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Authors name: Basehead (basehead@teleport.com)
Story Title : "Geek Sex"
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A N O T H E R K A T H Y S T O R Y
I stumbled out of bed and glanced at my buzzing
alarm clock. 8:00! No time for a shower. Ah well. I'd
get around to taking one soon. I walked over to my com-
puter table and sat down in front of my 386. Half a
screen of last night's netsex session with "wet_girl"
was visible -- my member perked up a bit at the memory
of it -- and I was pleased to note that the download I
had started before falling into bed had been successful.
Five more megs of nubile Asian lesbian hermaphrodites.
yum yum yum.
After pulling on a pair of jeans and my Ho-Ho
Con/cDc T-shirt I walked downstairs, ate some cereal,
and caught the school bus just in time. I sat in the
back to insure that I'd get a view of Kathy Darey. She
boarded the bus two stops later. Long black hair, perky
tits, green Doc Martens, and a Sex Pistols T-shirt. Yum
yum yum -- she could fire my sex pistol any old day.
She sat down next to a friend and began to chatter away.
My cock got hard, and I nonchalantly moved my book-bag
on to my lap.
I slept through my first three classes and head-
ed for the computer lab during lunch. I walked in and my
heart stopped. Seated in front one of the battered old
PCs was Kathy, her cute little mouth, the mouth that I'd
so often imagined wrapped around my dick, wrinkled into
a frown. We were alone in the lab. Here was a chance to
talk to the sex toy of my dreams. I cleared my throat.
"Ummm, hi there, Kathy."
She looked up. "Oh...hi...uuuhhh..."
"Pete. Ummm, we're in the same homeroom."
"Oh, that's right." She still looked perplexed.
"We've, ummm, been going to the same schools
since first grade."
"Oh...OK. Sure."
"Ummm...yeah. So...are you, uhhh, having pro-
blems or something?"
"Sort of. I'm trying to print my term paper, and
it's just not working."
"Maybe I can help. I'm uhhh...kinda handy with
computers."
"Oh really? I never would have guessed."
She stood up, and I sauntered over to her and
took a seat. She stood in back of me. I began to diddle
with some of WordPerfect's settings, then winced when I
miss-typed a few commands.
"Whoops. Not quite used to this. I'm a bit of a
(ahem) UNIX hacker, myself." I wanted to look good for
my fantasy girl.
"Oh, really?" She sounded mildly interested. "Do
you ever use IRC?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"Really?" She moved closer to me. I could feel
her breath on the top of my head. I wish I had combed my
hair this morning.
"Errr, yeah. What's your nick?"
"It's, ummm, 'wet_girl'."
I gulped. "Oh really?"
"Uh huh. Kind of silly, I guess. What's yours?"
"Oh, I'm uhhh...'big_p'."
She gasped. "You're "big_p"!!?!" She moved even
closer and placed her hands on my chest. "So last
night...?"
"Uh-huh." My voice cracked. "I mean, ummm, uh-
huh."
She made a soft sighing sound and rubbed her
hands over my chest. Mr. Happy sprang to attention. She
pulled my shirt up and rubbed her hands over my bare
skin. I moaned.
"God, I want you," she whispered into my ear.
I stood up, knocking my chair over, and took her
into my arms. We kissed and I jammed my tongue into her
mouth as far as it would go. She moaned and began to dry
fuck me, rubbing her crotch against mine. We hastily
started to undress each other. She was down to her bra
when she stopped and stepped away.
"Wait...wait..." she gasped. "Here? Is it safe?"
"Sure, no one ever comes in here now except for
me." A patent lie.
"OK. Ummm, I'm on birth control, and I just
tested clean for any STDs."
"Oh." My fantasies about popping Kathy's virgin
cherry faded away. "Well, I'm a vir -- I mean, I just
tested clean too."
"Great." She pulled her bra off, exposing her
pert little melons. The nipples were even hard! It was
just like a XXX .GIF!
We embraced again, me slobbering on her knockers
her nibbling on my neck. We slowly made our way to the
dirty, hard floor and pulled our pants off. I yanked my
underwear off (hoping she didn't notice the dried cum
stains) and gaped as she slid her moist, black panties
over her ankles.
Kathy laid on her back. "Fuck me...now."
I got on my knees and stared into a jungle of
tangled black hair and red folds of skin. "Uhhh...OK."
I continued to stare. She sighed and grabbed my cock
with both hands. "Ow!" I cried. She ignored me and con-
tinued to yank on my meat puppet. I gradually got the
idea and allowed her to guide me into her gaping tunnel
of love.
"Ohhh..." we both sighed simultaneously. I laid
on top of her, relishing the feel of her warm flesh. We
stared into each others' eyes. Years passed in moments.
I finally broke the silence. "So, uhhh, now
what?"
"MOVE, you idiot!"
"Ahhh."
I started to move my cock in and out of her, as
fast as possible. I figured she would like it that way.
In a matter of minutes I came. It felt like a minor
h-bomb. "Oh God," I gasped, "that was so good."
She sighed and shoved me off of her. "Moron.
Can't you do anything right?" She looked around, fran-
tically, until her gaze rested on a 5 1/4 floppy disk
on the table. She snatched it, folded it a bit, and
shoved it into her crotch.
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh..."
"Hey, ummm...you're not supposed to bend, fold,
or mutilate that."
"Go...away!"
"Ummm...OK. I think it was blank, anyway."
"Beat it!"
"Uhhh...sure. So, will you be on IRC tonight?"
She ignored me and continued to work the disk in and out
of her sopping pussy. I dressed and quickly left. For as
long as I lived, I would never forget my 2 1/2 minutes
of pure carnal pleasure with Kathy.
After my glorious two minutes with Kathy, I was
filled with high hopes for the future. Little did I know
what was in store for me. I arrived home that day to
find my Internet account deactivated, just because I
hadn't paid the service provider in the last four
months. I mean, come on, my taxes paid for the Internet
in the first place, I shouldn't have to pay to use it.
Well, OK, if I had a job, or lived in a state with a
sales tax, then my tax money would have paid for it. But
somebody's tax dollars did, so I should be allowed on
free.
At school and on the bus, I tried to approach
Kathy several times and arrange a repeat of our breath-
taking copulation on the floor of the computer lab. She
spurned me, though, called me a dork in front of her
friends and laughed until I bowed my head and walked
away. She soon found someone else to relieve her sexual
frustrations with. He was tall and always clad in lea-
ther and 256-eye Doc Martens. His face had more pierc-
ings then I had fingers. He was the lead singer for a
local techno-industrial-trance-goth-post-punk-with-a-
pop-sensibility group called Penis Crust. He was a
sensitive artist, and he showed it by repeatedly kick-
ing my ass after school until I left Kathy alone.
Desperate lonely, I started calling local bul-
letin board systems to relieve my boredom. A cheap and
incredibly time-consuming hobby. I joined a local ANSi
group called MAKROEZ of DISTRUKSION and weaseled a few
Sysops into letting me be a Remote. I was soon enthral-
led by a world of MAKROEZ and WAR SUBZ and WAREZ, a
world where having no social life was a badge of pride.
That was how I met "George Stark". He ran a BBS
called Digital Underground. I saw an entry for it in a
BBS list and called in the hopes that the "underground"
in the name meant WAREZ in the x-fers. I logged in as a
new user and had just entered my age and gender when the
Sysop (George Stark) broke into chat. We chatted for a
bit, then I broke the big question: "DO U HAVE ANE
WAREZ?" He told me he didn't allow any on the BBS, but
that if I came to his house he'd let me copy some of
his best stuff. I readily agreed. Anything for WAREZ!
George Stark lived in a scuzzy neighborhood in
the city. The next day I hopped a couple of buses and
walked a few blocks to his apartment. It was on the
ground floor. I knocked, and a few seconds later a mid-
dle-aged, balding, somewhat-overweight white male opened
the door. He chuckled. "Psycho Clam, I presume?"
"Ummm, yeah, well, my real name is Pete."
"Heh. Call me George."
His apartment was a sty. It looked a lot like my
room, only spread out over an entire one-bedroom apart-
ment with a kitchen and bath. Soiled clothing was strewn
about the floor. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. On
the kitchen counter, ants battled over a lump of white
sugar. The walls were bare; the only furniture was a TV,
small couch, and a mattress.
We made our way into the bedroom, all the while
gossiping about users and talking shop about BBS soft-
ware. It was obvious that no one slept here. The room
was filled with sparkling computer equipment. Three
'486s, it looked like, each with its own phone line.
The closet was packed with used drives, keyboards, and
cables.
George sat down in front of the middle computer.
I stood behind him, watching the monitor. "I've got a
gig of software on here. What exactly were you interes-
ted in?"
"Ummm...I dunno. WAREZ."
He chuckled. "Well, what kinds of WAREZ?"
"Ummm...any kind, I guess."
"Well...what kinds do you enjoy the most? Or use
the most?"
"Ummm...I usually just save them to floppy and
upload them to improve my ratio."
"Ahhh. I see. " He changed the subject. "Have
you seen the new series of Bunny .GIFs? Quite interest-
ing."
"Well, no. I had the first two series when I
still had my Internet account. No decent porn BBS will
give me access because of my age, but no one cares on
Internet. What's Bunny up to now-a-days?"
"I'll show you." And boy, did he. We watched
Bunny fucking one guy, Bunny fucking two guys, Bunny
fucking herself, Bunny fucking any of a number of other
women, Bunny fucking a horse, Bunny fucking a pregnant
hermaphrodite. In spite of the weird stuff, I found
myself getting aroused. George's breathing was heavy
and ragged.
"Ever seen the...Little Justin series?"
"Ummm, no."
He chuckled again, a low, throaty chuckle that
made me vaguely nervous. "Here we go." Little Justin was
a 12 or 13 year old boy with shaggy brown hair. His
braces were nearly always visible due to his huge, dumb
smile. I dunno how he managed that smile while being
fucked up the ass by hairy, older guys, or giving one
of his patented rim-jobs. But he managed. I was wonder-
ing if Kathy was into this sort of thing when I felt
hands at my zipper.
"Huuuh? What the hell?"
"Shhh." George yanked out my still-hard dick and
deep-throated it in one swift motion. My words of pro-
test were cut off by the feel of his tongue darting
around my ridge of circumcision.
"Oh...ummm...I...'m...not...really into this..."
He ignored me and continued to give me an amaz-
ing blow-job. I moaned, not really wanting to enjoy my-
self, but doing so all the same. His mouth and tongue
were much more pleasurable then Kathy's soppy fishy huge
cunt. Kathy...I started to moan and thrust my hips. I
pictured her in my mind, decked out in flannel, listen-
ing to Offspring in her room, dying her hair and getting
yelled at by her parents for it, piercing her clitoris..
a million Kathy's in a million situations flashed
through my mind. Before I knew it I was yelling, scream-
ing, and cumming. George milked me for every last drop
and left the room for a drink of water.
"Shit...shit...what the hell? What have I done?"
I muttered as I pulled up my pants. I grabbed my coat
and the box of blank floppies I had brought with me.
Suddenly George appeared in the doorway.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with
a playful look in his eyes.
"Ummm...dad'll yell if I come home late."
"Let's pretend I'm your daddy, OK?"
"NO! Look, I really have to go."
He walked towards me. "And I really have to
cum."
"Well...I saw some hand lotion in the bathroom.
Go to it."
He chuckled, and said in a pseudo-sexy voice
that chilled me to the bone, "Your anal cherry is mine,
boy."
That cut it. I freaked and gave him a solid kick
in his crotch. He moaned and dropped to his knees. "I'm
not...into... S&M..." he panted. I ran for my life, out
of the room, out of the apartment, and down to the bus
stop.
*
I walked the streets for hours, thinking. My
emotions ran the spectrum from mind-numbing shame to a
guilty enjoyment of what had happened.
I gave a floppy disk to everyone who asked me
for change, then tossed the empty box away. A group of
Kathy's friends walked by. As I rounded the corner I
faintly heard one of them say "Yeah, that's the dork
who..."
As I boarded the bus for home I took comfort in
the thought that I still had until age 18 to hit my sex-
ual prime.
Basehead (basehead@teleport.com),
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strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
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