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Subject: {ASSM} "Fun" (kinky, jerkoff, nc, slut conversion)
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Fun
by Tyrannosaurus Sex
jjj7676@gmail.com

This is a work of fiction. It is prurient in nature. You shouldn't read
it if you're not old enough.

----

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.



Tuesday
Tim dashed up the stairs to his room. His friends couldn't believe he
was going to devote the whole rest of his night to studying again, but
man, how it had paid off. He'd aced the o-chem quiz that morning--the
scores hadn't come back, but he knew it--and only a couple other people
in a class of more than fifty could say that.

Cara, of course, was one of them. Tim was pretty pleased with himself.
They'd had coffee again after class, and he'd been a little bolder with
her, suggesting that once Organic Chem was out of the way, maybe they
could go do something at night sometime? Laughing, she'd agreed with a
big smile. She'd asked about one of the problems on the quiz, and he'd
explained to her how to find the answer. It was obvious that she'd
missed it on the quiz, but equally obvious that she was impressed he'd
known it. Yeah, she was one smart cookie herself, and she was into him.

But he could think about that later. For now, more work. They'd have
another quiz on Thursday, and he had to be ready. He wasn't going to
blow it now that he could see the fruits of his labor.

Three hours in it was time for a break. Just like the night before, he
had an email from Cara waiting for him. "We must be on the same
schedule," he wrote her back, followed by a smiley.

Oh. The spam from the day before was still in his inbox, too--he'd
closed the computer without deleting it. Remembering his diversions of
the previous evening, he blushed. He clicked on the email to delete it,
but he couldn't help taking another look at the girl's face.

She was really cute. Oh, what was it about her expression that was
so...nasty? Naughty? Kinky? What was the right word?

Then he smiled. There it was: Fun. She looked like she'd be fun. He
wondered if she'd think he was any fun.

Oh, his hard-on was starting to swell again. Well, Tim supposed, it
couldn't hurt. He was hardly a porno addict--between yesterday and
today this was easily the most he'd looked at in weeks. He felt a
little guilty imagining what Cara would think--she definitely did not
seem like the type who went in for porn, for this particular kind of
fun--but he reminded himself that he wasn't married to her. Hell, they
hadn't even kissed. Hadn't even gone on a real date!

He clicked the ad again, staring at the girl's wet little tongue.

The site popped up just like the night before, but for some reason, it
wasn't the same. Oh, everything looked the same--the girl was on the
bed, gyrating and fingering herself,  mouthing the words over and over
again: "Masturbation is fun. Masturbation is so much fun." But whatever
sexual demon had possessed him last night wasn't rearing its head.

God, that was frustrating. It seemed weird, but Tim knew how he felt,
even if he couldn't describe it or why. Masturbation really had been so
much fun last night. And now it wasn't. Why not?

He stopped lazily stroking his hard-on and clicked the picture. The
link took him straight to the porn site's signup page. Typical. It
didn't even offer a free tour. Next to the signup form was just a
picture of another girl, just as sluttily attired as the masturbating
girl, but in more opulent clothing: a fur wrap that covered only her
intimate parts; high, expensive-looking stilletto heels; and jewelry so
big and sparkly it was almost trashy. She leaned against the side of
the browser window, and above her head ran another headline, in the
same font as the first one, but with a variation on the same theme:

JOINING IS FUN!

Holy shit, the site was expensive! Almost $70 for a 30-day membership.
Tim didn't really have that kind of money to spend--he was as
disciplined with his budget and the one credit card he had as he was
about his studies. But...

There was something about this new girl's face, how she smiled, how she
looked like she didn't give a shit about anything but--well, fun. She
was kind of a bimbo. Just the way she held her body suggested that she
would love the idea of spreading her legs right there, squealing in
delight as the first hard cock pierced her moistness. Yes, this was
definitely a fun girl. She knew how to have fun.

Maybe there were more pictures of her inside.

Tim found himself trying to keep one hand on his cock--which had
suddenly become as hard as it had been the night before--while he dug
his credit card out of his wallet. With his free hand, he punched in
the numbers and his personal information. Finally, finally, he was in!

The browser opened up to a new, secure page now that he was a member of
the site. The girl from the signup page was there again, but now she
was on her back on an expensive leather couch, her fur unwrapped but
still with all her trashy bling. Actually--oh, God--she even had
delicately, tastefully pierced nipples with big shiny diamonds dangling
from them.

Above her a new legend read:

YOU JOINED ME!
LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!

Sonofabitch. Tim gripped his cock and squeezed, and his load blasted
all over his stomach, his shirt, his only halfway-removed pants, and
his desk.

Finally, several minutes later, his breathing slowed and he assessed
himself.

What had he done? He'd just blown $70 to get himself off--although he
had to admit it was easily the best orgasm he could ever remember
having, alone or with a girl. Masturbation was fun.

But joining? God, that had been stupid. Well, he thought...

Stupid. But fun.

He supposed $70 wouldn't break him, and it wasn't like he was going to
get it back now anyway. With a sigh, he quit the browser. He deleted
the spam this time, but he supposed it didn't matter. Now that he'd
bought the membership--he had a note confirming the purchase in his
inbox--he'd probably go back, just so the money wasn't wasted.

Tim tried to study for another hour like he'd promised himself he
would, but he couldn't concentrate. Finally, he just went to bed.



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.



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.



Friday
Tim didn't sleep through class on Friday morning, but only because he
was still awake from the night before. He sure wasn't going to go,
though. That was behind him now.

What mattered now was fun.

He'd been a little nervous when he'd gone all the way the night before.
The advanced membership had been literally thousands of dollars a
month--nothing he could afford--and he'd been even more horrified when
he'd discovered that you weren't allowed to cancel that membership.

He wasn't even sure that was legal, but he found that the part of his
brain that worried about legality and that kind of thing wasn't really
working right anymore. He'd blown a pretty hard load all over his
monitor when he'd watched the "Being Bimbos and Himbos is Fun!" video
earlier--a big party scene, full of hot-bodied girls and guys who
clearly had no mental energy to devote to anything but fucking and
eating each other's dicks and pussies. There was certainly no chance
he'd been doing any Organic Chemistry any time in the future. Now, on
some level, he understood that cancellation was simply not an option.
He'd chosen to pay the site an ungodly sum of money every month, and
even if he hadn't quite known all the details, he didn't get to change
his mind now.

It didn't matter. What he'd learned was that fun could pay for itself.

The phone rang, and Tim picked it up. "Yes?" he breathed into the
receiver. He listened. "OK. Yes. OK."

He'd spent awhile watching the "Sucking Cock is Fun!" video--a lot
longer than he'd have ever guessed he'd spend before today. It had
started out with couple of little femaile cuties demonstrating their
own techniques on a pair of thick, rigid cocks attached to hot models.
Then the girls had brought in a couple of new students. The two new
guys were both supposed to be straight, but Tim had to admit the girls
had been pretty clever. They'd slid their tight cunts down over the
models' cocks, getting them slick with girlyjuice. And then they'd
offered the hard dicks to the straight boys. Obviously it wouldn't be
too gay if they were licking pussy cream off of hard cocks.

Of course, by the time the guys were sure they'd gotten all the
girlcream off of the models' dicks, they didn't seem to care too much
about being straight anymore. Certainly not with the girls exhorting
over and over, "Sucking cock is fun! Sucking cock is fun! Isn't it so
much fun to suck cock?"

Tim hadn't even put a cock in his mouth before and he had to agree it
was fun. He was pretty sure he wouldn't even need it to be slicked up
with girly fuckstuff before he tried one. He was definitely sure of it
by the time he was done with the next videos, "Fucking Men is Fun!" and
"You're Totally Bi Now, and It's Fun!"

But he hadn't figured everything out until a little while later, after
he'd seen the latest video that had sent him over the edge, leaving
ropes of cum hanging all over the desk and chair and his body.

He hung up the phone. He supposed he should clean up, but he didn't
really think his guest would care. Still, even a bisexual himbo slut
knew it never hurt to make a good first impression on a new customer.
He grabbed a towel and headed for the shower.

BEING A MALE PROSTITUTE IS FUN! read the legend below the latest video
on the screen.

***

Later, after his third guest of the night had left, Tim counted the
bills he'd collected from them. It was amazing how much money some men
would pay to have trashy sex with a real college boy in a real college
dorm--especially if the boy really knew how to have fun. At this point,
there wasn't too much fun Tim wasn't willing to have.

He was sore, and he knew he should sleep. He was barely out of
adolescence, but even his young body couldn't come all day like this.
Still, he cock twitched.

With a mischievous grin, he flipped open his laptop and went to the
site.

He turned away from it not thirty minutes later, exhausted. Cum
spattered the keyboard. He supposed he'd have to get a new computer
soon, but that wouldn't be too tough, not if the money was as good as
it had been tonight.

Well, his site membership was still going to cost him an arm and a leg
every month, and he'd have to whore himself constantly--but of course,
that would be fun. And at least now, he thought, he'd be able to bring
in twice the money.

 From the computer's speakers came a swoooosh that signaled his email
had just been sent. It was late now, but Cara would get it tomorrow. He
couldn't wait to talk to her.

On the monitor, a pretty girl and a hot guy, both dressed in
form-fitting party clothes, had their arms around another pretty
girl--this one was dressed more conservatively, in jeans and a sweater,
but it didn't look like she'd be wearing them much longer, not if the
way she was smiling at the naked old man on the bed in front of them
was anything to go by.

TURNING YOUR FRIENDS INTO HOOKERS IS FUN! read the legend. CLICK HERE
TO SEND A FREE MEMBERSHIP TO ONE PERSON OF YOUR CHOICE!

----

Author's note: Thanks for reading this far! If you enjoyed this story,
it would sure mean a lot if you dropped a brief note to me at
jjj7676@gmail.com. In fact, it would mean a lot to any of the authors
you like here or on any similar sites if you dropped them a brief note.
It's not so much that we need attention or compensation for our
work--it's that it turns us on knowing someone else gets off on our
stories as much as we do. Of course, we like the attention and
compensation, too.

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