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From: SILVERI@QUCDN.QueensU.CA (Silver Tiger)
Subject: REPOST: Dorm Encounter XV: The Nerd
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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!"