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Dorm Encounter XV: The Nerd
Each year that I have been an R.A., there has been one man on my floor that just didn't fit in well. The stereotype was always the same: he was a nerd. They were always so similar it was scary. Always computer people, always math or science majors, always studies when everyone else was playing. The stereotype never deviated. And always, once per quarter, I made the extra effort to attempt to bring them into the mainstream of dorm and campus life with a personal visit to their room.
My nerd of the year this year was no exception. His name was Chris something or other, a polish name I think, and he lived alone in a room at the dead end of the hall. I hardly ever saw him in public, and only occasionally saw him at the dining hall or in the bathroom. I had never heard him speak, and found out from the guys that lived on his end of the hall that he always had his door shut and never made a sound.
Four weeks into the quarter, I decided that enough was enough, and it was time for the quarterly RA visit. I closed my door and locked it, and headed off down the hall. I stopped several times to poke my head into doorways and say hello, and was met with casual greetings at each stop. Finally arriving at my destination, I stood for a minute collecting my thoughts. I took a deep breath and knocked tentatively at the door.
No response.
I knocked again, this time a little louder. I heard a chair slide on the floor and then I heard footsteps approaching the door. The door opened slightly and Chris stuck his head out. "Yes?" he asked, somewhat shyly.
"Hi, Chris. I'm Andrew, the Resident Assistant for this floor. I apologize for not having done this sooner, but I came to introduce myself and see how you are doing. Can I come in for a minute?"
"I don't see why not," he said. He pushed the door all the way open and let me pass, quickly closing it behind us. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and I did so, taking in the room with a wide sweep of my eyes. It's always the same, you know. Totally neat, everything in its place, carefully selected science fiction and astronomy posters mounted impecably on the walls, no dust or trash in sight, and the bed-- you could have easily bounced a brick off it it was so neatly made!
We sat in silence for a few moments and I got my first really good look at him. He wasn't bad, actually. Kind of scrawny but in an academic sort of way. He wasn't the typical polyester nerd, though-- he was dressed rather preppily in an izod shirt and duckheads. And though he did wear glasses, they were not those plastic black things that make you afraid to touch him-- they were designer frames and they suited his fair face quite nicely.
He had brown hair, every hair in place, of course and tried very hard to hide the fact that he had an interesting mound in his lap.
I looked at him and said, "This is all rather routine, I'm afraid. I just haven't had a chance to meet you yet and wanted to make sure you got settled all right and you have found everything you need here, Chris."
"Yes. This building suits my needs perfectly, actually, and I am quite fond of my room. I kind of wish there were two phone lines in each room, though as my computer needs a phone line to connect to the mainframe on campus."
"Yeah, that's always been a problem for me too. My phone rings so often I am almost scared to login to the mainframe for fear of missing a call. Luckily, I have a beeper. What sort of stuff do you do on the mainframe?"
He looked at me and got up, walking to the computer and said, "Let me show you!" I noticed that he had suddenly gotten some pride in his voice and realized that I had piqued one of his interests. We sat down side by side in front of the computer and his hands flew over the keys logging in to the system. Soon I was confronted with his directory and he began showing me projects, games, and other stuff. After an hour or so, I was enthralled, and he was warming to my enthusiasm.
Unconsciously, I put my arm behind his back on his chair and relaxed as I listened to his soft voice extol the virtures of some computer crap that was totally over my head. He returned to his directory again and was about to start something else when I noticed something that shocked me! He had a directory entitled
naked.men.binaries
and I just had to know what it was. I asked him, and he blushed deeply saying, "Oh, just something a friend who doesn't have a computer asked me to find for him."
I told him I was interested and we viewed several interesting and quite hot photographs that had been scanned into the computer. Some were just single men posing, but as we "flipped through" the extensive library, other men joined the solo's and soon the most amazing series of men fucking and sucking appeared on the screen.
I looked down at his crotch and noticed not only an enormous bulge but a growing wet spot. I took his hands from the keyboard and placed them in his lap, covering his crotch briefly as I said, "This turns you on, doesn't it Chris?"
He sat incredibly still and said nothing.
"It's OK, Chris. It turns me on, too! Feel this!" I took one of his hands and placed it on my raging dick, letting it go to see what he would do. At first he let his hand rest there and tried to look noncommital, but I think his curiosity got the better of him after a while and he began caressing my mound intently.
"Have you ever done this before, Chris?" I asked.
"No," he said, his voice cracking, "but I've always wanted to!"
"Say no more, man!" I said and stood up. I flipped off the computer and took his hand, leading him to the perfectly made bed and lowered him down onto it until he was lying flat on his back. I gently removed all of his clothing, and took his glasses off last. I dimmed the lights in the room a little and undressed in the middle of the room, dropping my clothes as they came off.
I lay down next to him on the narrow bed and began running my fingers through his hair, down his face, across his chest and down his legs. His cock, an impressive six-incher, was swaying in the air, harder than I've seen a cock in some time. I stayed away from it at first, learning his body through touch, and trying to make him stop shaking.
"Shhhhh." I said, trying to comfort his nervousness. "Just relax and let your body feel what is happening. Don't try to think about it, just let it happen" I said.
I could feel him relax a little, and I bent down and brushed my lips across his lightly. He reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down until our mouths were crushed together, and opened his mouth. Our tongues found each other and we rolled on the bed embracing and kissing deeply.
I broke my mouth from his slightly and pulled back, trailing his face with little kisses. I moved downward and kissed his chest, drawing each of his tiny nipples into my mouth and sucking on them until they stood up pertly. I continued my downward trek until I came to his cock, and I lightly lapped at his throbbing cockhead. The head was velvety smooth and felt incredible against my tongue. I drew him into my throat and began the earnest work of providing his first blowjob. I sank down to the root and drew back up again, running my tongue up and down the length of his pole as I went. He moaned and groaned quite loudly and begged me not to stop. I kept sucking and licking until I felt his entire body stiffen. I sank down to the base of his cock just as he began shooting his load.
I pulled back to taste his sperm, and was amazed to find that it was really sweet, almost like sugar! I sucked him dry, gagging slightly on the copious load he was shooting into my throat, and pulled back, allowing the last shot to hit my face. I lay back to catch my breath and rest.
He got up on his knees and began treating me the same way I had treated him. His kisses and licks were tentative at first, but as he gained confidence, he became bolder, sucking on my neck and producing a huge hickey (which nearly drove me over the brink right there, I might add) and then honing in on my aching cock. I pushed it into his throat and allowed him to adjust to the size of it. He signalled, by smiling, that he was comfortable, and I began rising off the bed, thrusting in and out of his warm mouth. He was really making me hot, and I knew it would not be long.
Sure enough, within four of five good, deep strokes with his tongue and mouth, I began shooting my load into his greedy throat. He gagged audibly on the load but took it like a little trooper, swallowing deeply as I shot spurt after spurt of my wonderfully creamy spunk down his throat.
We both lay back, panting and moaning as our erections returned to full tilt. I leaned over him and asked him, "Would you mind terribly if I assaulted your anus, my friend? It's just too hot to pass up!"
"Just be gentle. I've never done this before, but I must admit that the sensations I feel in my anal orifice indicate a strong likelihood that I would find it a pleasurable experience."
God, these nerds were all the same! Too funny for their own good!
I parted his legs and lifted his ankles to my shoulders, easing my nose between his cheeks. The musky smell was overpowering and I was driven by a lust I hadn't felt in a while. This was, after all, virgin territory and I got to break it in! What a rush! I pulled his cheeks apart and began assaulting his asshole with my hard little tongue, pushing gobs of spit into his hole to ease my cock's entry.
Once I felt he was lubed up enough (and once he was squirming uncontrollably), I placed my cockhead at his entrance, pushing slightly. He was more ready that I thought, however, and pushed back on my cock, forcing it to make a quick and deep descent into his inner cavity. My God, it was so tight and so warm and so slippery. Jesus, what a feeling!
I pulled out and pushed back in again, slowly as if to not hurt him. He cried out, "Enough with the gentle shit, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
What could I do but obey the little guy. And so I rammed my cock in and out of his little bung hole, almost raping him with my frenzied need to get off in his little ass, and I fucked deep and hard.
"Fuck me, you goddamn stud! Ram that cock in and out of me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!" he shouted. "Blow your wad up my chute, man. Spray my insides with your hot seething cum! Do it, man, do it!!" He grunted over and over and over.
His words drove me to passions I had never felt and I continued to ravage his ass. Finally, upon reaching his utter depths with a particularly hard thrust, I began dumping gallons of spunk in his ass, bathing his prostate and pushing my cock back our of his hole with the force of my blasts.
My cock popped out with a little popping noise and a flood of musky sperm followed it, oozing onto the now messed-up bed. Chris reached down and gathered some of it up on his fingers and brought it to his lips, sucking and licking his finger clean. He did this several times, each time getting more intense with his passionate writhings on the bed. I sat back and watched him get off all by himself as my cock sprang another hard on. I began fisting myself unmercifully as he continued to gather spunk up and suck it from his fingers. His eyes were closed and he was moaning to himself almost uncontrollably.
Suddenly, his hips went rigid and his cock started shooting straight up, covering his midsection, chest, arms, face, and legs with gob after gob of geyser-like shots. He came like a madman, consumed with lust and moaning deeply. I was so moved by this erotic display that I began coating his entire body with a surprise third load, just as big and wet as the first two. I bathed his face in cum until it shone in the dim light and he continued to fist and pump as I shot.
Finally, totally exhausted, we lay atop each other, sliding around in our combined loads until we drifted to sleep, our hands around our pricks and our faces pressed close together.
An hour or so later, I awoke to find him angling his cock into my ass. I back up on it and let him ride me until he came deep within me, and we lay there for some time, not talking, not moving.
Finally, as I heard the chapel bells ringing, indicating dinner time, I got up and dressed leaving this ravaged and spent cute little nerd curled up on the messy bed, arms wrapped around him, lying in several big puddles of our spunk. I tiptoed from the room, closed the door, and returned to my own room. While I was showering, it hit me what had transpired, and as I walked to dinner I thought to myself, "You definitely cannot judge a book by its cover!"