Fun by Tyrannosaurus Sex jjj7676@gmail.com
Wednesday
Oh, shit. Tim tromped up the stairs to his room. He'd had two cups of coffee with dinner, but he still didn't feel quite right.
He had not slept well the night before. Or rather, he'd slept all too well--he hadn't woken up until his first class was more than halfway over. He'd still felt funny, even after the more than nine hours of dreamless sleep he must have had. His eyes stung a little, and his head ached.
He'd woken up with a big fucking boner, though.
He tried to go back to sleep, but exhausted as he seemed to be, it wouldn't happen. Sexy thoughts kept racing through his mind, keeping him awake, making his dick ache. He tried to think of Cara while he touched himself lightly, but it felt wrong. She wasn't that kind of girl.
She wasn't that kind of fun.
Oh. Fun. Yeah, he thought, he could use some fun. He wasn't hungry, didn't really feel sick--just strange. But fun. It must have been that porno site that was making him think of that word--his cock rose to full attention as an image of the rich virtual bimbo he'd jerked off to the night before pushing her moist, sweet pussy into his face came to mind. Oh, shit. Yeah, that would definitely be fun.
He scrambled out of bed and, still naked, sat down at his desk.
He pushed his o-chem book out of the way and onto the floor, and opened the laptop. Ohmigod, he thought. His hard-on was pulsing and jumping between his legs. Oh, man, maybe his friends had been right--maybe he'd been studying too much and this was the price: He'd gotten a little release and now he was craving more. Tim glanced at the clock. If he got up now, he could make it to his second class on time.
No, not today. He couldn't even fathom the idea. He hadn't missed a class all year. No, he needed to have some fun.
The site popped up and he logged in almost frantically. He hadn't even really had a chance to explore it last night--he'd just seen the rich bimbo-girl and basically blasted his nut right there.
But there was a lot to see. A lot. A lot of fun. The hours went by, and Tim didn't even notice. He toyed with his dick the whole time, precum leaking, never letting himself explode, until it was a raging purple monster standing stiffly between his legs.
He'd never realized how much fun there was to be had.
The site explained it all, though. Every pages--and there were so many pages--had a different girl with a different message to impart:
SUCKING PUSSY IS FUN! SPANKINGS ARE FUN! DIRTY PANTIES ARE FUN! GROUP SEX IS FUN!
...and so many more. He'd finally shot his sticky jizz after hours, looking at page that showed a pretty naked girl holding her hand to her mouth as if she were shocked by something incredibly naughty. But the only naughty thing in the pictorial was her, lowering her tight little ass right down on a fat plastic dildo, shiny with lubricant.
Underneath the picture, the words read:
DILDOES ARE FUN!
It was just past dinnertime when Tim had finally gotten himself off and then gotten cleaned up. Good. He had plenty of time still. He pulled his clothes on and ran downstairs and out of the dorm. The store he needed to visit was downtown, not that far away. He'd never been there, but everyone knew where that store was.
When he got back an hour later, clutching a brown paper bag, he didn't get any studying done. He knew he should at least read for an hour, but instead he logged back in to the site for more fun. It was extra-fun, now that he was bouncing up and down on his own slicked-up rubber cock.