After a while--Tim imagined that it was the next morning--Wilson once again brought him oatmeal. The cop was completely naked and fully erect. He was stroking his c**k with his free hand.
"Did you like your oatmeal yesterday, boy?" he asked, gruffly.
"Yes, Sir," Tim replied.
Wilson was still stroking his c**k, looking like he was about to c*m. And with a loud groan, he did, depositing his load in the bowl of oatmeal, along with a dose of pubic hair.
"I'll bet you liked it, Timmy. Jackson and I always add our secret ingredient!" He put the bowl on the floor, turned, and left the room, laughing.
The boy was hungry. He reasoned that, since he had swallowed both men's semen direct from the source, there was no reason to reject it in his food, so he ate the tainted cereal hungrily.
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