Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,59

cocked half a grin. “I don’t know. Am I?”

Dobbs rose on his knees, pushed at my chest, and landed flat on me. He then rearranged, wiggled and jiggled until he got both of our cocks aligned and snuggled against each other.

I snorted. “I’m starting to get the picture.”

He rode forward, his hips pressing into mine and the weight of his body causing exquisite friction on my cock. “These molecules are used in either a back-to-back or overlapping orientation in one technique.”

“D-don’t know.” Whoa, who knew my cock was so interested?

“Second clue.” He rocked back and forth relentlessly. “The HYDEN software can design degenerate examples of these molecules, which are mixtures of many similar examples of them that are contrasted with their universal type.”

“Oh, uh, sounds familiar.” A shot of electricity hit my balls. “Oh yeah.”

“Third clue. These molecules are added in two stages to improve specificity in one technique’s nested form as otherwise they might not bond to their target but instead form namesake dimers.” His hips thrust forward.

“Oh shit, yeah, yes, primers. Universal primers.”

“Good job. Here’s your reward.” He slid back, grabbed my cock, and sucked it hard, and then he pushed on my hips until I flipped over. “Wha—” I gazed over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of him petting my ass with both his hands. “Making snowballs down there?”

He reached between my legs and tweaked my sac. “Nothing cold about these balls.” Then I felt more than saw my ass cheeks being spread.

I could barely force the words out. “Umm…Dobbs?”

“Just relax.”

Soft breath warmed my hole, and goosebumps lifted all over my arms as I shivered. Was he—would he?

Oooooh, yes he would. He prodded me upward with two hands under my hips and then went to work. No one had ever—ahhhhh.

His tongue laved my sensitive flesh, back and forth, back and forth, until my body was melting in pleasure, and then a soft warm intruder penetrated my willing opening.

“Ohhhhhhhh.”

My eyes squeezed closed as my body opened, and I arched my back like a happy cat to press my ass against his tongue. Nothing had ever felt like this, this warm-soft-tickle. Heat blazed though my balls and lit up my cock like a roman candle—Ready. To. Explode.

“Oh crap, oh crap. Dobbs, I never, oh God—ahhhhh.” Cum shot from my cock, emblazoning the bedcovers as my body shook with a brand-new level of sensitivity, so deep and aching it almost hurt.

I collapsed onto my belly, and Dobbs crawled up me, all warm and heavy. He nuzzled against my ear and whispered, “In Raman spectroscopy, a ratio named for this property equals 0.75 for bands without this property and 0.75 for symmetric vibrational modes.”

“Pol—oh God, pol—Oh shit. Oh crap, how can I—” I flipped Dobbs over so he was under me, grabbed his cock and jerked him as if I’d die if he didn’t come within thirty seconds. The feel of him in my hand, the openmouthed lust on his face, was so hot that—oh fuck!

“Jesse, yes, yes!”

His cum filled my hand, and I leaned down for a lick.

Dobbs huffed like a freight train as he stopped shuddering. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned close to his ear and murmured my sweet nothings. “The answer is polarization.”

His laughter followed me as I slid off the bed and padded into the bathroom, got a warm, wet washcloth and carried it back to clean him up. He just stretched and murmured as I wiped the drying cum from his belly and chest. I went back and brushed my teeth, peed, and washed up.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Dobbs was under the covers, snoring softly. I smiled even broader when I saw that the covers beside him were carefully flipped back and the pillow plumped. Wow.

This was an amazing moment. As I’d told Dobbs, I’d had some form of sex quite a few times before. I hadn’t told him that never once in my twenty years of life had I ever slept with another guy. I was glad Jeffrey Dobson was my first.

Chapter Sixteen

Dobbs

The Milwaukee match was a disaster.

Seated at Sigma Mu Tau table were me, Felix, Sai, and Jesse, from left to right. Felix always sat to my left. I should have said something to change it, but I didn’t. Therefore, I was as far from Jesse as possible during round one, and I couldn’t get a read on what was going on with him, or encourage him, or anything really. And then the questions were science heavy. Normally, there was a