Beautiful Boy – Luke Hudson, Jonah Wheeler
It had only been going on for a few weeks, but my stepson Luke and I have become closer than ever. Usually it is allowed closer than the common stepfather and son. I was still a little incredulous that my brother, Mason, had opened Luke before me. Despite my tinge of jealousy, I will forever be grateful to him for being the gateway to finally letting Luke and I come together, emotionally and physically.
One lazy day, I happened to pass by Luke’s room while he was examining himself. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, which is basically the unofficial “hot guy” uniform. Even though I already knew how cute and supple his masculine body was, watching him admire himself…seeing that confidence on his face was an instant joy and arousal.
Even when I let my presence be known to him, Luke continued to look at himself in the mirror. He lifted his shirt and exposed his chiseled body. I walked in and stood behind him, throwing my arms around him in a hug. I took his shirt off, and as his chiseled abs and chest were on full display, he flexed for me.
I let my hands roam over him briefly before leaning my face to his and pressing a kiss to his lips. He passed me his tongue and I gave mine back in return. Our mouths fought for the taste. I took off her jeans, exposing her beautiful thick legs. Left only in his gray patterned boxer briefs, he quickly stripped them off and went to bed. I took off my own shirt and joined him, giving him another kiss before going down to his boy hole and planting a kiss there as well. He let out a moan – the kind of moan of pleasure that made me weak – the instant my mouth made contact with his cock.
I let my tongue work all over, around and inside him. His moans increased in both volume and quantity, in time with the contortions of gripping the sheet. He was assertive in letting me know what was good – I was really proud of how my son knew his body. I stuck a finger inside it. He was all wet.
Luke unbuttoned my jeans and freed my hard, aching cock from the confines of my panties. I worked my fingers in and out of his front hole. He grabbed my flesh and pulled; there was no ambiguity in his wishes. Came back to taste their t-dick and their bonus hole. Moans from him reached a loud, demanding crescendo. He wanted me, needed me back inside him. Even though teasing him was fun, I was looking forward to getting back there.
He moved around me and took off my pants. He brought his beautiful face to my hard flesh and wrapped his sexy mouth around my cock, swallowing it whole. I brought my hand to his wet opening and worked inside him. Touching him like that made his sucking and gagging movements even more anxious.
He pulled the mouth off my cock with a loud gulp. He got up, kissed me one more time and finally straddled me. My cock slid into her wide open wetness. Somehow his bonus hole seemed to get better and better every time I was inside it; it was a gift I never got tired of. When I looked at his face, he seemed to be getting prettier. I knew nothing had really changed, but figuratively, her confidence and enthusiasm framed his sweaty face beautifully. I could have shot right there just looking at him.
After he straddled me a bit, I made Luke climb onto his back. I could feel my balls tighten as I alternated my gaze from watching my cock slide in and out of him to the absolute ecstasy on his panting face. Before I knew it, I had hit the hilt. I tried to go on, but it was too much: her beauty, her warmth, the taboo intimacy of being inside my trans stepson.
We close our eyes. I felt my seed come out of my cock, filling it. It was like my whole spirit was released into it. I collapsed on top of him, giving him a final kiss as the piston in my hips slowed. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a good and fortunate son, but I was grateful. Sweaty, weak between the grip of his legs, but grateful.
