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Poppers, at this age?! Hot story for a long masturNote: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.Craig looked at the clock on his bedside table. 3:27 in the morning. Whothe fuck could be ringing his doorbell at this hour? He climbed out of bedand quickly grabbed a pair of his briefs from the hamper, then wipedhimself down. The undies were absolutely drenched–it was like his ballscould somehow generate more jizz whenever he huffed those awful poppers. He quickly slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts and ran down thestairs. Whoever was ringing the doorbell was frantic, and he didn’t wantit to wake up Codey, who had to go to school in just a few hours. “I’mcoming!” he yelled, then leaned up to the peephole to look out. But whenhe looked out, he only saw darkness. That seemed odd. He hoped it wasn’tdangerous, but he was a strong guy. He could ward off anyone, right? Slowly he opened the door and peered out, but still saw no one. Until helooked down. And there, shivering on his doormat, was a very familiar boy.Reddish brown hair. Freckles across his nose and cheekbones. Incrediblytiny and pale–like a ghost in the night. Though this time he didn’t havejizz all over his face, Craig still recognized him from that shockinglydisgusting and incredibly arousing profile on the site. The boy was evensmaller, paler, and cuter than his photos. It was a cold night, and thisboy was simply not dressed for the weather. He was only wearing a whitet-shirt with a blue airplane on it and a pair of bright red briefs that hada matching blue plane right on the crotch. Around the neck of the boy wasa tight, silver dog collar with a metal tag of the signature Pimpr insigniadangling down over his invisible Adam’s apple. “Hiya! You must becon–confli–the guy from Pimpr, right? I’m Seamus! Can I come in andsuck your dick? It’s cold out here.” “Jesus!” Craig said, quickly lookingaround to make sure no one had heard what this little stranger had justsaid. “Come in, come in,” Craig said, hoping none of his neighbors wouldget a look at his house when there was a nearly naked little boy, shiveringwith his lips blue, on his porch. Also the k** looked really cold, and itwas the middle of the night–not safe for k**s on the street. It would bemuch safer in his house. The k** didn’t resist at all, but rather bargedin, and Craig began to shut the door. But just as he did, a big, meatyhand, seemingly out of nowhere, grabbed it and stopped him from pulling. The hand yanked it open, and there stood an adult man Craig had never seenbefore. The guy was big–Craig was tall and lean and toned, but this guywas BUILT. He clearly made good use of the gym. It showed in his barrelchest and thick thighs, which were on display in a pair of mesh shorts. His arms were bulging out of his tank top, and both his legs and his armswere covered in hair that was brownish, but with a tinge of red. “Wellhey, buddy. So you’re the man in the flesh.” Craig just stared, unable tosay anything. What was going on? “Wow, nice house!” the boy said behindhim. Craig turned, and soon saw the boy wasn’t looking at the house atall. His eyes had been fixed squarely on Craig’s firm ass in his boxers,and now they were zoned in on his crotch, even though there wasn’t anythingto see besides his plaid boxers. When he turned back to the door the otherman had let himself in. “You look surprised. You remember me? We weretalking online? Hey,–Seamus!” “Whoa!” Craig cried. All of a sudden, thelittle boy had launched himself across the room and now had his face buriedin Craig’s crotch. He was sniffing deeply, inhaling, and shouting. “Wow!”he said, his voice muffled by the flannel of Craig’s underwear. “Smellseven better than I imagined! Gee wiz, I’m so horny! Can we start? Prettyplease!” “Seamus, down boy!” the man shouted, and he reached forward andgrabbed his son’s shoulder, pulling him away. “You know the rules. Notuntil Daddy says OK.’The k** whimpered a bit, then looks up at Craig. “Can I–can I havethose then?” he pointed shyly to the crumpled up, dirty, cum-drenchedbriefs in Craig’s hands. “I–what–who are you people?” The man put hishands up. “Easy, buddy. Don’t worry. You invited us over. We weretalking on Pimpr…you were interested in my k**…” “I’m not interested ink**s!” Craig shouted. “Now leave, please!” Suddenly, Craig felt somethingtugging gently on his boxers. “Please…mister…don’t make us leave. I–I wanna get to know you.” Craig looked down into the little boy’s greeneyes, and he felt something change in him. It was an odd sensation. Hisheart felt like it was melting a bit…but he also felt his cock move aninch. “You did say you wanted a friend,” the man said. “We don’t have todo anything. But how about we have a beer and a chat? I brought thebeers.” He holds up a bag and wiggles his eyebrows. Well…a friend didsound nice. Craig had no one he could talk to about what was going on inhis life, but this man–he would understand. “Ok, one beer.” Craig said,taking the bag and leading them into the living room. “And I’m nottouching your k**.” “But Daaaaaaad!” the little boy whined. The man gavethe little boy a look that shut him up. “Listen buddy–name’s Mick by theway,” the man reached out his hand, then took a beer from Craig and crackedit open. “Listen, I’m happy to have a chat with you, but my k** is superhorny. He’ll be whining all night if we don’t give him something to keephim busy. You mind just letting him have those briefs? I don’t thinkyou’re using them anymore.”Craig looked at the briefs in his hand. There were literally coated incum, and who knows how long they’d been in his hamper. “What does he wantwith these?” he asked. “Toss ’em to him and find out,” Mick said, noddingat his son. The little boy was in the middle of the floor, sittingcrosslegged, his eyes fixated on those briefs. Craig didn’t want to, buthe could feel his curiosity get the better of them. As he sat down on thecouch next to Mick, he tossed the briefs so they landed just in front ofthe k**. It was like throwing bread at a starving seagull. The little boylunged forward and grabbed it, then immediately stuffed them into his face.Panting and moaning, he begins to rub his little hole through his airplanebriefs as he stuffs those nasty used undies into his mouth and sucks downcold cum. Yum! Craig turned his head in disgust, and met eyes with Mick.The man just shrugged and sighed, as if to say, “What can ya do?” “He’salways loved cum, ever since he first tasted it,” Mick says. “Can’t helphimself around it. Doesn’t matter whose, or even if it’s fresh. Obviously.” “Really? He likes it? He’s not just doing…that…becauseyou told him to?” “Nope. Little slut can’t get enough of it.” Mick took apull of his beer and swallowed. “The more time you spend on Pimpr, themore you’re realize that LOTS of little boys like cum. And more. But cumis a big thing–k**s get kinda competitive about it. You should see someof the conversations my k** has with other cum pigs.” “The k**s talk toeach other on there?” Craig asked. He realized he was drinking his beertoo quickly because he was so nervous. “Oh yeah. Ya know, just k** stuff.Pokémon and Spongebob. How much cum they’ve eaten, whether they like ballsweat or ass sweat better. Stupid little k** stuff.” Oh god. It washappening. Craig’s cock was rising. This was so wrong. There was alittle boy sitting on his living room floor–a boy he had met not fiveminutes ago. And now that k** was munching on Craig’s old underwear likethey were life support. “No way…k**s don’t like sweat. Not…not thetaste of it.” “You don’t think so?” Suddenly Mick lifted himself up a bitand put his hands down his shorts. Craig could see his hand fishing aroundin there. “Hey, Seamus, baby boy? Want some taint sweat?” “Oh boy!”Seamus said, dropping the now clean undies to the floor and jumping to hisfeet. He ran over and obediently dropped to his knees before his father.”Here, you can take it,” the man said, kind of like he was talking to a dogwho was waiting to eat a treat. Seamus didn’t need any furtherinstruction. Craig could only watch in shock as the little boy leanedforward and started going to town on his father’s thick digit. It lookedlike he wanted to suck the finger off his father’s hand. Fucking hoovertype of shit. “Oh my God…” Craig says. “This is madness. We shouldn’tbe doing this.” “Why not?” the man asked as he watched his little son suckon his finger like a starving prisoner. “He loves it, and it’s no sweatoff my nuts. Well, it is, but you know what I mean. It’s free for me, itkeeps him entertained. I’m sure you know how hard it is to be a singledad. There aren’t enough toys in the world to keep a k** this ageentertained for this long. But my ball sweat is free, and he loves theshit. He’s just a little ball sweat whore, and who am I to deny him whathe loves?” Craig couldn’t take it anymore. He’d tried to slow down on thedrinking, since alcohol made him more likely to go on Pimpr. But rightnow, after seeing this, he needed a drink badly. He got up on shaky legsand went to the kitchen, where he dug around in the cupboard to get out abottle of whiskey. He took a shot. Then another. Then another. Then twomore, and still another. After that, he was feeling better. Disturbed? Yes. Disgusted? Yes. Aroused? Hell yes. But at least he felt a bitmore normal. That is, until he walked back into the living room and sawwhat was happening on his couch. Things had changed in the living room inthe 30 seconds or so that he’d been gone. Mick was still mostly dressed,but now the man’s shorts were pulled down so that his big, meaty thighs andhairy waist and crotch were exposed. And little Seamus…well that k** wasin heaven. He was on all fours in Craig’s living room floor, his faceburied between his father’s legs. Craig could see Mick’s two giantgolf-balled sized nuts resting on the boy’s miniscule forehead, as thelittle k** happily sucked his father’s taint clean. The little sweat loverwasn’t nuzzling at his daddy’s taint. No way. He was full on trying toEAT that fucking taint. Gross. The worst part was the noise. The k** wasjust singing! He was so happy and intent on his father’s taint hairs thathe was literally singing. Well, singing isn’t quite the right word, sincethe gradeschooler’s mouth was currently full of the delicious sex hairsthat cover the precious space between a man’s nuts and his adult poopchute. But he was definitely humming a happy tune. “What…the fuck…”was all Craig could get out. His voice didn’t stop the boy from slobberingon daddy’s taint, but it did cause the man to look up. “Oh, sorry, bud. He got bored just tasting it on my fingers, and I figured this was a greatway to get him to quiet down. It feels great–kinda weird but pretty nice.You wanna give him a shot? He’ll happily suck–” “NO!” Craig shouted, thenimmediately remembered that his own son was upstairs, fast asleep, andhoped he hadn’t woken the boy. “No,” he said again in a softer voice. “Idon’t fool around with k**s.” “That’s not what you said an hour ago,” camethe little voice from between the man’s legs. “You said you wanted to fuckme till I died!” Then the boy is back in the hairy man space, lapping andsucking and humming away. “I–I never–” Craig stammers, but he can onlystare wide eyed as the man fishes out his phone and holds it up. Craigsteps forward slowly and looks at the screen–a snapshot of hisconversation he’d apparently had with little Seamus. And indeed, he hadsaid he wanted to fuck the k**. Oh god, how could he have typed out thosewords and have no memory? “Look, buddy, it’s OK,” the man said, and added,as if he could read Craig’s mind, “The poppers are weird. They fuck withyour head. Make you forget stuff. But god are they good for sex.” “I…Idon’t like those things,” Craig said. “They make me do things I wouldn’tdo when I’m in my right mind.” “It’s OK, buddy. The same could be said foryour cock. Now come over here and sit down. Let’s have a chat and see ifwe can’t calm your nerves a bit.” Craig pauses for a moment, but notknowing what else to do, comes over and sits on the couch next to the man.He can’t help but stare down at the small little ginger c***d on the floor,who is STILL happily sucking away at the taint of the man who created him.”Look, buddy, me and Seamus here are open books. I know it’s hard to typeout all your questions, so take this opportunity to ask us anything youwant.” “Anything?” Craig asked. The man just smiled in response. “Doeshe–does he really like doing that? Or is he trained?” “Hmmm…well in asense, he’s trained. I mean, no k** knows about ALL of the joys of sexwithout a little guidance. But while some boys I’ve met through Pimprneed…a lot of prompting, that wasn’t the case for my little Seamus. Hetook to sex like flies to shit, and he’s never gotten over his addiction.He’ll do almost anything. And sometimes he surprises me!” “How–how doeshe surprise you?” The man smiles, as if he’s recalling a few happymemories. Then he says, “Hey, Seamus Slut, why don’t you tell this nice manwhat you did when daddy fell asleep after the baseball game?” The boy looksup timidly, his face shiny with his own saliva from his enthusiastic bahis firmaları taintmunching, but he looks nervous. “But Daddy, you said that was a badthing…” “I know, k**do, but it’s OK. This man wants to hear about it.”The boy clears his throat and wipes some gunk from his face (then eats it),and begins his story. “My daddy got really drunk once after watching abaseball game. He gets so silly on that beer stuff! And I was reallyhorny and he wasn’t awake and wouldn’t wake up to play with me. So I…Istole his phone.” Craig looks at the boy, trying to ignore how hard hiscock is pulsing listening to the little tyke tell his story. “And what didyou do with daddy’s phone, you little cock whore?” “I–I started textingguys. And I had…I had a bu–bukk–how do you say it, daddy?” “Bukkake,”the man supplied his son. “Bukkake orgy! I had fifteen guys over whiledaddy was asleep and they all came on my face! It was so fun.” The boy isclearly swelling with pride, but that timid look returns when he sees hisfather’s stern glare. “But daddy got mad because I did it for free andlost him a lot of money. But it’s OK now because I worked extra hard thenext week to make up for it and made more money than ever!” “That’s right!”Mick says, gleefully grabbing his son’s face and hauling the boy back inbetween his legs. This outburst from the slutty little k** stuns Craiginto silence for a second, before he can formulate his next question. “What–what was it like for you the first time you…uh…” “The first timeI whored my son out to a total stranger via a mobile app? Let me tell ya,it wasn’t easy. I was a wreck.” As he says this, Mick casually leans backto expose his hairy hole to his c***d. The little boy doesn’t waste asecond–he instantly attaches his lips to that adult hole like a leech andbegins sucking as if there’s fruit punch inside. Mick lets out a littlemoan, then continues. “It was really hard. Lots of men wanted a crack atmy k**, and I just couldn’t work up the courage to send him out. Buteventually two things helped me.” “What two things?” Craig asks, staring atthe little boy going to town on a hairy butthole. His father’s hairybutthole. “Well, first, my little tyke helped me. He was very soothingand understanding. He was scared, but he said it was for the best–he’spretty good at repeating what I say back to me, but for some reason,hearing him say that sort of seemed like a good idea.” “And–what was theother thing?” Mick pauses for a moment, smiles, then reaches forward andgrabs something out of the pocket of his jeans, which are around hisankles. He pulls out a small, brown bottle that Craig recognizes and knowsall too well. “This stuff is magic. Did you know KP Studios spent $7billion and 9 years developing this stuff? It’s all very top secret, andno one knows exactly what we are inhaling. But I’ll tell you this–theynailed it. They turned sex into exactly what it is supposed to be. Andthey designed it with guys like you and me in mind. They made it so thatafter a few inhales, it’s very easy to see why it’s a good idea to pimp outyour own flesh and blood to countless horny strangers. The poppers weredesigned to go along with Pimpr, and it’s the best fucking union evermade!” “But…but isn’t it addictive?” Craig asks, trying to ignore thesounds of the little gradeschooler on the carpet lapping and munching awayat his father’s hole like it was a chocolate sphincter. “Sure is! But notnearly as bad as the stuff the made for the k**s.” “Wh-what??” Craig says,hardly able to believe his ears. “Oh yeah. They make Popperz4k**z. It’sgreat stuff–but it’s totally got all the k**s on Pimpr hooked. Especiallylittle Seamus here.” “You mean you let your k** sniff d**gs?” “Well, don’tworry. The label says it’s totally safe. Here, take a look.” Mick reachesforward again and into his other pocket and pulls out another bottle. Thisone isn’t the same as the adult one at all. Instead, it’s a fluorescentorange and blue bottle with lightning bolts and smiley faces all over it.Emblazoned across the front are the words “POPPERZ4k**Z: PIMPR EDITION.”Craig takes it with a shaky hand and holds it up to examine it. He readsthe label: POPPERZ4k**Z PIMPR EDITION is a subset of the traditional,highly praised POPPERZ4k**Z brand, and is just as safe for young ones asother varieties from the POPPERZ4k**S brand. This edition is perfect forthe young Pimpr whores out there who LOVE giving it up to anonymous men! It allows c***dren to lose ALL inhibitions towards sex and adults. What’smore, it protects your boy from 75% of all STDs. However, there is still arisk for the truly slutty boys out there. Have fun, k**s–and remember,breathe deep! Craig slowly turns his eyes from the bottle to the mansitting on his couch. “You–you don’t actually give these to him, do you?They sound dangerous.” “I don’t have to give them to him,” the man says inbetween moans. Apparently the anal licking he’s getting is top notch. “Hetakes them himself. Little guy is a total addict. Here, check this out.”Suddenly the man snatches the bottle and gives them a shake, making thesmall ball inside click. Both men look down at the redheaded k**, whoinstantly perks up his ears, like a dog who hears the fridge opening. Hiseyes are filled with hunger, and the area around his mouth is all slimyfrom his own spit (and maybe his dad’s ass juices). There’s an ass sexhair hanging from his upper lip, but he’s so fixated on the bottle in hisdad’s hands that he doesn’t seem to notice. “Can I, daddy? Can I?” Theman just shakes the bottle for a bit, smiling at his slutty, redheaded son.He turns to Craig. “What do you think? You wanna see my k** on poppers?He’ll go crazy!” “I–I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt him…” “Trust me,if these things did any permanent damage, he’d be a lot more fucked up thanhe his. This k** goes through about four bottles of this shit a week!””Please…poppers…” the boy says quietly, his eyes following the bottle’severy move. It’s clear to everyone in the room that he wants thatbottle–badly. “Is he gonna…try to…touch me?” Craig asks, and isimmediately struck by how silly this sounds. He’s talking as if the c***dcould m***** him–what a backwards thought. But still, the way the boywent after his dad’s hole and the way the poppers are making him act…andhe hasn’t even sniffed them yet. “I’ll tell ya what, buddy,” Mick says tohis k**. “Since our friend is new to all this, I just want you to take ahit and do some dirty talk, OK? No touching. In fact, go over there andsit in the middle of the floor.” Obediently, the small c***d hauls himselfup to standing, then walks a few feet to the middle of the living roomfloor and plops down on his knees. He looks like a puppy dog begging forfood. “OK, k**do. Here ya go,” Mick says, then rolls the bottle acrossthe floor till it hits the little boy in the knees. Without wasting asecond, Seamus snatches up the bottle, uncaps it, and holds it up to hisnose. He takes a big, long hit–longer than Craig would ever take of hisadult poppers. Then he pauses for a moment, and the little tyke doesanother even bigger hit off the colorful bottle. You could hear a pin dropin the room as the two men watch the boy, who stares back at them, blank,his eyes wide and all pupil. Then it starts. The filth starts to pourfrom the little boy’s mouth in an almost endless stream. “Cock. Fuck. Ineed cock. Please! I am a little boy, and I know I shouldn’t love cock asmuch as I do, but I can’t help it! I just love everything about dick! Ilove the way it feels when a cock slides into my little throat and lets mesqueeze it as hard as I can with my mouth muscles. The only thing betterthan that is when I get it up my boy butt!” Seamus giggles for a moment,his eyes rolling back up into his head. He seems to be in a sort of la laland reserved specifically for little boys high on poppers and horny forcock. Then, without warning, he takes two more giant hits off his bottles.”I’m so happy I’m a slut!” he announces gleefully. “Sluts get to do somuch fun stuff! Like I feel bad for all those little boys who don’t knowwhat it tastes like when you’re puking up cum on a cock you’ve only justmet two minutes ago. Or what it’s like when a man pisses up your butt andthen makes you drink it after you shit it out in the toilet.” He pausesagain, then takes two more major hits off the poppers. “Oh fuck, I needcock NOW!” he says, then begins to crawl across the floor on all fours,still talking as he makes his way over to the two men. “I am seriouslygonna die if I don’t have some cock in one of my holes in the next fiveseconds I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” “Oh god, here he comes!” cried Mick. “Quick, take some of these. It’ll make it easier!” The next few thingshappened so quickly, Craig would have a hard time remembering how it allwent down. He looked to Mick, who was shaking up the bottle of adultpoppers and quickly uncapping it. Then he looked to Seamus, who was nowcrawling slowly across the floor on all fours, like a puppy with a badlimp. The little thing was moving his head aimlessly back and forth whilehe murmured to “Cock. Oh god, cock. I need cock, I need it inside me,I’ve gotta get some cock! I’ll die if I don’t. Cock is the only reasonI’m alive no food no drink no sleep just cock cock cock cock…” Mickelbowed Craig in the ribs and said excitedly, “Now watch this, buddy, youwon’t believe this shit.” He pitched his voice louder for Seamus, andcalled the boy.”Seamus! Here boy! Over here, Seamus!” He slapped Craig’s thigh acouple times, just like he’s trying to attract a puppy.Seamus raised his head to point his face at the two men, and they couldsee that the lights though the lights were on in his little head, no onewas home. The green of his eyes had shrunk to a tiny ring, because hispupils were dilated like he had just taken three snorts of cocain. Hismouth was hanging, a strand of drool swinging from the corner of it as heshambled across the living-room floor.”Knew I smelled cock. I’m gonna get some cock in me! I need cock,please!” The little boy is still in such a stupor that he can’t movequickly, but he looks a bit more focused on his goal, if that was possible.He finally arrived at the couch and fell into a position that is all tonormal for boy sluts like him. He was on his knees, head cocked up, as hestared up at the beautiful piece of meat before him. He balanced himselfgently on Craig’s hairy knees, completely fixated on the oozing, throbbing,veiny pillar of flesh towering over him.The little guy settled back on his haunches, and looked just about readyto pounce when-“Seamus,” Mick broke in.The cock-crazed little k**whore swiung his vacant face toward,continuing his pathetic babbling but freezing. The sneaky little guy,however, continues to slowly move his hands up those hairy calves, untilthey pass Craig’s knees and make his way to his inner thigh.”Cock, right in front of me. I know it. I can feel the cock heat andsmell the cock drool. Almost at the cock.””No, Seamus,” Marcus said sternly. “No cock for you until this nice mansays so.”Seamus whimpered, but he didn’t really protest. He just mumbled more,now inaudible, and with a seriously sad look in his eye. Sad and hungry.Craig was of course horrified at what he was witnessing, but he couldn’tdeny that he was more turned on than he ever had been before. He seemed tobe having that experience a lot these days.The daddy didn’t know whether to be relieved that the littlecockslut–the little boy, what was he thinking, calling him acockslut?—untangled his little fingers from his leg hair and wrapped histiny white arms around the back of Craig’s bent knee. He couldn’t help buttwist his mouth up in disdain, though, when Seamus started humping hislittle bald kindergarten crotch against Craig’s hairy shin, just like anill-behaved dog. And when the k** lowered his face to lick and suck atCraig’s inner thigh, still prattling the whole time against Craig’s saltyskin and the rough hair there, Craig looked at Mick, his eyes screaming,”WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?””This is what I wanted to show you, guy,” Mick said, already able toread his new friends’ mind.He nodded his head down toward his son, so Craig returned his gaze tothe tiny, ghost-pale 5-year-old hunching mindlessly against his tanned leglike his narrow (so crushable, the thought comes unbidden to Craig) hipsare battery operated, bright-red hair sometimes barely brushing against theunderside of Craig’s rigid cock as the slut scrubs his adorable faceagainst the coarse hair of his thigh like he’s trying to scratch his faceall up, mark it as Craig’s.Mick’s voice interrupted his reverie: “This is his holding pattern. There’s no way to make him stop except giving in or physically takingcharge of him. I know; I’ve tested it.””Wh–what do you mean?””Back in March I decided to conduct a little experiment. I wanted tosee just how long my little whorebaby here”–he reached into Craig’s lap toruffle Seamus’s hair, bouncing Craig’s hardon a couple times with hismuscular forearm–“would keep it up. I saved up a week’s worth of MarchMadness games on my DVR, and on Saturday morning I set myself up nude onthe couch with a whole day’s worth of food and beer. Brought a cup to kaçak iddaa pissinto, too, because I didn’t plan on getting up before Seamus did.”Then I put him in this holding pattern, and started up the games. Andlet me tell you, man, I got through the whole week of games. Whenever Ipissed, I’d have Seamus take a break and drink it down, so that the cupwould always be available and so that he didn’t get dehydrated, butotherwise he stayed at it all day and all night. When I fell asleep, hewas still going. When I woke up on the night to piss and have him drinkit, he was still going. When I woke up on the couch the next morning, hewas STILL going, with a couple empty bottles of k**die poppers at hisknees. I’m not ashamed to admit it: He outlasted me. When I woke up andrealized my son had been on his knees in front of me, humping my leg andmaking out with my thigh and huffing poppers for NINETEEN HOURS STRAIGHT, Iwas just so proud of him that I let him have it.””And what did he do?””What do you mean, what did he do? He gobbled my cock like it was hisfirst meal in weeks, just like always! I tell you, he sucks cock like ab**st. It’s like he’s a cross between an a****l and a vacuum cleaner. You’ve got to try him, man. Look at how desperate he is for it! All youhave to do is tell him yes.”Craig looked back to Mick just in time to see the man reach over andpush the bottle of adult poppers up against his nose. The last thing hesaw before he began to inhale those intense poppers was that little c***d,fully naked, crawling towards him.Then he was gone, lost in the poppers haze. But this hit, for somereason, didn’t cause him to hallucinate. Instead, it intensified hishorniness beyond belief. His cock swelled up so much it felt like it wasgoing to fly off his body, and he could feel his balls turning in theirsack. He’d never felt so aroused before.Unable to stop himself, he says very quickly, almost a whisper, “Ok. Hecan do it.”Little Seamus leaped at him from the floor, grabbing Craig’s boxers andyanking them down as hard as he can. Craig’s cock flew out and hits hisstomach so hard it knocks the wind out of him.And he could only stare down, almost like he was watching a TV show, asSeamus lost his little mind. His fat, throbbing cock was only on his absfor a moment before Seamus, that little redheaded slut boy, grabbed it withboth hands and commenced devouring it like he was a puppy and the dick wascovered in peanut butter.Craig had seen plenty of blowjobs on porn, and he’d received so many BJsover the course of his life–but still, he was shocked at the feeling ofthis tiny little boy’s vacuum hole devouring him.This was not like the oral sex he’d seen in porno flicks. There was noquiet “mmm” and knowing looks, no smiling, no gentle kissing or licking. No, this was more like watching a pig eat out of a trough. Thegradeschooler looked like he was trying to kill himself via cock to throatblockage. He apparently didn’t care one bit for Craig’s massive mushroomhead–instead he dove down as far as he could, and like a sword swallower,took all of Craig in one gulp. Such a big task for such a little boy!Suddenly, Craig heard a voice in his ear, and realized Mick had slidover closer to him and was now speaking to him. It was hard to hear hiswords through the haze, but Craig did his best to listen. Anything todistract him from the fact that he was currently getting a sloppy blow jobfrom a c***d his son’s age!”Look at him go, buddy,” Mick began, his voice low and growly, his hotbreath hitting Craig’s ear. “This is my son in his natural element. Thisis when he’s happiest–when he has a stranger’s cock buried to right abouthere.”Mick pauses and reaches forward to grab the bottom of his son’s throatwith his hand and squeezed. Craig couldn’t believe how good it felt–beingstroked off while inside a baby boy’s mouth. But it was the best feelinghe’d ever experienced. And even though Seamus was turning red in the face,he didn’t want it to stop, ever.Mick kept squeezing as he continued his speech. “It’s kind ofdisgusting, isn’t it? I mean, he’s just so damn piggy around cock. Buthonestly, it’s not his fault. He was born this way. He came out of thewomb ready to guzzle cum and take cock up his butthole.””Uh, you better stop. I’m–I’m–” Craig was finding it hard to think orspeak. He wanted this to stop, and yet, he wanted it to keep goingforever.”You’re what?” Mick said, now squeezing his son’s throat tighter,choking the boy and jerking off Craig. “You’re gonna blow? You’re gonnaflood my k**’s throat with jizz? You’re gonna deposit your semen directlyinto his stomach? You’re gonna empty your nuts into a little c***d’s facehole?””OH FUCK!” Craig screamed, louder than he intended, as his orgasmovertook him. But this was not just any orgasm. This was the most intenseorgasm the man had ever experienced in his life. It felt like there was afactory in his right testicle that was manufacturing cum like it was anatural resource, and in his left nut was another cum factory twice aslarge.Any normal faggot would have been alarmed at this flood of semen. Eventhe slutty boys in porno films who claim to love to drink cum would havecoughed, snarfed, gagged, and panicked.But the boy on the receiving end of this semen overload was not just anyporn star. He was a Pimpr k**–one of the most active within 100miles–and he was more than used to coaxing out insane loads. That meantthe little gradeschooler was able to chug Craig’s seed without batting aneye (in fact he was staring up at Craig the entire time), and he didn’tmake a peep, except for a few inevitable snorts, snarfs, and cum sneezes.When it was finally over, all the boy did was pop his head off, let outa little burp, and say “Thanks!” with a big smile on his face. Then hequickly went back to work on Craig’s cock head, apparently hoping theremight be more cum there to gobble up.”Oh shit,” Craig said, panting. “I shouldn’t have done that. That wasbad…get him off me!”Despite Craig’s obvious distress, Mick didn’t make a move. Instead, helaughed. “Relax, buddy. Just give it a second. That was just your firstload, and this brand of poppers is a multiple load brand. Here, takeanother sniff!” “No way!” Craig said, trying to get up. But unfortunatelyhe was trapped by the little vacuum currently working on his cock head. “Don’t you dare! I don’t–” “Shhhh,” Mick said, then held the bottle upunder Craig’s nose again. Craig had no choice but to breathe in, and onceagain, he found himself paralyzed, unable to stop what was happening beforehim.”I wanna show you something, bud,” Mick said as he got up from thecouch. Without warning, he grabbed his son and yanked him off Craig’s dick.The k** was sucking so hard the pop of his mouth being pulled off the cockhead made a loud, echoing sound.Craig’s head was swimming as he stared down at the floor. Mick hadturned the little boy around and positioned him on all fours right in frontof Craig, so the boy’s knees were directly between Craig’s spread feet.Then Mick grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks, those two unbelievably tiny paleglobes, and yanked them apart. Inside was something completely expectedand yet still absolutely shocking. Craig was getting a good, hard look atthe tiny, pink pucker of Seamus’ backdoor love tunnel.”Did you know I let my k** decide how many nights a week he works? Whenhe was little, he only did two or three. But for the past year or so, he’sCHOOSING to work seven days a week. Seriously, if he could have it, Ithink he would suckle men’s genitals around the clock. But I have to makesure he eats and sleeps–cause he underperforms if he gets too hungry orsleepy.””Does….does his um…hole ever get tired out?” Craig couldn’t stopstaring at that pink hole. It looked SO much like his own son’s. This k**HAD to be a virgin too.”Ha! You mean does is his hole all floppy and gaping due to hisobsessive sex addiction?” Then, without any warning at all, Mick stands upon his knees, points his fat, thick cock head at his son’s opening, andpushes. Craig can only see the back of Mick’s muscled body, and he seesthe man’s ass clench and flex as he pushes forward.It’s such a smooth movement, Craig can’t believe it. In no time, hehears the guy’s flesh slap against the boy’s ass. His own heart is racingas he realizes that right now, the little slut on the floor is taking EVERYinch of the cock that made him.And he’s loving it! Craig can hear his tiny, high-pitched voicemoaning, groaning, giggling, and yelping. The boy sounds overwhelmed, buthe also sounds extremely happy.This only lasts for a minute or so before the man roughly pulls out,once again displaying the little c***d’s ass for Craig. It’s now gaping,winking, pulsating–trying to close up after being invaded by a cock thatmust be at least five times as thick as the diameter the hole once was.Mick makes the boy shake and moan as he traces his finger around hisson’s winking orifice. “See, you’d think this thing was ruined, wouldn’tyou? But let me tell you a little secret: God made little boys’ holes outof rubber. The younger the boy, the more elastic the hole. These thingsare meant to be stretched!” With that, the man poked both of his thickthumbs into his k**’s sloppy hole and YANKED, eliciting a high-pitchedsqueal from the c***d prostitute.”But that’s where the genius of poppers for k**s comes in. Watch.” Mickextracts his fingers from the k** and leans forward to grab the bottle ofpoppers for k**s off the carpet. “Do the trick,” he commands his son. Without hesitating, the little boy flips over on to his back and lifts oneleg high above his head. He’s looking under his leg at Craig, smilingwhile showing off his recently fucked hole.Mick reaches forward and hands the boy the poppers, but only aftergiving it a hearty shake and uncapping it. The boy eagerly grabs it,maintaining his pose, and shoves them hungrily up his nose. Then he takesseveral deep breaths until his daddy grabs back the bottle and caps it.”Watch the hole,” Mick says.Craig doesn’t need to be told, because the transformation is alreadyhappening, and it’s intoxicating. Right before his eyes, the hole isclosing up. It’s pulsing, but each pulse makes it tighter and tighter andtighter until it’s remarkably back to the original state it was in.”My god…that’s…that’s…””Genius?” Mick suggests, smiling. “Now watch how this affects the k**.”As if on cue, the little boy lets out a loud howl, like a wolf puppy, andthen locks eyes with Craig. The begging begins.”Fuck me!” he says, sounding much like the main character of TheExorcist. The k** is crazed! “Please! I need to be dicked! I need cockall the way up my guts! I need a hard, rough fucking to scare me out of myslut trance! I want you to find my bum limit and push it to its breakingpoint, then keep pushing! Please, don’t hold back! JUST FUCKING FUCK ME,PLEASE!!!!”Mick takes a red wine bottle,and fills 300ml into the boys boypussy.and he invites the k** to smoke a pipe, filled with the best opium.The k** was so horny, he smokes the opium pip, while masturbating his cock. Now he was drunk and soooo high.If you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing a horny elementary schoolslut begging to get fucked senselessly, then you don’t know how powerfulsuch a command can be. Even our hardened and hard hero, Craig, can’tresist the beggings of such a hungry little butt whore.And so, before Mick can stop him, he lunges forward, and grabs a bottleof poppers. He shakes, uncaps, and shoves it up his nose.”OH NO!” Mick cried out. “Those are the Popperz4k**z! Oh fuck! Thoseare way too strong for adults! k**Z ONLY!”Mick grabs the bottle out of Craig’s hands, but it’s too late. Craig isalready gone, completely transported to slut land. In some ways, thepoppers have the same effect on him as they do on the little boy. He isconfused, stupid, hungry, and unbelievably horny.But it doesn’t make him want to have stuff crammed up his asshole. No,instead it has the opposite effect. It makes him want to fuck, BAD, andthat’s just what he plans to do.”Hold, on k**do!” Mick shouts, hopping up on the couch. He’s obviouslyconcerned for his k**, but not enough to stop what’s about to happen. Hewants to enjoy the show of a man losing control and fucking a k** for thefirst time.Now, you’d think that a conflicted daddy like Craig would be gentle. He’d maintain his concern and composure, even if he was being forced togive in to his own sexual desires–namely that of butt fucking a baby slut.You’d be wrong. Poppers4k**z were designed to remove ALL inhibitions,where adult poppers only strip away a few layers. Because that’s what k**sare, right? Little bundles of inhibitions just waiting to be torn toshreds.Unfortunately for everyone involved, this translated into Craig havingzero inhibitions as he lined up his pulsating, pool-ball-sized cock headagainst the tiny sphincter on display in front of him and PUSHED. And hekept pushing, so that within three seconds he was completely inside thec***d prostitute.Now, you know you’ve got a big cock when you can elicit a noise like ahowl and a woman’s scream out of a boy who makes a living out of taking bigadult cocks up his pooper day in and day out.There were two loud pops as well, nearly drowned out by kaçak bahis the boy’s wails.Mick knew that meant the cock had plowed through both walls of the boy’sanal cavity, something that usually took at least a minute of fucking.Craig didn’t stop there, either. Fully in the clutches of Popperz4k**z,he immediately set at the task of turning Seamus’ internal organs intomushy k**die guts. He did not hold back–he couldn’t. And it wasn’t justthe poppers either.No, he was fucking with such fury and rage, because the hole in front ofhim was not that of the little guy upstairs. He wanted to be sinking intoCodey’s cunt, not this strange boy’s cunt. This strange little boy whom hefound over the Internet had ruined his chance at losing his k**die-r****gvirginity to his own son, and for that, Seamus had to pay.Though looking at Seamus, you wouldn’t realize he was really “paying”for anything. His face was twisted in an expression that screamedpain–but there was a smile behind those tear-filled eyes. The k** was inhis element–that element being the throes of a boygasm.This was no surprise at all to Mick, who was sitting back on the couch,stroking his cock, and watching his son get deep-dicked. The k**’s secondwall was like an orgasm switch. Whenever it was punctured, the k** set offin one of his half-cute, half-pathetic k**die orgasms. They were violent,but Mick couldn’t tell if it was his k** seizuring out a dry cum or if itwas the fact that his ass was being divided into two equal parts by Craig’sfat boner.The boygasm was coming to an end, which meant Mick had to get up. Hesighed–he was so comfy and was enjoying watching the show, but he had ajob to do, as a father to Seamus and a friend to Craig.The father of one of Pimpr’s top prostitutes got up and headed over tokneel behind his boy. He watched the boy’s big green eyes, waiting to see”the change.” It was like a Dr. Jekyll/c***dWhore thing. When he wascumming, the little guy’s eyes were distant and far off, as if he was insome faraway neverland occupied wholly by c***dren who know they canboygasm. (They all can, by the by.)But then, by the end of it, the life comes back to his eyes, along witha hell of a lot of pain. Sure, Seamus is a pain slut, and he LOVES gettingfucked, but a kindergarten hole is a kindergarten hole. It’s not gonnafeel “good” to take a porno-sized cock, no matter how many times you do it.And this was by far the roughest fuck Seamus had had so far in his fewyears on Earth.So when he “comes to,” Seamus begins to realize what a mess he’s gottenhimself into. Fortunately, Mick had a few years of experience trying tofigure out the best way to soothe his son while he was getting brutallyfucked.First he plucked out two sex hairs–one from the back of his nutsack andone from his armpit–and shoved them in the wailing k**’s mouth. Seamussucks on anything put in his mouth, so he has no problem gagging on hisdad’s fingers, even when he is getting the **** of a lifetime.That obviously was not nearly enough, so after a bit of that, Mick gotup and just started teabagging his k**. I’m not sure how two big, hairy,cum-filled balls are actually comforting to a c***d getting his anusshredded, but Seamus sucked them into his mouth like they were two giantAdvil tablets to kill the pain.Craig took the boy’s calmness as an opportunity to double down on hisefforts. Do you know why? Because in his EXTREME poppered-up state, theboy beneath him wasn’t some professional c***d slut bent on guzzling cumand sucking anonymous cock.No, the little creature beneath him had transformed into you know who.Codey.It was Codey on his back in the living room, getting carpet burn up anddown his entire little back. It was Codey who was breathing and screaminglike a pregnant woman giving birth to a 15-pound baby.It was Codey who was relentlessly, ruthlessly getting deep-dicked by hisown father, rammed and ripped open by the very penis that spermed him intohis mommy’s pussy before she up and left.Of course, back in the real world, it was just little Seamus, one ofPimpr’s most beloved butt sluts, taking a royal pounding on the living-roomfloor. But if Seamus was anything, he was a true trouper! Sure, he wasmaking all kinds of weird sounds (both internally and externally), butthere were no protests. But he did need a bit more comfort, so he screamedout, “FINGIES, DADDY!”Mick smiled at this. “He likes to suck on fingers when he’s in intensepain.” Then Mick started to move his hand toward the c***d, but Craigslapped it away. “If this slut wants fingers, he’ll get fingers!” Craigshouted, and then mashed his fist into the little boy’s face.It was clear this was not the comforting touch Seamus was seeking,though still he didn’t protest. Instead, he allowed his jaw to be yankedopen, hard, by all four fingers of Craig’s meaty paw.Craig had apparently surfaced enough from his fantasy to discover thejoys of dirty talking at a grade-school-aged boy. As he built himself upto his orgasm, he released a sudden torrent of filthy speech to his littlerented-out fuck puppet.”You nasty little piece of shit,” the full-grown man said to the tinylittle boy he was pounding into oblivion. “You fucking love cock, don’tyou? It’s all you live for. You are obsessed, and that’s how you getyourself into these kinds of messes, you little piece of cum waste.”He was pumping hard and faster, really LONGDICKING the little k**beneath him. “You don’t even deserve cock, you know that? Boys like youtake up all our time with your stupid wants and needs, and you give usNOTHING in return. Well it’s payback time, bitch. You get to pay withyour guts, and I get to COLLECT THE CASH!”At this point, Mick realized that his new best friend was imaginingSeamus to be his own flesh and blood. This realization nearly made Mickshoot out the cum load boiling in his nuts. But he held off, because heknew this was going to get really good.”OH YOU LITTLE FUCKING SLUT!” Craig screamed. Mick did nothing to stophim from shouting at the top of his lungs. “This cunt was MEANT TO BEUSED! YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A CUM-FOR-CASH k**DIE FROM THE DAY YOU WEREBORN.”Craig threw his head back, nearly ready to explode in the c***d’s guts.”AH CODEY! FUCK YOU, SON! FUCK YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME! IT’S YOUR FAULTYOU’RE A SLUT, AND SO YOU ARE GONNA PAY! GET READY FOR THE FIRST DAY OFTHE REST OF YOUR LIFE, CODEY! YOU’RE A REAL PIMPR SLUT NOW, AREN’T YOUCODEY?? AREN’T YOU!?””DADDY??” came a voice from across the room. A little voice. Ahigh-pitched voice. A very familiar voice for Craig.”CODEY!” Craig shouted as he looked up to see his son standing at thefoot of the stairs in his little briefs with the monkeys and bananas allover them, staring with his thumb in his mouth at the scene in front ofhim. His little red cast is bent up against his tummy.And that’s when Craig started to explode. His first two shots of gooeyman juice went right into Seamus’ upper intestine, and then in his shock hepulled out of the little boy with a sickening “SHLUUUUURP.”Craig rose to his feet, his knees trembling, as he went Sandy Hook onthe room. In other words, he shot all the c***dren in the room multipletimes–with his sperm. That includes our dear little Codey, who wasamazingly standing 8 feet away and still managed to get a thick glob ofbaby sauce on his chin and a splatter of it across his forehead. He lookedlike a milk advertisement.Craig, still spewing jizz, rushed over to his son. His big, hard cockwas bright red and slimy as all fuck, and it was now leaking big globs ofcum, his balls bouncing up and down.”Codey! What are you doing awake??” he said, trying half-heartedly tocover up his 9-inch manhood. It was simply impossible. Craig was rapidlycoming down from his poppers high, and he was already feeling sick aboutthe scene before him.”I–I thought you were calling me, daddy. Are you mad at me?” Suddenly,Codey was crying. “What were you doing to that boy, daddy?” he whined. The little boy was always an easy crier, though perhaps he had somejustification, seeing that he had just walked in on his beloved daddyclearly hurting and torturing a naked little boy his own age. And he gothit with cock slop. And he’s probably a pretty sleepy and cranky littleguy in the middle of the night, isn’t he?”Oh, baby, it’s OK,” Craig says, trying not to think about how hisswollen, cum-and-ass-juice-covered cock is only inches away from his son’ssobbing face.”Here, daddy will make it all better.”Craig decides that even though he’s totally obscene, he has to get thisk** out of the room. There is a p*******e and a c***d slut in the livingroom, and his son is not safe. So he bends down, picks up his sobbing son,and carries him upstairs.Codey instinctively wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck and his legsaround his waist. He has no idea that this is effectively the sameposition he will be in when his father decides it’s time to pop his cherry.Craig’s mind is totally swimming. The poppers are still getting to him,and he’s coming down from an incredible orgasm. But more than that, hecannot believe what he just did. The Poppers4k**z can only hide so much.He had just fucked the living daylights out of a k** Codey’s age. And he’ddone it with total abandon.And his son had caught him.He plops Codey down in bed and pulls the cover up. The k** is almostasleep again, thankfully. He ruffles the boy’s hair, tells him to go backto sleep, and creeps back downstairs.As soon as he hits the bottom step, both Seamus and his father rush upto him. “Jesus, is that the casted k**?” Mick exclaimed. “He’s evensexier in real life!””Hey! We didn’t finish!” Seamus whines. “I’m supposed to clean youoff!” The little k** reaches for his dick.Craig finds himself trying to fend off a teeny-tiny cock slut who wantsto slurp on dirty cock while also listening to a stranger talk about howslutty and horny and sexy his son is. It’s all too much for him.”GET OUT!” he screams, and both Mick and Seamus freeze. “GET THE FUCKOUT OF MY HOUSE!””Jesus, buddy,” Mick says. “You don’t have to go so crazy now thatyou’ve cum–” Now Seamus is the boy that’s sobbing. Mick gives Craig astern yet knowing look, scoops up his naked little slut hound, and walksout the door.Craig sits on the couch for a moment and buries his head in his hand. He can’t stop the images running through his mind. That little boy huffingon a brown bottle, slurping on his dad’s butthole, sucking on pubic hairs.And getting fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked like no c***d should befucked. And god….that orgasm…”No,” Craig said out loud. “I have to stop this once and for all.” Hecreeps up the stairs and nearly heads to his bedroom. Then he realizes heshould check on his son one more time.He tiptoes into Codey’s room and looks at the little angel sleeping. Though most angels don’t fall asleep with their father’s cum drying ontheir face, but let’s not split hairs.He carefully sits down on the edge of the boy’s bed and begins to softlystroke his hair. “I’m sorry, Codey,” he whispers, as he traces one handdown his son’s cheek and over his lips.Which, he realizes, was a huge mistake, because as soon as his fingercrosses over the boy’s pouty pink lips, it’s sucked into that face hole. The boy is suckling on his finger like it’s a teat, reminding Craig thatthere is indeed something inherently slutty about his sweet little boy.”Oh god,” he says, noticing how his cock is almost instantly hard again.He really would have loved to have someone clean off his cock with theirmouth–he just couldn’t allow it to be that whoremonster of a c***d,Seamus. It was too much.But here…here was an open mouth ready to suck…. And would Codeyever know? Craig was shouting at himself to stop as he traced one fingeralong his stiffening cock, collecting up the cock snot and boy butt slimeuntil he has a frothy glob on the tip of that middle finger.Then, as a tear rolls down his eye, he sticks his finger back up tothose lips. “Mmmmm,” Codey moans in his sleep.Craig tries another fingerful, and another. And that’s how he spendsthe last few hours of that fateful night: in his son’s bedroom, in tears,unable to stop himself from finger-feeding his son the **** residue fromhis cock.Finally, just as the sun is coming up, he realizes he never locked thedoor after kicking out Mick and his whorebaby. He latches the deadbolt andis just about to head upstairs when he notices something on the coffeetable in the living room.There’s a silver card, a little bigger than a business card, lyingneatly in the very center. On the back of it is the Pimpr logo, whichmakes Craig sick to his stomach.He reaches down and plucks it, finding it to be a bit sticky–some sortof sex goo holding it in place, no doubt, he thinks ashamedly.Craig flips the card over and finds it filled with text that reads:You’re invited to the third annual Pimpr Dads and Sons Meet and Greet!This is a time for the men and boys of Pimpr to come together, socialize,and have fun–and maybe even provide a little feedback on the Pimprexperience.Time: Wednesday, May 4th, 9am – ????Where: The Garden Hotel and MegaplexWhat You Need: Your cock, a bottle of poppers, and your k** if you haveone! Single men who are fans of Pimpr are also encouraged to attend. Allc***d prostitutes must arrive lubed and collared. Poppers will also beprovided, of course, as will a few other substances and as always an openbar.Can’t wait to meat your boys!From,And then, written in by hand: Your New Friend, Mick.

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