Imasturbated

This story came about after a conversation with prolific lit writer

MatthewVett

(go check out his stuff, its great). He had invented the initial version of the app, and we wound up having a conversation similar to the one the Matthew in the story has with Gwen. I proposed the same changes she does, and an entire plotline rolled out of me. Matthew the writer gave his blessing, and I created a whole new story out of it. I hope you like it! Everyone here is post college so... I don't know, 25? 26?

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Oh, Jesus.

The series of photos he was clicking through varied in how much skin they showed and in just how sexually Beth was displaying herself. Some of them featured very tasteful, elegant dresses, while others had her dressed a little more sexually when she went out to a nightclub or whatever she did with herself. Then there were several where she was at the beach, in a pool, or a hot tub, and every time she wore the skimpiest bikinis he had ever

seen

. Her long auburn hair draped over her shoulders, her perpetual broad smile unwavering... and that

ass

...

Matthew exhaled, stroking his naked, well-lubed cock. His friend Beth had always been a spitfire. Back in college she was a shameless flirt. The sort of girl who cranked up the party the second she arrived, flashing her underwear in bars. She was always good looking; a little extra curvy with amazing tits and a round, plump ass. He had never seen her do it in person, but her Facebook was full of pictures of her cosplaying at different conventions. After they graduated she started acting professionally; there was an active theater community in the city, and she was always in different plays. He went to see her once or twice and she was great, always playing a vampy, sexual character. Somewhere along the line she really got into belly dancing. Her curvy body and soft tummy were perfect for it. Then she apparently got more serious about acting and her extra bit of weight started falling off. She looked even more gorgeous now, like an elegant dancer. He loved it, even if he kind of missed her incredible curves.

Now that she had her new body, she was

way

more into posting pics of herself on Facebook. Hot, tight dresses and tiny bikinis, even one or two that looked like amateur modeling shots where she wore only a man's dress shirt, exposing her bare shoulders and those long, perfect legs, an almost perfectly placed shadow at the apex of her thighs.

He groaned, feeling the tension rise deep inside his body as he imagined what it would look like if she slipped that shirt a little lower, exposing those lush, creamy tits. Fuck, she was hot... his body shuddered, and he cried out, his cock twitching as he spurted a jet of cum up into the air between him and the computer screen, splatting over his legs. He gripped the base firmly with each spasm, feeling his insides clench, gasping with each spurting arc of cum. His head spun, imagining his cum splashing over her sexy tummy, or her face...or up inside of what he could only imagine was a smooth, pretty pussy...

Slowly, the heady swirl of his orgasm faded and he was left breathing heavily, naked from the waist down but for his socks, his lap thoroughly splattered with his cum as the slideshow of images culled from his friend's Facebook page continued to cycle through his laptop screen. He sat up slowly, reaching for the tissues on his desk, still watching them. Fuck, but this girl was so hot. He knew she hadn't expressly put these pictures on social media so that guys could jerk off to them, but it sure FELT like she did. He cleaned his hand first, and then moved the tissue to his opposite hand so he could close the window, clearing away the evidence of his indiscretion.

Once the window closed, he was left looking at her Facebook page. As he cleaned up his lap, his eyes trailed over the myriad of functions, the ads, the messaging. Too bad there's not a 'just jerked off to you' button, he thought idly to himself with a smirk. His cock, even after having just spurted a coffee mug full of cum in a

very

satisfying masturbation session, twitched at the thought. He smiled, imagining what that would be like. Her phone would chime, and she'd look at it, and a little icon would show up. Something about that seemed really fucking hot.

He finished cleaning himself up, and reached down between his legs for his shorts, pulling them up again with his underwear.

This

, he thought, is the definition of procrastinating. He was supposed to be debugging some code for the website he had been hired to create. It was absolute tedium, something he basically did mindlessly, and his mind had wandered to the point where he was jerking it to college friends with hot asses.

He had been running his own graphic and web design company for almost three years now. He maintained a small office space downtown that he kept pretty much immaculate for when he met clients, but it wasn't weird for him to go a week without stepping inside it. Almost all his work was done in his apartment. It was pretty much a dream job for a reclusive nerd like himself; he might have maintained a good group of friends from college, but he was always much better at keeping to himself than he was at interacting with people. That's why jobs like this, basic debugging and code writing, were both a blessing and a curse. He smiled again as he flipped over to the code he was working on, thinking again about the notion of being able to notify Beth about what he'd done...

A thought clicked in his mind. Was there a particular reason why he

couldn't

do that? Anyone could build an app, it was a totally open market. You could build something that linked up with Facebook and other social media and... huh....

He opened up Notepad and quickly started writing code. It wasn't really all that hard, honestly. He was able to quickly grab a few bits of non-proprietary code online and rewrote them. An alternate app that let you access your own Facebook account and view only the pictures of your friends, and then quickly cull them down to just the photos you want and create a slideshow. Easy. and then; just a button. He wasn't sure what it would say, so for now he simply wrote "iMasturbated'. He thought it would be a fun play on iPhone, but it didn't really read that way. He thought about it. iCame? iCum? He'd get back to it. That was basically it... but... he kinda wanted to make sure the user had

actually

done it before they

said

they had? How would he...

He thought about it for a second before Googling a little, looking into the fitness scanner technology that was being installed in all the new model phones. Okay... yeah, you could set the app to only accept an input if it detected that the person holding the phone had certain features. A little more googling. Heartrate was easy... but... endorphins? No, there's no blood chemistry tracker. Maybe blood pressure? A little trickier, but... Yeah, doable...

Finally, he plugged in his old phone, installed the mock-up of the app, and ran it. Everything looked functional! It wouldn't actually be able to interact with Facebook yet. Even if it could, he'd actually have to jerk off again in order to test it. he should probably get back to work...

He sat there, staring at the screen for a minute. Finally, rolling his eyes, he clicked over to Pornhub, and started to undo his pants.

Twenty minutes later, he grabbed his phone, exhaling heavily after just having another heavy spasming orgasm, his monitor still showing the video of the blonde twin sisters making out while they were each being fucked from behind by guys that could only be German porn stars. He unlocked his phone, clicked on the app, and the screen immediately lit up green, indicating that he was tripping the phone's fitness sensors. The phone knew he had cum. If his Facebook account was linked to it, he could press this button, and whoever's pictures he had been looking at would receive a notification...

He dropped back into his chair, pushing the hand that wasn't smeared with lube and cum through his hair. That was pretty fucking awesome. But... what to

do

with it?

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"I want to market a phone app for jerking off to your Facebook friends."

Gwen raised an eyebrow, still sucking on the straw in her lemonade. "Wow." she finally said, lowering it from her mouth and setting it on the table between them. "That's a new one."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her palms. Gwen was one of his most practical friends. They had actually met in college when she had dated his roommate freshman year, but while he actually couldn't recall that guy's name Gwen had remained one of his closest confidants. They were both more or less self-employed; He ran his small one-person design company and she had opened an antique store that specialized in sixties and seventies era kitsch. When they had met as freshmen she had been getting over her teenage goth-girl phase, but now she seemed much more comfortable in her own skin; she had short-cropped hair that was currently a robust purple, although she was currently wearing a green beanie that sat back casually on her head. In her earlobes were small black gauges instead of earrings, and she still wore the nose ring that was her long-time trademark... something Matthew usually hated but even he had to admit looked great on her. Her arms were both full-sleeve tattoos. She wore a stylish hoodie, tattered jeans and converse. No matter where she was, it was always clear that she was the coolest person in the room.

"I mean, do you really need an app for that?" She asked, completely skipping over the fact that he had started the conversation with something so weird.

"It streamlines the process, but it also makes it so you can send the person a notification so they know you did it..." he said, giving her a brief explanation of the software as he dug out his phone and opened it, showing it to her.

She nodded, listening in her very non-judgemental way, resting a hand on the table as she examined the app.

"... So it only works when you've

actually

cum." he finished, smiling at her, proud of the design.

"iMasturbated?" she finally asked, a smirk on her face.

He shrugged. "The name's a work in progress."

She nodded, setting the phone back on the table, sliding it toward him. "Okay, so, you do see the problem with this, right?"

Matthew blinked. He hadn't really considered that there would be a problem with it, it had all seemed pretty fantastic to him. "Ah... I mean... it might be hard to actually get onto the app store..."

She shook her head, picking up her lemonade again. "No, that's easy enough to get around; you put a limited version up for free on your own site, and then charge for an enhanced version." she said, taking a sip, and then setting it down again. "Okay, Matt, I appreciate that you're excited here, but has it occurred to you that some women don't

want

to know if you're jerking off to them?"

He felt a small lump in his throat.

"Oh... I mean... I've never done it to

you

..."

She waved him off. "I don't care. I wasn't talking about me specifically, but I mean, is that really fair to the girls you're jerking off to? Like, she's in the middle of a meeting at work, her phone goes off... Matthew jerked his dick looking at your tits?" She shrugged, her expression clearly indicating that that wouldn't be something a person would want.

He started to answer, but the waitress walked over with their food. He looked up at her, not really wanting to talk about this stuff in front of her. She was a bit older, very classically pretty, her blonde hair tied back, smiling pleasantly as she placed their sandwiches down on the table. He couldn't help but notice the way her uniform was cut against her tits, giving him just a little view of her cleavage, but as she looked up to ask if they needed anything else, he quickly looked away, not wanting her to know he was ogling her. Which suddenly drove home just what Gwen was talking about. He knew that, given the opportunity, he could totally jerk off to the sight of this waitress, but it wasn't something he needed to

tell

her, as hot as that might be.

She walked away, and he nodded to Gwen, who was in the middle of picking up her chicken salad sandwich. "Yea... okay, I guess. I wasn't... really thinking about anybody else." He shrugged, reaching for his burger. "Guess I should scrap it."

"Well, hang on..." Gwen said, finishing her bite. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I didn't say the whole idea is bad, you just need to figure out a way people can consent to it," she said, setting the sandwich down and picking up her lemonade again. "I mean, lots of people would love something like this."

Matthew tilted his head. "Would you?"

She didn't respond. Instead she reached for her knife and started cutting the sandwich in half. "Have you ever seen Reddit gone wild?"

He blinked, nodding, taking a bite of his burger.

That

was interesting. Lots of girls put all sorts of photos of themselves online, and people commented on each other's pics and videos... It was all really hot. If he built a server that people could upload their pics onto, and people could find them and notify the poster that they had jerked off... "That's..." I said, finishing my bite. "That's a really interesting idea..."

She smiled. "You could even put in, like, a messaging feature?"

He considered that for a second. "Maaybe... that could be fun, but... it might actually be hotter if the only communication you can send is the fact that you jerked off?"

"Or jilled off. You know men are going to want to put pictures on there. You're probably going to get a good amount of gay traffic too."

He hadn't considered that. "Wow... okay... do I... do anything with that? Separate them out?"

She shrugged. "Why? If people put their photos on your server, and people are enjoying them..."

He thought about that, taking a bite and chewing softly. Yeah, it really didn't matter. "Huh. This is going to take some work." He said, looking at her again. "So... do you want in on this?"

Gwen laughed, finishing her half of her sandwich. "Are you kidding me? No. No, of course I don't want in on your jerkoff app." she said, reaching across the table and punching him in his arm. "But don't let me stop you, slugger. No good idea ever happened online that porn didn't do first."

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Matthew rubbed his eyes, very aware that he hadn't slept in very close to thirty hours.

After his lunch with Gwen, he had gone out and picked up the tools he'd need to build a basic server. Nothing fancy, it was almost completely storage space. It was a pretty regular part of his normal work, so it was easy enough to do for himself. He put the whole thing on his business card. It came out to a little over four thousand dollars, but if this didn't work, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to use them elsewhere.

He assembled it in his spare room, along with a few other projects he had been working on. He had extremely high performance internet in his apartment because of his work. It wouldn't be able to handle

huge

levels of traffic, but even if his app vastly exceeded his expectations, it would be months before he had to worry about that.

Once that was done, the next step was to rework the actual app. He went in and trimmed out all the Facebook functionality. He didn't delete it, since there was always a later use for anything you wrote, but he took it out of the app's code. Instead, he created a simple interface that would allow you to make an account and upload photos to it. Other users could browse and cull the photos just like before, creating a slideshow. With a little bit of work, he also added a feature that was blocked on the regular app, letting someone upload and view photos. It was really easy to set up the payment system so people could unlock the feature, linking it to a new Paypal account.

To test it, he needed to set up his own account. He started with just a selfie for his profile picture. And then a few of him to test the picture scrolling. He was getting a little exhausted at this point, so he started to get a little goofy, taking off his shirt, and even getting a few fully nude ones... imagining some woman actually checking him out and rubbing herself while she looked. How cool would that be, he thought, to have

his

phone ping with a notification that someone had gotten off to this?

He uploaded the photos, and just for good measure a video of himself stroking his cock. Go big or go home, he figured. The server took it just fine, it could be accessed by other users no problem. He started to delete his account, wanting to make sure it was very easy to do, but decided that he might as well leave it up. If he was going to expect anyone to be interested in his app, he had to put his money where his mouth was.

Finally, after a day and a half he was wrapping up the testing. The next step, basically, would normally be to put it into beta but this wasn't something he was doing as part of a company initiative. It was just something he was throwing online. Rather than beta testing... maybe....

He exhaled, leaning tiredly over his laptop, moved the mouse over the 'publish' button... and clicked it.

Okay... It's live.

He looked back and forth between his laptop and the server, and the blinking lights indicating the internet connection, imagining all the little spurts of electricity, coding ones and zeros... every eight of them a digit, every digit a part of the code that droned on and on and on an on into infinity, creating every nanobit of the internet, connecting the world, spurting recipes and bank info and cat pictures and video games and porn. The entire world, spinning on an axis of math, of little ones and zeroes... of millions of tiny flashing lights on the backs of millions of servers....

He rubbed his eyes again. Maybe it was time to get some sleep.

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He drastically overslept, so when he rolled out of bed it was almost noon. He scratched himself behind his head, crawling out of bed, his stomach grumbling. He hadn't eaten much in the last day. So before he did anything else he shuffled out of his bedroom to the kitchen, taking down a bowl and filling it with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He went to the kitchen, took out a half-gallon of milk, sniffed it before he poured it over his cereal, grabbed a spoon out of the dishwasher, and carried his bowl into the living room, munching thoughtlessly while he turned on the TV, watching a few minutes of Cartoon Network. After he finished the cereal, he set it on the coffee table, knowing he had to get some cleaning done soon. He leaned back, stretching, and stood, reaching down and pulling the tank top he had worn to bed off, throwing it into his bedroom onto his bed as he went into the bathroom, taking off his underwear and starting the shower.

A few minutes later, having showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth, Matthew went back into his bedroom, reaching to his bedside table, grabbing up his phone...

Holy shit. There were eight

hundred

notifications?

He scrolled through them... his near panic starting to freak him out. But no, it wasn't that bad. He wasn't getting pinged that much, he was just being notified as the system administrator that people were making accounts. Jesus, for him to have been pinged that many times the traffic would have to be so intense his server would have detonated. His phone chimed again, and he snapped out of it, quickly grabbing up his laptop and going into the apps administrative settings, shutting off the notifications to his phone when a new account opened, temporarily silencing it. He moused around the site. This was... this was huge. He would have considered 500 new users in a

month

to be a lot. 800 in less than ten hours was crazy! He logged into his server to make sure it was okay, but it was holding up just fine. He blinked, trying to fathom just what was happening...