September 4th, 2023
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Description: It had only been going on for a couple weeks, but my step-son Luke and I had become closer than ever. Closer than your average step-dad and son is typically allowed. I was still a bit incredulous at the fact that my brother, Mason, had opened Luke up before me.I love my brother, and I know that he knows that, since we’ve fooled around, too. Despite my ping of jealousy, I’ll be eternally grateful to him for being the doorway to finally letting Luke and I bond, emotionally and physically. One lazy day I happened to walk by Luke’s bedroom as he was checking himself out. He was wearing a plain white tee shirt and jeans, which is basically the unofficial “hot dude” uniform. While I already knew just how cute his lithe, masculine body was, watching him admire himself… seeing that confidence in his face, it was both a joy and an instant turn on. Even when I let my presence be known to him, Luke kept checking himself out in the mirror. He lifted up his shirt and exposed his chiseled body. I walked in and stood behind him, throwing my arms around him in an embrace. I removed his shirt, and as his sculpted abs and chest were on full display, he flexed for me. I let my hands roam over him briefly before I leaned my face into his and planted a kiss on his lips. He slipped me his tongue, and I returned mine in exchange. Our mouths wrestled for flavor. I removed his jeans, exposing his beautiful, thick legs. Left only in his patterned gray boxer briefs, he slipped out of them quickly and got on the bed. I removed my own shirt and joined him, giving him another kiss before heading down to his boy hole and planting a kiss there too. He let out a moan—the kind of pleasured moan that made me weak—the instant my mouth made contact with his t-dick. I let my tongue work all over, around, and inside him. His moans increased in both volume and quantity, in time with sheet-clutching contortions. He was assertive in letting me know what felt good—I was so proud at how well my boy knew his body. I slipped a finger inside him. He was all wet. Luke unbuttoned my jeans and freed my hard, aching cock from the confines of my underwear. I worked my digits in and out of his front hole. He grabbed my meat and tugged on it; there was no ambiguity in his wants. I went back down to taste his t-dick, and his bonus hole. His moans reached a loud, demanding crescendo. He wanted me, needed me back inside him. Even though teasing him was fun, I was just as eager to get back in there. He moved around me and took off my pants. He brought his beautiful face to my rigid meat and wrapped his sexy mouth around my cock, swallowing it whole. I brought my hand to his wet opening and worked inside him. Fingering him like this made his gagging, sucking motions all the more eager. He pulled his mouth off my cock with a loud slurp. He rose, kissed me one more time, then finally straddled me. My cock slid into his well opened wetness. Somehow, his bonus hole felt better and better with each time I was inside him; it was a gift I never tired of. As I looked up at his face, he even seemed to be getting more handsome. I knew nothing had actually changed, but figuratively, his confidence and excitement molded his sweaty face beautifully. I could have shot right there just from looking at him. After he rode me for a bit, I had Luke get on his back. I could feel my balls tighten up as I alternated my gaze from watching my cock slide in and out of him to the sheer ecstasy on his panting face. Before I knew it, I had reached the hilt. I tried to keep going but it was all too much: his beauty, his warmth, the taboo intimacy of being inside my trans step-son. We locked eyes. I felt my seed rush out of my cock, filling him up. It was as if my whole spirit released into him. I collapsed onto him, giving him one final kiss as the piston of my hips slowed. I don’t know what I had done to deserve such a good, fortunate son, but I was thankful. Sweaty, weak in between the grasp of his legs, but thankful.
