Date: Mon, 23 May 2016 08:29:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Victor Herrmann <doublehelix2632@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Running By the Docks Part 4

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Running by the Docks - Part 4
by Doublehelix26

The next day, Sunday. Sunny out, so I got my 5 miles in early. Just getting
back to the house around 10 when I see the chav and his boy loitering
outside my building. Chav's face lights up when he sees me. I slow down,
breathing heavily (I'm not early 20s anymore?) The chav and his son are in
shorts and T-shirts today. Footballer look. Works for me. No need for much
talking really. My biggest concern is getting them past the
doorman. Again. Mike's his name and Mike's no idiot. He sees everything,
knows everyone who lives in the building. It's not so much that I care
about his opinion of me. But lately he's been giving me this strange
look. 'Not sure if it's a knowing smile and a wink he's been giving me or a
'I know what you're up to, you sick fuck.' Either way, awkward. Well, as it
happens, when we head inside, Mike's busy in the back somewhere, his desk
sporting a 'Back in 5 minutes' sign. Lucky me.

The chav and his son head to the lift with me. I'm soaked with sweat, my
shirt clinging to my chest. The chav's shorts are doing nothing to conceal
his hard cock. Horny bugger couldn't even wait till we get to my
flat. Which we reach soon enough. I strip down to get rid of my wet
clothes. No point in showering, I figure. The chav follows me to the living
room and strips on the way. By the time he hits the living room, he's
naked, hard-on pointing out. His body's every bit as sexy as I remembered
it. A mixture of Lynx and faint sweat wafts over to me as his tosses his
clothes in a corner. His son is standing behind him, seems unsure what to
do. 'You need an invite or something?' chav snaps. Which prompts the boy to
strip too. His not-so-little boner sticking up.

I point to the sofa and tell the son, 'lie down,' and walk up to the chav,
grabbing him by his cock. I lean in real close, brush my lips along the
side of his face for a second. To tease him. Squeeze his cock a few
times. Hard. He does his heavy breathing thing again, goes all shivery and
weak-kneed on me like he's done before. So predictable. But kinda
shot. He's horny as hell. I look over to his naked son lying on my
sofa. The whisper in chav's ear, 'so, you liked our little snapchat
yesterday?' He just nods. And then gives me now of his dirty smiles and
says, 'made me cum twice.' Dirty bugger.

Tugging on his cock, I walk him over to the sofa. Time to have some
fun. 'Turn around, kid,' I command the son, asking him to roll onto his
belly. His slim body is stretched out on my sofa, his little butt wiggling
around to accommodate his boner underneath. I make the chav kneel down with
me by his son's side. Chav's cock is throbbing in my hand. I give him a few
strokes. Chav looks at his naked son wiggling in front of him. To the boy I
say, 'use your hands, kid, to spread your ass cheeks for us.' I know he
knows what I'm talking about 'cause I saw some pics on his phone
yesterday. Innocent this boy is not. Sure enough, he readily reaches behind
himself and pulls is little butt open. Chav looks at me, unsure what's
going on. I swap my hold on his cock my left hand, give him a few
reassuring strokes, and then put my right hand behind his head. I push his
face down into his son's ass crack. 'Be nice to your son,' I tease. Chav
gets with the programme. Fast. He starts licking his son's ass out. Pushing
his tongue deep into his son's hole. The boy starts squirming and
moaning. He's loving it. Chav is clearly having a good time too. I keep
pushing down on his head for good measure, making sure his face is deep in
his son's ass. My left hand, slowly stroking the chav's cock has gone
moist, a combination of sweat on the chav's cock and droplets of pre-cum
forming at the tip of his cock. With each stroke, his foreskin picks up a
little bit of pre-cum, smearing it over his cocked in a glistening
film. Rimming his son is turning chav on.

After a while, I pull the chav up. 'Time to turn around, kid,' I tell the
son. He turns on his back. Pointing at his son, I order the chav, 'sit on
his face.' Chav give me his 'you dirty bastard smile' but doesn't
object. And neither does his son. He lies there on his back, obediently
waiting for his dad to kneel over him, facing towards the boys feet, and
then sits down, his ass crack in his son's face. The boy has no choice but
to start eating his dad's ass. 'Get in there, kid,' I spurn him on. The boy
is going at his dad's asshole with his tongue. He must have seen this on
some porn site before. Talented kid. The chav is going crazy. Pearls of
sweat forming on his face. His glistening cock throbbing in my hand. 'Jerk
yourself off, kid,' a command the son. He's more than keen. Eagerly eating
his dad's ass, he starts masturbating furiously. I keep stroking the chav,
who has a good view of his son's wanking. 'You like this?' I ask and the
chav just nods with a broad horny grin.

I start stroking him faster now. He's being stimulated by his son's greedy
tongue and my strokes. Watching his son jerking off is turning him on
too. The son cums first, a few small spurts of boy cum. Which tips the chav
over the edge. I yank his cock hard and relentlessly while he shoots eight
long lines of warm cum all over his son's body. The boy is getting soaked
in cum. Chav is panting. I tease his cock for a short while, his head now
super sensitive. Then I pull him off his son.

Placing him on all fours in front of the sofa, I shove his face onto his
sons belly. Chav is getting his face smeared in his own cum, mixed with his
son's. I make sure he facing his son's face. And then I shove my hard cock
in his ass. Poor chav has just blown a massive load and must be
exhausted. But it's my turn now. My cock slides in easy, chav's hole having
been worked over by his son. I fuck him hard and in short stabs. His son is
watching, fascinated. He has his dad's head resting on his cum-soaked belly
while daddy is getting fucked. Suddenly, the boy has his phone out. Where
the hell did he stash that!? Anyway, I can only guess what he's up to. For
a second I'm worried about leaving evidence. But then I hear the familiar
sounds of Snapchat. No worries there. The chav doesn't even object to being
photographed even though he's not in the most flatting position right now?
Maybe he's used to it?

Enjoying the attention of the camera, I put on a good show. I fuck the chav
hard for a few more minutes and then shoot in his ass. I take my time to
savour my orgasm, slowing down until the last bit of cum has been deposited
deep in the chav's gut. The three of us are filthy with sweat and cum.
Maybe that shower would be a good idea now? As I pull out of the chav and
he and I are still calming down, our breathing gradually slowing, the boy
taps away at his phone. 'Uncle Matt says hi,' he announces (and the chav
emits a weak, almost scared groan as if to respond 'oh please no!'). The
son smiles. 'Looks like it's his turn to put on a wicked smile: 'Matt wants
to come over.