Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 20:35:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: D Spam <spam.damn@ymail.com>
Subject: The Son I Met As An Adult, Part 4

Did I tell you that Alex texted me the other day and said I had his consent
to molest his son (if he had one). "Just wait till he's in elementary
school, Dad."

I look at the one kindergarten photo his mom sent me, one of the one's I've
jacked off looking at. I imagine his beautiful son at that age, sitting on
my lap, us both naked. Alex is sitting across the living room from me,
stroking his cock.

He gets up and walks to us. He picks his little boy up, the one who's just
about to start first grade next year, turns him so they face each other,
and puts his tongue in the little boy's mouth. The whole time they make
out, Alex's middle finger snakes its way up the little boy's fuck chute.

I lean forward and replace the finger with my tongue. I taste a drop of
semen; must be from his other granddad.

"Looks like your other dad beat us to him today, Alex," I say. "Yeah," he
confirms. "Dad fucked a load into him this morning while my boy gave me
head."

I ask my son if he shot a wad into his little boy's mouth, and the kid
enthusiastically says, "YES!" My little grandson loves to suck off his old
man.

Given that his little cum tunnel has already been stretched today and is
already coated with another man's spooge, Alex tells me to fuck the little
child. He lowers the child onto my dripping cock and gently slides him
down. When my cockhead gets to his tight sphincter, a torrent of cum flows
out of him. My slimy cock easily makes it's way several inches up into the
little boy's rectum.

The kid leans forward and starts to blow his father. Alex and I stare into
one another's eyes and both of us come in unison: me into his little boy's
ass, him down his throat.

What a good day.