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Every Geek Has His Day
by Penelope Bishop
It was Tuesday of last week when I first met Elijah, and the second week into the new school year. Yesterday he asked me if I would be interested in hanging out after school some time. He spent his free time playing video games after school, and he was looking for a wingman. I think what he really wanted was someone to help him study, since he was already beginning to fall behind in the only two classes I shared with him.
I rather enjoyed the thought of him, or anyone honestly, wanting me around for anything. I told him I never have played video games, but I would like to play. But truthfully I just wanted to be alone with him in his bedroom.
It was at the end of our lunch hour when he asked me, and said if I wanted to join him I should let him know by the end of the day. I told him I would let him know later, so I wouldn't seem over eager, but I didn't have to think about it at all.
The bell rang and I hurried to the student parking lot, since Elijah had his own car, and he was able to drive home. Because I wasn't going straight home, I texted my parents to let them know that I was going to a friend's house.
Elijah was waiting around near the parking lot, so I called out to him. He turned around to look for me. When I caught up to him, he gestured for me to follow him, and we walked to his car.
His car was parked near the exit of the parking lot. I knew very little about cars, so I didn't know what kind of car it was. He pulled his keys from his pocket to remotely unlock the doors as he got into the driver's seat. I got into the passenger side, and put on my seatbelt, although he didn't.
I suppose I might have liked him because he was the only person to show any interest in me. He was almost the complete opposite of me, but that was part of the attraction. I was the stereotypical nerd and everything about me showed it. I wore expensive prescription glasses, my light brown hair was bowl cut, and I was short and thin as well. My cheeks were even adorned with a small patch of light brown freckles. Elijah, however, acted more like a badboy, and I think he was somewhat of a loner like me. He dressed the part too, wearing a plain black shirt with a black leather jacket over it, and faded dark jeans. His jet black hair was tousled, and came down almost to his shoulders. He was more muscular and toned than me though, and a few inches taller than me.
I have always lived a sheltered life, and never ventured very far from my comfort zone. I have never even been in anyone's car besides my parent's car.
"Is somethin' wrong?" Elijah asked, noticing my distracted glance. I stopped thinking about my useless insecurities momentarily, and looked up at him. He was expressionless, but his tone of voice suggested curiosity.
I had no way of explaining without sounding like a child who grew up in a fallout shelter. "This is my first time."
"Your first time away from home?"
"Kinda."
"So you're the kind of kid that goes straight home every day after school."
"You make me sound so boring," I said, slightly embarrassed. I wanted to say something that made me sound cool, or at least not so geeky.
"I ain't any more exciting, I just go home and play games and stuff."
"But you have a car. You can go places. Freedom."
"And no gas money. My dad gives me a little money to get to school. That's it."
I admit I know little of the real world, and I can't read people. Elijah seemed like the kind of person who just knew more things. I started to feel like he was more like me than I thought.
The rest of the car ride to his house felt strange, but good at the same time. Almost liberating in the fact that I was somewhere besides school or home. To be honest, I think I haven't deviated, in any form whatsoever, from my habits since I visited my grandparents with my parents this past Christmas.
My family is rich, and it shows in almost everything about them. The house I live in with my parents is, to say the very least, exorbitant. Their lifestyle generally was also quite overdulgent in my opinion. As a matter of fact, the only aspect of their life that wasn't excessive was me. I despise private school, and refuse to attend one. I didn't make it my sole goal in life to achieve unlimited success and be richer than anyone else around me.
"Here we are," Elijah said, breaking my train of thought. I looked up as he pulled into the driveway. The house was average, but slightly rundown. The yard was also unremarkable, with some trash littering the yard.
I stepped out of the car, and followed Elijah to the front door. I noticed he only had two keys on his key ring, using one of them to unlock the door.
Elijah took his shoes off once we were inside. I followed his lead, taking off my shoes as well and setting them next to his. I felt uncomfortable walking around in socks, though.
The house felt empty inside, nearly devoid of any life. But Elijah did live with his dad, who sat quietly in the living room. He remained silent when we entered the room.
"Hey dad, I'm gonna chill upstairs with a friend. Are you alright, or do you need anything?" His dad looked up at Elijah. I couldn't read his expression, but oddly I felt like an intruder.
"Who is this you brought, son?" Elijah's father spoke softly, which relaxed me some.
"This is Kyle. He's a friend from school," Elijah replied.
His dad did nothing to acknowledge my presence, and instead just turned back around.
Elijah led me upstairs to his bedroom. The upstairs was neater and more organized than the rest of the house. His bedroom was nearly immaculate, but it had little furniture in it. A small television set was on his dresser, which sat across from the bed. There was also a lounge chair nestled in the corner that was also pointed towards the TV.
"Welcome to my little cove," Elijah said, prompting me to respond.
"I like it. It's more comfortable than my house. This place has character." I felt silly and slightly arrogant comparing our bedrooms. My room was probably bigger than the entire second floor of his house, but my house felt lifeless. Nothing there felt genuine, but here it felt more warm and inviting. "You can sit if you want," he said, patting a spot on the bed next to him.
I sat down next to him, which at this point I could feel my heart beating faster. I was so nervous around him, afraid I might say the wrong thing and scare him off. I couldn't shake the feelings of adoration of him, and it was proving to become near unbearable.
That was when I made my first mistake.
"Huh?" I looked over at my right hand, which I had unwittingly placed on his leg.
"Shit!" I exclaimed aloud, intending to keep my reaction to myself. As quickly as I could react I immediately jerked my hand away from him.
I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak, much less attempt to defend myself. I wanted to look up at his face, and study his expression to see how he interpreted the situation, only I was too embarrassed to. So I sat there in silence for a few minutes, until I heard him laugh loudly enough that I sort of snapped out of my daze of humiliation.
"Did I do something? You've been dead quiet for like ten minutes it feels like, or something," Elijah asked innocently, which made me think he may not have even noticed me accidently touching him.
"I'm sorry," I stammered. It was a pathetic apology, or whatever you would call it. But deep down I wasn't sorry. I only regretted that I only got to touch his leg. I was so close to what I really wanted to touch.
The awkwardness faded away, and after I got over it, I started talking to Elijah. We spent about an hour or so just talking, getting to know each other. He talked more than me, but as we talked more I became more and more comfortable, and in turn talked more. Elijah talked mostly about his ex-girlfriend, and their less than amicable breakup. She was a cheerleader and was one grade his senior, but she complained a lot about his lack of friends and night life. He told her he just enjoyed spending time with her, but they never consummated their relationship. Although he admitted she did suck his dick a few times in exchange for accompanying her to a few high school parties.
That was probably my second mistake I made, which was getting hard hearing about him getting blown by her, and then failing to hide it. As soon as I realized, I adjusted myself when I thought he wasn't looking. If he did notice though, he didn't show it.
I started talking to hide my embarrassment. I didn't have much to talk about that was very interesting. I have never dated, since I still haven't mustered up the courage to come out of the closet. Actually, I don't think I ever even had such strong feelings for anyone until Elijah. Unfortunately, he was, as far as I was concerned, unavailable.
"So hey, I know that you're like really smart and stuff. So part of the reason I asked you to come over is I wanted to ask if you could help me with class stuff. I think I'm already failing at least both classes we share," Elijah confessed. I smiled, thoroughly enjoying knowing he needed me.
I agreed of course, anything to put him in my debt in any way, shape, or form. I was willing to do almost anything to get closer to him. I was getting braver as I got hornier. I craved another moment of contact. I craved carnal knowledge of him. I desperately lusted for a taste of him.
I think I'm losing my mind.
So I agreed to help him, and instructed him to fetch the textbooks and any particular homework he might need help with. First, I tutored him in our current chapter in Pre-Calculus. Teaching the material came as easily and naturally as learning it. Elijah was catching on some as we progressed through my private lessons.
"So how come you're in regular classes," Elijah asked, and then paused for second, "in a regular school?"
"Why do I have to be in a special school? I wanna be just like everyone else," I answered firmly. I didn't mean to sound so stern, but I hated that just because I was smarter than most people, I had to do things so differently from everyone else. "There is nothing wrong with the school I go to now."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just think you're so smart. You're better than they are."
"Let's just talk about Physical Science now."
I wasn't angry, but I hated it when people try to put me on a pedestal. Honestly, I never wanted to be rich. I spent my life around rich people. They looked content enough, but none of them ever looked truly happy. I'd be happier spending my life with Elijah in his bedroom.
The time was getting late, almost 8 o'clock going by my phone. I never hinted at wanting to leave, and Elijah never asked me to, or asked if I wanted to.
"I hope you don't mind, but if you want to stay longer, I'm going to take a shower and get comfortable," Elijah said, as he got up and picked out something to wear before getting in the shower. I continued sitting on the floor with my back propped up against the bed. "By the way, you can watch TV if you want, I get a few free channels."
So he went into the bathroom to take his shower, and I sat quietly in the bedroom, eating some of the chips he kept in the room. I was as careful as possible not to let any crumbs drop on the floor. However, it was very difficult to concentrate focusing on anything else, knowing he was in the bathroom, completely naked and soaking wet. I became hard again, but this time I was alone in his bedroom, so I didn't have to hide it. I tried so hard to fight the urge to touch myself, maybe even relieve myself in his bedroom. I tried to think of something else.
"Kittens. Grandma. Open heart surgery."
It was no use. I had an genuine crush on Elijah, and I could scarcely think of anyone or anything else.
Then the shower turned off, and there was no longer the sound of running water, which was replaced by the creaking of the bathtub. A few moments later, Elijah came out of the bathroom.
Wearing nothing but a red and gold pair of boxers.
I probably made a third, fourth, and fifth mistake in that moment, but my heart and mind was racing, and coherent thought was obsolete at the time. I wouldn't be surprised if I drooled.
"I'm sorry, does this make you uncomfortable?" Elijah asked.
No, Elijah, it makes me hot as hell. Do you want me to cum all over your room, because I feel like I could explode.
"No, just a little surprised. It's your room, I won't say anything. Actually, you look kinda cute."
Sixth.
"I mean, not cute, but you look good though, I'd go for you."
Seventh.
"Holy shit, I am fumbling. I'm trying to compliment you, I mean I don't mean it the way it sounds, but you are hot, I mean."
Eight, but whose keeping count. My hole is about deep enough now for me and all my belongings.
"Kyle."
I swallowed very hard. "Yes?"
"Breathe."
Physically, I felt like I was on the verge of hyperventilating. Mentally, I was holding my breath. But at this point, asphyxiating didn't sound so bad.
Elijah sat down on the bed next to me, while I was still sitting on the floor. He seemed content and relaxed, while I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
I was checking him out, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. If he didn't notice me watching him like a hawk, he was completely oblivious.
"Hey, if you want, I have a few movies you can watch. Or you can watch some porn. I have some in my top drawer."
I have never watched pornography before, mostly because I have never had access to the kind of porn that would interest me anyways.
"I don't think it would be for me."
"I might watch some if it won't bother you. I like to masturbate before I sleep sometimes. It helps me sleep."
"You want to masturbate? I can leave for a minute if you want?"
"No man, if you don't wanna do it, you can just chill, or watch, I don't care. You don't make me uncomfortable."
"So, I guess I'll just wait."
I wanted to pull down my pants and stroke my rod. I wanted to expose myself to Elijah. But it was something I have never experienced before, and I was too nervous.
So I watched Elijah as he began caressing his penis through his boxers. He looked at me as I watched him. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV and DVD player, and a dirty movie began playing.
I moved closer to where Elijah was sitting down, as he began softly caressing his penis through his boxers. He looked at me as I moved closer, but said nothing. I watched closely as his penis began poking out through his boxers, and I slowly inched closer to watch him.
"He's taking his time," I said.
"Really?" Elijah laughed. "If he's taking too long, then you get him out." Elijah opened his legs wider, inviting me in. I knew by now I had lost any self-control, so I leaned in and reached my hand in his boxers, wrapping my hand around his semi-soft penis. I pulled it out and begin stroking it, and feeling the head of his penis in my other hand. Elijah simply laid back and propped his head up on a pillow in order to keep watching the porn.
"Does this feel good? I want to try to get you fully hard," I asked.
"Yea, it's nice. If you want you can keep on. Take off my shorts if that makes it easier." I pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside. This was a moment I definitely wanted to savour. Elijah was now completely naked in front of me.
"This is my first time."
"Well, I wanted to shoot a load before bed, so if you help me out, you can do what you want."
So I started using both my hands, touching him all over his stomach and groin. I stroked his penis more, trying to get him to make any noises.
Elijah was getting harder, and my hormones were going wild. I think Elijah was definitely enjoying himself, and he looked very relaxed.
As much as I was enjoying giving Elijah my first hand job, I wanted to do more. Only I wasn't sure how to transition.
Now he was fully hard, and I continued to explore his penis with my hands. I massaged his penis slowly, gripping it tightly. He was moaning, and I loved the sound of it. I started to tickle the base of the head, and he jerked a little.
That caused him to precum a little bit.
So he really was enjoying this.
I ran my finger over the tip of his penis, and wiped a little precum off, and sucked it off my finger. It was slightly bitter, but I didn't care. I loved the taste and I wanted more.
"I might be getting close soon," Elijah said.
"Is it working?" I asked.
"Yea, I like it. Just keep doing your thing."
As I held his penis in my hand, all I really kept thinking about was tasting it. Elijah hasn't stopped me so far, so I decided I would just go for it.
So I did.
I held his penis back, and I started licking his balls. He was so smooth and salty, and Elijah moaned louder. I tried a couple things that came to mind. I licked slowly up and down, and in a circular motion, and anything else that came to mind. Then I sucked on each ball, almost kissing them, and then putting all of it in my mouth. I loved his taste, and I knew I wouldn't get tired of doing this, but I also was too excited to stay in one place.
Next I licked the tip of his penis, lapping up his precum. My tongue ran laps around the head and down the shaft. I licked his entire penis until I was ready to make my final move.
I slid his penis into my mouth. Now the gloves were off, and I was fulfilling my fantasy. As I sucked him, moving up and down his shaft, I felt him pushing into me, which excited me even more.
"Kyle," Elijah called. I stopping sucking him and looked at him. "I just wanted to let you know that I am probably going to cum real soon. Is that alright?"
"Yea, that's awesome," I answered excitedly.
"So you don't mind if I cum in your mouth?"
"I want you to."
By now, it was obvious. I knew Elijah knew, but I just had to actually say it, to get it off my chest.
"Elijah."
"Yea?"
"I'm gay."
"I know."
"And I really like you."
"Yea, I kinda figured that out after you started sucking my dick."
"But you're not."
"Not really."
"Not really?"
"Well, you are sucking my dick, and that can be misunderstood. It feels great, but I couldn't do it. I can't return the favor."
"I was afraid you would hate me if you knew I liked you."
"I don't mind, that's why I let you watch me jerk off. But I got something even better."
"It's ok. After this I might jerk off if you don't mind."
"If you want, you can cum on my dick. It'll just feel like my cum."
"Ok." I stood up and unbuttoned my pants and pulled my super hard dick out of my underwear. Elijah watched, but he wasn't interested in mine as much as I was interested in his. I was careful not to play with myself too much, as I felt like I could cum very easily. I would save that for last.
I finished taking off my pants, and stood there wearing nothing but my shirt. It felt amazing and free to stand there naked. I oozed a lot of precum, and I knew I couldn't last too much longer so I went back to work.
I got up on the bed to lie down on my stomach, using my elbows to prop myself up. Elijah turned to face me and sat against the headboard, resting his arms behind his head. Then I continued where I left off, engulfing his penis in my mouth.
It felt more natural sucking Elijah off while I lied there completely unclothed. His hard dick was pulsing and hot in my mouth, and I enjoyed every part of the experience. I concentrated hard on blowing him, and my lips slid up and down his shaft, while I used my tongue to stimulate him further. After a few laps I would spend some time on the head, running my tongue around it and lick the tip of his penis, to taste his precum again. Then I started to suck on his balls again, heightening his pleasure, and my excitement as well. I even tried rubbing his stomach and his thighs with my right hand.
As I felt him get close, I grabbed my own penis with my right hand and started jerking off, getting off on listening to Elijah moaning. It became very rhythmic, as I sucked his dick and masturbated mine. I couldn't wait for him to orgasm so I could taste his sweet love nectar.
Elijah soon started to convulse, which indicated he was getting close. I tried to keep up with him, but it proved to be a challenge giving Elijah a blowjob and giving myself a hand job at the same time, and I suspected I may have slacked off slightly on my end.
I continued sucking his dick, determined to make him orgasm, using his increasingly loud moans as indicators of how close he was to reaching his climax.
Now I knew he was in the home stretch, as he was pushing his pelvis in my face, probably without much self-control, and I was practically deep throating him. To my surprise, I didn't choke very much, but I had to keep it in check, nearly pulling away a few times. I sped up the closer he came to the end, and soon it would be all over.
And then it was.
In a strained gasp for air, Elijah pushed hard, and he cummed very hard, launching missiles into my mouth and down my throat. He gritted his teeth, and I braced myself, swallowing his delicious load. He grabbed the sheets and held on as tightly as he could grip. It all was very climatic, but it was over in a few seconds. Elijah popped back down, and struggled to regain control, but he felt weak. I managed to take all he could shoot out, and I worked on sucking off any sticky residue that was left behind.
As for my reward, Elijah promised he would let me cum on his dick, but I told him I wasn't sure if I could eat my own cum.
"No problem. Once you're done, I will just rinse myself off like I always do," Elijah said.
So I began my ascent to the top of the mountain. I rose to my knees, and started masturbating furiously, impatiently awaiting my turn to orgasm. I aimed my tool at his, eagerly wanting to cum on his gorgeous body. After finishing him off, it didn't take very long to finish myself off, and soon enough I cummed as well, spilling my juices all over his stomach and groin. Instinctively, and without self-control, I grabbed his dick and rubbed his and mine together, wiping some of the cum off his dick back onto mine. I enjoyed playing with my cum for about a minute, before he said he was tired and ready to wash the cum off and go to sleep.
"So," I paused, "what now?"
"What?" he asked through the bathroom door.
"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"
"I can make room, but I don't want to like, cuddle or anything. No offense."
"No, I understand. You never led me on or anything, you were honest and up front. But I still wanted to suck your dick anyways," I replied, chuckling a little. "But I could sleep like this." I motioned for him to lie down as if he was going to sleep. I positioned myself so I was lying down and my head was on his thigh, so I could play with his penis until I went to sleep. Lying next to him, caressing his soft penis, while listening to him breathing gently was a soothing lullaby, and I peacefully drifted off to sleep.