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Subject: Egghead & Metal Head (M/M, cons, college)
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The Egghead and the Metal Head (M/M, cons, college)

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PunkStud, this one's for you!  ;-)

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."