My grandson swallows my sperm without knowing.

I'm going to tell you a real secret that makes you proud to be alive.

My name is Ángel, I'm 68 years old. For the last three years, I've been living with my grandson Alberto because I had nowhere else to go and he kindly accepted me. He's a heterosexual, responsible, sexy, and muscular master due to the gym; attractive, handsome, masculine, has exquisite round, large, and firm buttocks, very sexy legs, a big and oval-shaped bulge that shows in his pants, chest, back, and exquisite arms, etc. He's very womanizing and unfaithful because he has great staying power.

When he went to work, I would take advantage of the time to masturbate thinking about him, but then I came up with a much more interesting idea; cumming during his meals. Thanks to learning various cooking skills in my youth, I suggested helping him with food and other things in exchange for his hospitality. So, I started cumming in his yogurts, toothbrush, dental paste, pastries, puddings, milkshakes, soups, creams, mayonnaise, spaghetti, sauces, cum, cakes, sandwiches, salads, dressings, scrambled eggs or omelets, etc.

I always take great care not to leave a visible trace of my cum in his sight. It's always well mixed, blended, injected, seasoned, or sometimes with spices or condiments in between to camouflage the flavor, just like when I prepare semen-flan desserts, among many other different dishes such as salads mixed with ranch cheese and semen, etc. I don't do it every day, but often enough and I love it. All these years have passed this way and my naive grandson has no idea about all the semen he's swallowed; maybe a liter or more, I'm not really sure, maybe much more.

Occasionally at the beginning of this situation, he felt a slightly unusual flavor that he mentioned to me, like sour or salty, but easily fooled him by saying maybe I added too much salt or something else and now he doesn't suspect anything.

From me. It's as exciting as my handsome and attractive grandson eating all my semen without knowing it. I think he already got used to his palate with my semen. I even imagine how all my sperm would run through his sexy male tongue and he wouldn't even notice that his whole mouth has been constantly filled with the nectar, cum, and ejaculations of another man, with the juice of life from another male.

I remember one time when he came home quite drunk and half-asleep after celebrating with his friends at his graduation party. When I saw him in that state, which I had been waiting for days, I went to the kitchen and jerked off like never before into a vodka glass, which I gave him and asked him to celebrate with me. He accepted and we sat down at the table. The semen was quite visible, filling the whole bottom of the glass and rising and falling as if it were a lava lamp. While we talked, I observed that morbid scene like always when I did something similar, until he started drinking from the glass and slowly swallowed all the white liquid characteristic of my sperm. He had an enormous and monumental orgasm, like a graduation prize after so many years of sacrifice. The happy one, smiling and celebrating, raised his glass. I could clearly see the semen threads as they left the lips of the glass and licked his wet lips. He drank until the last drop. I was also looking at the prominent and oval-shaped bulge between his legs, which was noticeable in those pants that didn't leave much to the imagination, since the table was made of crystal! It's one of the best experiences, I assure you! And obviously he never knew.

I've been thinking about writing him a letter or several letters when I die, explaining everything I did to him in detail. Although I won't be alive anymore, it excites me to know that this will be the only and great reward I'll leave him for letting me into his house. All these years (and those that are to come). A great reward for my stupid grandson for swallowing all my semen, all my ejaculations, over all these years. For drinking the nectar of my large testicles through my big penis, several times a week, during all this time and being well-nourished by me, better than anyone; that's what I think I'll write. I imagine how he will think and feel about it and I love the idea because he will have to learn to live with it for the rest of his life.

I'm perverse, I know, and I don't care. Never have been considered a decent person, especially in my youth, but I know how to use a good mask in front of others. I'll die without guilt or remorse. Meanwhile, I'll keep enjoying my mischief with my grandson, like putting semen in his food or sniffing his underwear, spying on him naked when he takes a bath and taking secret photos or videos with the cell phone while he does it or things like that. Even sometimes I've dared to ask him when I serve my sperm in an omelette or cook my semen until it becomes an omelette and mix it with normal eggs: 'How's the cum?' or 'Did you like the taste of the eggs?'