Noah was surprised to receive the message. It’s not that he didn’t love his stepfather, of course he did! But he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to forgive him for being so nonexistent in his life the past few years. After talking with him, though, it seemed as though his stepfather’s was more present and spoke very affectionately about his new home life. It stirred a feeling down inside of Noah that he didn’t think still existed… a strange longing for his stepfather’s own affection.

Mr. St. Michael was happy to have been able to re-establish a connection with Noah. It felt good to be on talking terms again. So much had changed over the years, but in this moment Mr. St. Michael found that he was the one changing—changing how he felt about Noah. He found himself being aroused by his stepson’s new sense of confidence. He could have sworn Noah had even started flirting through text messages. It was not something that Mr. St. Michael had anticipated, but it was not something that he was going to rule out, either.

He knew it would be a big ask, but Mr. St. Michael sent Noah an invitation to the small Halloween party that he and Noah’s mom would be hosting at their place. He figured this would be the golden opportunity to show his stepson the home, complete with the boy’s favorite decor.

The invitation came through and Noah got the notification. His stepfather had also invited Noah to swing by the house a few days beforehand to get a personal tour. Noah realized he would be alone with his stepdad, and he wasn’t really sure he was ready for that. Not after that weird feeling he got when he caught himself thinking longingly about his stepdad again. How had this silly crush not gone away after all this time?

The anxiously anticipated day of the tour had arrived and Noah found himself forgetting that this was his stepdad he was speaking to. He caught himself inching closer to his stepfather’s touch and even making long-term eye contact. The strange thing was that his stepdad didn’t seem to be backing away from it either. When they started talking about costume ideas for the Halloween party and Noah insisted that his costume needed to be sexy, the conversation took a turn.

Mr. St. Michaels felt Noah press up against his body. He gave into his temptation. He kissed his stepson. It excited him a lot to know that his reconnection with Noah would only become stronger from this. Mr. St. Michael slowly stripped Noah naked to reveal his bonus hole.

Noah felt his step dad slowly guide him down onto the table, maneuvering the boy so that his extra entrance was accessible. That’s when Mr. St. Michael got down on his knees and began to eat his stepson’s pussy. He buried his tongue deep inside of the bonus hole, his strong hands gripping Noah’s quaking thighs in place while Mr. St. Michael ate.

But the two could only hold out for so long before the mutual yearning for one another reared its head. Both stepfather and stepson openly announced their craving for one another and Mr. St. Michael moved the pumpkins—ones he was once was so proud of now but have become a distant memory—to make space for their fuck session. With Noah’s legs still up on the table, he began to take his stepdad’s big cut cock up his hole.

Soon enough, Mr. St. Michael was able to find the right rhythm for his stepson. Noah’s hand moved down to play with his boy clit. With the sound of his stepson egging him on, Mr. St. Michael kept a steady pace until every inch of his cock was being swallowed by Noah’s boypussy. Feeling his stepdad's balls slowly tap against his taint with every long thrust was overpowering; Noah told his stepdad that he was about to climax.

But the daddy wasn’t done with his stepson quite yet. Mr. St. Michael bent Noah over the table with one leg propped up to spread the boy’s cheeks. Noah pushed back on his stepdad's still rock-hard cock, milking it with the lustful tightening of his boypussy. Mr. St. Michael grabbed a fist full of Noah’s hair as he began to pump harder and harder, steadily moving toward the powerful conclusion of his trans stepson’s breeding.

Mr. St. Michael felt like this was going to be a bonding activity that they engaged in a lot more frequently...