he turned it off?

  “Well, hell, I’m going to have to throw this in the wash.” She glanced down at her bra, then reached behind, unsnapping it. Two factory-perfect breasts bounced out, their nipples pointing straight at his crotch. His hand hesitated on the button along his waistband, but Lynette turned and slid the bra off, making it clear his payment was final.

  Brushing a lock of auburn hair out of his face, he grabbed his shoes and headed into the living room toward the door.

  “Thanks, I, um, had a nice time,” he said, raising his voice so she could hear him above the water running in the bathroom.

  She wandered into the living room wrapped in a short, frilly robe and plopped down into a chair.

  “I hope so,” she said with a wink. “I like having my own pet computer nerd.”

  Shutting the door a tad harder than he intended, Martin couldn’t decide whether he was grateful for the sex or insulted by the comment. As he unlocked his own apartment two doors down, he decided he was just hungry and this seemed like a perfect night for Hot Pockets and coding a new Java mod for his Minecraft server.

  The next morning, Brett sniffed as he entered the IT department of Frosthill Industries, following a line of desks and workbenches to the nearest station near his boss’s door.

  “Uh-oh, someone must be in a foul mood. I smell solder.” He grinned as he stuffed his backpack under his desk, his flaming hair fanning like a redbird’s wing as he bent down.

  “This PCI card has been on the shelf for weeks,” replied Martin as he hunched over the component, his tie coming perilously close to the hot tip of the solder gun while he worked.

  Brett leaned in the door, his hand resting on the knob. “A man with a virtual alphabet following his name should know we can afford to buy a new PCI card and not fix junk. Or is it your own junk you’re trying to fix? Didn’t that hot neighbor of yours need some, ahem, technical support this weekend?”

  A brief swirl of smoke floated upward as Martin’s tie inevitably made contact with the solder gun.

  “Dammit!” he shouted as he patted his tie out, and slipped the solder gun back into its spiral holder. “First of all, you don’t get all those certifications if you can’t fix a simple piece of hardware. This card is a challenge from the universe and I don’t back away from a challenge.”

  A wide smile spread across Brett�
�s face. “So you bombed with the easy lay? For shame. You know the PEBKAC rule.”

  The tie fell into the trash, following many other ties before as Martin smoothed down his white shirt and the tight abs underneath.

  “Problem exists between keyboard and chair? Duh.”

  “No, bro, pussy exists between keyboard and chair. Get your priorities straight.”

  Martin shelved the card on the rack behind his desk.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but she blew me and blew me off. Besides, she has all the intelligence of a fiddler crab hit by space debris.”

  Brett waggled his eyebrows.

  “Doesn’t matter. Had sex.” He mimed his “O” face for Martin while humping the door frame.

  The phone rang, and Martin leaned over to answer it.

  “No challenge. She’s just one notch above a blow-up doll,” he said as he picked up the receiver. “IT department, this is Martin. Okay, where did you save it? What network are you on? What does it say? What’s the name of the file? Do you know how to get there? Just a moment, I’ll send someone up.” He turned to his junior employee, who was still doing the worst pole dance ever against the doorjamb.

  “Hey, before you get splinters in your dick, go up to the twelfth floor and show Linda how to log onto our own wireless network. Right now she’s logged into the coffee shop’s wireless next door and doesn’t understand why she can’t access her files on our own secured server.”

  “Don’t forget we’re going to the con this weekend,” Brett said as he thrust his way like a rutting bull across the main room to the elevator. “You know you enjoy the cosplayers, especially those latex Catwomen, all strapped up and one place to go.”

  Martin examined his door. “Yeah, yeah. When you’re done, get back here and clean this door frame,” he said. “You made it all sweaty and gross.” He looked sideways at it. “At least, I hope that’s sweat.”

  * * * *

  That weekend, dozens of Slave Princess Leias in every size, shape, color, and sex mingled in the convention center lobby, along with a smattering of every genre a fan boy could dream up. Klingons and Predators were comparing costume tips in the solarium, while a gaggle of anime characters were heading into the dealers’ room. Martin looked around for Brett, shrugged and followed them, hoping to score an original Mego Kirk figure or maybe the missing pieces for his Playmates Enterprise-D bridge set.