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My son-in-law Asher and I always glance forth to the annual Richards Stepfamily Reunion. Every year, a different stepfamily member hosts the festivities for a week, usually in the springtime or summer. This year, my junior brother Dylan took the initiative and invited all relatives to his hundred-acre ranch. Asher was thrilled since Dylan lives a few hundred miles away in the country and we only get to witness him a few times a year. On Friday afternoon, we pulled up to the main building of Dylan's sprawling ranch estate. It was a sexy drive into the country and Asher could scarcely contain his excitement. When Dylan opened the door, he gave both my son-in-law and me a big grizzly hug, grinning from ear to ear. After some glad hellos and catch-up chat, Dylan led Asher and I upstairs to where we would be sleeping during the week. When my brother pointed out a bedroom far down the ass-pipe that he had chosen for Asher to use, I could perceive the guy's excitement cool just a bit. Inadvertently attempting too hard, I made up some lame offering that Asher and I could bunk together in one bedroom to save space for the other stepfamily members who had yet to arrive. Dylan was kind enough to explain that there were more than enough guest rooms to building everyone comfortably, and that he imagined Asher would appreciate his own private space, since he wasn't a puny child anymore. Well, heck. What could I say in response that wouldn't arouse any needless suspicion? I thanked Dylan for his hospitality. Separate guest rooms would be 'just fine'. Asher kept a gay-for-pay face, but I could tell he was annoyed. Oh, well. Asher couldn't always have me at his side every night. We'd figure it out. Later, as I was in my own guest bedroom unpacking, I couldn't help but casually glance down the hall and glimpse at my stepson. Asher's assets language seemed fine, but he wasn't smirking anymore. I wandered down the ass-pipe and did my hottest to stay upbeat. I reminded Asher how thrilled he'd been to witness his Stepuncle Dylan. Didn't he want to have a fine time at the stepfamily reunion? Asher replied that albeit he was indeed highly satisfied to witness his stepuncle and the rest of the extended stepfamily, it was kicking off to bother him how he and I had to hide our romantic enjoy for one another. He wasn't glad with the indiscreet discretions anymore and the obligation to pretend was dressed in him out. While I fully understood and even agreed with my stepson, I also wasn't well-prepped to unveil our enjoy to just anyone. We had to recall that Dylan had generously suggested his home space to stay. If he were to detect about us, I assumed that he very likely wouldn't understand and-in the worst case scenario-would ask us to leave. The ultimate reality is that we would only be here a week. Asher suggested a sober nod. He said that he understood, but restricted his ground about the disappointment of having to sleep in separate rooms. I took my stepson's palm to try and convenience him. Suddenly, Asher pulled it away and I drew a acute breath as it was purposefully positioned on my inward thigh. Asher huffed a dramatic breathe and made a quip about how 'hard' it was to keep our enjoy a secret. I attempted to stifle a wild sneer and positioned my own palm on top of Asher's so it couldn't go up my hip to set my loins on fire. I promised my son-in-law that I would figure out a way to sneak into his bedroom after midnight It was zero-dark-thirty. I could instinctively perceive my guy's need from all the way down the hallway. I restricted my breath as I tip-toed highly calmly into Asher's room. I rolled the light switch on. The persistent pretty-boy was sitting on the bed- waiting for me. I could witness plain as day that Asher was well-prepped to fuck. And damn, he looked good. My dude stared at me with those clear-blue eyes as I sat down next to him on the bed. I was worried that if Asher and I started fooling around that we'd wake somebody up and then it would be all over. He promised to be quiet. My mind knew finer than to take such a risk, but my assets was seriously well-prepped to tear this kid's clothes off and boink his cock-squeezing tiny bod into the mattress. All hesitation vanished as Asher dove in for a kiss. We exchanged fairly a pile of saliva, then I stood him up and convulsed his pajama bottoms down. I could witness a wet-spot soddening thru his adorable underwear. I toyed with the sexy piece of Asher's T-dick over the jockeys. I had to tweak a palm over the guy's jaws as he cried out in primal, uncontrollable heat. Soon, I had Asher's undergarments fully off, ate my frigs wet, then tickled all around the gloppy guy's dribbling bonus hole. He leaped into my lap and I indeed started going to town on that luscious slit. I had to drown my tongue inwards the horny hottie's jaws as he couldn't stop squealing and carrying on like I knew he would. My dude came a few times during our play, then he shoved me back onto the mattress and pulled the bulbous bulge from out of my jeans. Asher gargled on my sore hard-on until I was fine and slicked up. He then pounced into my lap and sank down on my phat shaft. I had to shush him again and again as the dude insisted on railing me. inbetween fucking my stepson's amazingly cock-squeezing humid slot and us simply careening off the brink of control, I started to lose track of our noise volume. Before I could regain control of my senses, I realized that Asher and I were indeed making the couch rock and my dude was hissing red-hot steam with every one of my deep, upward thrusts. I don't know what made me look, but all the unexpected I eyed Dylan standing in the entryway seemingly motionless, naked chested, just outside the door-which I had mistakenly left ajar. I very likely should have cared, slowed down, stopped-something. But I didn't. I couldn't have stopped if I tried. And also, I noticed nearly instantaneously that Dylan was kneading himself as he watched. I subtly glanced up again. I could witness Dylan had stepped back slightly so now all I could witness was the outline of him in silhouette. I suggested up a wolfish sneer and then put Asher into the rear end position. If Dylan wished to witness a fucking red-hot finish, well, I was going to give it to himand my stepson. Asher rocked back on my dick as I ripped up deeper into his bonus hole. I perceived him clench and spasm, then jism yet again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I went total frontal brunt with my cannon cock and then blasted my load. I looked up at the open door again. I could've sworn I heard Dylan emit a long, low wail but maybe that wasme? Fuck, maybe both! All I knew for sure at that moment was that the secret was out. Although, truthfully, I had a gut experiencing that all my worries had been for nothing. Dylan was out of sight now. very likely back to his room. Still kneading himself? I would've luved to have known! I planned on falling asleep with my astounding son-in-law in my arms. Heck, maybe we'd wake up in the night and have another go
My son-in-law Asher and I always glance forth to the annual Richards Stepfamily Reunion. Every year, a different stepfamily member hosts the festivities for a week, usually in the springtime or summer. This year, my junior brother Dylan took the initiative and invited all relatives to his hundred-acre ranch. Asher was thrilled since Dylan lives a few hundred miles away in the country and we only get to witness him a few times a year. On Friday afternoon, we pulled up to the main building of Dylan's sprawling ranch estate. It was a sexy drive into the country and Asher could scarcely contain his excitement. When Dylan opened the door, he gave both my son-in-law and me a big grizzly hug, grinning from ear to ear. After some glad hellos and catch-up chat, Dylan led Asher and I upstairs to where we would be sleeping during the week. When my brother pointed out a bedroom far down the ass-pipe that he had chosen for Asher to use, I could perceive the guy's excitement cool just a bit. Inadvertently attempting too hard, I made up some lame offering that Asher and I could bunk together in one bedroom to save space for the other stepfamily members who had yet to arrive. Dylan was kind enough to explain that there were more than enough guest rooms to building everyone comfortably, and that he imagined Asher would appreciate his own private space, since he wasn't a puny child anymore. Well, heck. What could I say in response that wouldn't arouse any needless suspicion? I thanked Dylan for his hospitality. Separate guest rooms would be 'just fine'. Asher kept a gay-for-pay face, but I could tell he was annoyed. Oh, well. Asher couldn't always have me at his side every night. We'd figure it out. Later, as I was in my own guest bedroom unpacking, I couldn't help but casually glance down the hall and glimpse at my stepson. Asher's assets language seemed fine, but he wasn't smirking anymore. I wandered down the ass-pipe and did my hottest to stay upbeat. I reminded Asher how thrilled he'd been to witness his Stepuncle Dylan. Didn't he want to have a fine time at the stepfamily reunion? Asher replied that albeit he was indeed highly satisfied to witness his stepuncle and the rest of the extended stepfamily, it was kicking off to bother him how he and I had to hide our romantic enjoy for one another. He wasn't glad with the indiscreet discretions anymore and the obligation to pretend was dressed in him out. While I fully understood and even agreed with my stepson, I also wasn't well-prepped to unveil our enjoy to just anyone. We had to recall that Dylan had generously suggested his home space to stay. If he were to detect about us, I assumed that he very likely wouldn't understand and-in the worst case scenario-would ask us to leave. The ultimate reality is that we would only be here a week. Asher suggested a sober nod. He said that he understood, but restricted his ground about the disappointment of having to sleep in separate rooms. I took my stepson's palm to try and convenience him. Suddenly, Asher pulled it away and I drew a acute breath as it was purposefully positioned on my inward thigh. Asher huffed a dramatic breathe and made a quip about how 'hard' it was to keep our enjoy a secret. I attempted to stifle a wild sneer and positioned my own palm on top of Asher's so it couldn't go up my hip to set my loins on fire. I promised my son-in-law that I would figure out a way to sneak into his bedroom after midnight It was zero-dark-thirty. I could instinctively perceive my guy's need from all the way down the hallway. I restricted my breath as I tip-toed highly calmly into Asher's room. I rolled the light switch on. The persistent pretty-boy was sitting on the bed- waiting for me. I could witness plain as day that Asher was well-prepped to fuck. And damn, he looked good. My dude stared at me with those clear-blue eyes as I sat down next to him on the bed. I was worried that if Asher and I started fooling around that we'd wake somebody up and then it would be all over. He promised to be quiet. My mind knew finer than to take such a risk, but my assets was seriously well-prepped to tear this kid's clothes off and boink his cock-squeezing tiny bod into the mattress. All hesitation vanished as Asher dove in for a kiss. We exchanged fairly a pile of saliva, then I stood him up and convulsed his pajama bottoms down. I could witness a wet-spot soddening thru his adorable underwear. I toyed with the sexy piece of Asher's T-dick over the jockeys. I had to tweak a palm over the guy's jaws as he cried out in primal, uncontrollable heat. Soon, I had Asher's undergarments fully off, ate my frigs wet, then tickled all around the gloppy guy's dribbling bonus hole. He leaped into my lap and I indeed started going to town on that luscious slit. I had to drown my tongue inwards the horny hottie's jaws as he couldn't stop squealing and carrying on like I knew he would. My dude came a few times during our play, then he shoved me back onto the mattress and pulled the bulbous bulge from out of my jeans. Asher gargled on my sore hard-on until I was fine and slicked up. He then pounced into my lap and sank down on my phat shaft. I had to shush him again and again as the dude insisted on railing me. inbetween fucking my stepson's amazingly cock-squeezing humid slot and us simply careening off the brink of control, I started to lose track of our noise volume. Before I could regain control of my senses, I realized that Asher and I were indeed making the couch rock and my dude was hissing red-hot steam with every one of my deep, upward thrusts. I don't know what made me look, but all the unexpected I eyed Dylan standing in the entryway seemingly motionless, naked chested, just outside the door-which I had mistakenly left ajar. I very likely should have cared, slowed down, stopped-something. But I didn't. I couldn't have stopped if I tried. And also, I noticed nearly instantaneously that Dylan was kneading himself as he watched. I subtly glanced up again. I could witness Dylan had stepped back slightly so now all I could witness was the outline of him in silhouette. I suggested up a wolfish sneer and then put Asher into the rear end position. If Dylan wished to witness a fucking red-hot finish, well, I was going to give it to himand my stepson. Asher rocked back on my dick as I ripped up deeper into his bonus hole. I perceived him clench and spasm, then jism yet again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I went total frontal brunt with my cannon cock and then blasted my load. I looked up at the open door again. I could've sworn I heard Dylan emit a long, low wail but maybe that wasme? Fuck, maybe both! All I knew for sure at that moment was that the secret was out. Although, truthfully, I had a gut experiencing that all my worries had been for nothing. Dylan was out of sight now. very likely back to his room. Still kneading himself? I would've luved to have known! I planned on falling asleep with my astounding son-in-law in my arms. Heck, maybe we'd wake up in the night and have another go
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