Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds Read Online Free PDF Page A

I wanted to be with Scott. I locked myself in for the night, killed the lights except for the one that glowed brightest next to my bed. I watched the people below until I faded off to sleep. Those few days flew by. Scott returned from Far Rockaway.
    He wasn’t the same, quiet like he used to be during those early days when he moved into the dorm. He was distant with me, sometimes cold. I could tell he was still carrying around the guilt of his brother’s death. When he told me he was moving back home to take care of his mom, I understood.
    “It ain’t your fault, ya know.”
    “What isn’t?”
    “Your brother’s death. You didn’t kill him.”
    “I abandoned him. I turned my back on him when he needed me. I might as well have put the needle in his arm myself.”
    “You need to face the fact that your brother made the decision to do drugs.”
    “What?” He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with red in his eyes. “Shut up.”
    “There was nothin’ you could’ve done.”
    “Shut your fucking mouth.”
    Scott grabbed me by the collar and shoved me hard against the closet . Its doors snapped under my weight. All the anger and guilt Scott had bottled up boiled over.
    “If only I had stayed.”
    “And what? Watch his every move, be his bodyguard? He chose his path.” I wanted to drink up his pain, eat his sorrow. “It ain’t your fault.”
    We stood in our dorm, as close as lovers. Scott’s lips touched mine. Our kisses were not sloppy or pornographic, but like a soap opera or a movie where the guy gets the girl in the end. We stumbled on my bed, our hands beneath shirts, fingers undoing buttons and clasps, dicks in mouths and assholes until we were both sticky with one another. Wish I could say we lay there like two cuddle sluts under the covers, but by morning, Scott was gone.
    I spotted him two weeks later at the Sixty-First Street cafeteria at the buffet. He looked surprised to see me. We caught up over fried calamari and Romanian salad. We were both happy the semester was finally winding down.
    “How’s your mom doin’?” I asked.
    “She’s in good spirits, healthy. Saturday was Joe’s birthday. We went out and put flowers on his grave. ”
    Our conversation felt almost awkward at first, like we were on a blind date.
    “Are you going home for Christmas?”
    “I talked to my mama last night and told her I was comin’ home. She was excited. I got mosta my stuff packed.”
    “Are you gonna stay another semester at William Street?” he asked.
     “I applied to move in the Grove Street apartments. It ain’t as nice as William Street, but it’s closer to campus.”
    “Well, in case I don’t see you before you leave, here’s my new number,” he said.
    As he scribbled it on a napkin, I wanted to touch that hand. I wanted to reach over our table and give him a kiss to prove he was missed. We cut our time together short due to hectic schedules, and we never spoke of that night.
    Scott was reluctant to hug me in public. He smelled sweetly of aftershave. We knew it would be the last we would see of one another. We veered off into opposite directions. I cried quietly walking along those dirty streets. New Yorkers looked at me, wondering what the matter was. I left a piece of my heart on every block, knowing I would never get over Scott.

That’s Mr. Male Nurse to You…
    by M.J. Mancini
    Since I was a kid I got picked on. I was an only child and was raised by a single mother. She was my best friend. My mom was a registered nurse and I always admired her, but a boy raised without his father can tend to be a little effeminate. In grade school all the boys poked fun at me; I was the smallest kid in the class and had pretty bad eyesight. I had to wear these horrible horn-rimmed prescription glasses just to see the board, and I don’t think even one day passed without someone calling me Four Eyes or