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The Egghead and the Metalhead (mm)
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Subject: The Egghead & the Metal Head (M/M, cons, college) 1/1
Reply-To: [email protected] (NoodlesNeb)
Date: Sat Jul 8 13:34:03 1995
The Egghead and the Metal Head (M/M, cons, college)
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The Egghead and the Metal Head
by Dylan S.
Alvin unpacked the last of his books and placed them on the
bookshelf next
to his desk in his new dorm room. He wanted to make sure the room was
neat
before his new roommate arrived. Alvin really looked forward to meeting
his
new roommate. His last roommate, Rick, had moved to an apartment
off-campus
and he already missed him.
He knew his roommate's name, Howell Burns; he was a junior too.
Alvin
thought Howell was an unusual name. He figured that he'd like to be
called
"Howie" so he went around the room saying "Howie" over and over. Alvin
wanted to make sure he didn't sound like a jerk, like when he stammered
when
he met both Morgan and Rick. These guys were so hot and hunky that Alvin
had
difficulty keeping his hard-on hidden.
Yeah, Alvin was gay. It didn't take too long before it was known
by some of
the guys on his floor. These guys would look at him with disgust and make
a
point of moving away from him in the showers. Alvin wished these guys
wouldn't hate him so much. He was a junior now and he'd be twenty-one in
a
few months. Maybe then he'd get the nerve to go to one of the gay bars
downtown.
Alvin did have a few friends. Most of them were computer nerds
like him.
He met most of them in his classes and got to know them through the
Physics
Club and Computer Club. But they all wanted to have sex with girls and
that
was all they would talk about. They'd complain how they couldn't get
laid.
Alvin couldn't tell them he was more interested in getting fucked by his
roommates than fucking girls. Or that he wouldn't mind sucking their
cocks.
Alvin loved cock. He loved the feel of it in his mouth, ramming
deep down
his throat. He loved the taste of cum. He loved getting fucked, too,
even
though it had only happened three times. The first time he got fucked was
with his older cousin Ken when he was about twelve. Then Brian, a guy who
teased him while he was in high school, fucked him a couple of times.
Brian
used to force him to have sex, mostly blow jobs in the shower room at
school.
He fucked his ass once after the senior prom, then again after Brian's
girlfriend dumped him. Ken and Brian were both athletic studs and that's
the
kind of guy Alvin got hot for.
Both Morgan and Rick were jocks, too. Morgan played basketball
and Rick
played baseball. Each of them had been paired with Alvin to get their
grades
up and Alvin did help them. But after each year was over, Morgan had gone
back to his frat and Rick had decided to move in with his girlfriend.
Alvin had rushed a few frats but never got in. So he stayed in
Buchanan
Hall, the only all-male dorm on campus. It was sort of like a frat house,
but not as raucous. Here, he could study in peace and maintain his 4.0
G.P.A. The only distraction he had was the other guys in the dorm.
There was one gang-type shower room for every floor, which Alvin
loved. He
took a lot more showers than he did when he was at home. And, because it
was
an all-male dorm, many the guys walked around with little or no clothing.
Alvin kept a journal of all the guys he thought were hot. He noted if he
had
seen them naked or in their underwear, and how big their dicks were. He
had
seen most of the guys on his floor naked. And most of the guys looked
like
they had big cocks, though he'd never seen any of them hard.
Alvin jerked off almost every night before Howie got there,
recalling all
the guys he'd seen naked. He usually fantasized about an orgy in the
shower
room, where he'd get fucked by all the guys on his floor. Sometimes he'd
imagine being on his hands and knees sucking off Rick's eight-inch cock
and
getting fucked by Morgan's big ten at the same time. How he longed for
someone to just take him down and fuck his brains out.
That Friday, Alvin got tired of waiting around for Howie so he
decided to
take a walk into town. When he got back, he heard thumping and things
being
moved around in his room. When he opened the door he saw a great altar of
stereo components had been set up where the desks once were. The
receiver,
amplifier, CD player, cassette deck, and even a turntable was placed on
top
each other on shelves, in a pyramid. Below the pyramid were stacks of
CD's
and cassettes, hundreds of them. And on each side of the altar was a
towering speaker, almost as big as the ones the they use at rock concerts.
And beside the speakers, putting them into place, was a mass of
blond hair
attached to a Metallica T-shirt and black jeans. Alvin was very
disappointed. He had hoped for another humpy jock. Instantly, he dreaded
listening to hours of Metallica, Skid Row, AC/DC, Megadeth, Queensryche
and
worst of all, Guns 'n' Roses. For Alvin, who listened only to classical
music, it was all noise.
"Hey dude, you must be my new roommate," the hair said in a doper
tone.
Alvin recalled that the druggies at his high school all talked like that.
"Yes, my name is Alvin. You must be Howie." "It's Howl, man.
Like wolves
do." Then he howled, throwing his head back. His hair fell back and
Alvin
got a look at his face. He was actually pretty cute but Alvin thought
he'd
probably look better with short hair.
Then another guy walked in. He had straight black hair that went
down to
his waist. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Alvin immediately lusted after
his
torso. He was lean and well defined, but not bulky. The guy's chest was
smooth but there was a line of hair coming up from below his jeans to his
navel. Alvin thought that was really sexy. Then he realized he was
staring,
something he did often around cute or hunky guys, and felt a little
embarrassed.
"Dude, this is my bud, Kill. Bud man, this is my new roomie,
Alvin."
"How's it going, dude?" Kill said, extending his hand. Alvin
shook it.
"Pretty good." Alvin's face showed he was put off by the guy's
name.
"His name is really Kelly, but that's sorta faggy, so he changed
it to
'Kill.'"
Shit, Alvin thought, they hate fags. I'm as good as dead. But
then Kill
looked at Howl like he insulted him. Alvin didn't notice.
"It's just sounds cooler and a lot tougher, that's all," Kill
explained.
"You go to school here too?" Alvin asked, a little relieved.
"No way, man," Kill replied, chuckling. "I could barely stand
high school.
I would've dropped out if it weren't for Brainiac here." Kill grabbed
Howl
in a headlock and gave him a noogie.
Brainiac? Is Howl smart? Alvin thought. He sure doesn't look it.
"What's your major, Howl?"
"English, American Lit," he answered. "What's yours?"
"Physics and computer science," Alvin replied, a little ashamed.
"I could've guessed that," Kill said, laughing. Alvin felt like a
complete
nerd now. Even though Howl was a brain, at least he was cool.
"Come on, Kill, don't make fun of Alvin."
"I wasn't. He just looks like a physics dude."
"It's OK, Howl," Alvin assured him. "I can take a joke." Alvin
was used
to it and Kill wasn't being mean.
"Thanks, dude," Howl replied. It seemed weird to Alvin that Howl
was trying
to be nice to him. Morgan and Rick usually ignored him, except when they
studied together. But neither of them wanted to be his friend. But Howl
seemed to want that. Now Alvin was beginning to feel better. Maybe he
would
even grow to like heavy metal. That Dave Mustaine guy was pretty cute.
Luckily for Alvin and the other men on their floor, Howl usually
listened to
his music with headphones. But once in while though, he'd listen to it
full
blast. Alvin was beginning to like the music. He enjoyed Queensryche and
Extreme, and he could listen to Metallica and some others without getting
annoyed. So he and Howl were getting along.
Alvin found out just how smart Howl was. Howl told him his G.P.A.
was 3.8
and he had gotten 1310 combined on the SAT, 730 verbal, 580 math. Alvin's
score was almost the reverse. They helped each on their homework. Alvin
would check Howl's math and science and Howl would edit Alvin's papers.
And
they both helped some of the guys on the floor with their homework.
Another thing Alvin liked about Howl was that Howl liked to lounge
around
their room in his underwear. Howl made him feel so at ease that Alvin
started wearing just his boxer shorts around the room too. From what he
could tell, Howl had a big cock. Once, he caught a glimpse of it hard,
the
tip just of the waistband of his briefs. Then Howl left all of a sudden
to
go to the bathroom. When he got back he was flushed and a little sweaty
but
Alvin didn't think anything of it.
Alvin needed to jerk off badly. He used to do it often, at least
twice a
day. Since Morgan and Rick often spent the night at their girlfriends'
rooms
or off-campus, Alvin had the room to himself a lot. He'd sneak into their
laundry baskets and dig for a dirty pair of briefs or jock strap. He'd
hold
them to his face, breathing in the smells of a sweaty young athlete. Then
he'd strip down naked and lie on his roommate's bed. He'd lube up his
six-inch cock with lotion and start stroking it slowly. He'd start
feeling
his ass with his other hand, poking his asshole with one finger then two,
imagining it was Rick or Morgan invading him with his big cock.
Often, he reran his fantasy of being gang-banged by the guys in
the shower
room. They'd feed him their cocks two at a time, while another guy fucked
him brutally. It wouldn't be long before Alvin shot his load into a
tissue.
One time he shot a huge load, after he had seen Rick naked for the first
time, and came all over Rick's sheets. Alvin was afraid that Rick would
find
out. But Alvin liked feeling anxious about being caught. Maybe Rick
would
be so angry that he'd force Alvin to suck his cock or he'd fuck him.
Alvin didn't have much chance to jerk off like he used to, though.
Howl
spent as much time as Alvin did in their room. Alvin didn't dare jerk off
it
the bathroom or showers. He was afraid of being caught in there. He
didn't
want Howl to think he was a total freak so Alvin stopped jerking off.
When he went home for a weekend Alvin finally got to beat off. He
wondered
what Howl planned to do while he was away. He figured he had a bunch of
girls lined up to fuck. Howl said he didn't have a girlfriend and Alvin
thought he was just playing the field. At home, he cranked his cock so
many
times he thought it'd fall off.
They both studied during the week. They spent their free time
with their
friends. Alvin had his friends in the physics and computer clubs, and
Howl
had hooked up with some other metal heads. But Alvin liked being around
Howl
and oddly, Howl felt the same about Alvin. They were an unusual sight on
campus, a nerdy egghead and long-haired, freaky headbanger talking, eating
lunch together, or just hanging out.
Alvin's popularity was also growing in the dorm. On Saturday
nights, Alvin
spent some of his sizable allowance on food and beer, bought by the older
guys. Howl would crank up his stereo there would be a party on their
floor.
One weekend, Howl went home for a visit, leaving Alvin alone.
Finally he'd
get a chance to jerk off like he used to. It was getting late, so it was
time for bed anyway. He locked the door, then went through Howl's laundry
and got a pair of his briefs. He took out the porno video brochure he had
hidden in his desk. It was the only pictures he had of guys having sex
with
other guys. Then he took off his clothes and lay down on Howl's bed. It
didn't take long for his dick to get hard and he greased it up with
lotion.
Alvin pictured Howl slowly stripping off his clothes then climbing
into bed
with him. Howl would kiss him all over his body. Alvin wanted Howl's
thick
cock up his ass desperately. The moment he pictured Howl fucking him he
started to cum. He shot so much it went everywhere, splashing the wall
behind the bed, on his face, on the pillow and then spurting on his chest
and
stomach.
Alvin was breathing heavy, recovering from one of his most intense
orgasms.
He was still imagining Howl pounding away at his ass. Then he drifted off
into a light sleep, not even bothering to clean himself off.
Howl slipped his key into the door and turned the doorknob.
Neither he nor
Kill was ready for the sight they were about to witness. There was Alvin,
lying naked on Howl's bed, a gay porno video brochure in one hand and a
pair
of Howl's dirty briefs in the other. Howl looked at Kill in disbelief.
"I can't fuckin' believe it," Kill whispered. "He's queer."
Howl said nothing and just stared at his naked roommate. He
didn't know
what to do.
"What're ya gonna do?"
"Let's wake him up," Howl replied. Kill nodded and they stepped
over to the
bed. They saw the pools of drying cum on his hairless chest and the
pillow.
"Alvin," Howl said softly into Alvin's ear. "Alvin, you're in my
bed,
dude." Alvin shifted a little but didn't wake up.
"Alvin!" Kill shouted.
Alvin bolted awake, nearly falling out of the bed. For a moment
he didn't
know what was happening, where he was or what he had been doing. Then a
horrible feeling swept over him, almost as intense as his orgasm, when he
saw
Howl and Kill staring at him. He sheepishly covered his crotch with
Howl's
briefs.
"Oh shoot! Howl, I'm sorry. I-I-I-I--" He couldn't think of
anything that
could explain what he was doing in his bed naked and covered in cum.
Except
the truth. "I was jerking off. I thought you weren't going to be back
until
tomorrow. I'm sorry."
Howl took the brochure from Alvin's hand and looked at it.
"What is this?"
"It's a-- it's a brochure for a movie."
"These are all guys." Howl said in a serious tone. "It's for a
gay porno
movie."
"Yeah," Alvin replied, dejected.
"So you're gay then?" Howl asked.
Alvin thought about it before he responded. Howl and Kill had
been cool up
to now, he thought. Maybe they'd understand.
"Yeah," Alvin sighed, "I'm a fag." Alvin turned away, waiting to
be
slugged, or for the guys to start laughing derisively. He was sure they
would do something that would make him feel even worse than he did right
at
that moment.
But nothing could prepare him for what happened next. Howl put
his hand on
Alvin's shoulder and caressed it.
"That's cool," Howl said softly. "So are we." Then Howl kissed
him. "Were
you thinking of me when you were beatin' the bishop?" Howl asked as he
took
his underwear out of Alvin's hand.
"Uh, yeah. I was."
Howl looked at Kill and winked. Kill took off his jacket, then
kicked off
his shoes, then pulled off his T-shirt. Howl pushed Alvin back down onto
his
bed then started stripping his clothes off, too.
In a few moments, both Howl and Kill were naked. Kill had the
idea of
putting the two twin beds together to make a bigger bed. Alvin lay
between
the two headbangers, jerking their cocks. Howl kissed his roommate, their
tongues wrestling. Alvin wrapped his arms around Howl and hugged him
tightly. Howl squeezed him back just as tight. Alvin never felt like he
did
just then. The warmth and the softness of their skin touching his were
sheer
ecstasy. For the first the time in a long time, Alvin felt good about
himself.
Kill got between Alvin's legs and started licking around his
crotch.
Alvin's six inches stood straight up, harder than steel. Then Kill took
the
cock in his mouth and sucked it all the way down. Alvin's head reeled
from
the sensations. He'd never felt anything but his own hand on his dick
before. Neither Ken nor Stew ever touched his cock when they fucked him.
But Kill's mouth was doing things to his cock that his hand could never
do.
Lucky for Alvin, jerking off right before was keeping him from cumming too
quickly.
Kill just kept licking and sucking while Alvin and Howl explored
each
other's bodies. Alvin felt up Howl's smooth chest as Howl starting
kneading
Alvin's ass. His fingers dug into the soft, fuzzy flesh then started
moving
deeper into Alvin's crack. Alvin moaned as Howl's finger started to drill
into his asshole. Man, Alvin wanted his roommate's cock up his ass.
Then Alvin started to spurt. Again, the thought of Howl fucking
him pushed
him over the brink and made him start shooting. He clutched Kill's head,
pushing him down farther on his cock. He shot a huge load and Kill
swallowed
it all down. Alvin cried out and kissed Howl passionately.
"Fuck me, Howl!" he moaned. "I want your huge cock deep in my
ass."
Howl smiled. His cock pulsed as he looked into Alvin's soft hazel
eyes.
Without his nerdy glasses, Alvin was really cute. The glasses made him
look
older and plain. Without his glasses, Alvin looked younger. If he'd let
his
hair grow out, Howl thought, he'd be damn foxy. Someone he could fall in
love with.
"Yeah, I want you, Alvin," Howl said softly. "I want to make love
to you."
Alvin got on his hands and knees as Howl maneuvered himself behind
him.
Kill moved to the side of the bed and started to slowly stroke his meat.
Alvin thought about Kill for a moment, the guy who had just given
him his
first blow job. Kill continued stroking his thick, heavy cock. Howl's
cock
was about seven inches, but Kill had the biggest dick Alvin had ever seen.
Probably more than ten thick, succulent inches of headbanging hard-on hung
between Kill's legs and Alvin wanted it. He needed it.
"Kill, come over here, in front of me," Alvin instructed. "I
don't want you
to be left out."
Kill smiled at him. He leaned forward and kissed him, jamming his
tongue
down deep. Kill then positioned himself in front of Alvin, spreading his
long hairy legs. Alvin grabbed the guy's cock and immediately slurped it
down.
Meanwhile, Howl started to get Alvin's ass ready for the ride of
its young
life. He grabbed the tube of something called JiffiLube he kept hidden
under
his bed. He squeezed out a good-size glob in the palm of his hand and
started to slick up his tool. He smeared some on Alvin's hairy asshole.
He
jammed his finger in the tight orifice to loosen it up.
"Damn, you're tight, Alvie," Howl cooed. "Are you still a
virgin?" Alvin
took his face away from Kill's crotch.
"It's been a long time since anyone's even touched me there, aside
from my
own fingers."
It felt good to have someone penetrating his asshole like that,
opening the
hole, probing deep, tickling his prostate. All he wanted was to be split
open. He needed the pain, that luscious, exquisite ache.
"Do it, Howl!" he begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Howl was shocked at Alvin's passion. For such a little guy he was
damn hot.
Howl wasn't about to disappoint his new lover.
Howl put his cock's bulbous head at the tight rosebud and pressed
in. Damn,
he thought, this guy is so fuckin' tight. Alvin let out a low guttural
moan
as Howl's cock slipped farther into his hot chute. Alvin's ass gripped
his
cock like a vise. He pushed in until his pubes were rubbing against
Alvin's
tight little buns. Howl realized how cute Alvin's ass was, tight and
firm.
His cock was all the way in and he started rockin'.
"Shit! Tight ass!" Howl cried, "Fuckin' A!" Howl slammed into
Alvin's ass
brutally, pulling out so the head stretched his hole then jammed it back
in.
Alvin loved it, getting pounded like that. Howl dug his fingers into the
flesh of Alvin's hips.
Kill was enjoying the blow job he was getting from the little guy.
Alvin
just sucked away at Kill's rod, taking all the way down into his throat.
He
looked up at Kill, who was looking back at him. Kill had soulful brown
eyes,
framed by such long lashes. For just a moment, Alvin couldn't believe
what
was happening. His greatest fantasy, getting his ass fucked and sucking a
big slab of cock at the same time, was coming true. Alvin was in heaven.
His cock, achingly stiff and throbbing, slobbered pre-cum. Man, he was
about
to shoot for the third time in a row. He never did that, even on his
horniest days.
Alvin reached down to his pulsating cock and started jacking
himself off.
Howl kept punching Alvin's little butt with his meat. Suddenly, Howl
stopped
Alvin's hand.
"Save it," he whispered into Alvin's ear. "I'm gonna need it
later."
Alvin was confused but took his hand off his cock. He reached up
and
grabbed Kill's hard pecs. Kill moaned as Alvin pinched his little brown
nipples. His glans was dancing with Alvin's tonsils, bringing him closer
to
the brink of orgasm.
Howl couldn't hold off much longer either. Alvin was flexing his
sphincter,
tightening and relaxing it around his dick. Howl never fucked an ass that
did anything like that. He rammed his cock in his buddy's asshole faster
and
more forcefully. And Kill grabbed Alvin's head and pushed it down,
jamming
his cock deep into Alvin's throat.
Alvin didn't miss a beat, relaxing his throat and tightening his
asshole at
the same moment. Howl and Kill both growled lustfully. Alvin felt Kill's
cock flutter against his tonsils, then flood his mouth with cum. Alvin
swallowed as much as he could, but some spilled over his lips and dripped
down his jaw.
"Aww, fuck!" Howl rasped, "Alvin, baby!" His cock spit shot after
shot of
cum into his roomie's hot ass. It was the most intense orgasm and damn
near
the biggest load Howl ever had. He collapsed onto Alvin's back, drained
physically and sexually. He wrapped his arms around him and hugged him.
"Alvin, boy, you really wore me out," he gasped. "I never had a
fuck like
that." Howl rubbed his hands all over Alvin's skinny and hairless chest.
"No offense, Kill."
Meanwhile, Kill let go of Alvin's head and Alvin let the cock
slide out his
mouth. He lapped up the cum from his lips and Kill's balls and savored
it.
It'd been so long so he tasted another guy's juice.
Alvin bucked his ass, hoping to get Howl's softening cock to
stiffen again
and stay inside his asshole. But Howl wanted something else. He pulled
his
soft cock out of Alvin and fell beside him on the bed.
"I want you to fuck me, Alvin," Howl murmured. "I want your cock
up my
ass." Alvin was shocked. He'd never even thought about fucking a guy.
He
thought he'd always be getting fucked. But lying right there in front of
him
was his roommate, his legs up. Kill had squeezed out more lube and was
slicking up his buddy's butthole with one hand and Alvin's cock with the
other.
"Come on, Alvin," Howl cooed, "dive in."
Alvin smiled broadly and positioned himself between Howl's legs.
Kill
guided his cock to Howl's asshole, lining the head up. Howl sucked in a
shot
of air as Alvin began pushing his six-incher inside. Howl rarely got
fucked
and wasn't used to even Alvin's average-sized dick. Alvin continued
pushing
in, then slipped, forcing his cock in all at once.
"Go slow!" Howl gasped. The pain shot through him like a knife.
Alvin stopped pushing and let Howl's asshole get used to the
invasion.
Alvin's brain was sent to a new level of ecstasy. His dick never felt
anything like the soft, warm, tight hole it was in right then. It was
even
better than Kill's mouth, which was amazing. Alvin felt Howl's sphincter
twitch.
"OK, Alvie," Howl whispered, "I'm ready."
Alvin smiled again, and started to rock and roll in Howl's ass.
He fucked
slowly at first, a little awkward, and not much rhythm. Howl moaned as
Alvin's kept plugging away, building rhythm and speed.
His thrusts came harder and soon Alvin was giving Howl's ass a
real
pounding. Kill bent down and took Howl's cock in his mouth while jacking
himself off. Alvin caressed Kill's back and ran his fingers down his
crack.
This was all too much for Howl. The penetration of his ass by
Alvin and
Kill's mouth on his dick sent his senses reeling. And then he flooded
Kill's
mouth with his cum. Kill swallowed the few spurts of jism easily. The
contraction of Howl's asshole pushed Alvin over the top and he started
gushing his load into his rectum. Kill lay back and started jerking his
cock
furiously. Alvin pumped Howl's ass a few times then fell on top of him,
spent. Howl wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
It only took a few more strokes before Kill shot a small load on
his
stomach. He huffed a little as he caught his breath. Alvin looked at
him,
then reached over to his stomach and scooped up some cum with his finger.
He
swallowed some then got more and fed it to Howl, who lapped it up eagerly.
"Man, you love cum, don't you Alvie?" Kill chuckled.
"I can't get enough," he replied, also smiling.
"Was that the first time you ever fucked a guy?" Howl asked.
"Yeah. The only times I've had sex I either blew the guy or got
fucked. I
usually had to bring myself off with my hand."
"You give some bitchin' head, man," Kill said.
"So do you," Alvin answered, "dude."
The End
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