Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds by F. Leonora Solomon

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, freeing 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