Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 00:08:29 -0500
From: Tyrannosaurus Sex <jjj7676@gmail.com>
Subject: Fun, Chapter 1

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. <i>Now that,</i> he thought, <i>would
be some fun I wouldn't mind having.</i> 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 <i>she</i> 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 <i>her</i> masturbating--and having fun--wouldn't
it make <i>you</i> 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 <i>did</i> 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 <i>so much
fun."</i> Then she returned to whimpering and whining as if she were in
heat, and the loop shortly returned to the beginning.

<i>Oh, my God.</i> Tim's cock felt like an iron bar pushing against his
jeans. He yanked off his belt and unzipped his fly. Masturbation <i>was</i>
so much fun--he'd always known that, of course, but <i>shit.</i> 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.