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## Pimpr Part 2

DIGGER DADDY: Well hey there, little slut.  Sounds like your daddy isn't
being very nice to you, is he?  Your cum addiction will be just between you
and my two heavy nuts.  I'll fill you up with so much sperm you'll get
pregnant.  Every time you burp or fart you'll have a reminder of me for at
least a week.  Your cunt will never be the same.  11 inches.  I know you
want to try some stranger dick, so hit me up when you're free.

   TheCastedKid: WOAH!  Cool down dude!  What the fuck?  This is not my
son. I accidentally started up this app and I can't figure out how to
delete it.

   DIGGER DADDY: LOL sorry dude.  It's just your kid's profile is awesome.
TheCastedKid: Well he's not for sale.
DIGGER DADDY: Technically, he is for sale.  If he wasn't, he wouldn't

have a profile on here.
TheCastedKid: Dude...back the fuck off.  It was a mistake.
DIGGER DADDY: Sure, dude.  My kid was on here as a mistake too.  At

least at first.  That seems to be how all the boys start out.

   THE CASTED KID: Your kid's on here??

   DIGGER DADDY: Yep.  I'm just using my daddy profile.

   THE CASTED KID: What's that?

   DIGGER DADDY: It's a profile you can use when you want to fuck some of
the boys on here.

   THE CASTED KID: Disgusting!  No way!  You fuck little kids?

   DIGGER DADDY: Hey, some of them need it.

   THE CASTED KID: What??  How can you say that!  They're just little boys!

   DIGGER DADDY: Oh, I know.  Little boys are some of the sluttiest
creatures on the planet.  Trust me.

   THE CASTED KID: That's disgusting...

   DIGGER DADDY: Tell that to my kid.

   THE CASTED KID: What do you mean?

   DIGGER DADDY: My kid's a whore.  HUGE whore.  He didn't used to be, but
Pimpr changed all that.

   THE CASTED KID: See?  That's exactly why I gotta get rid of this
profile.

   DIGGER DADDY: No...that's not what I meant.  I mean my kid has ALWAYS
been a whore.  I just didn't realize it until Pimpr showed me.  And I bet
the same is true about your kid.

   THE CASTED KID: What do you mean?

   DIGGER DADDY: Look, there are some little boys who are designed for
cock. They have little bubble butts and cute, puffy little pink lips.  Now,
not all cute boys are whores, but many are.  My kid was just an adorable
little boy, and now he's a cock FIEND.  The kid is on the hunt 24/7.

   THE CASTED KID: No way...that has to be rape...

   DIGGER DADDY: Dude, do you mind switching profiles?  It's kind of creepy
to be talking to a kid slut who's not really a kid.  Just go up to settings
and select "change profile." It should be all set for you.

   THE CASTED KID: My kid's not a slut!  But hold on.

   ***

   Craig puts his phone down and buries his head in his hand.  Why is he
doing this?  Just a few nights ago, he had decided once and for all to
destroy his phone.  He'd been sure he was going to do it when he got home,
but he just left it sitting on his desk.  He'd stare at it, afraid of the
stupid thing, knowing that it contained a very dangerous app that could be
the end all and be all of his son's innocence (and his boy hole, for that
matter).  Pimpr.

   But for some reason, he couldn't get rid of it.  He still didn't check
it for days, and then today he broke.  He admits, it was because he was
horny.  He woke up in the middle of the night with a killer boner, and he
had to get rid of it.  His computer was in the shop, and no one owned porn
that wasn't on the Internet anymore...so his phone was his only option.

   When he saw how many messages Codey had racked up--528--he had to start
reading them.  Curiosity got the best of him, and though he'd never admit
it to anyone, it made his cock harder than ever reading about all the men
that wanted to do Codey.

   But this guy's message had been so vile that he had tapped into Craig's
waning fatherly instincts.  Suddenly Craig wasn't the perv jerking off to
messages from strangers who wanted to turn his kid into a cock whore--he
was a good father trying to protect his flesh and blood.

   But the guy had got his attention, and his curiosity was piqued more
than ever before.  He had to know more, even though he knew he should have
just put down the phone and gone to bed.  It was nearly two in the morning
anyway.

   Codey was sleeping down the hall, still in his bright red cast, still
unaware that his father was struggling with the concept of selling his ass
and mouth to any number of horny men.  Codey had yet to see an adult penis
aside form his own fathers (which had been a mistake), and he had no idea
was sex was.

   But that would change.

   Craig was surprised to find he did indeed have a daddy profile that was
filled out with all of his stats about his slim and toned, hairy body and
veiny, girthy, 9-inch dick.  All his pics were there, too.  The only things
missing were a profile "about me" and his name.  He left the profile blank
and went with a simple "DadConflicted" for the name.

   ***
DadConflicted: Ok...back.

   DIGGER DADDY: Nice bud.  Great profile.  The kids are gonna LOVE you.
DadConflicted: I'm not here to fuck kids.  No way.
DIGGER DADDY: Well, they'll love you all the same.  My kid would die to

be with that meat of yours.
DadConflicted: Are you serious?

   DIGGER DADDY: Hell yeah.  The little shit is a TOTAL size queen.
DadConflicted: How can you talk about your own child like that?
DIGGER DADDY: LOL after seeing some of the things he's done, it's kind

of hard to think of him as human.  The boy is insatiable.
DadConflicted: But he's your son!!
DIGGER DADDY: Well, I've seen my son on all fours taking two cocks up
his ass and two in his mouth without complaint.  I've seen him swallow
condoms right after they came out of his cunt--not just the cum in the
condoms, the actual rubbers themselves.  I've seen him lap at a sweaty,
hairy asshole like it was coated in honey.  I've had him home sick from
school because he couldn't stop puking cum.  So yeah, kinda hard to think

of him as a little boy when he's clearly just a sex animal.
DadConflicted: Enough, dude!  I don't want to hear it!
DIGGER DADDY: I'm just saying, if you want to see your kid puke cum, I

could help you with that.
DadConflicted: Look, can we just leave Codey out of this?

   DIGGER DADDY: Ahhh...Codey.  So that's the little casted whore's name.
DadConflicted: I SAID LEAVE HIM OUT OF IT!
DIGGER DADDY: I'm sorry dude.  &#9786; I crossed a line.  I get it.  I
remember what it was like when I first signed my kid up.  I was a total

mess.
DadConflicted: You were?
DIGGER DADDY: Totally.  I was just a normal straight guy like you. 

Single dad.  Had a kid, was hard up for cash.
DadConflicted: Yeah?  How's the cash flow?

   DIGGER DADDY: AMAZING!  The kid is a real cash cow.
DadConflicted: How much?
DIGGER DADDY: Now, that's not polite to ask.  Let's just say that I quit
my job in finance and I'm now pursuing my dream career as a cartoonist. 
Haven't sold anything yet, but still got a new car last year.  Buying a

second house next month.

   DadConflicted: Wow.  All thanks to that little cash cow?  I mean...your
son?
DIGGER DADDY: Yeah.  It's amazing how much people will pay for a slice

of nice pussy.  And little boys have the nicest pussies around.
DadConflicted: Really?
DIGGER DADDY: Like candy, dude.  I'm no faggot, but I won't ever be
fucking a woman again.  Not when there's so many little boys around eager

to take it up the ass.

   DadConflicted: But doesn't it hurt them?  They're so small.  My boy is
so tiny...
DIGGER DADDY: Mine too, and yeah...it hurts them.  But my kid likes that

part of it.
DadConflicted: No way...
DIGGER DADDY: It's true, bud.  You'd have to see it to believe it.  But
he really likes it rough.  Every time he takes dick it's "harder this" and
"deeper that." He loves all sorts of pain shit, too.  The little fag will
take hair-pulling, face-slapping - and not just with your dick - even cunt

destruction and prolapsing!!
DadConflicted: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?  Cunt destruction??
DIGGER DADDY: I'll leave it up to the imagination.  Let's just say it

has something to do with my nickname on here.
DadConflicted: I was gonna ask you about that.
DIGGER DADDY: LOL.  I'll explain some other time.  So tell me more about

Codey.  Why is he on here if you're so eager to get rid of this app?

   DadConflicted: Well, I actually did it for the money.  I feel terrible
about it, but times are kind of tough right now.  And...I'm a single dad.

   DIGGER DADDY: And it makes your cock hard.

   DadConflicted: What??  No!  I mean...I'm hard a lot.  But...he's my son.
I'd never get hard for him.

   DIGGER DADDY: Can you be honest with me buddy?
DadConflicted: I am being honest with you.

   DIGGER DADDY: Then tell me right now, is your cock hard?
DadConflicted: Dude, why do you have to ask that?

   DIGGER DADDY: LOL I knew it!  Don't be ashamed, buddy.  It's natural.

   DadConflicted: It's NOT natural!  Men shouldn't be aroused by the idea
of selling their own sons for sex.  Pimping your own baby boy isn't
natural!

   DIGGER DADDY: It is when you're kid's a whore like ours are.

   DadConflicted: MY KID IS NOT A WHORE!!  I don't want to have to tell you
that again.
DIGGER DADDY: That's what you say, but I find very few boys on here who
are "accidentally" signed up for Pimpr aren't whores.  There are tests you

can do, you know.
DadConflicted: What?  If you're suggesting I abuse my son...
DIGGER DADDY: No, no.  Clearly you're not ready for that yet.  But there

are still things you can do.
DadConflicted: Like what?

   DIGGER DADDY: Where is the little boy right now?
DadConflicted: He's asleep.  It's fucking three in the morning.

   DIGGER DADDY: My kid's passed out too.  Was a long day for him haha.
DadConflicted: Jesus...you fucked him all day?
DIGGER DADDY: Now you're putting words in my mouth!  I don't fuck my kid
on his off days.  Not when I'm saving up for something like a house.  Gotta
keep it tight.  I'll teach ya how to keep little Codey's cunt tight, too,
if it gets to that.  Little sluts like him have a tendency to loosen up. 
And before you say it, I know you THINK Codey's not a whore, but you need

to test it to be sure.
DadConflicted: Fine.  So what kinda tests are you talking about?
DIGGER DADDY: Well, if he's sleeping, there's an easy test you can do.

Go look at his asshole.
DadConflicted: WHAT??
DIGGER DADDY: His poop chute.  His baby sphincter.  His boy cunt.  If
he's a normal kid, it will just look like a little pink ring.  Nothing
special about it.  But little kiddie whore cunts do something different

when they sleep.
DadConflicted: What do they do?
DIGGER DADDY: Go find out.  I'm almost certain his hole's doing it right

now.
DadConflicted: BRB

   ***

   Was he really going to do this?  Was he really going to let some
stranger convince him to go inspect his sleeping son's sphincter?

   He was.

   Craig stood up, pushed his cock down in his briefs (which was all he was
wearing) and headed down the hall.  As he walked, he tucked his phone into
the waistband of his briefs.

   He was too focused on the task at hand to realize his massive cock was
still showing down the thigh of his briefs and dripping on his hairy leg,
but that didn't matter.  He was so curious to know what this asshole was
talking about, he had to go find out.

   He crept down the hall and into his son's room.  The little boy was fast
asleep, surely dreaming about things like race =cars and dinosours and
whatever little boys like him like have on the brain when they're passed
out.  His one broken arm in its cast was up over his head, and his little,
adorable face was smushed up on his pillow.  His blonde locks were matted
to his head with just a bit of sweat--it was a hot night after all.

   Codey usually slept in just briefs, like his daddy, and tonight was no
different.  Craig approached the bed and slowly pulled down the covers. 
The little guy stirred a little but otherwise didn't react.

   Codey had chosen his monkey briefs tonight--they had little monkeys and
bananas all over them.  Adorable, and though Craig was too distracted to
notice, the sight of them made his cock throb and ooze a huge glob of
precum.

   Craig moved his big adult hand over his son's smooth back, resting his
trembling fingers just above the boy's waistband.  Then he slowly began to
pull it down.

   The father was so horny he almost came just from the sight of those two
creamy little white globes, so smooth and perfect.  So untouched.  It was
like looking at the first snowfall.  Craig himself knew that he and many
other men would be VERY happy to stomp right through that snowy patch until
it was nothing but an oozing, gooey, sloppy mess.

   What am I thinking??  Craig asked himself as he stared at his boys ass.
He had to focus.  He hadn't even hit his KP-issued Poppers yet, and he was
still having nasty thoughts.

   Slowly he reached forward, this time with both hands, and grabbed the
globes of his son's ass gently.  He took a deep breath, bracing himself. 
He didn't know why he was so nervous.  Surly all that was going to greet
him was a tiny little pink sphincter, nothing more nothing less.  So why
was he so goddamn nervous?  Gently, he yanked them apart, and he gasped.

   In the valley of that little white bubble butt was a pink, unbelievably
tiny hole.  However, it was not just SITTING there like a normal child's
butthole would.  No, this little kiddie cunt was SINGING.  Even though
Codey was fast asleep, his poop chute was hard at work.  It was quivering
and shaking, opening and closing just a millimeter, as though it was
talking to Craig.

   "Feed me," it seemed to say.  "Hurt me."

   Craig quickly pulled the covers over his kid, still leaving his briefs
down.  He couldn't believe how quickly those little cheeks snapped back
together, but that wasn't what he had to focus on.  He quickly withdrew his
phone from his waistband and turned it on.  A message from his friend was
waiting for him.

   ***

   DIGGER DADDY: Is he winking??
DadConflicted: Is that what that's called?
DIGGER DADDY: I KNEW IT!  I knew he was a slut!  Sounds like he's gonna

be a good anal whore too.  Fuck yeah.

   DadConflicted: No...this can't be happening.  This isn't true.  That's
just a rumor.  I bet all little boy's holes do that.

   DIGGER DADDY: Yeah, right.  And I'm fucking Mother Theresa.
DadConflicted: No...please...  It was a fluke.
DIGGER DADDY: Well, there is another test you can do while he's
sleeping. DadConflicted: What is it?  I'll do anything to prove you wrong.
DIGGER DADDY: Well, this will only work if he's an oral whore as well as

a kid who loves it up his cunt.  You need to finger his mouth.
DadConflicted: WHAT??  What does that mean?
DIGGER DADDY: Put your finger in his mouth.  If he's an oral skank,
he'll suck you in and start blowing your finger.  If not, he'll just ignore

it or wake up.
DadConflicted: Well can't I just use a lollipop?
DIGGER DADDY: LOL no!  All kids love lollipops.  Only real slutty ones

suck on their dad's fingers.  Go ahead, try it.
DadConflicted: BRB

   ***

   Craig sighed.  What was he doing with his life?  First inspecting his
kid's hole while he was sleeping, and now this?  Why was he letting a
stranger tell him what to do?

   Still, he could ask all those questions, but the curiosity would always
win out.  He looked at his sleeping boy's face.

   Codey was so fucking adorable, it hurt Craig's heart.  When the boy
slept, he was positively angelic.  His big blue eyes were closed, but his
little mouth was slightly open, his pink lips parting just a bit.  Those
pink lips...damn.  They did look pretty good, didn't they?

   No, Craig thought as he adjusted his throbbing cock again.  This isn't
right.  Codey's going to wake up when I do this.  Now, which finger?

   He decided on his pointer finger, since it seemed to make the most
sense. Slowly he pushed his finger forward toward his little angel's face.
He made contact with the lips first--which were like pillows of heaven.  So
fucking soft.  And then....

   SLUUUUURP

   Before Craig knew it, his thick, hairy finger was all the way in his
kid's mouth.  Not just the first digit, mind you.  It went right down to
the knuckle.  It reminded Craig of when Codey was a baby and would put just
about anything in his mouth.  He used to suck fingers all the time.

   But this was different.  This kind of sucking wasn't just a baby being
curious--this was hunger.  This was him being totally frantic.  He wanted
more finger, even though he had all he could possibly get.  Little fucking
hoover vacuum kinda shit.

   And that tongue!  That smooth little kitten tongue was GOING TO WORK. 
It swirled around and around Craig's finger, then flicked against the tip.
It even dug under his fingernail, like there might be something delicious
under there.  "Holy fuck," Craig whispered.

   Codey was sucking it back and forth like a little goat trying to get
milk.  He was effectively fucking his own face.

   Craig cursed his curiosity, but he had to know.  Slowly he lifted his
middle finger to see if-

   SLUUUUUURP

   Shit.  There it went.  Right in alongside the first.  Two fingers in the
kid's mouth, and his lips already looked extremely stretched.  His middle
finger was even longer, and he could feel the back of the kid's throat.  It
felt like even Codey's uvula had muscles that were able to massage his
fingers.  In short, it felt amazing.

   Codey didn't wake up for that, nor did he stir when Craig pushed in his
index finger and pinky finger.  He put his thumb on his kid's chin and just
watched in awe and horror as the little guy tried to suck his whole fist
into his mouth.  Craig finally pulled out of Codey's face when he saw the
little boy's tongue come out the side of his mouth and reach for Craig's
thumb.

   As he tried his hand on his briefs (which were already pretty wet with
precum), Craig's head began to spin.  It would have been impossible to name
all of the emotions he was feeling right at that moment.

   First, he was absolutely horrified.  Horrified that he had just
inspected his son's pussy and finger-fucked his sleeping mouth.  He was
also horrified that his son's hole winked while he slept and that his mouth
accepted foreign objects so willingly.

   Denial was also a major emotion for him at that moment.  He was sure
that what he was seeing was normal--it had to be that his online friend was
just lying to him to get him to put his kid up for sale for real.  Right?

   But there was one emotion that was ruling Craig more than the others,
and I bet you can guess what it was.  Horniness.  He hated it, but he
couldn't help it.

   Watching that little virginal sphincter sing, feeling that throat
desperately sucking, had his nine-inch dick stretching to a full 10 inches,
and it had grown about six more centimeters in girth.  Because what Craig
doesn't realize is that his special poppers he's been huffing for weeks now
have a funny side effect.  They make pedo cocks engorge even more than
normal.

   Not knowing what else to do, he signed back into Pimpr.  Once again, a
message was waiting for him.

   ***

   DIGGER DADDY: So how many fingers did you get in?
DadConflicted: Dude, this is fucked up.  I need to go.
DIGGER DADDY: You can't go now, buddy.  You're in too deep.  Look--just
relax.  Let me be your friend.  I was in your shoes once.  I can help you

through this.

   DadConflicted: I have to be honest, that really sounds nice right now.
I'm feeling so...confused.  So fucked up.  This is all so wrong...but I'm
in so deep.

   Just like you said.  I could use a friend.

   DIGGER DADDY: I'm here for you buddy.  We all are.
DadConflicted: We all who?

   DIGGER DADDY: All us fathers of sluts.
DadConflicted: I...I'm not one of you.
DIGGER DADDY: No...you're not one of us.  Not yet.  But...since you
didn't answer my question, I'm guessing Codey surprised you with his little
mouth.  Which means you may be on your way to being one of us, whether you
want to or not.  I just want you to know how big of a support group you'll

have.  It's not easy being a dad of a cockhound, but we're here for you.
DadConflicted: Well, thanks.  I guess.

   DIGGER DADDY: So how many fingers was it?
DadConflicted: ...four.

   DIGGER DADDY: FOUR??  WTF??  SHIT!!  That is intense!!!
DadConflicted: Is that a lot?
DIGGER DADDY: Uh...yeah!  My kid does four now, but when I first
discovered he was sucking in his sleep, he only did two.  Very few do four.


DadConflicted: Shit...is that bad??

   DIGGER DADDY: Not at all.  Codey's gonna make you a millionaire!
DadConflicted: Don't say that!
DIGGER DADDY: Dude, if you don't believe me, you should go wake him up

and start playing with him.
DadConflicted: That's it.  I'm deleting this app RIGHT NOW.
DIGGER DADDY: WAIT!  Now let's not get ahead of ourselves.  I just

mean...some gentle play.  See if he's open to it.

   DadConflicted: No way.  NO WAY.  I could never do ANYTHING sexual with
my own son.

   DIGGER DADDY: Except stick four of your fingers down his throat?
DadConflicted: FUCK YOU
DIGGER DADDY: LOL sorry dude.  But...I understand.  It took me a long
time before I was ready to play with my little guy.  Now I do every day. 

But...maybe you'd be willing to try it with someone else's kid?
DadConflicted: No.  I could never hurt a child.
DIGGER DADDY: But what about a child who wants it?  What about a child
who needs it?  What about a little boy who lives, breathes, and eats cum?
What about a kid who is so addicted to adult cock that he throws a tantrum
every time he gets fucked fewer than six times a day?  What about a kid who
sleeps with the cock that made him in his mouth EVERY NIGHT because he has

nightmares if he doesn't?

   DadConflicted: Well, if you're suggesting I buy a kid off of here,
forget it.  I got into this whole mess to make money, not spend it.

   DIGGER DADDY: What if you could get a discount?
DadConflicted: What do you mean?
DIGGER DADDY: Hahaha now I've got your attention.  Well, I like you man.
I can tell you're a good guy, and love your son.  Not to mention, with a
hottie like that under your roof, I don't mind doing you a few favors. 

Especially if it meant they'd be returned some day.
DadConflicted: Dude, I'm not trading Codey for your kid.
DIGGER DADDY: No...I know, I know.  But...I am offering you my son at a

major discount.
DadConflicted: How much?
DIGGER DADDY: Well, I'd be willing to send my little Tyke over to
you--Seamus, btw--for $300.  That's a pretty good deal seeing that a night

with him usually costs $3,000.

   DadConflicted: Shit...that is a good deal.  But...I'm trying to make
money here!  I can't really justify $300.
DIGGER DADDY: Dude, you're so cheap.  There's gotta be $300 lying around

somewhere.  Anything you can sell?

   ***

   Craig looked up from his cell phone.  Immediately a horrible thought
entered his mind, and as soon as it did, he knew he was going to follow
through on it.  He had purchased two bicycles last month--one for himself,
one for Codey.  They were going to be Christmas presents, since Codey
really wanted to learn how to ride a bike.  Codey's had cost $300, while
Craig's had cost $700.  His own bike was a beauty, and he was so excited
about it...but Codey didn't know about his yet.  Sure, he could return his
own bike and get something cheaper, but...it was such a nice bike.  Would
Codey miss something he didn't know existed?

   ***

   DadConflicted: Well, I suppose I could come up with $300.  But...would
your son really want to do this?
DIGGER DADDY: Why don't you check out his profile and find out?  His

name on there is SeamusSpermSlurper.
DadConflicted: OK, brb.

   ***

   Ignoring the voices screaming in his head to stop, Craig pulled out of
the conversation and made a few taps to navigate back to the boy screen. 
He typed in the screen name "SeamusSpermSlurper" into the search bar, and
sure enough, a pic popped up right away.

   The thumbnail alone was enough to make his cock bounce in his briefs.

   It was an image of an adorable little boy's face.  He was cute as
fuck--definitely gave Codey a run for his money, though he looked very
different than the sweet little blond boy sleeping down the hall.

   The little boy was pale, very pale, but he had a shock of reddish brown
hair atop his head.  His big green eyes were staring out at Craig as if
they could see him, and the boy had a massive grin on his face.  Craig was
pretty sure he had freckles, too, but it was difficult to tell, because the
boy's face was simply COATED in what had to be cum.  It was all over his
face, dripping into his smiling mouth, up his nose, matting his red hair to
his forehead.  The kid was absolutely drenched, and he clearly couldn't be
happier.

   As he was staring at this pic, mouth open, his son sleeping only a few
feet away, his phone vibrated.  He looked up and saw that he had received a
message.

   ***
SeamusSpermSluper: Wow!  I love ur cock!  OMG!
ConflictedDaddy: Uh...hey there little guy.  How are you tonight?
SeamusSpermSluper: Horny, LOL!  I'm so horny.  I need dick.
ConflictedDaddy: Jesus...that's quite the mouth you have on you there.
SeamusSpermSluper: Daddy says I have the best mouth in the whole world.
Wanna know why?
ConflictedDaddy: Why?
SeamusSpermSluper: hehehe u have to invite me over to find out
ConflictedDaddy: Kid...I don't know.  I'm sure you're a good boy, but I
don't think it's a good idea.  I don't want to hurt you.
SeamusSpermSluper: I'll just bring my poppers!!
ConflictedDaddy: YOUR WHAT??
SeamusSpermSluper: My poppers!  You know, the sniffy things?
ConflictedDaddy: No way...they don't give those to kids, do they?
SeamusSpermSluper: LOL you're funny.  Of course they do.  They have
special ones for boys like me.  Not like the ones you and my daddy have
though.  Mine are different.  I like `em a lot and they make me enjoy pain.
Honest!
ConflictedDaddy: I...I just don't know.
SeamusSpermSluper: Go sniff your poppers, then.  Daddy says whenever he
can't

   decide what to do with me, he sniffs his poppers and he figures it out.
ConflictedDaddy: BRB

   ***

   Now Craig was letting a little boy boss him around online.  How was it
possible?  Did he have any free will anymore?  How could he be doing all
this, when his intention tonight had been to completely delete the app. 
Now he was thinking of having a little cum addict over to his house for
some late-night sex?  This was madness!

   Still, that didn't stop him from wandering down the hall, flopping on
his bed, reaching into his bedside drawer, and withdrawing the bottle of KP
Brand Adult Poppers.  He unscrewed the lid and before he could change his
mind took a big, long whiff.

   Instantly, his vision blurred, then was filled with a vivid
hallucination.  In it, he was looking down at his dick as it was orgasming.
His cock was spraying wildly like a firehouse, and the amount of cum
shooting out of him was absolutely obscene.  But not as obscene as the two
miniature little kiddie hands trying desperately to control his cock as it
sprayed like a fire hose.

   His buckets of cum were also not as obscene as the little, pale,
freckled face looking on in awe and giggling like a maniac.  Seamus was
trying so hard to catch all of the cum in his mouth, but even for a
professional child slut like him, it was truly too large of a task.  So he
resorted to lapping up the cum.

   That was when the cute, giggling, laughter ended in his hallucination,
and the real insanity began.  The happy little boy playing a game with
Craig's massive prick was gone, replaced by some sort of pig-dog-child
hybrid.  Sure, it still looked like little Seamus before him, but the kid
had gone crazy.  He was sucking cum off Craig's thigh hairs like hadn't
eaten since the day he was born.

   Craig came to when the little slut between his legs nipped at his ball
sack trying to get more cocksnot.  Because the nip he felt on his balls
wasn't the teeth of a child at all, but rather his phone buzzing.  Craig
had gotten a new message.

   ***

   SeamusSpermSluper: So, what do you think?  Can I come over?  Pretty
please?  I need cum!

   ***

   Craig was still a high as a kite, and in a few minutes, he wouldn't
remember typing out the message he wrote.  Blame it on the poppers, but
this is what he typed to the child on the other end of the line:

   ***

   ConflictedDaddy: Get over here now, you whore.  I'm gonna drown you so
much jizz
you'll wish you'd never met me.  I'm going to choke you on cum again and
again, and then I'm gonna wreck your little pussy while I'm on a mission to

deliver another load to your guts.  GET OVER HERE NOW AND GET THIS COCK.

   ***

   Craig hit "send" on this message, then immediately forgotten he had done
so.  He finally came down from his poppers countless minutes later.  He was
buck-naked somehow, on his bed, covered in cum.  He supposed the
hallucination of him cumming had caused a real orgasm, like wet dreams,
because he was covered up to his neck in the gooey stuff.  There was even
some in his scruffy beard and hair.

   Craig put the cap back on the poppers and was about to head to bed,
wanting to forget about his whole night, when he heard the doorbell ring.

   ***

   Enjoy that story, guys?  Then be sure to get in touch with me and let me
know what you liked!  

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