Noah’s eyes glimmered with hope.

Mr. St. Michael spent many a night lying awake in bed next to his sleeping spouse wishing that he could sneak into Noah’s bedroom and make love to him. He knew that Noah was hoping for that entrance as well. The darling, pitiful youngster had cried into Mr. St. Michael’s shoulder more than once, wishing that their special relationship didn’t have to be a secret.

The stepdad had wished for that as well, but the circumstances had never been quite right. At this particular moment though there was nothing to stop them from enacting what they both fiercely desired. The boy’s lips trembled as he asked whether or not it was okay to touch now.

Mr. St. Michael’s heart nearly burst as he took Noah into his arms to kiss. The quivering boy immediately calmed as he nestled into the Daddy’s neck and kissed back. Noah’s lips tasted sweet and creamy to Mr. St. Michael, who was running his fingers through Noah’s thick, curly, chocolate-colored hair.

Mr. St. Michael ran his hands and fingers inside Noah’s wool shirt. The smoothness of the twink’s chest and abs were a huge turn-on. From this touch alone, Mr. St. Michael’s cock was rock-hard in an instant. He removed the boy’s shirt and feasted on the view of the petite, perfectly formed, sculpted twink body. Noah’s trousers hit the floor and Instinctively the stepdad reached for his trans boy’s sensitive jewels below. Noah was already dripping wet.

Mr. St. Michael noticed a streak of bonus hole stickiness glistening on Noah’s smooth inner thigh. He made a mental note that he would have to revisit that with his tongue just as soon as the both of them could hurry up and get naked!

There would be no time to rock the boy’s mattress upstairs in his room. Instead, Mr. St. Michael assured Noah that the only place to do it was on the dining room table just a few feet away. He gave the boy a warm smile and gently patted the table top. Noah scampered over and hopped up and you might imagine the joy that the happy DILF felt; his daddy pole was at full mast.

Noah hissed, sucked in breath, and clenched the tabletop as he was voraciously eaten out. With just a bit of work from his stepfather, Noah’s boypussy was really gushing. Mr. St. Michael could barely keep up with the heavenly twink juice that oozed out of the boy’s pulsating, pink hole. The Daddy was so impressed! He rewarded the young lad with another, long, hot, oral deep-dive! Noah involuntarily banged on the table, arched his head back, eyelids fluttering, and wailed his approval.

Now it was Mr. St. Michael’s turn!

Noah hopped off the dining room table, got on his knees, and swallowed the grinning DILF’s bobbing meat-stick. The boy used his cherry-red lips to get his hot step-dad howling and nodding his head wholeheartedly up and down.

Once the DILF dong had gotten plenty wet from Noah there was only one place that the boy’s revved-up lover needed to put it. The shuddering gasp and resounding groan of intense pleasure that rocked Noah’s sexy body as Mr. St. Michael penetrated was just a sampling of the sounds the boy would soon make. After weeks of pent-up animal craving, angsty need, and repressed passion, there was nothing stopping them now from simply letting go and giving this all that they had.

From the time the relationship with his stepdad had morphed to this new level, the boy had only one sexual partner—and that was Mr. St. Michael. The truth of the matter was that ever since the two of them had begun their carnal intimacies, Noah had no desire for anyone else.

While Mr. St. Michael worked his way deeper and deeper inside of the young man’s love-chute, somehow the grip Noah’s boypussy had on the DILF’s swollen penis got tighter. Noah found himself perched onto the back of one of the dining room chairs. Before he could catch his breath and push his ass all the way back, Mr. St. Michael was already more than halfway back inside the addictive boy-bottom.

As Mr. St. Michael rammed with heart pounding thrusts, Noah made a quick and silent vow: never again would he doubt his familial connections. Mr. St. Michael wasn’t at all an opportunistic devil-in-disguise like Noah had feared when the man who was now his lover first entered the boy’s life. The truth that finally dawned on Noah was that Mr. St. Michael’s devotion and desire were real.

After a long, earnest ass-pounding from behind, Noah glanced back at his smoking-hot stepdad. Although their sexual relationship was still young, Noah already could tell by the look in the Daddy’s eyes that the southern boy was going to jizz.

The boy’s love tunnel was a red-hot, convulsing muscle that flexed on Mr. St. Michael’s pulsating dick, a sensation of which soon unleashed three weeks worth of semen deep inside the boy. The pent-up loads of thick, syrupy Daddy-semen erupted like a shaken can of soda. Noah filled completely with the first shots, which completely overwhelmed his boyhole’s tiny capacity. Daddy-cream oozed out of the sides as Mr. St. Michael continued to slam into the boy.

He wrapped an arm around Noah and held the FTM dream-twink close as he came. Both clung to one another as they rode many waves of orgasmic bliss. Mr. St. Michael made a final, silent vow: no matter what he had to do, he would never again allow so much time to pass before he and Noah got intimate again...