Time passed. Bouts of angsty cold shoulders and constant eye-rolling from Noah morphed into heart-to-heart hard-talks followed by gradual mutual respect and understanding. Mr. St. Michael’s heart melted one night when Noah—for just an instant—flashed him a smile as they all enjoyed a family dinner together.

Then one fine morning, before catching the bus for school, Noah called Mr. St. Michael “Dad.” The giddy stepfather couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of that wonderful day—he might’ve had a grin from ear-to-ear for the rest of that week.

More recently, Mr. St. Michael found himself at home on his day off, housework chores done, and wondering how he would spend the rest of the afternoon. The tall, handsome DILF remembered that Noah was home from school, so he went searching for him.

When Mr. St. Michael found the cute boy in his study, taking selfies, he couldn’t help but smile. Noah was simply a perfect specimen of a young man. He was built like a compact, champion wrestler with the cutest amount of baby fat here and there in just the right places.

Noah whipped his head around as he finally noticed his stepdad staring at him. The pretty twink blushed, bounced, and batted his eyelids. He asked how long Daddy had been watching him.

Mr. St. Michael thought the young man’s evolving and continued transformation was astonishing. He quickly realized that Noah was wearing shorts that might as well have been boxer-briefs, they were so skimpy and tight-fitting… not that Mr. St. Michael minded.

Another thing that he didn’t mind was the wide-eyed twink’s innocent fascination and desire to take photos of himself. However, what he did mind was the inadvertent danger that a special boy like Noah could put himself in if he shared those photos with the wrong people.

Noah looked down, shrugged, and said that the photos were just him “messing around.” Mr. St. Michael didn’t buy that sentiment for a moment: young dudes like Noah and his ilk shared pics of one another on the regular by horny, hormonal default. He had a suspicion that Noah was no virgin, but he wanted his stepson to be cautious.

Noah took in a sharp breath. His steamy stepdad was staring so hard, if his eyes were capable of emitting red-hot laser beams, the twink’s short-shorts would have burned off. Then, Noah momentarily lost that breath when Mr. St. Michael casually asked to see some photos that the boy liked to share with other guys.

Noah swiped through his album and stopped on a row of selfies that he had taken and posted onto Tinder. Mr. St. Michael’s jaw dropped. Who was that smoking-hot sex cupid in those photos! Wow.

Noah swallowed, then swayed. He asked Mr. St. Michael if the visibly-excited elder might be interested in “a closer look.” He hopped up onto a large, leather foot-stool and began to tease his gawking stepfather by slowly pulling up his shirt, exposing a baby-smooth, well-toned torso. Mr. St. Michael gulped and tried once more to catch his breath. Things were going unexpectedly fast, but he was enjoying the ride.

Mr. St. Michael longingly, but hesitantly, lifted his hand. He wanted to touch Noah so badly, but even with the teasing twink’s obvious invitation, he was frozen in place. Noah gently took his stepfather’s hand and placed it on the waistband of his shorts.

Finally, Mr. St. Michael was able to gingerly feel the boy’s washboard abs. Noah’s breathing got a bit more audible as Mr. St. Michael’s eyes met his. The twink offered his stepdad a smile, winked, and then glanced down at his groin.

Noah was past the point of shyness. He’d secretly fantasized about this moment for a while now and the hungry twink knew what he wanted. Noah thought it was cute how shy Mr. St. Michael was, however, when it was clear that the horny boy was ready to go.

Noah proceeded to remove his shirt and moved closer to his fawning stepfather. Mr. St. Michael felt the boy’s smooth, well-defined chest and shoulders. Then with a sensuous ache in his heart and genitals, he touched the dreamy trans boy’s face.

Noah slid his belt off and moved even closer to Mr. St. Michael. Their faces were now only a few inches apart. Then, they kissed. Stepfather introduced his tongue to stepson, and nearly groaned when Noah momentarily sucked it into his own mouth. Mr. St. Michael’s shyness began to rapidly wear off.

Now that man and boy had finally warmed up to one another, Mr. St. Michael’s countenance changed dramatically. No longer unsure, shaky, and shy, his gaze was one of erotic adoration and intimate, insatiable lust.

Noah couldn’t stand one more second with pants on. Mr. St. Michael gasped softly as the fine FTM boy dropped his drawers, laid back on the leather padded stool and obscenely spread his creamy thighs.

Mr. St. Michael had technically never seen a boypussy before, but despite that fact, he knew in that smoking-hot moment that he was hooked. The sweet-cream savory boy bits and juicy slit made the delighted DILF’s mouth water.

Noah flung his head back and hollered loudly as the Daddy passionately made out with the bonus hole. Mr. St. Michael used his wet, salivating tongue and mouth to explore, memorize, and nibble on every inch of the boy’s anatomy.

Soon, the boy was simply beside himself. Noah took long, deep, shuddering breaths; the urge to beg his DILF dad to fuck him was almost unbearable. And if Mr. St. Michael hadn’t already taken full control of the wheel at this point, he certainly attained it when he guided Noah off the stool and down onto his knees.

Then, Mr. St. Michael dropped his drawers. Noah couldn’t believe what his stepdad was packing under those pants! He yanked his stepdad’s underwear down and pounced on the DILF’s wondrously curved penis.

Once the pretty twink’s copious saliva had completely soaked and covered Mr. St. Michael’s meat, the stepdad laid back on the leather footstool himself and guided the boy to slowly sink down on his cock. The slight curvature of Mr. St. Michael’s penis seemed to be perfectly made for his stepson’s love-chute. Inch by girthy inch, the patient dad closed his own eyes and enjoyed the phenomenal sensation of his thick, manly pubic hair finally touching the lips of the boy’s bonus entry.

They made love like they’d been together doing it for years. The pace, speed, and intensity of their sex was purely instinctual and their bodies moved together intuitively. Mr. St. Michael lost all awareness of time. His whole universe at this very moment was Noah.

Noah was close to orgasm when he implored Mr. St. Michael to allow him to get into the doggy position. Every sensation was intense as Noah pushed himself back onto his stepfather’s throbbing boner—which was deliciously slimy and slick with the boy’s love-juices.

The boy came, and it was finally too much for Mr. St. Michael to hold back for even a second longer.

The handsome hunk was no believer in out-of-body experiences, but had the orgasm that surged out of him been any more intense, he might have converted. The sheer life-force seemed to flow out of him and deep inside of his son’s magnificent body.

A thick rivulet of syrupy daddy cum dripped from Noah’s creamy, puckering hole. As Noah began the blissfully slow descent back into his senses again, he couldn’t help but smile. This was certainly a moment he would never forget and now he and his stepdad would be enjoying many, many more hot, unforgettable moments together!