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

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