"You were great, Eli Braden (@elibraden)" Eric Gosselin said, hurrying Eli toward the front door.
"We're not on air. Why are you saying my full name with twitter handle?" Eli asked.
"Whatever, man. Have a good one." Eric said, firmly putting his boot in Eli's ass and kicking him out the door. Eli flew, sprawling, out onto the front walk, skinning his hands and face. Eric slammed the door shut and then hurried past Jon.
"Hey, man. What's up?" Jon asked as Eric disappeared into Jon's bedroom.
"You okay, man?" Jon called, knocking on his own bedroom. The lock on the door snapped shut and Eric was off in his own world.
Eric ripped open his laptop and logged on to http://www.chokethatjap-jew.com/, Eric's favorite strangulation porn site. Eric ripped his pants off, not bothering with his belt and actually breaking it as his pants fell. Before long, he was off to the races, stroking like a manic. Sweat rolled down his temples and his face turned beet-red. Blood spurted from his nostrils. Little, red veins bulged and burst in his eyes and finally, he exploded with cum. Cum splashed against Jon's walls and bedspread. Semen washed over Eric's inner thighs and calves. Jism splatted onto his chest and beneath his chin.
The only way I can avoid seeing everyone I love die is to die first. Eric thought and a single tear rolled down his eyes. Such morbid thoughts were common after he popped. His hands were slick with spunk and sweat and he wiped them on Jon's comforter. With that important business done, Eric logged onto Twitter. After retweeting a few times, Eric noticed that he had a private message. He checked out the handle, @McMickey89. The name was vaguely familiar so he went on to read the message.
McMickey89:
is this ok
The lack of punctuation was familiar as well. The cosmo girl. Jon and Eric did a segment where they gave advice to stupid, teenage girls. McMickey89 was one of those girls. He had recommended that she send him pics of her breasts. Beneath the three-word message, there was a link to a jpeg. Eric clicked on the link and saw teenage breasts. He saw a bare, lightly tanned torso with a scatter of freckles across the right breast. Her breasts were the size of plums with tiny, pink nipples. Eric gasped and began to type a reply.
Theericgosselin:
Christ! I could be registered as a sex offender just for looking at this. You can't send grown men pictures of your boobs.
He was about to hit reply, but then thought better of it.
Theericgosselin:
Take another one from a different angle. Your tits look lopsided in this one.
He sent the message and instantly panicked, wishing he could take it back. He awaited a visit from Chris Hansen, but instead he got another picture from McMickey89, headed with the line: is this ok.
This new picture showed the same bare chest, re-angled to show more of her bare, taut stomach. Eric could just make out the hem of a pair of Justin Bieber pajama pants, riding low on her narrow hips. Eric felt a pang of guilt, remembering that he had brought his ten-year-old niece a pair of those pants for her birthday. Eric started a message.
Theericgosselin:
Sweetheart. You're someone's daughter. You should have more respect for yourself.
He nearly sent this message, but again he thought better of it.
Theericgosselin:
That doesn't work either. Let's see what we're working with downstairs.
Another message came almost instantly, headed with the line: is this ok.
This new picture showed her bared crouch, infested with tangles of strawberry blond hair. Eric grimaced at the sight of it.
Theericgosselin:
You need to shave that and I mean now. I'll bet you $100.00 that all the pretty girls at your school are bald down there.
Another message came twenty minutes later, again headed with the line: is this ok.
This new picture showed the girl's newly shaven pussy, lightly dampened and angled directly at the camera.
Theericgosselin:
That's better. I should check out your bung-hole. Just to be sure, of course.
Another message arrived in his inbox ten minutes later. By this time, Jon was banging on his own bedroom door, shouting for Eric to open the door.
"It's my house! I'll call the cops!"
McMickey89's new photo was of her straddling the camera, showing her tight, little ass. Her hands were gripping her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal a tiny, brown circle.
Theericgosselin:
We'll talk about anal bleaching, but first let's try some things.
Eric had her dress in costumes and had her dribble random food items across her breasts. He had her shove her fist up into her vagina and up into her asshole. He had her shove her fist in her mouth and pour dog food across her feet. He had her dress up as a Nazi and a naughty nurse and a regular nurse and a doctor. He had her pack her poop-shot with silverware and her baby-maker with Skittles. He had her take a series of pictures with eggs up her assholes. Cadberry eggs, white shelled eggs, brown shelled eggs, one of those huge, fair-trade, organic eggs. She managed to get each and ever one of them up there without a single crack.
Theericgosselin:
Let's see how far you can get a broomstick up your ass.
The door rattled in its frame as Jon slammed himself into the door, trying to regain access to his own room. Another message arrived in Eric's inbox with the familiar legend: is this ok. This new one was of McMickey89 with a broom handle sticking out of her mouth, Blood and guts were splattered across her lips and cheeks. It was dribbling down her chest and down toward her pussy. She had shoved the broomstick straight through herself and Eric was sure she was dead by now. A cold sweat trickled across the nape of his neck. The door slammed open, bashing into the wall and then falling off the hinges.
"Christ!" Jon cried, his eyes jutting wildly around his bedroom. " There's jizz everywhere!"
The End
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