Fun by Tyrannosaurus Sex jjj7676@gmail.com
Monday
When Tim got finished with dinner in the cafeteria, he rushed back up the stairs to his dorm room and sat down at his desk. Some of the guys and girls were going to a movie, but he didn't have time. Not this week. Not this semester, really. Not if he wanted to pass Organic Chem.
He felt a little proud of himself, book cracked open not five minutes after he'd finished eating, already scribbling in his notebook. Sure he wasn't, like, saving the world--not yet--but it took something to stay disciplined these days. His friends--well, sometimes it felt like they were just high schoolers with credit cards and no parental supervision. All they wanted to do was have fun.
Oh, Tim still went out. He didn't have any problem with fun. It just couldn't be the most important thing in your life.
Three hours later, he was ready for a break. He was lucky to have gotten a single room this semester--he really need the peace and quiet. He still had about an hour of studying left to do, but it wouldn't hurt to relax for twenty or thirty minutes, he figured. He marked his place and dropped his book on the floor, and then slid his laptop in front of him and popped it open.
Yes. He'd gotten an email from Cara. Now that, he thought, would be some fun I wouldn't mind having. He grinned at the thought--it was a little premature. They hadn't even kissed yet, hadn't even technically gone on a date--just had coffee in the student union a couple of times after chem.
But he could tell she liked him. They were peas from the same pod, right down to the fact that she'd just emailed him half an hour ago, when she'd decided to take a quick break herself from studying. Yeah, they'd danced around the topic a bit, but it had been pretty clear they both felt the same way: interested, but unwilling to sacrifice valuable study time at the moment.
That was fine with Tim, really. Cara was awfully hot. He could play the slow game, and besides, it was a relief not having to worry about any hurt feelings over his lack of free time. He shot her a quick note back and moved on.
Spam, spam, spam. Besides Cara's note, just a lot of spam, all of it typical penis-enhancement promises and typo-riddled porno come-ons.
Except for one message. It was a porno come-on, but different from the thousands he'd deleted before. It was, like, maybe a little higher-end or something. Or maybe he was a little too hopped up on thoughts of Cara, but Tim double-clicked so it would open in its own window and he could see the whole message without scrolling.
The girl in the picture wasn't even naked. Or maybe she was, but you couldn't tell, because it was just a shot of her face. Oh, it was an attractive enough face--young and fresh and tasteful, but with eyes that were clearly hungry. And the glistening tip of her pink tongue just barely poked out from between her white teeth.
The message was clearly porn spam, though, and not for a dating site or something else. Directly underneath the girl's picture ran a legend in large type:
MASTURBATION IS FUN!
Tim laughed. He couldn't help it. It was so simplistic, it was almost stupid. And yet...
And yet he kept on looking at the girl's face. God, she was cute. Clearly the intent was to suggest that she thought masturbation was fun--and then it was just a short leap to actually imagining her masturbating. And having fun. No red-blooded heterosexual male would be able to help it. And once you were imagining her masturbating--and having fun--wouldn't it make you want to masturbate too? After all, she surely wouldn't mind. It was fun.
Tim laughed again. It was simple, it was stupid, but he couldn't deny that it was working. He did want to masturbate.
The spam didn't say anything about the site it was advertising. He wondered what it was like. He clicked on the girl's face, right on the wet pink tip of her tongue.
His browser sprang to life, the page resolving in high speed. The same girl was mounted on a bed on her knees, bent down and looking straight at the camera. She wore a tight top, and you could see straight into the dark crevice of her cleavage. She had a little skirt on. She was using supporting herself with one hand on the bed. The other hand was between her legs.
Beneath the bed were the same big words:
MASTURBATION IS FUN!
The picture was actually a Flash movie on a loop. Once it had loaded a second later, the girl started to sway and wiggle on the bed, bucking her head slightly and clearly pushing her fingers into the hidden place underneath her skirt. She looked up and said, licking her lips: "Masturbation is fun. Masturbation is fun. Masturbation is so much fun." Then she returned to whimpering and whining as if she were in heat, and the loop shortly returned to the beginning.
Oh, my God. Tim's cock felt like an iron bar pushing against his jeans. He yanked off his belt and unzipped his fly. Masturbation was so much fun--he'd always known that, of course, but shit. He watched her while he beat it, finally blowing a big, nasty load all over his stomach, and spattering the desk in the process.
"Phew," he murmured after he'd come all the way down from his orgasmic high. He dabbed himself clean with a tissue and looked at the girl on the screen, still repeating her mantra. "Well, that was fun."
He chuckled, quit the browser, and closed his laptop. Back to the books for at least another hour.