#computer fucker

The fan hummed. You slid your hand over the cool beige surface of it. It was almost old enough to be your father, or it would have been had you not just finished screwing on the side panel. You stroked the keyboard, the same borderline antique yellowing plastic as the monitor case. You’d even got it a matching mouse. 

You sighed. Sitting back in your chair. Your mind couldn’t help but drift to assembling it, socketing cables into ports, screwing in the floppy disk drive and the old spinning-metal hard disc to their bays, socketing the RAM and sound card then making sure the CPU sat neatly in the slot before gently pressing the lever to clamp it down. Your hands shook, the memory of the precise, delicate motions still in them. 

You couldn’t help yourself, fingers pulling up the hem of your skirt to wrap around your rising cock. The scent of the thermal compound still lingering in the air as you stroked yourself, growing harder in your hand. You slid from your chair, kneeling next to the humming machine, pressing the head of your cock against the metal side plate. Hips bucking into one hand, the fingertips of the other exploring the open slot of the floppy drive, tracing the ports of its IO panel.

You gasped, breath catching in your throat. Milky white cum erupted from you, painting the yellowing metal in a sticky glaze. Stars erupted behind your eyes and you slumped backwards, panting, a faint smile lingering on your lips.

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