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It’s the Easter weekend. The first warm days have gone by and life outside starts thriving, everything is blossoming and getting green. The parks and playgrounds are opening again. My 6 year old son urges me to go to the park with him, he wants some ice cream. I take my keys and his little hand. We say goodbye to mommy and his baby brother. Mommy looks tired, as often. Then we ride the elevator down. Out the entrance hall and onto the busy street. Good dressed people everywhere, here where primarily the money lives. The porter greets us, calls us both “sir”. It’s important to get a nice bonus when Christmas comes around, but that is far away from now. A new outside season is coming first, but thinking of tomorrow is important. Everyone is trying to claw their way up. We wait for the green signal, cross the street, and suddenly we are in the park. A balloon parlor is standing at the entrance area. My son points at a heart shaped balloon, and I buy it for him. He is running around and the balloon waves through the air. He knows exactly where to run. The ice cream parlor has already put out all the colorful signs. Little tables are standing everywhere and I look into an ocean of dark sunglasses, like hundreds of faces with dark holes instead of eyes. They stare right back into the same dark holes covering my eyes.
My son is standing in front of the counter and points out to all the sorts he wants to eat. Of course it is way too much, so I have to deal him down to a more reasonable size. He gets a little sundae and away we go. We wander through the park, enjoying the warm sun and the light. Passing by a restroom I tell him we need to go inside. He frowns, he’s not used to that on a Sunday, but the season has changed and he has to learn that. The balloon flies away, maybe it will make another kid happy somewhere. When we enter I see a lot of men of all walks of life are inside. All of them eying my son, holding his little sundae. “He needs some special sauce for his ice cream!” I say in a sober and neutral tone. The first cock is smearing thick precum over his little cheek. He doesn’t want it, but he opens his mouth. He knows what happens if he doesn’t. He sucks the man off so quickly, it’s astonishing for such a young boy. The first load of cum splashes over the ice cream and the next 10 are done in under five minutes. I clean his face and we leave. We make our way back home and he’s shoveling the cum covered ice cream into his little mouth while passing by hundreds, maybe thousands of people. I take photos of him eating and encourage him to open his mouth wide. Back at the building the porter greets us again and we ride the elevator up. Entering the apartment, mommy is sleeping, a needle still sticking in her arm. My son walks over to her and removes it, like he learned a while ago. He calls her mommy, but she of course isn’t. He forgot his real mommy a while ago after I grabbed him at the zoo. I sent her to take the baby from the hospital and she got lots of drugs for it. When she’s done, and that might be soon, I’ll get the next one. There’s enough of them out there. My son is finished with his ice cream.
I send him to the special room, where the tripods and other equipment is already built up. The doorbell rings and I let the men in. Then I go and get the baby.