Fun by Tyrannosaurus Sex jjj7676@gmail.com
Thursday
Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
Oh no.
What had he done?
Tim woke up the next morning with the laptop sitting next to him in his bed. The computer had gone to sleep, the monitor was black, but he knew if he hit the space bar, the images that sprung to life in front of him would be pornography of the purest sort--no redeemable social value whatsoever, just prurience.
Oh shit. He had Organic Chem in an hour. He hadn't studied for the quiz at all, and he was bound to fail it, or almost. He had to go, though--he'd agreed to have coffee with Cara again after class.
Cara. Ugh. He didn't even want to think about her. She was such a sweet, innocent, nice girl--so smart, and so pretty--and he was such a fucking pervert. He burned with shame at just the thought of trying to have a normal conversation with her after how he'd spent the previous day.
He shifted his legs and bumped something. What was that? Oh, God--he pulled the dirty dildo from under the covers. Oh, his butt ached. He'd never wanted to put anything in his ass before yesterday, but God, how he'd ridden that thing.
What would she think of him if she knew? If she knew that while she and everyone else on campus were busy attending class, socializing, and getting things done, he'd been in his room all day playing with his cock? Ignoring everything he cared about just to have some fun.
Fun.
That was the thing. It had been fun. Tim's dick felt a little sore, and he'd violated his own ass for hours last night, pushing the rubber cock against his prostrate. His nipples stung, and he remembered how he'd twisted them, trying desperately to run his tongue across the hard little buds. The girl on that page--LICKING YOUR OWN NIPPLES IS FUN!--had looked like she meant it.
He was ready for more.
Tim tried to push the thought out of his mind. Whether he failed the quiz or not, he had to get to Organic Chem. He could just make some kind of excuse to Cara tell her he wasn't feeling well. And then he'd see her next week, after he'd gotten all of this sorted out.
Gotten what sorted out?
Shit, he thought. Gotten myself straightened out. This isn't me. I don't know why I'm acting like this. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist.
Because you like having fun?
"Ohhhh," he moaned. Why couldn't he get a hold of himself? Why did a hot, sexy feel course through him every time he heard that word? Why did he think all this porn and masturbation was so much...
Fun.
Because it was?
Yes, he thought with a shudder. Because it was.
He didn't make it to o-chem, but he managed to pick himself up and put on clothes, and to kill time wandering around the park near campus until dinner. He just couldn't be alone in his room, clearly.
When he got back, he approached his laptop with trepidation. Steeling himself, he put one finger on the space bar and another on the power button. He closed his eyes and pressed the space bar--God, how he wanted to look at the screen! As soon as he was sure the computer had woken itself up from its sleep completely, he hit the power button and the return key. He heard the computer whine softly and shut down.
Exhaling, he opened his eyes. The screen was black; the computer was off. He turned it back on. As long as he could resist the temptation to visit the site again, he thought he'd be OK. He hoped so, anyway.
There was an email from Cara in his inbox. She wanted to know if he was OK, obviously. Tim didn't generally miss classes, and especially not crucial classes on quiz days. He sighed and typed a note to her explaining that he'd had a sudden emergency but was fine. He kept the nature of the emergency vague. He'd have to make something up for the next time he saw her.
Maybe missing class had been a good thing. He'd have to bust his ass a little to catch up, and beg the professor to let him make up the quiz, but he'd clearly learned that it wasn't smart for him to spend so much time cooped up alone. Look at the consequences. With a grim laugh, he glanced at the bed, where the dildo's head poked out from under the sheet. Oh, shit, he'd have to throw that away as soon as possible.
Even if it had been fu--
He pushed the thought away. Maybe he could get Cara to agree to a real date before the semester crunch was over. They were both busy, sure, but why couldn't they make time on one weekend night? That was normal. He was pretty sure she'd agree. Heck, she probably thought he was weird for even wanting to wait until school slowed down. Heck, he obviously was weird or he wouldn't be in this mess.
Yes. He'd run into her tomorrow and ask her out for the next weekend. Maybe he'd even get lucky and she'd want to go out this weekend. Yes. He'd take her somewhere nice, put it on the credit card if he had to--
Oh, shit, he thought. The credit card.
In horror, he realized he had to log back into the site to cancel his membership. It recurred every thirty days, and he couldn't afford to pay $70 a month for smut he wasn't even going to look at.
Crap. Maybe he could leave it for now and do it later. After all, it wouldn't recur as long as he canceled before the next thirty-day cycle began.
No, he thought. That wouldn't be any good. He'd forget. He was organized, but he was busy, too. He'd forget and then he'd lose another $70. That would remind him, but he wasn't willing to pay that much money just because he was nervous about his lack of willpower right now.
Besides, he thought, better to get it all done and out of the way now.
Hesitantly, he opened his browser and typed in the site's URL.
He logged in, and braced himself. But the pictures and messages didn't seem to have the same force they'd had before. It was like it had been the night he'd impulsively signed up for it, when the masturbation-is-fun girl hadn't been nearly as exciting to him as before. He was aroused by the pictures, but it was well within his power to resist.
Phew. That was a relief. He clicked the "Support" link at the bottom of the page, and clicked through a series of links until he came to the one that said: "To cancel your account, click here." A form button was there.
He clicked the button. The site started to process his request.
Oh, man. In retrospect, he thought, this was really pretty funny. He'd obviously just needed to blow off some steam--or better, get laid--and had gone a little crazy for a couple of days. He was glad it was over, but it had been--
Well, yeah, fun. A faint residue of that familiar shiver of delight trickled through him. Nothing like before, though.
A new page started to resolve in his browser window. The title bar read: "Are you sure?" Oh, shit. Of course they were going to try to convince him to keep his membership. Tough for them. Yes, he was pretty damn sure he was canceling.
The page resolved. On the left, a link said, "Click here if you're sure you want to cancel."
On the right was a picture of a girl. Naked, brazen, dripping with sweat, she sat on a chair with her legs spread. A naked man knelt on one side of her. Another naked woman knelt on the other. Both their mouths were on her thighs, working their way up to her sticky, tiny pussy. She rested a hand gently atop each of their heads.
Above the girl another link said, "Or click here if you want to go all the way with our advanced membership."
The price was shown below. It almost exceeded the limit on Tim's one credit card. It would definitely be almost maxed out if he were to pay it, and he wouldn't even be able to afford more than one month.
Below the girl, in the font he'd grown so familiar with over the three days, a legend read:
GOING ALL THE WAY IS FUN!
Yanking his suddenly rock-solid cock out of his pants, Tim clicked the right link, jerking himself with a fury. He leaned in to lick the screen before the image of the girl disappeared.