Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds

by F. Leonora Solomon

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Mark Walker, star of the row team and “big man on campus,” was actually a comic book geek like me.

  “They haven’t explained it yet. The first issue just came out this week. I think Gail Simone wants to just catch our attention.” I said.

  As I was about to go on a tirade on how Barbara Gordon’s Batgirl is way cooler than her Oracle persona, we both turned around when we heard a loud “Shhh!” coming from the stacks of the library. We were obviously being too loud and someone was unpleased.

  He mouthed to me “one second” and disappeared back to his study cubicle. My heart was still racing. Was that it? Was the conversation I had been waiting to happen since I was a freshman over because some random person shushed us? Well, it wasn’t, because within seconds Mark came back with his book bag on his shoulder and his white Puma sneakers in his hand. He dropped them next to me before disappearing again. He was in his socks and he was talking to me. I stared at his shoes on the floor and felt my hole expanding. I could tell my hole wanted to be fingered so badly by him. I have to admit, I didn’t have a foot fetish perse, but something about him walking around the library in white socks with holes in them made him vulnerable.

  He came back to me but this time he was moving his chair next to mine. “I’m Mark,” he said, extending his strong hand to me.

  “Adam,” I said shaking his hand. His grip was stronger and warmer than any other hand I’d grabbed.

  “Adam.” He contemplated, looking off to the side. “It’s very biblical.”

  “Look who’s talking. Last I checked, ‘Mark’ was a gospel,” I said.

  He turned a bit red. I had humiliated him a bit in conversation, but of course he bounced back.

  “I guess…”he said, sitting back on his chair “I must have been asleep during that part of bible study.”

  He picked up my bag of comic books. “What other books did you get this week? Anything good?” he asked.

  “Ugh, just issues that are part of the DC comics big re-launch. They’re rebooting their books. So it’s a big week for us fanboys.”

  “Rebooting?” he asked. “Like another crisis?”

  “Naw they’re just resetting their books back to issue one to grab new readers. Do you read comics?”

  “Yea,” he said, flipping through my stack of titles. “But I only read Marvel stuff. I don’t like DC as much. They fuck with continuity all the time. Nothing ever stays the same.”

  He pulled out Animal Man from the stack. “Is Grant Morrison still writing this one?” he inquired.

  “Naw,” I replied. “He’s on Batman.”

  He was looking at the Animal Man cover so intently, as if we were remembering something. The muscles on his arms flexed each time he turned a page. God, he was a hot piece of meat, and all I wanted was him to slam me down and fuck me.

  “Dude, I gotta be honest. Non-comic talk aside,” he said. “I’m afraid I’m going to be failing biology and—”

  Suddenly an old man pushing a library cart came up to us. He was stocky and was wearing thick-rimmed glasses. He wasn’t very tall either; Mark was sitting down and came up to his chin. That’s how tall Mark was. The stocky librarian stood before us with authority, but in reality he had none when standing next to someone as powerful looking as Mark.

  “If you boys are going to continue making all this ruckus then I’m gonna have to ask you to get one of the study rooms up there,” the stocky librarian said in a squeaky voice. “You need to keep it down. Folks are trying to study here.”

  We both looked at him and apologized, but the stocky librarian wouldn’t have it. He already judged us. Perhaps he was sensing something brewing between us, and he didn’t want to see it unfold in his presence.

  “And for God’s sake, son. No one wants to smell those soggy beavers,” the librarian said pointing to Mark’s feet. “Put your shoes on.”

  Mark looked down at his feet, then at me. He was flush with embarrassment as he started putting his shoes back on. Actually, he looked more than embarrassed. He looked human, which is something I never thought of him as. Even he could get publicly humiliated for breaking a code of conduct in our library. I was secretly glad to see it happen in front of me. Mark was such a powerful, beautiful man and this lowly librarian was able to put Mark in his place. It turned me on.

  We both looked at each other and shrugged. “Upstairs?” Mark asked the stocky librarian. “Upstairs on the fourth floor, young man. You boys can be as loud as you want up there.”

  Mark smirked at me. “Upstairs, then?”

  The stairs to the fourth-floor study rooms were windy. It was like walking up a thread of copper. We passed the smell of dusty books and forgotten literature. Mark was walking up the stairs before me and his ass was bouncing side to side in his loose fit jeans. I kept thinking how hot his ass would look in a pair of skinny jeans, but I didn’t think he would be the kind of guy to wear them.

  The halls were narrow and the florescent lights were flickering as we passed the astronomy section. No one was around. We opened the first available study room and dropped our bags on the table. He walked over to the dry erase board, where “cellular respiration” was written in big red letters.

  “Looks like someone else was studying bio here too,” Mark said.

  He took the seat next to me and folded his hands on the table. “Yeah, so anyway, if I fail biology, my GPA could drop and I’d lose scholarship,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve kind put it off but it’s one of those required classes.”

  “Ah,” I said. “Biology can be challenging. Especially if you’re concentrating a lot on rowing.”

  He smiled at me. “You know I’m on the rowing team?”

  “That’s the rumor around campus.” I smirked. “Plus Professor Somerville may have mentioned it once or twice.”

  “You know that old man wanted to row instead of being the mayor of Somerville,” Mark grinned. “But it’s nice to know you were paying attention.”

  “Well,” I shrugged. “I may have been awake for that part of the lecture, and speaking of the lecture…we have a quiz on the diversities of life next class. Want to compare notes?”

  “Sure,” he said. “But I’m not the best note taker. I took that career quiz in college. Apparently court reporter isn’t in my future. Can I check yours out?”

  Then I heard him taking off his shoes again. Thump, thump. I gave him my notes and he started examining it like he did with my comic books. Only this time it looked as though he wasn’t really examining it. It looked like he was just pretending to read it.

  He leaned in closer to me. “What does this say?” and I could have sworn I felt his socked foot touch my ankle.

  “It says Plantae Kingdom,” I replied. I could feel my skin turning red. Maybe he just accidentally hit my ankle.

  “Ah,” he said. “Your handwriting is funny looking.”

  “Think the animal kingdom but for plants, which is a no-duh...” I stopped my rambling. I could feel his sock rubbing up against my ankle again. There was no mistaking it. He was purposely doing it. I began to get hard instantly.

  I looked up and he let out a devilish smile. He then cocked both eyebrows up and I took this as an invitation to lean in a bit. As I was leaning in, he grabbed my cheek and brought me in for a kiss.

  “Smooth pick-up line, Clark Kent,” I said to him. I was trying to act cocky on the outside but inside, I could feel my heart pounding again. This was Mark Walker, the most beautiful man on campus and he used a lame pick-up line to seduce me. He must have noticed me sometime before and purposely pretended not to notice me.

  “What?” He laughed, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. “I really don’t get biology.”

  “Uh-uh,” I said to him. “Something tells me you’re a big bio nerd at heart.” But after that we didn’t talk much. Instead he slammed me down onto the table, gripping my pecs as he started dry-humping my ass. I ran my hand up his shirt and sta
rted squeezing his six-pack. His six-pack, the six-pack I’d been jerking off to all of my freshman year, was finally in my hand. I slowly began to take off his shirt off, then started kissing his neck.

  He gave a gentle smack on my face. “No hickies, handsome.”

  That got me more hard and I started thrusting my pelvis into him. The chairs fell over and he grabbed me by my ass with both his hands as I wrapped my legs around him. We slammed up against the corner of the study room and he moaned out loud.

  “Shhhh, son,” I whispered in the stocky librarian’s voice. “Folks here are trying to study.”

  “You’re such a dick,” he said, smiling, then began kissing me passionately.

  I got on my knees and began unzipping his pants. He was wearing camouflage briefs. His cock was huge. It was so huge the head was even sticking out from the underwear.

  He pulled it all out and started stroking it in front of me. It was bigger than it looked in his underwear. It must have been at least eight inches. And it was uncut to boot. I loved uncut cocks.

  “Please,” I said, opening my mouth and grabbing onto his balls. “Give me a taste.”

  “You want all of this?” he asked as he continued to stroke it a bit.

  “I want it so bad,” I replied.

  “Well, tough luck,” he said, smacking my face with his heavy dick.

  It was thick. I should have noticed how thick it was before but it didn’t occur to me how heavy his could be until I was smacked with it. He let out a grin and I could tell he liked humiliating me.

  His smacking me with his heavy cock only got me hornier and I slammed his lower body up against the wall and started sucking on his thighs. I wanted to humiliate him and I bit his thigh pretty hard. He moaned out loud again but this time in pain, and pulled me by the hair. As I was being pulled away I could see a bite mark on his rock-hard thighs and it would no doubt leave a bruise on him.

  “You’re a little cocky, Walker,” I said. “Anyone ever tell you that?”

  “A little?” he questioned, looking down at his penis. “Maybe you should just be a good bottom and take it.”

  He picked me up and slammed me down on the table again, but this time our biology textbooks and my comic books fell onto the ground. He was strong. He must have weighed twenty pounds more than me, but it was all solid muscle. I felt his warm body on me as he was ravishing me with his hands. His touch was divine and it felt even better when he began to unbutton my pants.

  “You’re wet,” he said. “I’m that good, eh?”

  He massaged my calves as he slipped my legs out of my pants, and then he went for my shirt.

  As I said, I knew I wasn’t as ripped as he was, but regardless I was toned. I skated a lot in high school and of course I worked out at least three times a week, but I was nowhere near as beefy as he was. Was he really into scrawnier men?

  He took a moment to examine me as I lay in my black boxer briefs. I never felt so naked in front of another person. I mean, I was physically naked, but I felt I was laying all that I was in front of Mark. For a second, I was worried he didn’t like my body.

  “Your body. Oh God. Your pecs are so defined,” he said, coming in to bite my nipples. I began to squeal now. I didn’t care how I sounded or if anyone heard me. His tongue was wrapping itself around my nipple and it felt good.

  He moved his tongue from my nipple and murmured, “You have the best build, dude. Like a swimmer’s body.” His tongue was making its way down to my stomach and finally he was biting on the waistband of my boxers.

  “Looks like someone is packing,” he said, then took my boxers off with his teeth.

  “Look who’s talking,” I said, hitting his cock with my foot.

  He pulled up his book bag from the floor and shuffled through it. He took out a red Magnum condom.

  He came up to me and stroked my hair back. “It figures a blond would get me this horny. You’re gorgeous.”

  I looked into his eyes for a second and could feel his yearning. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “You okay with this, beautiful?” he asked, showing me the condom.

  I nodded and he asked me to put it on him.

  I unwrapped the condom and covered his penis with it. His cock filled it up without any effort. He had the biggest cock I’d ever been with. Mark then lifted me up on top of him and thrust his cock in me. It was the most I’d ever have taken. We slammed up against the corner again of the room. His hands were around my waist and I was thrusting up and down on him. I was riding him like a piece of meat, and my cock was slapping up against his beautiful abs. I squeezed my legs around him tighter. I wanted to straddle him in a way he would never forget.

  He began to moan loudly again. I had never thought of him as a moaner. I quickly covered his mouth my hand but this only made him pound me harder.

  “I’m going to come,” he muttered through my hand. “Oh fuck I’m going to come up all inside you!”

  “Me too,” I yelled. “I’m gonna fucking come too.”

  When he started coming his thrusts were smoother, his touch more sensual. I was come all over his abs as he was finishing coming in me. It was the best orgasm I ever had. I even shot up to my chest.

  I looked down at his stomach. Those abs were mine. I had marked them with my territory with my come. I realized I had my other hand on his head, gripping onto his dark hair as leverage. I was shocked I hadn’t pulled out a chunk while he was pounding me.

  We fell onto the floor and then sat up against the corner with our wet cocks, which were still hard, I might add. He gave his dick an extra stroke and a little bit of come came out.

  “Fuck,” he sighed, “that was amazing.”

  I was resting my head on his shoulder, and my bare ass was on the rough carpet and it was hurting. Mark patted me on the head and got up. He looked concerned for a moment, then headed to the window on the door.

  He turned around to me and said, “Funny. No one’s around.” He shut off the light and sprinted towards me.

  “So,” I said. “Still in the market for a biology tutor?”

  He laughed and put his arm around me. “I think you may prove to be a distraction, but I’ll keep you in mind.”

  Was this all it was? Did Mark just want a hook-up? Would he be going back to his apartment to be with his girlfriend and fuck another boy tomorrow?

  Mark got up and put his underwear back on. He looked at me and started doing an air guitar, as if he was jamming to the beat of our sexual chemistry.

  “Not bad. I bet the girls love those moves,” I told him as I put on my briefs. “Kind of poetic—one of your first gay experiences was with a boy named Adam.”

  “What?” he said looking at me as he put on my clothes. “You think I’m straight?”

  “Well...” I said. “I assumed. I mean, clearly you aren’t...I just thought socially you weren’t. Like you were still in the closet, or something.”

  “I haven’t dated a girl since junior year of high school,” he said. “And I’ve never been with a girl.”

  “Oh, my bad, I guess,” I said, picking up my comic books. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”

  Mark came up to me and grabbed the comic books out of my hand. “Truth be told, Adam,” he said, staring right into my eyes, “I’ve seen you around campus. Heck, I remember when you first started. All the boys wanted to hit your ass.”

  “Except you?” I asked.

  “That’s not it. The first time I saw you, I knew there was something special about you,” he said. “And today when I saw you reading your comic books, I had no doubt I had to work up the courage to talk to you.”

  He pulled me for a hug and I turned into a jackrabbit. My cock started getting hard and it was growing from under his balls.” I started to massage his smooth ass cheeks.

  “Hey,” he said. “Looks like we’re going for round two?”

  “Looks like,” I said.

  “Let’s fuck to music,” he said, pulling out hi
s iPod from his bag. “Do you like For Our Hero?”

  “Are you kidding me,” I said. “I’m going to their show next week!”

  Mark put his hands around my waist. “All right, then, looks like you’re going to be your date, handsome.”

  I smiled at him and for a moment the entire world stopped. As I said, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen and now he was mine to fuck as much as I wanted to. There was no one else I wanted to pound me and make me his.

  “Mark Walker,” I said, sitting down on the table. “You’re such a dork.”

  Let Me Adjust Your Bowtie

  Dr. Kupfer’s Grand Design

  by Kaysee Renee Robichaud

  If Dr. Richard Kupfer knew how good-looking he was, he did not seem to give a damn. Dr. Sara Goodkind knew something hot lay beneath Richard’s absent-minded professor demeanor, not that it was easy to perceive. She had studied him at enough Friday afternoon meetings, which the UT physics departmental chair had dubbed Chalk Talks, to see through his façade.

  Richard took a page from Einstein, wearing a fresh set of the same clothes every day: periwinkle button-up shirt with a dark tie, dark slacks, dark loafers, dark belt, undoubtedly the same boxers (or briefs) and dark socks—so as not to waste brainpower thinking through outfit choices. However, he wore his clothes with the same confidence and swagger Goldman Sachs executives did. He sometimes lost track of his glasses when he rested them in his hair; however, his steely blue eyes were fascinating to behold. When he was thinking through a problem, he often tapped the fingertip of his index finger against his lips in an unconscious shushing motion. Sara often wondered both how dexterous those long, slender fingers were, as well as how soft the lips might be. Like Einstein, he kept his hair long and uncombed, but Richard’s hair was dark, washed every day, and never skeevy. His natural musk and leather-scented cologne mixed in ways which drove Sara wild.

  Sara had been a member of the department for almost three months before she made her move to get to know him.

  “Dr. Goodkind?”