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Mr. St. Michael and Noah St. Michael
October 26, 2023 | Full Length Video : 25min 24sec
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Mr. St. Michael was trying to make an honest effort to reconnect with his stepson Noah. Initially Noah was distant and it took a few years for things to settle back down before deciding to get back in touch. They had grown closer since—far closer, and now had new problems because of it—they were wildly attracted to each other.

But Mr. St. Michael didn’t want it to be a one time thing. Remembering that Halloween was his stepson’s favorite time of year, Mr. St. Michael texted an invite to come see his new house. He even boasted about all of the pumpkins that were scattered around the place.

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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...

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The St. Michael Family series cover
Chapters
1. Seeing Him 24mn
Mr. St. Michael was first introduced to his new stepson Noah at a tumultuous time in both of their lives. The tall, masculine gentleman with the slight Southern drawl had just married the love of his life. That just so happened to be Noah’s mother. Skeptical and otherwise unsure of this new fellow, Noah kept a polite, but cool distance. Feeling like a fish out of water with no clue how to proceed, Mr. St. Michael had followed suit and respectfully kept his distance. He imagined that, over time as Noah started to get to know him better, both he and the boy would warm up to one another. 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!
2. Sexy Halloween 26mn
Mr. St. Michael was trying to make an honest effort to reconnect with his stepson Noah. Initially Noah was distant and it took a few years for things to settle back down before deciding to get back in touch. They had grown closer since—far closer, and now had new problems because of it—they were wildly attracted to each other. But Mr. St. Michael didn’t want it to be a one time thing. Remembering that Halloween was his stepson’s favorite time of year, Mr. St. Michael texted an invite to come see his new house. He even boasted about all of the pumpkins that were scattered around the place. 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...
3. Black Friday 24mn
When Mr. St. Michael and his stepson Noah finally arrived home from Black Friday shopping, they set down their bags and simultaneously let out long, deep breaths. Mr. St. Michael’s wife and the other children were still out and about. He checked his phone and discovered a text that said that the family wouldn’t be home for a while yet. He looked up at Noah and they locked eyes… The last time that they had any legitimate or lengthy time alone together was several weeks ago on Halloween. They had fun that night: after taking Noah trick-or-treating, the horny daddy had a delicious treat of his own by eating out his trans stepson’s bonus hole. Since then, though, they had not found the opportunity to be together in any kind of physically intimate way... until now. 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...
4. Model Behavior 19mn
When Ryan St. Michael came into their lives, Noah was happy to have a man around, and happy for his mother to have someone additional to lean on, too. He was suspicious of this new man though; Noah’s birth father had abandoned them, and he was uncertain how Mr. St. Micheal really felt about having a trans son. This new man would have to earn Noah’s trust. Well, earn it he did. Noah was already transitioning when they met and Mr. St. Michael had no problem accepting him as he was and was eager to have a son. He soon earned Noah’s trust but, as Noah let his guard down, it led to a flood of feelings between the two of them that has taken a shocking turn into a physical relationship. Noah and his new dad can’t keep their hands off each other. Fortunately, Mrs. St. Michael has a job and some community activities that take her out of the house but not near as often as the two men would like. His mom thinks it’s sweet that Noah and his stepdad have become so affectionate, but she doesn’t know Noah loves hugging his Mr. St. Michael because his stepdad’s scent makes him so horny he could faint. Everytime Mr. St. Michael sees his stepson walk into the room in the elastic waist shorts that Noah likes to wear around the house, all he can think about is how easy it would be to yank them down around his hot boy’s ankles then dive face first into the sweet bonus hole, or bend Noah over the nearest flat surface. Both of them are walking on a wire and who knows how it will end. Fortunately, Mrs. St. Michael’s sister invited her away for a long weekend “just for girls,” and Mr. St. Michael had to restrain himself from being too happy to see her go. Noah’s enthusiastic reaction to a weekend with his new stepdad almost made her jealous but she was mostly just thrilled at the way they were getting along. She took off on Thursday afternoon and wouldn’t be home until late Sunday night. As soon as she left, Noah started planning a special evening. He hopped on his bike and headed to the grocery store to get some things for dinner. It was only when he was walking through the florist department and noticed the three-dollar bouquet of wilting roses that he knew what he wanted to do. He got home, put the food away, took a shower, and put on his favorite jockstrap. Then he tore the rose petals off of the stems and spread a path from the front door into the dining room where they had sex the last time they were alone, sprinkling the last of the petals on the table. Noah went and sat by the front window to wait for his stepdad to get home from work. As soon as Mr. St. Michael’s car pulled into the driveway, Noah got up and headed for the dining room. He climbed up onto the table and laid back on the bed of rose petals with his knees up, his legs spread, and what he hoped was an irresistible “come get me” smile. Driving home, Mr. St. Michael was already having his own thoughts about the possibilities for their coming weekend. When he opened the front door and saw the rose petals, he was both amused and intrigued. It was such a sweet, innocent gesture of romance from his young lover. He wondered what he would find at the end of the path. Stepping into the dining room and seeing his sexy stepson spread out on the table where they had fucked before was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. Mr. St. Michael asked what was going on and Noah answered, “I thought we could have dinner, just the two of us.” Mr. St. Michael walked over, dropped to his knees and started to eagerly eat his favorite appetizer. He soon had Noah gasping and groaning, near orgasm. This time, though, Mr. St. Michaell had a little more concern for the safety of the dining room table. He quickly undressed, sat down on a convenient ottoman and invited Noah to ride his hard, throbbing cock. Noah eagerly complied, straddling his stepdad’s waist and slowly impaling himself on the cock he has come to love more than anything in the world. As daddy-balls pressed tight against Noah’s groin, the hot throbbing rod filling the bonus hole completely, Mr. St. Michael felt his son’s velvet sleeve squeeze him tight, both of them exhaling into the exquisite realization that, this time, they were completely safe, with all of the time in the world, and nothing to think about except the delicious pleasure of their shared bodies.
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