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Meaningless Masturbation?


Josh lay on his bed with his fist wrapped around his cock, pumping away his frustrations. It was months since he'd last got laid, and the few dates he'd been on recently had been flops -- there just never seemed to be any chemistry with the girls he met, and none of his dates, not even the most casual, tentative, initial chat-over-a-coffee kind of meeting, had led to a second date, let alone a night in the sack.

It had been like this since he'd moved to university, leaving behind a steady girlfriend in his hometown. They'd tried to keep things going long-distance for a while -- she came to visit him in the dull English midlands city his university was based in, he'd gone back to see her a few times, but eventually, the relationship fizzled out and they'd agreed they should 'see other people'. Last he'd heard, Sally was getting banged regularly by one of his old school buddies, and the talk around town was they were going to get engaged soon.

In the meantime, Josh had passed up the opportunities and temptations presented during the first few weeks at university. Amongst his classmates there had been a flurry of couplings at the various fresher's parties, both one-offs and the beginnings of long-term relationships, but he'd tried to stay above all that -- in the initial stages of his academic life he'd been determined to stay faithful to Sally.

He'd even decided, before he arrived at university, that he'd get a shared house away from the campus, rather than living in college residences. Talking it over with Sally, they'd decided it would be easier for her to visit if she didn't have to come to some cramped room with thin walls and eavesdropping students on either side. Besides, the college rooms only had single beds, and they'd both shuddered at the thought of how a narrow uncomfortable bed would cramp their sex life.

Now he was single, all it meant was a thirty minute walk from the student union bar back to his house, enough to deter a lot of girls from 'coming to his room' whenever he suggested it. In classes, Josh listened enviously to his classmates' stories about the bed-hopping going on in the student residences. All in all, Josh thought his life sucked, and he regretted pretty much all of the decisions he'd made over the last few months.

Josh held his cock vertically, jutting it away from his body. His masturbatory technique was fast and hard -- he was tense, and he needed to cum quickly. His jerking fist was producing the desired effect, and Josh could feel his balls tightening and his shaft becoming more sensitive to his pumping as his orgasm drew closer. Then the moment came where Josh felt his cock swell between his fingers, and he knew he was about to blow. Now he slowed down, desperately resisting the urge to bring his masturbatory session to a conclusion.

For a few moments his hand moved slowly up and down his swollen rod. He was on the brink, and the tension in his balls increased. Finally, it was like a hair-trigger -- the slightest movement of his fingers would be enough set him off, and he came -- the pent-up semen shot forcefully out of his cock and spattered over his chest, almost as far as his chin, followed by a second spurt which fell on his stomach and a third which oozed out of his cock and coated his shaft and pubic hair. Josh felt an immense sense of relief. The trouble was, he knew his horniness and frustration would build up again in an hour or so, and sooner or later he'd be back where he started, seeking the only form of stress reduction available to him.


Josh shared his house with Ellie, which came about because he'd been let down by his original housemate. When he first moved in, Josh shared the house with some guy called Eric, a second year student he'd contacted on the university Facebook page after seeing Eric's posting saying he needed a roommate. One month into semester, Eric had a meltdown and quit the university, leaving Josh with an empty second bedroom and a requirement to pay the full cost of the rent, rather than split it with a housemate.

Josh placed adverts on every notice board around campus, on all the student forums and classified advert websites. His big problem was that this far into semester, most people had already found a place to live. For two weeks he showed a trickle of prospective housemates around the house. Most of them thought the setup was OK, but consistently, the rental price, relative to the distance from campus, was too high. Josh began to worry about being stuck here alone, but Sally convinced him she'd be more likely to visit him with a house to themselves, so it would be worth his while keeping it. Josh had given himself one more week to find a housemate before he accepted he'd be paying the rent by himself.

Ellie appeared two days before Josh's self-imposed deadline. She didn't mind the distance from campus. She had a boyfriend in her hometown -- he was older, and provided her with a car and the financial support to run it. She wasn't even going to be there much as she'd managed to arrange her classes so they were all on a Tuesday or Wednesday, and she planned to spend the rest of the week with her boyfriend. Sally approved of all this -- having a girl move in with Josh might have been threatening, but if she already had a boyfriend and wasn't intending to be there more than two nights a week, it effectively mean Josh had the house to himself for half the price.

Of course, once Sally lost interest in Josh, the new arrangement meant Josh spent five nights a week alone. Ellie would come in late on Monday night, complete with a takeout pizza which she'd eat in the kitchen before heading to bed. She'd get up early on Tuesday and spend all day in class. Josh and Ellie usually exchanged a few words when they cooked dinner at the same time on Tuesday nights, and they'd watch TV together for an hour or so. They saw so little of each other it was difficult to find any connection. After comparing their progress in their respective courses (Josh -- History, Ellie -- Psychology), there wasn't much else to talk about. Ellie would rise early again on Wednesday, and by the time Josh got back from classes, she would have gone back to her boyfriend.


Ellie gunned her car down the motorway, switching lanes with an aggressive jerk of the steering wheel, cutting off slower drivers before accelerating back up to eighty-five. Her life sucked. Her boyfriend Rick was a dickhead -- the dozen years he had on her were starting to show -- all he wanted to do was sit around and drink beer, and she was supposed to be grateful because he paid for everything. Her housemate was dull -- all he did was lay around in his room, moping for his old girlfriend. If Josh was always this boring, Ellie thought his girlfriend was probably right to have given him the flick.

Right now, what Ellie wanted was some fun. She wanted to hook up with her girlfriends and hit the town. She wanted to do something crazy. She wanted a damn good lay. Ellie's train of thought paused as she squirmed a little in her seat. God, did she need a proper fuck. She cast her mind back to the previous night, and the way Rick had rolled onto her and humped into her for a few minutes, before ejaculating halfheartedly and rolling back off. It seemed like forever since she'd had a proper mind-blowing orgasm.

Ellie was still thinking about her need for a good hard fuck when she pulled up outside the house she shared with Josh. Once she'd finished messing about finding a place to park and dragged her bags inside, she went to the kitchen. Almost on autopilot, she flicked the kettle on. It was only when she went to look for teabags that she realized she didn't want to sit around and drink tea then go to bed for an early night. It was still early enough to get into a club. Why the hell not?

There was no sign of Josh. Ellie assumed he'd be in his room like he always was. With nobody else around for company, Ellie toyed with the idea of asking Josh if he fancied coming along with her. After all, if he was no fun she could always shake him off and go on the pull. Ellie didn't seriously intend hunting for casual sex that night -- she felt too loyal to her boyfriend -- but even so, the thought she could do it sent a frisson of excitement down her spine. Her mood was already improving.

Standing outside the door to Josh's room, Ellie paused, wondering if it was really worth the bother asking him to come out for a drink. She thought about how bored she was, and how much she didn't want to go out by herself, and without giving herself time to change her mind, rapped her knuckles on the door. There was no reply. Ellie knocked again, a little louder this time. There was still no reply. He was probably asleep, the miserable boring fucker. Ellie was on the brink of giving up, but decided to check if he was in -- she really wanted to go out and have a drink or six.

This time, she didn't bother knocking, but just turned the door handle and opened the door ajar a little, assuming she'd see Josh asleep on his bed. When she looked, Ellie's eyes widened in surprise -- Josh was naked on the bed, jerking away at his cock.

Josh was engrossed in his masturbation, and remained completely unaware of Ellie's presence in the doorway. She looked on, unable to take her eyes from the scene unfolding in front of her. Josh, it turned out, had a pretty good body -- sure he was a bit skinny, but he was lean and muscled. And that was a pretty nice cock between his legs. Ellie took in the way Josh's dick was swollen beneath his fingers, and the way his balls shook as he pumped at his shaft.

Ellie shook her head, it seemed a shame Josh was such a dweeb -- if he tried harder he could have any girl he wanted. With a final, rueful smile, Ellie began to quietly close the door. At that moment, Josh came, with a shudder that went through his body, and a jerk of his hips. Semen went flying from his knob and over his chest and hands. Ellie paused. Wow! That was quite the ejaculation! Ellie had never watched a man wanking before, and was taken aback by the force of Josh's orgasm and the way the spunk sprayed so generously over his chest.

Now he'd cum, Josh became aware of Ellie's shadow blocking the doorframe. He turned to look at her, scrabbling for his bedclothes at the same time, trying to cover his softening, leaking cock.

"Hey, what are you doing there?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come out for a drink, but I can see you're busy."

Josh blushed, "Er, yeah. You didn't see anything, did you?"

Ellie laughed out loud and said, "Of course I saw. I couldn't help it. Hey, it's no big deal. I'll catch you some other time."

She pulled the door closed, and left Josh to wallow in his embarrassment.


Ellie went back to the kitchen and flicked the switch on the kettle. There wasn't much point doing anything now. She might as well have that cup of tea and go to bed.

As she waited for the kettle to boil, Ellie played back the events of the last few minutes in her mind. She smiled to herself. It had been funny, seeing Josh squirming with embarrassment. But there was something more. Watching him jerk himself, and seeing him cum like that was kind of hot. Ellie dunked a teabag in a mug and waited impatiently for it to brew. She was keen to get to her room now. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to rub away some of her own frustrations.

In his room, Josh wrapped himself in his sheets and willed himself to sleep. Oh God! What was he going to do? Ellie was the only girl he ever spoke to these days. Sure, it was obvious she thought he was dull, but it wasn't so bad sharing a house with her. Now she'd think he was an even bigger loser than she already did. When would things ever go right for him?

Lost in his frustrations, and unable to sleep, Josh reached to cup his balls in his fingers. The feeling of his testicles moving in his scrotum, and the way the skin seemed to move of its own accord, comforted him. He began to tug at his ball sack. His cock slowly came back to life, and after a few minutes, Josh could feel it push at the sheets as it stiffened again.

Along the hallway, Ellie lay in her bed with her legs spread apart. She was tracing a fingertip over her clitoris, so delicately her movements barely made contact with the sensitive nub at the apex of her pussy. Even so, there was a warm tingle building between her legs. After a few minutes of this, Ellie pushed the finger between her labia. Her pussy was wet, as she knew it would be. A quiver went through her body as she felt her finger slide inside. She pushed the digit deep into her pussy, scooping up the pool of juices, then moved it back to her clit.

This time Ellie was more forceful, and rubbed at her clit with her lubricated finger. Oh fuck, she needed this. She thought about Rick, about the sensation of his cock inside her. For a few seconds it was enough to make her rub harder, but as a turn-on, it soon palled. Unbidden, Ellie's mind turned to her memory of Josh masturbating, and the sight of him cumming. A wave of wetness gushed from her pussy, and Ellie's fingers moved more quickly in an effort to hasten her climax.

For a brief moment, Ellie realized she was fantasizing about her housemate, and held herself in check. It was no good -- the urgency she felt between her legs was too compelling. She pushed all her competing thoughts to the back of her mind, and reached her other hand down to push a finger into her pussy whilst continuing to rub frantically at her clit. Ellie wasn't thinking about anybody now -- all her focus was on bringing herself to orgasm.

Ellie was on the brink, with her wetness creaming around the finger in her pussy. She bit her lower lip and tried to suppress an urge to moan out loud.

Josh was masturbating too. Once he was hard he had stopped tugging at his balls and took hold of his shaft. Immediately, he began stroking himself with a steady rhythm, gripping his cock tightly in an effort to bring himself off as quickly as he could. His thoughts moved from his sexual frustration to his embarrassment at being caught jerking off, then back to his urge to get laid. What could he do? There didn't seem to be an answer, and Josh gave up thinking, and focused on pumping his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, and picked up the pace even more.

Ellie's climax came -- a contraction of her vaginal walls, a gush of wetness, and an electric charge, shooting out from her pussy. In the other room, Josh could feel semen release from his balls and shoot up his shaft. He felt relief, and after pumping his cock dry, finally let go of it. Alone in their separate rooms, Josh and Ellie pulled their sheets tighter around their bodies and curled up to wait for the new morning.


Ellie had gone to the university by the time Josh got up the next morning. He needed to attend an 11 a.m. European Civilization in the Middle Ages lecture, and afterwards was going to spend some time in the library, finding material for an essay discussing whether newspapers just described history, or played a role in shaping it. There had been some serious hints in the last tutorial about how many sources were 'sufficient' and Josh hadn't done enough reading. He knew it was time to knuckle down and get some work done.

In the Psychology Building, Ellie was doodling in the margins of the handouts for her Experimental Psychology lecture. Around the lecture theater, students sat with glazed-over expressions. The intricacies of experimental design and hypothesis testing were beginning to get boring. Up until then, she'd been too busy getting ready, and dashing onto campus to think about the events of the previous evening. Now, with the lecturer's monotone a dull drone in the background, she let her mind wander. It wasn't long before her thoughts returned to the sight of Josh, lay on his bed, pumping his cock, and the way she'd climaxed a little while later.

Josh was the first one home -- the silence of the library, and the jargon-laden journal articles he'd been trying to read eventually become too much. It was much later, after seven in the evening when Ellie returned. Josh was in the living room with the TV was on, whilst simultaneously scrolling through Facebook on his phone and listening to Radiohead through his headphones. He only noticed Ellie when she collapsed into the armchair in the opposite corner of the room and said, "Shit, that was a long day. Do you fancy a beer?"

It took Josh a moment to register Ellie's presence and realize she was talking to him. His reply was vague, "What?"

"C'mon Josh. Do you want a drink? I want to go to the pub. I'll shout you," Ellie's tone was impatient. She wanted a yes or no answer so she could move on and make other plans.

"You sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. It's been a long day, and I need a beer, and I don't want to go to the pub by myself."

Even though Josh and Ellie had shared the house for a few months, this was the first time they'd gone to the pub together. There was one on the corner of their street, a local boozer, with a sticky red carpet, a dartboard in one corner, and a pool table in a room at the back. After they'd got their drinks, they looked around, searching for a place to sit. There were locals, old men in small groups, or middle-aged couples, sat at most of the tables. Ellie peered into to the back room, and said, "Do you want a game of pool? There's no-one at the table."

Playing pool gave them something to do, and helped cover the fact they didn't know each other very well or have much to say to each other. They drank their pints as they played, and by the time they'd won a hard-fought game each, Josh had gone to the bar and bought a second round. The beer, mixed with the friendly competition helped them relax. Eventually, Ellie felt emboldened enough to look up from the shot she was eying up and ask Josh, "Are you ever going to get over that girlfriend of yours?"

Josh blushed, and said, "I dunno. I'm over her I think. I just haven't had any luck meeting anyone else."

Ellie took her shot, her eye following the red ball into the corner pocket. When the ball disappeared, she looked up, satisfied, and said, "You need to lighten up. Women can smell desperation you know."

"Yeah. That's what they say. It's a vicious circle though isn't it?" Josh replied.

"Maybe. You should be a bit more positive." Ellie paused to watch Josh bending over to line up his shot, then continued, "You're alright looking. You just need to go out and get meet women and see what happens. Chat up some girls on the dancefloor or something. Who cares if a few say no? You'll get lucky eventually."

Josh didn't know what to say, and concentrated on lining up the angles for a tricky shot into the middle pocket. When he eventually played and missed, he handed the cue back to Ellie and remarked, "It's alright for you."

"Why? Cos I've got a boyfriend? I suppose so," Ellie said, vaguely.


Back at the house, Ellie went to the kitchen while Josh turned the TV on. As she waited for the kettle to boil, Ellie called into the living room, "Is there anything on?"

"Not a lot. The news. A detective show on ITV. Wait a second," Josh flicked through the channels, impatiently scrolling through the ones showing nothing but old period dramas, and the home shopping channels, "There's a movie on FilmFour, Y Tu Mamá También, starting in five minutes. It's got subtitles, but it gets a good write-up."

"Yeah, I've heard of it," Ellie called back, "It's meant to be pretty dirty. You OK with that?"

"Sure, of course," Josh replied, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Ellie entered the living room and handed Josh a cup of tea, "Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe you wouldn't want reminding about sex. You're already frustrated enough."

Josh mumbled awkwardly into his tea, "That's not fair," but Ellie had sat down at the other end of the couch and was too busy making herself comfortable to listen to his reply.

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