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Don’t get me wrong! I love Uncle Dylan. He’s really cool. He lives on a ranch out in the middle of nowhere but he always manages to make it fun when we visit. Things are different now that Dad and I, well, you know. Dad says we probably wouldn’t have much time, or privacy, for that while we were there. I just have to say things turned out better than any of us could have dreamed, including Uncle Dylan! Really, I knew I could get into my Dad’s pants at some point. It’s not like I have him wrapped around my finger. He likes what we do together as much as I do, though, and I knew he would be at least as horny as I would be. I figured he would have me up on the vanity in the bathroom, or something. I think it was the second night we were there that he was fucking the daylights out of me. I guess he didn’t close the door when he came in, though, because Uncle Dylan saw us. The next morning things got really crazy. Uncle Dylan was acting kind of strange, asking me about my boyfriend. I could tell he was beating around the bush about something. Finally, he just came out and told me what he had seen. For a few seconds, I was totally freaking out. Seriously! I don’t think I’ve ever had a panic attack like that. Turns out, though, he wasn’t upset. He just wanted his own chance at my bonus hole. Uncle Dylan is hot! I wasn’t going to say, “no.” It was crazy, though. Dad was upstairs in the shower while we were doing it. He does take long showers, but we couldn’t even hear him. I thought Dad might fuck me on the counter in the bathroom but it turned out to be Uncle Dylan fucking me on the kitchen island. That was a really awkward day, until Dad and Uncle Dylan finally came clean with each other. Then things just got wild! I’ve never had so much sex in my life. Well, I guess I haven’t had that much sex at all, but you know what I mean. With two horny men hungry for my bonus hole, I barely had time to catch my breath, but it’s not like I told either one of them ”no.” I just like dick, especially my dad’s and uncle’s. I guess I must be a slut; they both have such nice ones. They’re both long and fat, and they stretch my hole wide open. They come a lot, too. When they're done with me, my hole is a sloppy mess. I guess it runs in the family. Our last day, we went out to a movie and when we got back to the ranch dad said to go upstairs and pack. I tried to get him to stay longer, but I knew that wasn’t going to work. Our lives are in town; and Uncle Dylan’s life is out here on his ranch. I don’t think Uncle Dylan would mind us moving out here, but Dad has to be in town to work, and I don’t think country life is for me. I went upstairs and started packing. I guess Dad and Uncle Dylan decided that we didn’t need to leave so soon after all because I looked up and they were coming into my room, grinning. Suddenly I was pinned between those two big horny men. They were all over me. It felt like even more than four hands groping and stroking me. I could feel their hard cocks in their pants pressing up against me. Pretty soon I was on my knees with two huge cocks to suck, and only one mouth, but I did my best. They were moaning and kissing each other. My bonus hole was trembling and practically drooling a puddle on the floor. Dad picked me up with my back to his chest, and then pulled my knees up and spred my legs so that Uncle Dylan could fuck me. He didn’t waste a second driving his cock into my hole. I could barely even wiggle. They moved to the bed but they still held me trapped between their horny bodies. Their cocks took turns pounding into my hole. I lost count of how many times I came or how long they fucked me. I just want them to keep doing it forever. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/revealed-the-stone-family-chapter-2.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0035/0.1715806833.jpg Revealed | THE STONE FAMILY | Chapter 2 When I started dating Joey’s mother, she waited a month to tell me that Joey was trans. She said that she wanted to make sure of her own feelings for me before she potentially exposed Joey to my judgment. It really wasn’t a problem for me, though. I didn’t know much about being trans, at least no more than anybody picks up reading the news, but I kind of feel like “to each their own.” I did go online and started trying to learn more about it and, especially, how to be respectful and not accidentally say the wrong thing. After six months, me and Ellen were both feeling like we had a future together and started going to see a family counselor. That wasn’t because of Joey’s orientation, it’s just recommended for a step-parent situation, particularly one in which the step parent/child relationship has the potential to be even more complicated than usual. We didn’t take Joey with us because it seemed best to not put him in a position where he felt pressured to share more than he was ready for. Joey transitioned early. While it has made things easier for him physically, his age has limited the amount of exploration and social support he has had. It means that he still has trust issues. I have had some extra challenges building a relationship with him. At the same time, as his new stepfather, I feel a responsibility to help his mother set boundaries to keep him safe in a world that is not always welcoming to young transmen. I would have been concerned about any young man his age putting sexually explicit material out on the internet, but especially so under the circumstances. When I walked in on Joey in the den a few days ago the fact that he was taking selfies didn’t surprise me… but, my own reaction did. I was turned on by him. His sweet, slender, androgynous body was, well, hot! I couldn’t stop thinking about how smooth and silky his skin would feel under my fingertips and wondering whether my rough adult hands would make him tremble with desire when I stroked his body. I didn’t know if he was a virgin, or not, but I knew he didn’t have much experience. His bonus hole was still tight and innocent. I would have been shocked if he had experienced being filled up by a grown man’s fat dick and being fucked the way an experienced man knows how to fuck. Still, I didn’t think he wanted me. He was barely even speaking to me. That next morning, though, everything changed. I knew I shouldn’t do it. We had been married for less than a year and I was cheating on my wife with her barely-legal trans son. I guess I told myself that Joey and I had finally found a connection and I didn’t want to spoil it. I rationalized that we would talk about it later, and it would be a one-time thing. It hasn’t been a one time thing, though. This morning, Ellen called to say she was coming home from her business trip. Reality came crashing back in, in a very real way. This had to stop. Just as I was getting up the determination to talk to Joey, I saw him strutting across the hallway flaunting his cute peach of an ass in a jockstrap. Twice. I went downstairs and confronted him. He denied trying to turn me on, even at the same time that he was stroking my thigh and asking if it turned me on. Of course it did, dammit! Before I knew it, he was climbing into my arms, we were kissing, and I had a couple of fingers thrust up into his warm wet bonus hole. I just couldn’t help myself, and Joey is a horny twenty year-old with a new favorite toy and no intention of giving it up. Before I knew it I was naked, hard, and fucking the day-lights out of my stepson. Again. He is just so cute, and innocently sexy. He doesn’t really know what he’s capable of doing to a man. His hot wet bonus hole is made to be fucked by a strong horny man who knows what sexy little slut like him is made for. A strong horny man like his own stepdad. This has to stop! We just can’t keep doing this… after Ellen gets home three days from now. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/still-watching-the-richards-family-tape-17.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0034/0.1713305294.jpg Still Watching | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 17 Things could have gone badly when my brother found out that I had fucked Asher. Of course, I already knew that Reese was fucking his son when I did it, and it’s not like I planned it. Not really. Asher is a little horndog, I think. If he’s not fucking half the neighborhood back home it’s just because he hasn’t gotten around to it. I’m pretty sure I’m the only man he’s had besides my brother, though. It gets me hard just thinking about that! Reese was cool with it, though, and he’s even shared his son with me. It feels totally natural now. Almost too natural? I’m not sure what I’ll do when they leave. But right now, they are here and Asher doesn’t seem interested in anything about the ranch. Maybe he doesn’t have much reason to spend time out of doors back home. I’ll have to ask Reese about that. All he seems to care about is watching TV and sex. Maybe I could lure him outside by offering to fuck him on a hay bale in the barn with the horses watching. He’ll do just about anything for some dick. At any rate, we were spending the afternoon watching TV while Reese got some work done in the bedroom. Thank goodness for laptops! These two wouldn’t still be here if he couldn’t work remotely. Asher and I watched Netflix until a message came up on the screen asking if we were still watching. I don’t think I’ve ever watched that much in one sitting before. My suggestion that Asher might go find something else to do was met by a devilish grin and a hand pawing my crotch. The little scamp has got me wrapped around his finger and he knows it. I’ve always been bisexual and having a cute young guy with a bonus hole is the best of both worlds. The fact that he’s a nephew that I’ve always adored just makes it that much more special. I suppose being over-sexed runs in the family. I’m as ready for a hot fuck as my nephew is. He not only has an incredible bonus hole, my brother has taught him to be an amazing cock sucker. I hardly even had a chance to say “no,” before he had my pants down and his mouth going down on my now throbbing cock. Not that I had any intention of stopping him. The only man who could turn down one of my nephew’s blow jobs is a man who has never had one before. It wasn’t long before I had to stop him, though. I knew that neither one of us wanted me to blow my load down his throat. No, taking a man’s load is what his tight wet bonus hole is for and he was going to get mine. I pushed him away. We both kicked off our shorts, and then he climbed on my lap and started to ride me. He’s so tight, hungry, and eager… Damn, if that boy’s not one of a kind! And right now, he’s all mine. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/content-the-stone-family-tape-1.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0033/0.1711558396.jpg Content | THE STONE FAMILY | Tape 1 Mr. Stone and his stepson Joey had the house to themselves. Mr. Stone’s wife was off to the airport heading to a conference out of state, leaving her husband and trans-teen son to fend for themselves until she returned. Mr. Stone was hopeful that he and his often shy son could spend some quality time getting to know each other better. Mr. Stone had only been married to Joey’s mother for a year. During that span, Joey often spent his days busy at school, working part-time to save for college, or just spending time alone in his room. Mr. Stone respected Joey’s need for time and space to adjust to the new marriage, but he also knew that eventually the two of them would need to break the ice. What better time than now, Mr. Stone figured. He searched through the house. Joey was not in his room. Mr. Stone called out the boy’s name, but only his own echo called back. Then, he noticed a bright light coming up from the basement. That’s where Mr. Stone found who he was looking for. The sight Mr. Stone found before him was highly unexpected, to say the least: Joey was naked, half posing, half moving his hips in front of his cell phone camera. Joey isn’t the muscly type; he’s built, but has the form and grace of a ballet dancer. His genitalia was pulsing and puffy—the boy had clearly been fondling himself. Mr. Stone gasped and tried to cover his eyes. “Tried” because something kept pulling him back. Mr. Stone’s gaze lingered for a moment on the boy’s perfectly petite, slim build. He eyed the velvet soft down of a happy trail and followed it into the gates of heaven: Joey’s pink, glistening bonus hole. Joey caught him, and gasped. He quickly snatched a pillow from the basement sofa and covered himself. Mr. Stone apologized for barging in without knocking—then immediately backed up the stairs. The next morning, Joey slunk down into the kitchen. Mr. Stone was at the breakfast table, reading a book and eating cereal. Joey poured himself some cereal as well, with two scoops of angst thrown in. Instead of sitting down and eating with his stepfather, Joel kept his bowl on the kitchen counter and shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth. Mr. Stone knew full well that the situation was delicate. He tried to ease the tension and relayed to Joey that his mom had called earlier that morning and would be out of town a little longer. Joey simply shrugged and loudly dropped his spoon into the now-empty cereal bowl. Mr. Stone cleared his throat and straightened up in his seat. He again apologized for his rude and unannounced entry into the basement the previous night. Joey’s eyelids hooded and he looked away briefly. Mr. Stone assured him that it was his stance that what the boy had been up to was normal and natural. There was nothing to be ashamed of This caused Joey to pause. It was obvious to Joey that his stepfather was being truly genuine. The boy’s posture relaxed somewhat, and yet he couldn’t quite make full eye contact with the man. Mr. Stone set down his book and looked right at Joey. The tone of voice softened as he explained to him that the only issue he had with sending erotic selfies was the possible consequences that could have. Once nude pics enter cyberspace, you can never take them back. Joey bit his bottom lip and considered all that had been said. Mr. Stone also assured Joey that he hadn’t mentioned the “activities” he’d walked in on to the boy’s mother. Joey remained silent, but the observant dad could tell his stepson was relieved by this news. Mr. Stone could see Joey’s sharp wariness softened a touch. Then, Mr. Stone said that every action brings consequences and, considering the transformation Joey was continuing to go through, Mr. Stone said that he never, ever wanted to see the boy get hurt. Not for anything. For perhaps the first time in a year, Joey looked into Mr. Stone’s face and offered a shy smile. Mr. Stone silently recalled what he’d seen as he’d entered the basement the night before. The images of completely nude Joey moving his body to the rhythm of his sexual self-exploration had kept Mr. Stone up all night. He didn’t dare touch himself, even when he was all alone in bed, though his cock remained hard as steel, making it impossible to relax. For his part, Joey had spent the night exasperated and had the unexpected realization that perhaps his stepdad might actually be turned on by what he had seen. Maybe the boy had mistaken the momentary look of primal delight in Mr. Stone’s eyes? Even now, it was obvious the man’s wheels were turning. Joey admitted that he hadn’t yet decided whether or not to post his nudes online. Joey shot his stepfather a coy look then asked him if he’d like to see some of the photos. Mr. Stone blinked and stammered. Yes… yes he would like to. Joey shared some of his favorites. Mr. Stone was mesmerized; Joey could tell. He nonchalantly let his hand drift over his stepfather’s inner thigh. There was a moment, a glance, an oh-so-brief hesitation. Then the boy kissed him on the lips. He lingered, but Mr. Stone pulled away. A thousand thoughts simultaneously raced through Mr. Stone’s mind. None of them reached Joey. Undeterred, the boy kissed Mr. Stone again, and this time, he snuck in his sweet, pink tongue… And finally the ice was broken. The boy simply could not keep his pretty hands off of his stepdad’s body, his huge muscles and frame thickened by time and effort. After some time, Joey reached down and with a squeeze, cupped Mr. Stone’s crotch. The flushed stepfather gasped and grunted. The boy unzipped the man’s jeans and pulled them down. Mind still racing, Mr. Stone’s initial heavy hesitancy fell to the floor like his underwear. And then the boy swallowed his stepdad’s girth like he’d been giving the man head his whole life. Joey deepthroating Mr. Stone’s cock left the daddy marveling as, to his memory, he'd never gotten so hard. The boy’s lips and tongue kissing, licking, caressing his cock with his hands and mouth was simply too much, too fast. Eventually, Joey came up for air. Mr. Stone pulled the boy to his feet, hoisted him up with two strong, beefy arms and set him down on the table. With shaking hands, Mr. Stone pulled the boy’s pants off, revealing the soaking wet boy-slit beneath. Joey gasped as his stepdad slipped his tongue into the juicy bonus hole. Mr. Stone’s dripping wet tongue found every ultra sensitive morsel, leaving Joey white-knuckling the table. As much as Mr. Stone would have liked to explore every sweet bit, Mother Nature was not to be held in check. Daddy was ready to fuck. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/cant-wait-the-richards-family-tape-16.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0032/0.1710373121.jpg Can’t Wait | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 16 Ever since the first time he got a taste of my dick, Asher has had something of an overactive sex drive. A few weeks ago, though, we went to spend a week on my brother’s ranch for the annual family reunion. The first night we were there, Asher just had to have his bonus hole worked over, the risks of getting caught be damned. He was accustomed to sleeping in my bed, and he was already upset that my brother had given us separate rooms. The little scamp knows I can’t say “no” to those adorable puppy dog eyes. So, after midnight when I was certain everyone was asleep, I snuck down the hall to his room. I was actually thinking it would be kind of hot to wake my boy up for a fuck, but he was sitting on his bed waiting and he pounced on me the moment I walked in the door. Asher is a noisy little slut when he’s getting pounded and I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet. When he got me hard and flashed his juicy bonus hole at me, I was helpless to resist him and soon we both lost all sense of caution. Just when I was in my last lap pounding him as hard as I could doggy style, I looked over toward the door and saw my brother standing in the hall watching. For a moment my life flashed before my eyes, and then I noticed his hand was down his pants. That spurred me on to really put on a show. At the very least, we were going to have an interesting conversation at breakfast. As it turned out, my brother had already fucked Asher before I even finished my morning shower. Having two lovers has turned Asher into an absolute nymphomaniac. In his defense, my brother and I couldn’t get enough of his pussy and pretty much fucked him non-stop. Unless he was just getting out of the shower, I don’t think there was ever a time that Asher didn’t have cum dripping out of his hole. Not that he minded. When we got home it was clear that he missed his uncle; so much so that I actually felt a little bit jealous. It never mattered before, but Dylan is four years younger than me and, true or not, I always thought he was better looking. Unfortunately, his place is more than an hour away from us in the country. I don’t worry about the competition, but do realize the distance means Asher doesn’t often get to spend time with new playmate, either. That sudden deprivation, especially so soon after Asher’s world opened up to more than just sex with me, the sudden freedom for both of us of having at least one person we didn’t have to hide from, has seriously made him insatiable. I can say that I can’t get enough of my son, and it really is true. At the same time, I can barely keep up with him. After all, he’s twenty and I’m 43. They say “40 is the new 30,” but tell that to my cock. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it’s not 30 anymore. They also say, “the spirit is willing but the flesh is…” well, not all it once was. Asher has instant recovery and I need a little while to recharge. I’m very fortunate that I work from home but Asher doesn’t always see me as busy when I’m actually on-the-job. There’s no difference to him between me scrolling through my social media on my laptop while relaxing in bed and my trying to get some work done there on a weekday. I’ve tried to explain it to him but, when he gets that itch in his bonus hole, absolutely nothing – except maybe bondage – will keep him away from my dick. We haven’t explored that yet, but maybe we should. I don’t think there would be any torture that I could inflict that would be as effective as just tying him to his bed, getting his pussy hungry for dick, and then walking away. Yesterday he gave me a few hours of peace and, just as I was really getting into the work groove there he was, crawling into my bed with that mischievous horny grin on his face. As usual, he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer and, as soon as he grabbed my crotch and got me hard, I couldn’t have said “no” if I had tried. He had my pants off in a flash. I have to say, even with his limited experience he gives better blowjobs than I’ve ever had in my life. Sometimes it’s almost painful trying to decide which of his holes I want to shoot my load in. For Asher, there is no question. He’ll swallow my load if I tell him to but he would always rather have it dripping out of his pussy. Today, he got his wish. He gave me expert head for a while and then I ripped his pants off and went down on his bonus hole. He tastes better than any I’ve ever eaten and my tongue pushed him over the edge into his first orgasm of the afternoon. I then started to fuck him. That’s one thing about a trans boy, especially one as oversexed as my son. He can take everything I can give him, cumming over and over again, and still be ready for more. I fucked Asher all over the bed until I just had to shoot. I pulled out and it only took a few strokes to shoot a wet sticky load all over my son’s creamy peach of an ass. He immediately rolled over and took my still dripping cock in his mouth to taste my seed, looking into my eyes as he did it. Then, he sat back playing with his t-dick and grinning at me. I didn’t need to read his mind to know what he wanted. I told him that it was time for me to get some work done and shooed him out of bed before he could test my resolve, again. I mean, really, how can a man be expected to work when he has a hot little trans fuck toy sitting on the bed begging for dick? 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/valentine-the-richards-family-tape-14.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0030/0.1707928971.jpg Valentine | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 14 I’m hosting the annual Richards family reunion this year, and last night, the festivities really started off with a bang! You see, around 1 A.M., I heard moaning coming from one of the guest rooms. Naturally, I went to make sure all was okay. The door was slightly ajar and when I approached, I saw my young nephew Asher getting absolutely fuck-hammered by his father—my older brother—Reese! I’m sure you can guess how blown away I was by such a sight, but if I’m being perfectly honest, at the same time I was immediately and utterly turned on. I think my nephew is cute as fuck and I’ve admittedly had more than a few fantasies about him. The fact that he was banging my brother got me super excited. Naturally, I wanted to know more, but I also knew that I probably should keep it to myself that I happened upon their sexual activities—for now. The next morning, while Reese was upstairs taking one of his famous hour-long showers, I took the opportunity to hang out and converse with Asher, who was casually playing around on his phone at the island in the kitchen. I asked the trans teen if he had a Valentine crush he was seeing recently. He coyly shrugged and nodded. I wasn’t deterred by Asher’s vague response. I pressed on and asked what this ‘special someone’ was like. The cheeky cherub deadpanned me and replied that the dude in question was “nice” and “kind.” Next, I asked how long Asher and the ‘mystery fellow’ have known one another. I chuckled to myself when the twink pretended to calculate and then answered with: “awhile.” Ha! I could be clever, too. So I followed up with a complimentary lead-in: I postulated that Asher was wise to “vibe well” with his partner before “getting too deep.” Asher could barely suppress a grin, I noticed, after my statement. I could also clearly see that the purposefully ambiguous twink wasn’t going to give an inch here. So I quickly took a different tack: my nephew and I don’t see each other nearly as often as we’d like, considering how far apart we live from one another. But we’ve always been able to talk openly about pretty much anything. The truth of the matter is that, although I was wildly curious about the extent of Asher’s relationship with my brother, I also wanted the boy to trust me completely. I was surprised when I found the two of them fucking each other’s brains out, but after the initial shock wore off, I thought it was pretty awesome and I really couldn’t think of anything else for the rest of the night. I might have pressed a bit too hard with the trust card because Asher was curious as to why I wanted to know so much about his sex life. I quickly assured the boy that I respected his privacy. I just wanted to let him know that there was no topic out of bounds, nothing that the boy couldn’t tell me. I could keep a secret, too. Asher took a moment to consider. Then he confessed that his lover was older—quite a bit older. I had to suppress my own grin at that comment. Then Asher described how tall, muscular, and “big” his older lover is. I was starting to feel a little “big” in my pants as the conversation continued. Finally, I threw caution to the wind and asked what Asher liked to do sexually with this well-endowed, older guy. And to my great surprise, the cute, quirky boy clicked his tongue and basically asked me if I would be interested in a live demonstration. Fuck yeah I would! Asher reached out and put his hand on my crotch. Then he leaned in and kissed me—a juicy, sensuous kiss. I pulled back momentarily; I respect my brother and, for just a second, I felt a pang of guilt. Asher assured me that his fella wouldn’t mind. In fact, apparently, the “mystery man”, would actually like hearing about what was about to happen between us. Asher and I made out like two lust-struck fools. Hands, lips, fingertips, and tongues went everywhere. I eventually peeled his jeans off, then hoisted the trans hottie up onto the counter top. The boy splayed his creamy thighs apart and revealed the already-slippery boy-slit. I took a deep breath and then dove right in. I sucked Asher off like a mad fiend—and I was thorough about it, too. My tongue didn’t miss a morsel. Fucking delicious. And between Asher’s loud gasps and his pulling my face right into his tender, precious sweet meats, I felt the electricity of our need to fuck rise to urgent levels awfully quick. I should also note that Asher’s insanely hot T-dick was bright pink and oozing so much sauce that I just had to lick clean every drop. The moaning hottie never once dried up. I was eventually able to just slide my iron-hard thickness right into that bonus hole. Filled it right up to the hilt, too. As Asher and I fucked each other with a rabid carnality, I silently hoped and wished that Reese might finish his shower a little early and catch us in this magnificent frantic fuck. To no avail, however, as the combination of Asher’s heavenly bonus hole and my own animal craving was becoming more than I could take. I kept moving the horny boy into different positions in the meantime, hoping I might last just a little longer. But when Asher insisted that he absolutely needed to see my massive load, how could I deny him? My throbbing cock blasted off all over Asher’s back the moment I pulled out and the boy looked right at me and moaned while hungrily licking his lips. Man, the cumshot was insane! I hadn’t shot a wad like that in ages! Hot, thick cream coated the FTM wet dream’s smooth, silky back and ass mounds. I sunk my still fully erect, still aching girth back inside the boy’s still wet, pulsating, oozy slit. Asher and I moaned and kissed. As I wrapped my arms around my nephew, I couldn’t help but immediately start fantasizing about the possibilities of future family fun during the next several days…! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/house-guests-the-richards-family-tape-13.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0029/0.1706812558.jpg House Guests | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 13 My son Asher and I always look forward to the annual Richards Family Reunion. Every year, a different family member hosts the festivities for a week, usually in the springtime or summer. This year, my younger brother Dylan took the initiative and invited all relatives to his hundred-acre ranch. Asher was thrilled since Dylan lives several hundred miles away in the country and we only get to see him a few times a year. On Friday afternoon, we pulled up to the main house of Dylan’s sprawling ranch estate. It was a gorgeous drive into the country and Asher could hardly contain his excitement. When Dylan opened the door, he gave both my son and me a big bear hug, grinning from ear to ear. After some happy 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 room far down the hallway that he had chosen for Asher to use, I could feel the boy’s excitement cool just a bit. Inadvertently trying too hard, I made up some lame offering that Asher and I could bunk together in one room to save space for the other family members who had yet to arrive. Dylan was kind enough to explain that there were more than enough rooms to house everyone comfortably, and that he imagined Asher would appreciate his own private space, since he wasn’t a small child anymore. Well, heck. What could I say in response that wouldn’t arouse any unnecessary suspicion? I thanked Dylan for his hospitality. Separate rooms would be “just fine”. Asher kept a straight 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 room unpacking, I couldn’t help but casually look down the hall and peek at my son. Asher’s body language seemed fine, but he wasn’t smiling anymore. I strolled down the hallway and did my best to stay upbeat. I reminded Asher how excited he’d been to see his Uncle Dylan. Didn’t he want to have a good time at the family reunion? Asher replied that although he was indeed very pleased to see his uncle and the rest of the extended family, it was starting to bother him how he and I had to hide our romantic love for one another. He wasn’t happy with the indiscreet discretions anymore and the obligation to pretend was wearing him out. While I completely understood and even agreed with my son, I also wasn’t ready to reveal our love to just anyone. We had to remember that Dylan had generously offered his home space to stay. If he were to find out about us, I assumed that he probably 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 offered a sober nod. He said that he understood, but held his ground about the disappointment of having to sleep in separate rooms. I took my son’s hand to try and comfort him. Suddenly, Asher pulled it away and I drew a sharp breath… as it was purposefully placed on my inner thigh. Asher huffed a dramatic sigh and made a quip about how “hard” it was to keep our love a secret. I tried to stifle a naughty grin and placed my own hand on top of Asher’s so it couldn’t go up my thigh to set my loins on fire. I promised my son that I would figure out a way to sneak into his room after midnight… It was zero-dark-thirty. I could instinctively feel my boy’s need from all the way down the hallway. I held my breath as I tip-toed very quietly into Asher’s room. I flipped the light switch on. The persistent pretty-boy was sitting on the bed- waiting for me. I could see plain as day that Asher was ready to fuck. And damn, he looked good. My boy gazed 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 better than to take such a risk, but my body was seriously ready to tear this kid’s clothes off and pound his tight little bod into the mattress. All hesitation vanished as Asher dove in for a kiss. We swapped quite a lot of saliva, then I stood him up and yanked his pajama bottoms down. I could see a wet-spot soaking through his cute underwear. I played with the sexy lump of Asher’s T-dick over the jockeys. I had to clamp a hand over the boy’s mouth as he cried out in primal, uncontrollable heat. Soon, I had Asher’s underwear completely off, licked my fingers wet, then tickled all around the sticky boy’s dripping bonus hole. He hopped into my lap and I really started going to town on that luscious slit. I had to bury my tongue inside the horny hottie’s mouth as he couldn’t stop moaning and carrying on like I knew he would. My boy came several times during our play, then he pushed me back onto the mattress and pulled the bulging erection from out of my jeans. Asher sucked on my aching hard-on until I was good and slicked up. He then pounced into my lap and sank down on my huge shaft. I had to shush him again and again as the boy insisted on riding me. Between fucking my son’s incredibly tight wet hole and us simply careening off the edge 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 really making the bed rock and my boy was hissing hot steam with every one of my deep, upward thrusts. I don’t know what made me look, but all the sudden I saw Dylan standing in the entryway– seemingly motionless, bare chested, just outside the door—which I had mistakenly left ajar. I probably should have cared, slowed down, stopped—something. But I didn’t. I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. And also, I noticed almost immediately that Dylan was touching himself as he watched. I subtly glanced up again. I could see Dylan had stepped back slightly so now all I could see was the outline of him in silhouette. I offered up a wolfish grin and then put Asher into the doggy position. If Dylan wanted to see a fucking hot finish, well, I was going to give it to him…and my son. Asher rocked back on my dick as I pounded deeper into his bonus hole. I felt him clench and spasm, then cum yet again. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I went full frontal assault 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 moan; but maybe that was…me? Fuck, maybe both! All I knew for sure at that moment was that the secret was out. Although, truthfully, I had a gut feeling that all my worries had been for nothing. Dylan was out of sight now. Probably back to his room. Still touching himself? I would’ve liked to have known…! I planned on falling asleep with my amazing son in my arms. Heck, maybe we’d wake up in the night and have another go; maybe this time we’d be less inhibited. All I knew for absolute certain was that the morning would bring some interesting conversation around the breakfast table! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/all-to-myself-the-richards-family-tape-12.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0028/0.jpg All to Myself | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 12 I know that my son Asher and his cousin Jordan have been fooling around, but I guess I underestimated just how strong their bond had gotten. Asher was noticeably saddened when his cousin left the house, despite my being excited to have my son all to myself again. What can I say? It still turns me on thinking about the way I had shared my boy with Jordan like that. The bond between Asher and I had gotten considerably stronger since, so maybe it isn’t all that hard to believe that a similar bond could be forged between two cousins. I almost feel selfish in my desire to have my son all alone with me. It is one thing to be naughty alongside another man, especially alone with another family member, but right now I feel a longing to have a night with just daddy and son. Sitting on my bed as my son gazed across the room at me with those big beautiful eyes, I feel that desire overtake me again now as I lean forward for a kiss. When they talk about sparks flying, it doesn’t even compare to the fireworks that go off when I hear my boy moaning against my lips, opening his mouth to let my tongue wrestle with his. It drives me wild, the way his smaller frame hugs my muscular build so effortlessly as our bodies melt together. I feel Asher’s hand rest on my growing hard-on, my cock throbbing at his touch. I rip my pants off to give myself some relief and watch my son’s eyes light up seeing my big boner wave at him. He gives it a few good strokes before I strip off Asher’s shorts to even the playing field. I don’t know what comes over me, but I am so excited to be playing with my boy that I end up lifting him and throwing him down into a 69 position so we can attack each other orally. My son slurps on my cock like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, deepthroating me as though it came as second nature to him. Seeing his boypussy lips before me awakened an animalistic hunger. I spread his bonus hole open with my strong fingers and my tongue explored Asher’s cavern. He tastes so amazing! I even catch myself nibbling at his pretty pink entrance. I tell my son I want him to ride me and he is quick to follow my instructions. Such a good boy. He starts straddling my thick torso and before we both know it my twink son is lowering himself down onto the cock that made him. I reach around to grab his round bubble butt, pulling him closer and fucking him deeper, the only sound is him whimpering as he wiggles on daddy’s dick. It’s never a question to me as to whether or not Asher is enjoying himself. The boy moves into position so I can fuck him from behind and turn his head to lock his eyes on mine, ensuring I see how honest his moans truly were. Asher collapses onto the bed in downward-dog and begins to finger his bonus hole furiously as I encourage him to gaze at himself in the mirror at the end of the bed. My son’s eyes roll back in his head when he sees the image of his muscular dad thrusting with all of his might. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t catch myself beaming at the beautiful image myself! The most satisfying thing about how strong our bond has become is that I can almost always make my son orgasm as my cock throbs inside him. Not only that, but he is such a trooper he’ll continue to let me ride him until I blow my load too. There truly is nothing like having my son all to myself! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/model-behavior-the-st-michael-family-tape-4.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0027/0.jpg Model Behavior | THE ST. MICHAEL FAMILY | Tape 4 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. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/afternoon-passion-the-richards-family-tape-11.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0026/0.jpg Afternoon Passion | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 11 It was a beautiful Sunday morning. My son Asher and I had woken up in each other’s arms, excited for the day because my sister was going to drop off my nephew Jordan with us while she ran a few small errands. Once Jordan arrived and his mother left, we figured that we had a little under an hour to spend together. We all just kinda gaped at each other and, let’s be perfectly honest here--the sexual tension was off the charts. All three of us had one thing in mind. But did we have time? The thing is, ever since the sexual relationship between Asher, Jordan, and I really started taking off, we admitted to one another that there was not much else that crossed our minds. But, with Jordan’s mother present more often than not, it was a little tricky at times finding a free moment alone where the three of us could follow our fantasies. Well, when I was surrounded by those two, I was already full mast. I could see that Jordan was as well! Fuck it. Let’s just do this! Half a second later, Asher sprang into Jordan’s beefy arms and they immediately started sucking face. I watched, transfixed, as my gorgeous, super-model beefcake nephew’s hands roamed all over my son’s tiny little fit body. Asher trembled slightly as his tall, older cousin cupped his slender bottom and pulled the trans teen even closer to him. My own longing was so powerfully potent at this point all I could do was lie back onto the bed. I stroked the bulge in my slacks as I watched Asher and Jordan’s tongues swirling playfully in and out of each other’s mouths. Then suddenly, Jordan pushed Asher onto the bed, so I moved my body closer. My son’s head and shoulders settled nicely up against my crotch. Meanwhile, Jordan had Asher’s jeans down in an awful hurry. Asher looked up at me and beamed—he loved being the center of our attention. I quickly pulled my pants off and let the boy play with my hard-on all he wanted. I looked over while Asher was stroking me and noticed that Jordan was playing with my son’s genitals. My nephew was a notorious fan of pussy in general, so he was right at home. Asher started hiccuping and gasping as Jordan’s fingering caused the FTM knockout to get soaking wet in seconds. I stroked Asher’s face and moaned right along with him as Jordan masterfully toyed with his tender boy bits. Then Jordan replaced his fingers with his tongue. Good thing Asher was gripping my cock still or else we might have had to peel the boy off the ceiling! I looked down at my dripping-wet darling and wondered aloud if it was time for Jordan and I to get some hot oral. You should have seen the big smile that crossed Asher’s face! So I nudged Jordan to try and break him free temporarily from the boypussy spell that he’d fallen into. I was fully naked by now, but Jordan had been so preoccupied, he was still fully dressed—but not for long! Jordan and I cuddled one another side-by-side up against the headboard. We lovingly watched Asher’s tongue go back and forth between my nephew’s enormous erection and my own. I was simply caught up in this steamy daze, mesmerized at how hot it was to watch my son suck my dick and then drool all over his cousin’s rod. Next thing I knew, Asher climbed over Jordan and immediately sat down on the beefy boy’s huge dick. The trans hottie’s own juices plus Jordan’s copious precum were all they needed to fit together perfectly. I wanted in, too! I ended up getting behind Asher as he rode Jordan and I teased his taint with the wet tip of my cock head. I nudged all his FTM sweet-spots in all the right places at just the perfect moments. Asher’s body shook and rocked itself instinctually back and forth, up and down, never stopping. I desperately needed to fuck my son and Jordan could see by the look in my eye that I needed it now. Asher simply flipped from the front to the back and welcomed me with his boyslit gaping and ready for Daddy to enter. Jordan and I took turns banging that hole deep and hard. Asher was beyond bliss and excitement. We handled, hoisted, and bandied his petite little body about and between us with ease. Then the joy of my life happened. Asher clung to me as I drilled his hole and he climaxed. His love tunnel clenched my cock and I came, too. Hard. Jordan cooed and applauded our passion on display and I just knew he couldn’t help hoping some of that sticky boy-juice of Asher’s might find his tongue somehow. My nephew’s own rocket cumshot deep inside my son was all that I could have ever hoped for. Jordan and Asher had this natural chemistry from the time they were just little boys. And now they were achieving new heights in both their familial and carnal relationships. It was so fucking amazing to watch first-hand… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/black-friday-the-st-michael-family-tape-3.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0025/0.jpg Black Friday | THE ST MICHAEL FAMILY | Tape 3 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... 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/close-cousins-the-richards-family-tape-10.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0024/0.jpg Close Cousins | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 10 Since I found out my hot cousin, Jordan, was into me, I’ve gotten his pants off every chance I can. It’s funny, though, even after my dad caught us and joined in, Jordan still worried about whether my dad cared if we fuck. I guess I get it: he’s older, and we’re family, so it’s not like we can just walk away from each other if things went bad. I want to think that he just can’t believe how lucky he is to get to fuck me. Seriously, I’m just glad that he wants to. Jordan was only going to be here for a few more days, though. When my dad first told me that he was coming to visit, I actually resented it a little bit. He’s nice and I’ve always really liked him. We’re only a few years apart in age but there’s a time when you were a kid that even a few years was a lot. We were just getting past that and starting to bond with each other again when he moved away. The distance started to grow again, and I came out as trans. I wasn’t sure if we were growing apart because we were far apart and sort of busy with our own lives or whether he didn’t like me any more. When my dad said Jordan and his mom were coming to visit, that doubt started eating me up. I just straight up called him and told him that I needed to know how things were between us. He said that everything was fine and he was cool with it. I guess I’ve turned into a real slut, though. Even though I was looking forward to seeing him now more than ever, I just couldn’t help resenting it a little bit that I wouldn’t have any fun time with my dad for a whole week. We’ve never gone more than a few days without sex since our first time. One time, my dad admitted that he and my mom never fucked as often as we do. I think that was probably mostly because mom didn’t want to. She was never very affectionate. Still, I felt kind of proud of myself that I was that irresistible. Self esteem was a difficult thing for most young guys, but it’s especially hard when you are trans. You know that’s difficult for some people to accept, and you just don’t have that many guys to compare yourself to. Mostly though, I’m just glad that I can give my dad that much pleasure. It was obvious how much he enjoys fucking me, now that we are past the taboo about fathers having sex with their sons. I see other men that I want, but as long as my dad was keeping me busy and satisfied, I just didn’t have the time, or maybe the courage, to chase them. That has been another good thing with getting together with Jordan. He’s my cousin that I’ve known my whole life, but it was still a little bit riskier than dad. Sometimes I thought about me and my dad just being lovers and spending the rest of our lives together. I’m not sure that’s the healthiest thing for me, though. I’m young and I should be exploring, at least a little bit. I wished Jordan lived closer. I know he likes girls, too, and it wouldn’t be like he was my second lover, or something but I know if he was closer, we would both want sex between us to be a regular thing. That’s not happening, though, so we’ll just have to make the most of the time we have. Today, we had a few minutes alone and I wanted to have some fun, but he was worried. I told him that I tell my dad everything and it turns him on. I mean, I will tell my dad about what me and Jordan did, and I know he doesn’t care. It definitely turned him on watching us. The truth was, though, that it’s not like I’m running around with lots of other men and doing stuff to talk about. It made Jordan feel better. I love my cousin so much! He’s a great lover. With him it was about more than just fucking. We made love. I thought he liked watching me come almost as much as he liked it himself. Don’t get me wrong, my dad was great! Nobody will ever fuck me like he does. Jordan will just lay there kissing me and fingering my hole all day, if I let him, though. I don’t think other guys will be like that. Truth is, that I could’ve laid there sucking his cock all day, too. It was nice and long, almost too long to get it all in my mouth, but I loved the taste of him and his scent. It was so hot when he moaned and forced my head down on him. I knew I was pleasing him as much as he was pleasing me. When he rolled me over so that I was on top and he could chow down on my bonus hole while I sucked his cock, it was the best thing in the world. He loved to make me come like that, but I wouldn’t let him because I wanted him to fuck me. That’s what he wanted, too. His cock fit my bonus hole so perfectly. Damn! He knew how to use it, too. He could fuck for ages and make me come. He started fucking faster and moaning louder and I knew he was going to fill my hole up! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/sexy-halloween-the-st-michael-family-tape-2.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0023/0.jpg Sexy Halloween | THE ST. MICHAEL FAMILY | Tape 2 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... 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/seeing-him-the-st-michael-family-tape-1.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0022/0.jpg Seeing Him | THE ST. MICHAEL FAMILY | Tape 1 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! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/understanding-the-richards-family-tape-9.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0021/0.jpg Understanding | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 9 I had only been staying with my cousin Asher and my Uncle Reese for a day or two and it was already easily the best visit with them I’d ever had. Both of them are super hot in different ways. As someone who loves guys of all ages and builds, Uncle Reese’s daddy vibes and Asher’s sexy twink thing were both right up my alley. I had fantasized about the two of them while jerking off, but I never thought I’d ever actually score with one, let alone both of them. Cousin Asher was easy enough to get in the bag: we’re just close enough in age, and I know he’s also gay. All it took was a little probing, and based on whatever reaction I got, I would proceed. Asher was extremely forthcoming and did very little to hide the fact that he was just as into—and excited about—the prospect of hooking up with his cousin. Before I knew it, I was pumping a load into him right there on the couch. The next day though, things got even more interesting. I was taking a nap in the afternoon and when I woke up, I noticed the house was weirdly quiet, save for some muffled voices and movements. I went up the stairs and as I got closer and closer to the bedrooms I realized the voices were actually moans. I walked into Asher’s room and my eyes could have exploded out of my head, Uncle Reese was going to town, pounding Asher hard, fast, and deep. My sudden entry must have spooked my Uncle, though, because they stopped. We all moved to the living room and the very couch I had fucked Asher on just the day before. I let my Uncle know that he could trust me with their secret, and Asher vouched for me as well. Uncle Reese had a little trepidation, naturally, but he also knew that I had hooked up with my cousin consensually. It didn’t take long for my Uncle to take his boy’s pants off and let him present his bonus hole for me to eat out. I went to town until Asher was shuddering from an orgasm right into my mouth. Uncle Reese kissed him as he came a second time. My Uncle and I stood up off the couch and released our hard cocks, Asher took both our cocks on like a pro, sucking one while stroking the other, making sure to make eye contact with whichever man’s cock he had stuffed in his hungry little mouth. Uncle and I rubbed our big mushroom heads together as Asher let his tongue roll over them. It was all too much; I needed to get my cock inside him. Uncle Reese agreed: he laid Asher out for me on his back first, giving me first dibs. My Uncle watched as my cock dipped into Asher’s wet, hungry hole and disappeared. I pounded him until I got close. Not wanting to cum yet, I tagged in Uncle Reese. I wanted to watch my sexy, beefy Uncle penetrate his son. Asher got on all fours and placed his face between my legs as his Dad slid into him from behind. He used my cock as a pacifier while his own father pumped his cock in and out of him. We switched spots again, but it was too much for me this time. I couldn’t hold it back and between his Dad’s encouragement and Asher’s own moans, I blew a huge wad of cum inside that extra entrance. But we weren’t done with his hole just yet—Uncle Reese got back in there and painted his son’s insides with his own load of daddy cum, leaving Asher cream-filled to the brim! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/tell-me-the-richards-family-tape-8.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0020/0.jpg Tell Me | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 8 It’s not lost on me that my son Asher could easily court whatever kind of man he wants. One look from those big beautiful blue eyes and, of course, the ever-present “aw shucks” expression on his face make it easy for unknowing horny men to fall under his spell. The idea of Asher getting railed every way from here to Sunday was one that both made me feel a natural fatherly unease, but also a not-so-very fatherly arousal. Ever since Asher and I started playing, I loved the fact that he gets to explore all facets of his sexuality with me, and on me. I loved that he could express himself sexually with the utmost comfort and safety in the arms—and in between the legs—of his dad. This balancing act of lover and father has become more and more tumultuous as time has gone on, though. I was protective of my boy, but am actively sexualizing him. I can’t seem to help myself on either of those. He too, seems to have a similar penchant for sexualizing his old man. I can’t count the amount of times we’ve been going about our respective days and routines and somehow, one way or another, our clothes fly off and my boy is begging to be filled with the seed that made him. Just a few days ago, I had told Asher’s slightly elder cousin Jordan to come visit us. I don’t know how or especially when, but the two rascals managed to act every bit their age and Jordan ended up sliding inside Asher. The thought of my nephew kissing my son, tasting my son, feeling my son was… enthralling, actually. A bit worrying, for all the obvious reasons, but on the other side of that is the fact that Asher is so hungry for cock that he couldn’t help but seduce his cousin. Knowing that makes my meat stiffen up instantly. As I found Jordan’s shirt under the couch while I was cleaning up, I let all these thoughts flood my mind. It took me a minute to remember that I could easily just go and ask Asher. I was already completely bricked up as I made my way up the stairs and into his room to ask. Asher, ever as open and honest with his dad as usual, was very forthcoming. He knew I was curious in more ways than one, so I asked him to not only tell me, but… …to show me. He welcomed the idea with a sheepish smile. I asked him to show me how they kissed. He planted a deep kiss on my lips; something tells me their kiss couldn’t have been as passionate. Our clothes began to make their way off our bodies, piece by piece. I proceeded to get a step-by-step sequence of events from Asher as to how his cousin ended up sliding his cock inside his bonus hole. I removed my boy’s pants and positioned myself between his legs and began to taste him. I asked him if Jordan worked his tongue on him like I did. I had Asher guide me to parrot my nephew’s movements and reenact them out on him. After working Asher up with my mouth, I removed my own shorts and let my long stiff cock spring free. It throbbed more and more with each little sequence. I drove it into Asher’s hungry wet mound, missionary first, before spooning him and sliding in for some long, intense thrusts. At this point, the reenactment had all but ended. I got Asher on all fours and began to pound him more vigorously. We did it all. We did everything from lapping up his wet hole to dipping my stiff rod into its warmth. Sex between the two of us was always a treat, but I couldn’t stop thinking of how hot it would’ve been to watch him get pounded by someone else. Or better even, having someone else watch me pound him. Maybe even Jordan and I, two muscular men, sharing this angel-faced twink between us. As I was building to an explosive climax with these images running through my head, Jordan suddenly appeared in the very open doorway! Oh yeah, this is going to happen… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/first-time-for-everything-the-richards-family-tape-7.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0019/0.jpg First Time For Everything | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 7 When my dad informed me that my cousin Jordan was going to be in town for a weekend visit, I could hardly wait to see him again. When he finally arrived at our house, we all made plans to go out on the town, get caught up and have an otherwise fun boys-night-out.” Dad wanted to run upstairs and take a quick shower before we left. In the meantime, Jordan and I lounged on the couch together in the family room. I should tell you a little bit about my cousin. Jordan is only a few years older than I am, but his physical appearance is far more developed and matured. He’s a notorious gym rat—and boy, does he look the part! Ever since I was little, I always thought Jordan was the coolest of the cool. I wanted to be just like him. Truth be told, I’ve had a secret crush on him for the longest time. Just like in the romance novels our moms used to read, my cousin is tall, dark and handsome as fuck. He always had a hot date on tap. Both dudes and chicks alike line up around the block for him. So on that evening, we were sitting across from one another in the family room, waiting for my dad to finish up his shower and get dressed. When I initially entered the room, Jordan was already sitting down, peering intently at something on his phone. He kinda looked up and nodded upon seeing me, but then went right back to the phone. Knowing Jordan, I understood that his moderately aloof demeanor wasn’t personal. We weren’t necessarily as close as I would have liked, and our families lived far apart. That made me very fond of any time we got to spend together. And I loved to look at him. Along with a gorgeous, beefy, sculpted body, Jordan has a killer smile and deep, dark brown eyes that can see all the way into you. As I sat there on the couch, pretending to also be interested in my phone, I couldn’t help but stare. Somehow, my cousin just kept getting more and more attractive to me. I crossed my legs with just a slight hint of anxious anticipation. I wanted Jordan to look up and notice me so badly. The tall, beefy hunk sighed and leaned back against the couch cushions. The bulge in my cousin’s form-fitting jeans was difficult to ignore. When he casually adjusted his junk as he got comfortable… I’m not gonna lie, I got a little wet. Finally, I just couldn’t stand the awkward silence anymore. I feigned a cough and asked him what was up. The handsome heartthrob shrugged; He was originally supposed to hang out with some chick that he knew. However, Jordan was obligated to join his mother on this trip to visit his uncle Reese, my father. Ultimately, Jordan was bummed that he probably wasn’t going to get laid that night. I responded to Jordan’s admission by acknowledging that I, too, had imagined that I was going to hook up with a dude tonight. But then…well, I kept the rest to myself. I thought my cousin might have brought the conversation back around to his ‘not-girlfriend,’ but instead he sat straight up and inquired as to what this ‘dude’ and I liked to do sexually. Was this a dream? Suddenly, I found myself blurting out that when my ‘dude’ (How could I tell him it was my Dad?) and I were intimate, we literally did everything. I half-expected a possible knee-jerk reaction, but to my absolute delight, Jordan merely followed up that first explosive question with another. My cousin puckered his lips and asked me if I gave my ‘dude’ a blowjob. Fuck yeah I did. Jordan shot me an approving grin. Then he inquired if the ‘dude’ has a big dick. Fuck yeah he does. God, I was so turned on. I thought for a moment that I might spontaneously combust. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face. Then, Jordan asked me if this ‘dude’ had fucked me. I nodded. Yes, he sure did fuck me. I should have seen the next question coming, but I was probably yet again just a half a step behind my canny, cunning cousin. Jordan promptly wanted to know if the ‘dude’ had cum inside of me. Uh huh. You bet he did. Now I have to make a confession. During this entire exchange I kept subtly glancing at Jordan’s notably snug package. I’d be damned if the lump in my cousin’s jeans wasn’t inflating more and more after each erotic inquiry escaped his lips. Jordan’s junk visibly jumped, twitched, and grew another half inch when I volunteered to let him know that when my ‘dude’ fucked me and came deep inside of me, I liked it. A lot. Jordan smiled and nodded. Then he looked me dead in the eye and said one sweet, heart-stopping word: “Hot.” Suddenly, Jordan put down his phone and placed his hand on his crotch—all the while maintaining hard eye-contact with me. At this point my underwear was pretty soaked. Honestly, anyone’s would be. I tossed my phone to the side and slid over to where Jordan sat. He didn’t stir at all, just moved his arm so that I had better access to touch and feel wherever and whatever I wanted to. I placed my hand on his inner thigh and squeezed. Then Jordan emitted a sharp exhale as my fingers moved closer to this bulging, throbbing package. Jordan smiled, all the while intently watching every move that I made. I steadily increased the intensity of my caress and massage. Jordan’s meat responded with a slight throb at every stroke and motion of my hands and fingers. I began unbuttoning his Calvin Klein’s. He immediately propped himself up and helped me pull his jeans down around his ankles. His penis obscenely sprung free of his jockeys. And fucking hell, it was huge. Clearly, Jordan and my father were of the same gifted DNA as they both were monstrously endowed. My cousin chuckled as I stared and admitted to him that his cock was easily one of the longest and thickest that I had literally ever seen. I could barely get my hand all the way around his girth. As I stroked his aching monster, I took the time to relish in how arousing it was to finally handle my cousin’s dick. Jordan’s smile never wavered. His eyes sparkled everytime I looked up at him to make sure he was still okay with what we were doing. I wondered how far we might go. I also wondered if he had ever been with a trans person before; My guess was no. I couldn’t help it that my t-dick tingled in my wet jockeys at the thought that this would be his first time…and that it was going to be with me. Jordan licked his lips. Now it was he who couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I knew exactly what he wanted because it was exactly what I had fantasized about since I can remember. I leaned over and brought my lips to his cockhead. The meaty, savory flavor of my cousin's glans was mouth-watering. As I enveloped as much of his man-meat into my salivating mouth as I could, Jordan tipped his head back and moaned. He stroked my back and fondled my ass as I took as much dick-length into my mouth as I could handle. As my widening jaw became more and more accustomed to Jordan’s giant shape inside my mouth, I could tell by his increasingly labored breathing that I was most definitely doing this right. As I hurriedly went back to downing the dude’s dick, he ran his large hands all over my smooth ass and crack. He amorously teased all of my private, sensitive crevices, triggering desire that I had only ever dreamed of. Silently, I wished and prayed that he would put his fingers inside. And boy, oh boy, I had no idea what I was in for! Clearly, Jordan had experience fingering. As I continued going to town on his incredible inches, he suddenly wet his fingers with his own saliva and began massaging the tender entry to my bonus hole. I was certainly already wet, but I realized when he put his fingers back into his mouth and tasted the stickiness on his fingertips that this was something that Jordan had probably thought about, but never dared attempt. Now, I was all his and he was all mine. Suddenly, we heard the showerhead from upstairs turn off. We both stopped what we were doing for just a split second and looked at one another. We knew we probably should move things along before my dad came back downstairs. Wordlessly, Jordan motioned for me to lie back on the couch. Once I was flat on my back, I spread my legs so the drooling beefcake boy could have complete access to whatever he wanted. Jordan leaned down and immediately started probing and exploring my ultra-sensitive boy-slit with a hunger and appetite I’d only ever experienced with my father. And just like a typical Richards man, Jordan wasted no time in burying his tongue as deep inside of my hole as he could. If I told you that I only came a little bit during this, I’d be lying. It got to a point where my bonus entry just started convulsing and pulsating the more that Jordan got into his magical bonus hole-eating skills. And if my t-dick were an old-fashioned rotary phone, it would have been ringing off the hook. Suddenly, Jordan rose from his carnal banquet and licked his chops. He slid me closer to him and grabbed his dick for what I could have sworn was a reenactment of my hottest wet dream. My cousin aimed it and pushed the enormous cockhead up against my teeny, wet entry. When he penetrated me it felt like he might split me in two. I had just enough brain power to start breathing again and took a large gulp of air. I tried to relax, but my libido was so ramped up, I thought I was going to have to plead for my cousin to hold me down. Finally, I felt Jordan’s nutsack graze against my slit. He had made the seemingly impossible task of fully penetrating me a reality. Only my father had ever made love to me like this. Passion was written all over Jordan’s face as his fuck-thrusts got more rapid and vigorous. Then, we heard the upstairs bathroom door open and shut. We really had to bolt to the finish-line now. Not that Jordan was probably going to last that much longer, anyway. At this point, he was ramming my hole at a feverish pace. The sweat trickled down his face. I wanted to lick it off, and I know I would have, but I felt yet another colossal orgasm about to wrack my petite frame again. As I arched my back and came, I clenched down with my love-tunnel as hard as I could. Jordan’s eyes popped open wide and my cousin let out a holler I’d never heard him make before as his massive cock swelled to even more massive proportions. The sheer amount of alpha-male spunk that erupted was quite the load. My own final climax found me damn near incoherent and muttering in an erotic-sounding language I didn’t realize I spoke. As Jordan’s jock cum streamed out of me while he slowly pulled out of my well-stuffed bonus hole, I couldn’t help but gaze back at my cousin in what I am sure looked like pure joy. Jordan’s never ceasing smile widened even further. I was falling hopelessly in love with that smile… and fast. As our heartbeats very slowly started feeling somewhat back to normal again, I thought I heard my dad call my name from upstairs. I knew Jordan and I had better find our pants and catch our breath or Dad might find out…! 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/daddys-boy-the-richards-family-tape-6.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0018/0.jpg Daddy’s Boy | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 6 Sometimes I feel like no matter how much cock I get, and no matter how hard I get it, it still never feels like enough. I was always wet and ready to go! But I’m young and horny, what can I say? One afternoon I was scoping out the apps, which on the one hand always (eventually) netted me a jackpot, but on the other, took a lot of work and time to actually find said jackpot. I was in the kitchen, on my phone, exchanging some pics with some guy when my Dad walked in. He came and stood over me to see what I was looking at. I had absolutely nothing to hide from him at this point. Mr. Richards… my dad, you see, he’s one of those cockwielders I’ve been getting on the regular. Even though I knew I didn’t have to hide my sex-capades from him, time had taught me that my Dad had something of a protective-and-jealous side to him. I don’t think he wants to keep me all to himself per se—I even think he would love to be in the room while he watched someone rail me, or even be the one doing the railing in front of someone else—but I think he did often fear that maybe I would lose interest or get bored in him. Couple that with his natural fatherly instincts and yeah, let’s just say he had a hard time hiding that side of him whenever I was being out in the open with stuff like this. It’s interesting though, that a totally handsome DILF like my Dad had the same insecurities as anyone else. I just would’ve never guessed. Back in the kitchen. Dad stood over my shoulder, watching both my screen and then me and then back and forth for more than a few moments. He made some small talk about the whole thing, trying to play it cool. But before things got too awkward, he just came out and asked me if I’d rather just go up to his bedroom and he could give me what I was looking for. Took him long enough, but he should know by now that he could have me anywhere, everywhere, however he would like. It took a mere minute or two for us to zoom up in his room. It was a blur of movement—we were barely in there before his pants were sliding down past his knees and his long, thick knob was sliding down my throat. I always loved showing him my skills, which he would confirm by moaning while my head bobbed up and down, working my mouth over his meat with precision. Every time we would play, there would come a moment when suddenly I remembered I had my Dad’s cock in my mouth, and that thought alone could honestly soak my jeans. Soon enough, those jeans had to come off too though, and Dad asked me to swing myself around and sit on his face while I got back to work on swallowing his sword. The thought would get me wet again, except this time, the realization was that my hunky Dad had his tongue inside me, and boy did he know how to use it. His form and method was made all the better by being equal parts ravenous and tender. He was eating his trans son's bonus hole out, after all. Dad had me get on all fours and pulled a dildo out. He stuck it in and out of me as he jerked me off, his own cock stiff and rigid the entire time. It wasn’t long though before he had to get his own real meat back inside me. Now I was perfectly opened up and wetter than ever, making that slide inside even easier. My hole swallowed his cock and I turned my head to watch him slide in and out of me. It was hot seeing all his muscles flex with each thrust. He laid me down on my side and spooned me, sliding back inside and thrusting harder and deeper into me as his fingers rubbed my T-dick. I couldn’t hold back anymore—looking right at him, us breathing into each other’s mouths as he kept pumping in and out of me, I came and my whole body vibrated as he kept up the pace. After the haze of orgasm wore off he got on my back and slid into me once more. He was great at using his tongue, but knew how to use his stiff rod even better. I could tell he was trying to hold back his own nut as much as possible, but it was getting harder and harder for him to control as he picked up the pace. He began moaning loudly and as his balls tightened up, he pulled his cock out of me and sprayed my belly with all his cum. Do I really need the apps? Maybe, maybe not. But either way, it’s good to know I have a consistent backup plan right here at home. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/cleaning-up-the-richards-family-tape-5.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0017/0.jpg Cleaning Up | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 5 I arrived home after running some errands and was pleased to discover that my son Asher was already home from work. I was even more pleased when he announced that he desperately needed a shower–and asked if I would care to join. He didn’t have to ask me twice! As my sweet, sexy son and I entered the shower stall, I couldn’t help but notice that Asher hadn’t once taken his eyes off of me since I had arrived home. Honestly, I felt like the luckiest dad alive because these days, Asher doesn’t make any bones about his attraction to me. As we stood underneath the refreshing warmth of the shower spray, it was clear as day that Asher liked what he saw as he gazed at my wet body. His lust was confirmed by the look of giddiness in his eyes when I flexed my beefy pecs for him—which he always eventually begs me to do when I have my shirt off. I feel the same way about touching his tattooed body, tracing its firm musculature, kneading it till it yields. With a look of pure love and adoration, Asher went in for a kiss. My son and I have always been close, and so I fully acknowledge the fact that he looks up to me—he always has. But things have changed in the best way possible. Asher didn’t just look up to me, he wanted me. I really am the luckiest dad alive. As our shower concluded, I couldn’t help but notice that even after we had toweled off, Asher’s T-dick was still wet and eager. And he wasn’t the only one that, despite toweling off, was not fully dry in the nether regions: my cockhead was dribbling precum like you wouldn’t believe. I threw our towels to the side and instructed my son to follow me into my bedroom. We barely made it across the threshold before we started making out. My manhood bobbed up and down as my son’s cherry-red lips and bubble-gum tongue worked their magic. I couldn't keep my hands off of Asher’s fine, tiny-dancer shape and build. Regardless of how Mother Nature had formed Asher, his masculine transformation gave him a certain ruggedness that was most definitely appealing and easy on the eyes. Asher suddenly pushed me back on the bed. He had decided he was going to be in charge and show Daddy who’s a good cocksucker. For being so young still, Asher had really become quite a master at giving head. Asher’s oral training came straight from me—I taught him to use the same techniques and mind-blowing maneuvers that I used on my own father. My son demonstrated for me how even a tiny, little mouth such as his could now fairly easily take my entire girth with one swallow. The way Asher could use those juicy, cherry lips to suction onto my sensitive cockhead was something he had figured out how to do all on his own—I sure hadn’t taught him that! Head this amazing absolutely needed to be reciprocated. It took less than half a second for Asher to get into a 69 position after I told him to. The moans, cries and wails of our chemistry were noticeably getting more impassioned, even animalistic. I pulled Asher off of me and I rolled onto my back. Without a word, he jumped on top of me and giggled into my ear as he positioned his bonus hole and slid all the way down on my aching daddy dick. As Asher rode me, we couldn’t help but gaze at one another with wonder. How could a father and son get so lucky? Our sexual communion and evolution was hard to put into words. Luckily for us, because of how close we already were before Asher’s transformation, this massive leap in our relationship no longer needed words. We had gotten used to letting our eyes, tongues, and fingertips do the talking. Asher’s passion seemed to be unquenchable. It was damn near uncontrollable at times. This scared me a little bit, but only in so much as the thought of him ever leaving my side or even my bed was becoming less tolerable to me. I desperately tried to match his passion. I made love and fucked this boy in every position I could think of until I knew I had reached the point of no return. When I came, I think I may have counted eight or nine solid blasts from my rod. But I nearly passed out, delirious from the exertion as I was, so there may have been more. When I came to, I slowly pulled out of Asher’s still vise-tight bonus hole. The semen was already oozing out from around the girth of my shaft, but I was a dam blocking far more inside. Until, of course, I pulled out… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/coming-home-late-the-richards-family-tape-4.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0016/0.jpg Coming Home Late | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 4 Saying that my son Asher and I have developed an unorthodox relationship would be a massive understatement. Ever since we began to explore a sexual relationship, the line between it and my fatherly duties and responsibilities had become murky, particularly as my carnal desire for the boy became stronger and stronger. That’s not to say that both of those sides can’t coexist within me. But one certainly would hope that as a father, my paternal instincts would overpower my lust. One night, I realized it was well past Asher’s curfew. I sat alone in the dark, semi-frustrated, yet also appreciating the solitude. I couldn’t help but fantasize about giving him a stern talking to that seamlessly led into laying him over my lap and spanking his bare ass. I wanted to let my fingers “accidentally” slide in between his legs and linger longer than they should. I went back and forth in my head with this. Do I put on my “dad pants” and give him an actual lecture? No spanking? Would he or would he not be turned on by it? How would I even discipline him if he enjoyed the discipline? I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, but suddenly I heard the door open. As the lights flicked on, Asher came in. He was surprised to see me up, and naturally asked what I was doing sitting there in the dark like a weirdo. I was being weird, wasn’t I? Weirder even, the very second we made eye contact, I became completely disarmed. Instead of a stern talking to, I instead started rambling about being worried about “other men” and what they would do with him. Which was mostly a lie, mostly. I am, in fact, worried about bad men coming in contact with my FTM son, but I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about other men having their way with him for me to see. Worse though, I think Asher knew he wasn’t ever really going to get into trouble not abiding by house rules. All he had to do was say “I love you, Dad” as he came in for an embrace, and any memory of punishing him vanished. His touch led into a kiss which sent my head spinning. Before I knew it, my pants had been unbuttoned and unzipped and I completely melted as I watched my cockhead pop into my boy’s mouth and rest on his tongue. He looked up at me as his head bobbed up and down. He let his tongue slide the length of my shaft, knowing I was completely at his mercy. He let me help him get undressed and I had him get on all-fours on the leather ottoman. The spanking fantasy rushed back into my head. But instead of turning those perky cheeks red with my big hands, I dove in face first to taste him. Every time I plunged into him it felt like the first time, yet always as forbidden and flavorful as the last. I let my big middle finger dip into his warm, wet hole as I let my tongue glide up and down his slit. It wasn’t long before I had him stand up against the railing of our stairs and I slid right up into him from behind. He was so warm, so inviting. He craned his head back as he cooed and moaned as I began to pump in and out of him, letting me kiss him as I did. Whether it was this position, or him riding me, or missionary—my personal favorite—my son looked sexy in all of them. If there’s anything I could guarantee at this juncture in our relationship, it’s that he’d always be ready to help me milk a load out of my cock with very little work. I shot all over his belly, realizing that it was I, perhaps, that needed to be punished. I was going to have to work at regaining my role as a serious parental figure… one that wasn’t absolutely spellbound by my boy’s bonus hole. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/tv-teaser-the-wheeler-family-tape-6.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0015/0.jpg TV Teaser | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 6 As Mr. Wheeler and his stepson Luke snuggled together on the couch watching television, there were two things that Luke had on his mind. First, he couldn’t help but contemplate the surprising speed at which he and his stepfather’s newly-budding sexual relationship had been going. The FTM twink had found that, although the carnal pleasures shared between them were a little weird at first, things had quickly become comfortable and easy. Yes, there was always that nagging voice second-guessing him, but it was losing–getting quieter over time. Second, Luke couldn’t help but be quietly fascinated—and pleased—by his always-randy stepfather’s fingers playing and massaging over Luke’s thin underwear. Mr. Wheeler made Luke’s sensitive genitals tingle and pulsate with pleasures the likes of which felt far more right than the more logical side of his brain was sometimes willing to admit. But, that wasn't all they were doing. They weren't just fooling around or exploring each other's bodies anymore. No, this was something more significant. It was an important moment, a milestone; Mr. Wheeler had said so himself. They were starting to find a rhythm together in each other’s lives. The television glowed, and Mr. Wheeler’s hands roamed. They clearly had no interest in watching the latest sci-fi TV teaser when beside each other. Mr. Wheeler also has that nagging voice—how could he not, given his own history with his father, Dale? The sensuous Daddy smiled contentedly as he nuzzled up against Luke’s baby-smooth yet masculine body. Mr. Wheeler, for his part, was still riding up on top of the peaks of this wave of craving he just couldn’t seem to quench for his stepson. Luke’s transformation–becoming the awesome man and person he was growing into–filled his heart with so much joy. Helping Luke find comfort in his transition and power in his new life made Mr. Wheeler very happy. When Luke would glance over and smile, Mr. Wheeler’s dick would twitch in whatever he was wearing, and instantly get hard. This stepdaddy now found it nearly impossible to keep his hands and fingers away from that smoking hot, seemingly always wet boy slit. Soon, the TV was completely forgotten. Now all that Luke wanted to watch was the manner in which Mr. Wheeler made out with his bonus hole. Luke’s juicy boyhole was practically smothered by Mr. Wheeler’s twirling tongue while also lustily inhaling the boy’s aroma. Luke arched his back… and climaxed. Mr. Wheeler finally came up for air some time later, licking his chops as Luke grinned with drooling happiness. The proud stepdad marveled at how perfect and beautiful this boy was to him, beaming with the confidence Luke has both in his body and in knowing himself. If Mr. Wheeler was being honest, he thought Luke will be even more handsome once he fully developed. The TV was just another object in the room, background noise. Life was good, and the sound and sensations of it was far greater than anything a screen could show them. So when Luke practically begged his stepfather to put his hard cock inside of his boyhole, the only dilemma that Mr. Wheeler had now was this: should they just get rid of the TV? Who needs cable when they could entertain themselves inventing countless ways to make each other cum? 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/taking-a-break-the-richards-family-tape-3.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0014/0.jpg Taking a Break | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 3 Asher was being a good boy and washing the dishes when his Dad walked into the kitchen. Though the discipline of doing chores was important, Mr. Richards couldn’t help but interrupt the boy’s work—he waltzed over and began to let his hands roam all over Asher’s body. Ever since popping his boy’s cherry, Mr. Richards had not been shy about being affectionate with young Asher. Asher shuddered in excitement as his handsome, muscular dad felt him up. There was no ambiguity in what Mr. Richards wanted, and Asher could finish the dishwashing later. He turned around to oblige his Dad’s obvious signals—they locked lips. Mr. Richards’s hands ran down to the front of Asher’s pants, giving the fabric a firm rub and feeling the warmth underneath radiate. As their tongues danced, Mr. Richards unbuttoned his son’s pants and let them drop to the floor. He brought Asher onto the kitchen counter and made the boy present his hungry, wet mound. He did not hesitate to dive in face-first to taste his boy and the warm juices dripping out of him. Asher’s dad was masterful in how he used his tongue to flick and stroke the boy’s t-dick—he’d had practice, after all. Asher, the giving son that he is, wanted to return the favor. He hopped off the kitchen island as Mr. Richards’s pants dropped, his hard cock springing straight out for the boy to swallow whole. And so he did—Asher looked up, his mouth full of daddy dick, and locked eyes as he worked his mouth all over the swollen pole. The boy was going to get a good taste of every inch of his dad’s swollen meat: licking the head, sucking on it, licking his full balls… They loved it all. Mr. Richards had his obedient boy stand and turn around to lean over the kitchen island. Right then and there, he let his cock slide into his boy’s wet, hungry, and inviting FTM hole. Asher moaned as he felt every inch of his Dad invade his opening, filling him up. Mr. Richards began pumping, quietly grunting as his boy moaned from the steadily quickening thrusts. Mr. Richards became transfixed as he watched his son impale himself on his rigid daddy cock. Asher slid it in and out of himself with ease and gusto. Mr. Richards took back the reins and lifted one of Asher’s legs up, pumping in and out of him again, all while planting a deep kiss. He switched it up again, having a seat on a kitchen chair while guiding his boy to climb on top and take a ride on his sword. Mr. Richards saved the best position for last. Not wanting to cum just yet, the older man had his boy climb back on the kitchen island and lay at the end. He re-penetrated his boy’s hole and began pumping once again. With this view, he was able to see the heavenly expression on his son’s face as he slid in. Both of them grunted and moaned in unison. Mr. Richards stroked Asher’s swollen t-dick, riling the boy up. Asher began begging his dad to make sure he came inside him. Mr. Richards promised he would, of course, and as those words left his lips, he was sent over the edge by his boy’s begging for his seed. His balls tightened and he blew another load deep into his sweet boy’s starving hole. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/staying-in-the-richards-family-tape-2.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0013/0.jpg Staying In | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 2 I’ve really got a lot on my mind lately. To make a long story short, I’ve started to fall in lust with my son Asher. I think—and, maybe fear—love is not far behind. You see, I cannot stop thinking about him. His gorgeous eyes, lips, his smile. That cute face, that perfect body. I could go on like this all day. We’ve been fooling around, which is already one line I’ve crossed. Since we started having a sexual relationship, I noticed that Asher was engaging in dates with other men, as well. I’ve seen him texting on his phone late at night and then leave, but come back in a couple hours or so. It drove me wild to think of another daddy's dick inside my boy. So this particular evening I decided, somewhat half-heartedly, to put on some dress pants and a polo. I just wanted to go out for the evening and wind down, try to get my mind on something other than the sound of my son’s voice when I’m powerfucking the blazes out of his insanely hot boypussy in the late afternoon. Given how easy it was for me to remember, and how much I wanted it again, I wasn’t sure if anything really could get my mind off of Asher. As I was passing through the living room, I couldn’t help but notice my boy sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand. He had on a crooked grin as he stared at the screen, and his hand rubbed down on the crotch of his jeans. Who could my feisty twink son be sexting this time? Was he planning a dick date? Any enthusiasm for going out vanished. I needed to know. No reason to be coy. I’m his dad. I just straight up asked the kid who he was messaging. Of course, he was talking to “nobody”, just some random dude who had sent him a message. I knew better than that; Asher was clearly looking at something that made his eyes and erotic smile light up. I wanted to be the one that made my son light up and smile like that. I wanted to be the one that made him touch himself. How macho and studly could this other guy be that he made my son get all hot like this? I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out and grabbed the phone from Asher. Of course the boy protested, but the look I shot him earned his silence. I looked at the phone screen and the very first thing I saw was a macho-looking, forty-something muscle dude with a nearly foot-long monster cock in his hand. God I was jealous. I couldn’t help it. But, I also understood how Asher—or any horny boy— could be drawn to looking at that huge daddy dick. It was truly remarkable. It wasn’t much bigger than my own dick, but damn, even I was mesmerized. I asked my son if he’d sent a reply or pictures back to this man. Asher immediately piped up that he hadn’t and wasn’t going to. I should have felt better after that, but for some reason, I just didn’t. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I think my son and I had a kind of breakthrough. After a pause that seemed to last forever, Asher finally spoke. He looked right at me with an intense, but doting look and confessed that, in fact, he wanted me, not the man on the phone screen. The sweet-faced, hungry boy licked his lips and he confessed that he thought I was way sexier. My son’s big blue eyes damn near took my breath away. Asher studied my face for every tell; I was momentarily speechless. This was going somewhere very quickly that I didn’t expect. I was falling hard for the boy. My yearnings took over. He had always been so honest and straightforward with me about his thoughts and feelings. It was almost like my own son was teaching me how to live boldly. So, I took the cue and slid right up next to him. I told him with my eyes, my hands, and my smile just how much he meant to me. I told him how I never stop thinking about him, and how badly I need to be inside of him. Asher didn’t need to use words to supply his answer. He simply placed his hand against my face and let my hands wander all over his smooth form. I had the boy stand up while I sat down on the carpet. I slathered my tongue all over that delicious T-dick. I swirled it around with my lips and tongue, exploring its taste like wine. Asher’s delighted cries egged me on, inspired me to do more. Eventually, I laid him back on the couch, sucked on my fingers to make them slippery and wet, and then pushed them into my son’s bonus hole. Asher wailed with intense pleasure. I put my tongue in the savory space my fingers had just slid out of. I looked up at my boy. His precious face told me that he was desperate to cum. Asher’s hand wandered down towards his T-dick, but then hesitated and he looked at me as though for permission, or guidance. I encouraged my boy to touch himself whilst I sucked him off. I was so proud of my son. I asked him, after some time playing with his privates, if he wanted to do it with me. He nodded with undisguised enthusiasm. I showed Asher how to touch himself and I worked my hands and fingers like a magician. Soon, my son arched back and came. I kissed his oozing, soaking wet boy pussy. I realized most of my clothes were still on, lost as I had become in pleasing Asher. I hurriedly yanked them off and aimed my cannon of a cock right at my boy’s tiny extra entrance. I could neither hesitate nor go back. I simply buried myself deep inside of him and all the way to the hilt. Asher sang like an angel and I roared like a beast. My son’s tight fuck-tunnel was squeezing my monstrously hard cock like a fist. Damn, it felt awesome! We fucked passionately like that all evening. I lost count of all the times that I made Asher cum, but I remember the incredible sensation of my boy’s dripping wet slit, pulsating and gripping my cock. We both eventually, and simultaneously, erupted. Asher and I took quite some time to come down from his climax. As my massive load came pouring back out of my son’s well-fucked hole, I let out a long sigh of relief, happy that we both decided to stay in. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/my-boys-the-hudson-family-tape-6.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0012/0.jpg My Boys | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 6 It had been a long while since my dad Joel and I had played around. I still had plenty of hot and fond memories of those times, but as I got older and busier with my own life, Dad got busy with his own fatherly duties looking after my brother, Luke. Luke was now coming into his own as a young man, and a damn sexy young man, at that. As dirty as my thoughts often were, I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me that maybe Dad had been giving Luke the same kind of guidance during his sexual awakening as he did with me. The thought finally reached me on the day Dad came to me and asked me to join him and Luke in his bedroom. Dad said he wanted us all to reaffirm our bond as a family—for he and I to get close again like we used to be, and for Luke and I to explore a new path in our relationship as brothers. Before I even had time to properly assess the information and its exciting possibilities, Dad leaned in to kiss me, tongue and all. He embraced me, and as he continued to wear my mouth away, Luke watched on. Dad extended his other arm out Luke’s way and had him join the embrace. He brought our heads together and I kissed my brother as Dad hugged us both tightly, as if we were going to slip away. It happened so fast, I didn’t even feel the blood rush from my head to my cock. But, Dad knew. He unfastened my belt buckle and my pants had soon slid off. My hard cock was visible even behind the fabric of my black briefs. Dad pawed at my dick through the fabric a bit, before slowly pulling the waistband down to release my cock. He gave it a few tugs before motioning to Luke to come suck it. I couldn’t believe it! My handsome little brother had his lips and warm mouth firmly wrapped around my cock. I don’t even remember when my briefs managed to slide all the way off. Dad wasted no time. Just as he had just done with me, he unfastened Luke’s pants and swiftly slid them off, giving the warm mound a rub outside his boxers before pulling those off, too. Dad stroked Luke’s wet bonus hole and slid his digits in and out of his opening. I was too lost in how good Luke’s mouth felt on my meat to notice when Dad dove face first into Luke’s FTM hole and began to lap it up as he fingered—tasting his boy, as that boy tasted Dad’s other boy. This certainly wasn’t Dad’s first time eating Luke out, and this also wasn’t Luke’s first time having a mouth full of cock. I always knew my brother was handsome, but now he had become downright sexy to me. I needed to feel him, deep. But of course, Dad had first dibs. We got Luke on all fours and Dad slid into him from behind as he continued his oral assault on me. Whether I looked straight ahead or down, I found a sexy, taboo sight in all directions. Luke groaned on my cock as Dad pounded him from behind, and I knew that those were groans well earned, too. Dad’s cock was a monster. Dad and I kissed over Luke’s back as we stuffed him at both ends. Soon, Dad was ready to pass the baton. We switched roles—we had Luke lay on his side and as Dad slid his cock into Luke’s mouth, I slid into Luke from behind, spooning him. It was incredible; so warm, wet, and tight. Dad rubbed Luke’s T-dick as I slid in and out of him, and soon I could feel my balls tighten as they headed towards a nut. I blew deep inside Luke’s guts, which made Dad buck his hips harder as he fucked Luke’s face, blowing his own load into my brother’s mouth. Dad laid down between the two of us, wrapping an arm around us, embracing his family... no, our family. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/special-first-time-the-richards-family-tape-1.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0011/0.jpg Special First Time | THE RICHARDS FAMILY | Tape 1 I was late coming home. I was surprised to find my dad waiting for me on the couch. My dad is definitely what most people would call “classically handsome,” even with an expression of stern concern. He has a great face, and definitely a great body. He’s very muscular with massive arms; I would be lying if I said I didn’t find him incredibly hot myself. He was, after all, my first impression of masculinity. He was what I thought men should be. It’s pretty normal for a guy my age to be horny and turned on all day, every day. But at home, being around Dad definitely made that urge all the more powerful. He filled out his light gray polo very well as it clung to his chest and biceps. His fitted jeans seemed to be molded onto him, threatening to rip if he flexed his thighs. He asked me to come sit down next to him and, as I did so, I apologized for my tardiness. I was shocked when he abruptly asked me if I was having sex yet. He explained that my first time should be special, safe, and with someone I trusted and cared about. I don’t know what came over me, but I responded with “So, like you?” He looked a bit perplexed, but to my further astonishment, he simply replied “Is that what you want?” I tried to play it a bit coy and said “Maybe.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when he rested his hand on my shoulder. Emboldened again, I rested my own hand on his massive thigh and moved in towards him. Dad let his big hands roam all over me, and I similarly squeezed his big biceps. Our faces inched closer and closer to one another. I felt the heat begin to rise between my legs. He must have felt as eager as I did because before I knew it, I felt his hand pull my face in from the back of my head to kiss me. The flood gates opened. We stayed like that for a while, our lips dancing all over each other. We kissed as if we had been a couple for a long time—and I suppose, in a way, we had. Dad asked me to stand up and take my pants off. When I sat back down, he didn’t hesitate to plant his lips back on mine, letting his left hand find its way between my legs again. This time though, he stuck it inside my underwear. I could tell he loved it, feeling his trans son’s wetness and warmth, knowing he was the cause of it. He let his fingers probe all over around and inside me. He removed my underwear and continued to massage my bonus hole. He brought his mouth to it and began lapping it up, reducing my voice to groans. He moaned as tasted me, too, and knowing that my taste had that impact on him made me feel special in a way I was unprepared for. I told him I wanted to see him naked, and he gladly stood up and dropped his jeans. The outline of his big hard cock was visible through his underwear, in the brief time it remained on him. I couldn’t believe I was about to see my dad’s dick—and possibly host it inside me! He let it free and I was quick to pop it into my mouth. He was supportive and encouraging the entire time I sucked on it, guiding my head along its length, and giving me feedback as I worked him over. After a few minutes of my blowjob, Dad asked if I was ready for it and told me to lay back. My body quivered as he brought his cock up to my slicked-up, hungry opening. He let the head go in slowly, then inched the rest of the way in. The idea of him filling up my tight FTM hole drove me nuts, and it was really happening! He pulled his cock all the way out and let the head roll around on my T-dick before sliding it all the way back in again. He began to pump in and out of me. I could feel it throb inside my tight chambers. Soon we were spooning and Dad was making love to me from behind. We found a steady pace. My juices flowed like a river, and Dad let me know that I was getting him close. He kissed me, his moans getting louder and louder as he brought himself to the hilt. Finally, he blew and unloaded inside me, filling me with his seed. His thrusts slowed all the way down as he let the last drops of his orgasm spill in me. You know, I’m glad Dad’s always been a hands-on teacher. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/attentive-uncle-the-wheeler-family-tape-5.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0010/0.jpg Attentive Uncle | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 5 I woke up the other day from a long, restful nap and decided to see what my nephew Luke was up to. I headed to his room—he's been living with me for several weeks now—and as I got closer to his bedroom door, I noticed two things: the door was wide open, and from inside there was the unmistakable sound of moaning. When Luke unexpectedly arrived at my door a few weeks ago asking if he could stay with me for a few days, I suggested that he could stay for as long as he liked. So from that point on, we’ve spent nearly every day together, really getting to know one another better. I tip-toed down the hallway. When I got to Luke’s open door, I peeked in to check on him. I just wanted to see if he was fine; let me tell you, he was more than fine! Luke was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, tongue damn near hanging out, legs open and pumping a very large and thick flesh-colored dildo into his boyhole. This smoking-hot nephew of mine arched his back and moaned again, much louder than before. He was probably close to cumming. I hoped—prayed, actually—that he was thinking of me. Suddenly, Luke opened his eyes and right away he saw me standing there, watching. He smiled, but with a shy countenance, and bashfully tried to cover his private parts. He explained that he didn’t realize that anyone was home and so took the opportunity to blow off some steam. And…would I care to join him? Fuck yeah, I would. I immediately laid down next to him and slipped my fingers into my nephew’s tight, deliciously moist boy-pussy. He arched his back yet again and moaned, with much more volume than the dildo had gotten out of him. Knowing I could out-perform that thing made me feel pretty good… and I was only just getting started. Soon, my salivating tongue found its way deep into his luscious and delectable bonus hole. After a wonderfully lengthy make-out session with his sweet, tender extra entrance, I let the starry-eyed twink know that I needed to fuck him far, far more than his toy did. No sooner had the words been spoken than those whipped-cream-soft jock thighs spread open for me. As I pressed my hips towards him, I unzipped my fly and slipped out of my slacks so that nothing remained between me and his hole. Nothing could come between us, except us. Luke pulled me on top of him and I slid myself, painfully swollen with lust, all the way inside his hole. Not one to brag, really, but honestly my cock kinda makes Luke’s dildo’s look small. And, boy-oh-boy, does Luke love giant cock! As I pounded my nephew into the mattress like a forty-horsepower piledriver, it’s like he started speaking in tongues. He gripped the sheets and begged for me to never stop. We worked up quite a sweat, and I eventually suggested that Luke and I change positions, that he hurry up and ride my dick. One of the things that I’ve really come to love about our new, budding relationship is that I never have to tell my nephew something twice. He really respects his elders. As Luke deliriously bounced himself up and down on my meat, I drilled up into the boy with swift, upward strokes. He would match my rhythm and slam himself down on my cock. His eyes rolled back when he hilted himself onto me. All the while, the turned-on twink fingered and played with his t-dick with wild abandon. I lost track of how many times that my nephew came while riding my cock. My crotch and pubic hair were soaked at this point, drenched in Luke’s sweet juices. I could feel my own orgasm quickly building, hurtling to the finish like a runaway train. I pulled the boy off me and laid him, again, onto his back. I pushed his twinky legs up and plunged immediately back inside of him. He cried out loudly and clenched the bedsheets as I thrust into him several more times, and then erupted. I looked down at my cock as I pumped what seemed like an impossibly massive amount of cum into Luke. My nephew gasped and stared at me with wide-eyed wonder. He couldn’t believe how much semen was blasting out of me, and how quickly it filled him to the brim. When I slowly pulled my cock out of my nephew’s boypussy, thick rivulets of cream came pouring out. Luke laughed playfully as we very slowly came down from our shared mind-bending climax. For as long as he chose to stay, I decided that I’d check into Luke’s bedroom more frequently… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/show-for-grandpa-the-hudson-family-tape-5.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0009/0.jpg Show for Grandpa | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 5 I absolutely love spending quality time with my handsome grandson, Luke. I would do literally anything for him. This means, honestly, that oftentimes I get a little protective of him. If someone ever hurt my precious Luke, I’d lose my mind… Speaking of losing one’s mind, I felt like I was losing a certain amount of control when Luke brought his new boyfriend Danny over to hang out and watch a movie. I don’t really remember the film; that part isn't important. The important part is that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this sweet-faced, dark-haired Adonis sitting to my left. When Luke first started bringing guys home to have sex with it wasn’t that I felt nervous or uncomfortable. Not at all—the thought of my grandson getting it on with hot guys gave me a real sense of pride in Luke. He deserved the world. It… also really turned me on. I smiled and pretended not to notice Luke subtly scooting closer-and-closer until he was leaning softly against me. I could tell he was getting aroused, and so was I. I wondered if Danny was, too. He had the appearance of a boy who would be the nervous type, but there was a certain feeling about him I couldn’t quite pinpoint. At that moment, Luke suddenly sprang up off the couch and announced that he needed to do something, and would be back in a moment. I took the opportunity to get to know Luke’s cutie-of-a-boyfriend a bit better. I told Danny just how special of a person that my grandson was to me and how important it is that he treated Luke well. Danny’s honest smile and authentic affirmations were good enough for me. Bright eyes like that rarely lie. When the boy assured me that he would never hurt Luke, I took him for his word. I also wondered–well, actually, fantasized—a lot these days about what Luke and Danny were doing sexually together. So, since I finally had Danny alone and right in front of me, I thought that I’d simply ask. The look on Danny’s astonished face was priceless, and so was the sight of a steadily growing lump in the boy’s shorts. I revealed to the speechless twink that I knew about the sexual activities that Luke and Danny were up to via intel from Luke’s father. Danny relaxed and smiled, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Right at that moment, Luke zoomed back into the room. He noticed how Danny was smiling and blushing, and with feigned exasperation, demanded to know if I was giving his boyfriend a hard time. As Luke and I looked at Danny, we both could see that the only hard thing aroundwas in his shorts. Luke flashed me that sexy grin of his, and I considered it permission. I casually suggested to the boys that they show for me what they do when they’re alone together. Danny leapt to his feet and slid next to Luke, who had just sat next to me on the couch. I watched with sheer primal arousal as the hot twinks groped one another and made out—they didn’t need much egging on from me to get going. The boys’ tongues buried themselves as deep into each other’s mouths as they could. The wet sounds that the hot twinks made as they french-kissed made me shiver—my hand, reflexively, dipped down to my own stirring groin. Soon, the boys’ clothes started coming off and I knew right then and there that I absolutely had to join them. Once Danny dropped his shorts, Luke made a quick bee-line to his crotch. Danny’s penis was a beautiful sight to behold—to my surprise, it was rather enormous, disproportionate to the twink’s frame. Luke was practiced in dealing with it; he effortlessly swallowed the entire monster whole. After a bit of suction, They traded places and Danny drove his face towards that luscious, soaking-wet boy hole. I finally got myself into the action and made out with my smoking hot grandson while Danny gorged himself on Luke’s hot slit and delectable t-dick. And I’ll tell you what! The rest of that evening (and well into the night) was a blurred flurry of incredible sex. The things those two boys would do together with me was simply awesome. I was amazed by all of the wildly hot, creative positions we fit ourselves into. There were too many to recall clearly. Probably my favorite was when Luke rode Danny in reverse cowboy, while I watched and touched myself. Luke crooned with sweet relish as he impaled his moist and oozing bonus hole over and over on Danny’s dick. Finally, a panting and utterly delighted Danny gave one last thrust upward, tilted his head back and cried out with ecstasy as he blasted surge-after-surge of cum deep inside my grandson. Luke’s mind-blowing orgasm occurred only seconds later. I stared with savage thirst as my hot, sweaty grandson’s perfect body convulsed, completely overcome with bliss. And then it was my turn. Rivers of juicy semen trickled out of Luke’s well-fucked extra entrance as he pulled off of Danny’s cock and laid down on the couch. He spread his legs just for me. It’s amazing I didn’t come just from the sight of it all. I pushed my throbbing cockhead through the slippery boy-pussy entrance. As I penetrated deep inside of Luke, I groaned loudly, quivering with exertion, and was overcome with how wonderful it was to have this connection with my grandson. When he begged me to shoot my load all over his body, I immediately pulled out and gave him what he wanted. Anything for Luke. The amount I splashed all over my beautiful, wondrous FTM boy was immense. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of sex, sweat, and cum. As the three of us enjoyed a sensual, satisfied three-way kiss, I began to realize just how lucky of a grandpa and lover that I had become…and I smiled as I knew that we could return to this anywhere, at any time. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/beautiful-boy-the-wheeler-family-tape-4.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0008/0.jpg Beautiful Boy | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 4 It had only been going on for a couple weeks, but my step-son Luke and I had become closer than ever. Closer than your average step-dad and son is typically allowed. I was still a bit incredulous at the fact that my brother, Mason, had opened Luke up before me.I love my brother, and I know that he knows that, since we’ve fooled around, too. Despite my ping of jealousy, I’ll be eternally grateful to him for being the doorway to finally letting Luke and I bond, emotionally and physically. One lazy day I happened to walk by Luke’s bedroom as he was checking himself out. He was wearing a plain white tee shirt and jeans, which is basically the unofficial “hot dude” uniform. While I already knew just how cute his lithe, masculine body was, watching him admire himself… seeing that confidence in his face, it was both a joy and an instant turn on. Even when I let my presence be known to him, Luke kept checking himself out in the mirror. He lifted up his shirt and exposed his chiseled body. I walked in and stood behind him, throwing my arms around him in an embrace. I removed his shirt, and as his sculpted abs and chest were on full display, he flexed for me. I let my hands roam over him briefly before I leaned my face into his and planted a kiss on his lips. He slipped me his tongue, and I returned mine in exchange. Our mouths wrestled for flavor. I removed his jeans, exposing his beautiful, thick legs. Left only in his patterned gray boxer briefs, he slipped out of them quickly and got on the bed. I removed my own shirt and joined him, giving him another kiss before heading down to his boy hole and planting a kiss there too. He let out a moan—the kind of pleasured moan that made me weak—the instant my mouth made contact with his t-dick. I let my tongue work all over, around, and inside him. His moans increased in both volume and quantity, in time with sheet-clutching contortions. He was assertive in letting me know what felt good—I was so proud at how well my boy knew his body. I slipped a finger inside him. He was all wet. Luke unbuttoned my jeans and freed my hard, aching cock from the confines of my underwear. I worked my digits in and out of his front hole. He grabbed my meat and tugged on it; there was no ambiguity in his wants. I went back down to taste his t-dick, and his bonus hole. His moans reached a loud, demanding crescendo. He wanted me, needed me back inside him. Even though teasing him was fun, I was just as eager to get back in there. He moved around me and took off my pants. He brought his beautiful face to my rigid meat and wrapped his sexy mouth around my cock, swallowing it whole. I brought my hand to his wet opening and worked inside him. Fingering him like this made his gagging, sucking motions all the more eager. He pulled his mouth off my cock with a loud slurp. He rose, kissed me one more time, then finally straddled me. My cock slid into his well opened wetness. Somehow, his bonus hole felt better and better with each time I was inside him; it was a gift I never tired of. As I looked up at his face, he even seemed to be getting more handsome. I knew nothing had actually changed, but figuratively, his confidence and excitement molded his sweaty face beautifully. I could have shot right there just from looking at him. After he rode me for a bit, I had Luke get on his back. I could feel my balls tighten up as I alternated my gaze from watching my cock slide in and out of him to the sheer ecstasy on his panting face. Before I knew it, I had reached the hilt. I tried to keep going but it was all too much: his beauty, his warmth, the taboo intimacy of being inside my trans step-son. We locked eyes. I felt my seed rush out of my cock, filling him up. It was as if my whole spirit released into him. I collapsed onto him, giving him one final kiss as the piston of my hips slowed. I don’t know what I had done to deserve such a good, fortunate son, but I was thankful. Sweaty, weak in between the grasp of his legs, but thankful. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/here-for-you-the-hudson-family-tape-4.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0007/0.jpg Here For You | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 4 One day I was hanging out with my boyfriend, Danny. We had been dating for a little while, but hadn’t done much together yet. We were laying on the bed; for some reason, neither of us were willing to make the first move. The mere thought of him touching me with any sort of intimacy flooded my mind. He was so cute! It didn’t help that ever since I started playing with my dad and grandpa, the want-and-need for cock was far more intense than normal teenage hormones would normally induce. I had picked up a lot of tricks from my family—I wanted to show Danny everything I had learned. We laid there, talking, cuddling, but scared. Little did I know that there was about to be another layer added to the whole thing; Dad knocked on the door. He must have been lurking outside. He came in, saw us fumbling awkwardly with each other, and made it known that we should indeed act on our desires. Dad was a little blunt. He straight-up told Danny that he knew we were together. It embarrassed me momentarily, but that all melted away when Dad approached the bedside. He asked the two of us to kiss, which immediately sent what felt like a little pleasant electric shock through me and into Danny. It was as if he knew how nervous Danny was, and wanted to make sure his first time with me was an unforgettable one. Dad climbed in and while his hands roamed all over Danny he snuck in a kiss of his own with me. Danny looked bewildered, but not unaroused. I wondered briefly what Danny might be thinking of my abnormal bond with my dad, but he wasn’t scared. In fact, I’m pretty sure he was turned on by the entire idea just as much as I am. Dad looked on excitedly and told us to remove our shirts, to which we both immediately complied. If the kiss hadn’t already sent us over the edge, taking naughty orders from an older man certainly did. Dad had us take off our pants next and he stuck a hand down both of our briefs. He felt my wetness and the stiffness of my boyfriend. Danny and I must’ve passed some kind of test, judging by Dad’s facial expression. If Dad was uneasy about giving my hole up to a boy before, that all seemed to have evaporated once he found out what Danny was packing. Dad had me remove my red briefs and show off my wet mound to Danny. He presented it in a teacherly manner, instructing Danny not only to come eat me out, but how. Danny’s mouth watered as he watched my father present my bonus hole to him. Danny dove in, excitedly. I, in turn, couldn’t help but moan as he slid his tongue into me; watching his face between my legs was absolutely amazing. Prior to that some part of me worried if I ever would see Danny down there. Turned out, he just needed a little fatherly guidance. Dad put his hand on the back of Danny’s head as my boyfriend lapped at my bonus hole. He removed Danny’s white briefs, exposing Danny’s smooth bubble butt. Danny didn’t flinch as my Dad placed his own face between my boyfriend’s cheeks and slid his tongue into the hole, making Danny moan just as loudly as I did. We were all connected then—rimming and thirsting for each other. After opening up Danny’s hole with his tongue my dad removed his own pants and instructed Danny to get on his knees. Now Danny was on all-fours, his face and mouth still attached to my wet hole with passion. Dad brought his big, stiff meat up to Danny’s slicked-up hole and, using just a bit more spit, popped his cock head inside Danny’s hungry chute. As Dad pounded my boyfriend, I slid down a bit and positioned myself in order to let Danny slide his own cock inside my hungry boy pussy. The three of us fucked this way for a while, time becoming meaningless. Eventually, my dad made Danny lay on his back so that I’d sit on Danny’s cock and ride it. As I rode Danny, Dad brought his own cock to my hole and slid it in. Being stuffed by two cocks, my Dad’s and boyfriend’s, at the same time, lit my eyes and mind on fire. When the three of us separated, I was panting, gasping, barely able to see straight after how I’d been stretched. Danny watched on as Dad fucked his load into me. After Dad finished pumping me full of our family seed, he instructed Danny to do the same, and Danny happily came and slid back inside me to pump a second load into my cum-filled hole. I think Danny’s gonna fit into the Hudson family just fine. It seems like Dad feels the same way. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/no-substitute-the-wheeler-family-tape-3.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0006/0.jpg No Substitute | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 3 My step dad and I didn’t say much on the ride home. Once we left Uncle Mason’s place, I was surprised how quickly we fell back into our usual routine. Jonah had always been very friendly and familiar, treating me like his son from day one. So it was not unusual for our conversation to lead to things like school, work, and upcoming obligations. We’d just never talked that like with his brother’s cum still inside me. I knew we weren’t going to have much chance to talk about it once we got home, but I never really managed to bring it up. I didn’t want to make things weird or make him feel uncomfortable. And I didn’t want him to feel like we couldn’t still be father and son. I just… I couldn’t help but remember how his cock tasted and how he felt just before he came on my stomach. And I wanted more. Much more… It took about a week before we were in the house alone. Mom had gone to visit some friends for the day leaving my step dad and I alone. I was doing some laundry when I saw his bedroom door was partially closed. I peaked in to see he was home and I saw him lying in bed, jerking off of. He was in nothing but his white briefs, stroking his cock and running his fingers through his thick, dark bush. Instinctively, I stepped away, wanting to give him privacy. All the while, I kept thinking about what we did. I know why we haven’t done anything or even said anything since, what with mom being around. But now… with him all alone and stroking himself… I wondered… does he want me? Can we do this? And if so, would he ask for it? The more I thought about it, the more I realized the answer. Jonah’s biggest fault is also his most redeeming quality… he’s a nice guy. He doesn’t want to ever push or coerce. He never even really came down on me for blowing off curfew or missing homework. He just wanted to get along and be a good dad. From my room, I called out, “Dad, are you here?” I waited to see how he’d respond. I expected him to sound flustered, quickly zip up his pants, and tell me to give him a minute. Instead, he responded, “I’m in here.” There was playfulness to his tone that made my heart start beating. I knew what he was doing; he was inviting me in. Mission accomplished. I slowly pushed open the door and saw his giant, thick cock standing upright while he sat back in bed. He gave me a look that was very different than I was used to. A look I hadn’t seen in a week. Not since the two of us were naked with Uncle Mason. He kept stroking himself, slowly, never taking his gaze off of me. He asked what was on my mind, and I told him the truth. I told him that I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did. He smiled, still stroking his dick, and replied, “Me, too.” I took off my shirt and got into bed with him. It was the first time I’d ever been like this with him. Even when I was at Uncle Mason’s, it was not exactly planned. And then, we were somewhere else… not our home. But this was our home. His bed. My step dad and I. And we were all alone. He leaned in and gave me a careful kiss. I could tell he wanted to go slow, following my lead. The nice guy in him. He didn’t want to push. But I wasn’t a little boy. And I knew what I wanted. I put my hand on his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in my grip. Little strings of precum landed on my knuckles and smoothed my strokes even more. Jonah seemed to like it. He responded by putting his hand in my crotch, beneath my underwear and feeling my t-dick. I was as hard as him, but he clearly had the inches. We laid in bed, playing with each other, being sweet and gentle, until he let me lean over and swallow his cock. God, I loved that taste. I didn’t get much of it before, but now, it was all mine to focus on. I took him down my throat and let his balls touch my lips. I watched them bounce with delight at the sensation. I knew from watching that he enjoyed a good cock throating, and I wanted to make him proud. As I sheathed him with my mouth, he played with my hole, feeling me become more and more ready for him to slide in. Jonah put me on all fours so I could keep sucking him while he mouthed my genitals. His tongue, lips, and mustache played a wild game, teasing and tickling me as he spread me open and moved further and further inside. I could have cum just from that, but I focused all my energy on his manhood. A part of me wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste his load and feel him filling my face. But before I knew it, he was up and behind me, cock pointed right at my entrance. I gripped the edge of the bed, feeling the familiar bedding and looking out at the familiar space. It was always my parents’ room, a private space that was not for me. Now, as Jonah slowly pushed his cock into me, this was our space. Forever, I’d look at this room and think about Jonah fucking me. And that made it all the hotter. To my surprise, mild-mannered Jonah pinned me down and began to pound me hard. Harder and deeper than I imagined. All while also holding me close. I could tell that he loved how I felt, and loved knowing that I was all for him. I saw a side of him that I hadn’t even seen when he fucked me with Mason. This was his true, uncensored sexual self. And it was powerful and primal. Who knew he had it in him? I began to play with myself as he pounded on. He put me on my back so he could watch. As the head of his cock moved in and out of my hole, I played with my t-dick, gripping him tightly. I wanted to milk him. I wanted to make him cum. And as his breathing intensified, I knew it was coming. “You’re my boy,” he said as his hips quaked and I felt the flood of fluid fill my sex. It was a warm, intense feeling that seemed to never stop. My only regret was that I couldn’t see how much he’d cum, otherwise it was the hottest sex I’d ever had! He collapsed over me, trying to catch his breath, and I couldn’t help but think about the next time. Now I know, if I want him to fuck me, I just need to ask… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/special-bond-the-hudson-family-tape-3.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0005/0.jpg Special Bond | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 3 Just before dreams could take me, I heard my phone buzz. I had been asleep, but only for a few minutes. I put my large glasses on and blinked through bleary eyes. A message had come through; it was from my son, Luke, just on the other side of the house. As I trudged through the darkened hallways, I could only think of how Luke, Dale (his grandfather), and I had recently spent a forbidden night with each other. Luke never seemed bothered by it, but I, natural worry-wart that I am, spent every moment dreading the life-long impact it could have on Luke. I feared I saw signs of regret in my son's eyes when he came home. But how could I know for sure? I am the type of man that projects and frets. It turned out, Luke had the answer to that question; Unbeknownst to me, he had been making a plan. Luke laid in his bed, shirtless, swaddled under his heavy blanket as he tapped idly at his phone screen. He had grown handsome and scruffy, his wide eyes unburdened by troubles—a stark contrast to earlier in his life, before his transition, when they lidded heavily at all times. I asked him what was wrong; he had not messaged me like this before, much less while we were in the same house. There was certainly a different energy about him. So I decided to be straight forward. "You can be honest with me. You don't have to just tell me what I want to hear." I wanted to be there for him and whatever he needed, but it had to be on his terms. There was nothing about what we did together that I was ashamed about—the more shameful thing, I thought, would be to do anything that would make my son uncomfortable. Luke's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition; I refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his life. "Yeah?" he said, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "Yeah." "Well, do you want to get in bed with me?" Clearly, Luke knew what he wanted. Dale, my father, when he talked about things like this, would talk about how our family was like a tree, and we had this attraction to each other because we were all branches of the same tree and we had each other's interests in mind. Luke, and Dale, both were just so confident. They just knew what they wanted. I rarely found myself in possession of such certainty. But as he made room in the bed for me, looking at me with eager eyes, I found it. I found certainty. I wanted to be what Luke needed me to be; in bed, out of bed, anywhere. As I climbed in, he allowed no ambiguity—he wanted me physically. My son buried his face into my pecs, nuzzling through my chest hair. I caressed his cheek, pulled his head close to mine, and kissed him, running my fingers through his hair. He paid special attention to my nipples, lapping and suckling them while looking up at me with the cutest, most enraptured expression. Perhaps this was just one of the things he loved about men—considering that both his grandfather and I were larger men, well-formed by labor and years, we certainly had plenty of hairy chests for Luke to bury himself in. I flipped Luke over, letting my large body cover him. I dipped my fingers over his boxers, feeling the bump of his t-dick, and stroked it through the fabric. We traded hot breath and hotter kisses. I spread his legs, my fingers pressing and rubbing along his bonus hole, while kissing him so hard that I bore him down into the mattress. Neither of us cared for the extra layers between us. I pulled his boxers off, then mine. One of the enduring memories I had of our night with his granddad was when I was able to taste Luke's bonus hole—a marvelous delicacy of sensation: rich and tangy. I did not want to wait any longer. I dove in. I ate out Luke's hole like it was the last source of liquid I'd ever find. It didn't need to be, though—it was water, life itself to me. When the taste of Luke was all I knew, I took his legs and spread them wide. He arched his back, pushing his ass up into the air, and I grabbed my cock and slid it into him. I fucked him slow and gentle at first, easing my thick length into him. I kissed his toes and the soles of his foot; his light giggles of surprise and arousal excited me further. Luke writhed beneath me. His fingers found mine and we locked hands. I folded Luke up, then fucked him from behind. We twisted in the sheets for an amount of time that could not be measured, lost in each other as we were. When I finally came, it was as if we were reborn. We lay together on the bed, sweaty and sticky, kissing and cuddling, our relationship deeper, more complicated, more beautiful than before. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/bringing-in-dad-the-wheeler-family-tape-2.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0004/0.jpg Bringing In Dad | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 2 It’s hard to feel bad about what I did with Luke. I know I should, but seeing his face after we fucked was a thing of beauty. He was beaming. Unashamed. Almost pleading for more. If I had it in me, I would have given it to him. Still, I made it clear to him that he couldn’t tell anyone about what happened. Not because I felt guilty, but because they wouldn’t understand. I know that from personal experience. Luke’s stepdad, my brother Jonah, and I have a very close relationship. We always have. He’s barely two years older than I am, so I hardly remember a time when he wasn’t there with me. Granted, when I was very little, the differences between us were stark. But by the time we hit puberty, it felt like we went through everything together. We shared a room up until high school, so it was inevitable that we were going to see each other naked… even see each other jerk off. The first few times we pretended like we didn’t know what the other was doing. But in short order, we were fooling around in the privacy of our room. Eventually we had our own beds, but that didn’t stop us from sneaking into each other’s rooms whenever one of us was too horny to just jack it and crash. Obviously, a lot’s changed since then. Jonah’s gotten married, Luke came into his life, and I’ve been carrying on with a few relationships here and there. Still, whenever we are alone and have the urge, it’s like we’re kids again. When Jonah came by to collect Luke, we had a rare moment when it was just the two of us. Luke was still asleep upstairs, likely hours from coming down. After Jonah and I ran out of small talk, we found each other looking deep into the other’s eyes. It was magnetic. Without speaking, we both found ourselves drawn to each other, wanting desperately to be closer. It started first when Jonah put his hand on my leg. This was how it always started; an innocent enough gesture that no one would think twice about if they came in the room. It was his first move and a subtle indication of what he wanted. As I would normally do, I moved a little closer to him on the couch. Not so much that it would cause a stir, but just enough to show my interest in return. Neither one of us ever actually said “Let’s fuck,” but this brotherly ritual was one we knew well. I leaned in a little more and gave him a kiss. His mustache against my beard was a new development since the last time we had played, but neither of us seemed to mind. I took off my shirt and let him feel up my hairy chest. He closed his eyes as he ran his hand in my shorts, feeling the warmth of my crotch before he touched my cock. I wondered, for a man like him, married with children, how long had it been since he’d been with a man. Not just me, but any man. His breathy, focused demeanor seemed desperate for a taste. It was only the night before when Luke was desperate for the same thing. As Jonah took off his shorts and fell to his knees, I did my best to keep my ears attuned to any sounds in the house. Luke was upstairs, but it was only a matter of time before he woke up. I knew I could throw on my clothes if I had to… but I wondered… do I have to? Jonah worshiped my cock, sucking it down to the balls and inhaling my scent… unaware that some of Luke might have still been on the hairs of my pubes. The thought made me even harder, thinking about my hot nephew and his stepdad. I wondered what they would say if they knew about the other? Jonah could be tricky, given that he’s now a dad. But between my legs, fellating me, he was just simply my brother, the brother I had always known. I must have lost track of the time or simply couldn’t hear the creaky floor boards over Jonah’s hungry savoring of my meat. I looked up from the dark head of hair between my legs and saw Luke, standing there, watching. We made eye contact. My eyebrows shot up, feeling caught. I didn’t know what to do. It was like my perverted imagination made this happen. I wanted to shoot up in shock, but I was weak from Jonah’s expert cock sucking. I stayed silent, studying Luke’s face, looking for a sign from him. To my pleasant surprise, Luke just watched. He seemed fascinated by seeing his stepdad on his knees, sucking down my dick. He probably never thought about what his stepdad’s sex life was like, let alone that it might involve guys… including myself. Luke’s beautiful face didn’t turn away. He seemed fixated. I couldn’t help but stay rock-hard, enjoying the soft, wet motions of my brother’s lips on my shaft. I didn’t want to upset Jonah, but I had to tell him. “Looks like we’re not alone.” Jonah shot up off my cock and turned his head around. His mouth dropped open, drooling still from being full of my meat. He didn’t know what would happen, but luckily, Luke tried to put him at ease. “It’s okay, Dad…” Luke bravely stepped forward and moved himself between my legs. Jonah, still in some shock, moved to the side and watched in awe as Luke began to kiss up my thighs and pick up where Jonah had left off. Jonah couldn’t believe it, but he was still hungry for me. I could see it in his eyes. I gave him a nod and he made his way back in. Both Jonah and Luke seemed to take turns slobbering over my tool, occasionally pressing their lips together as they each tried to keep me hard and pleased. I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Before I knew it, we were all stripped naked, taking turns sucking cock: first mine, then Jonah’s. Jonah let out a deep, guttural moan as Luke expertly swallowed him. A look of pride shot over his face. He seemed surprised that Luke was capable of taking dick down like that. Jonah leaned back on the couch and I put my arm around him. It was like we were kids again, having fun on the couch with our parents gone. But this time, we had a sexy boy bobbing up and down on our cocks, his first, then mine, making our eyes roll back into our heads and edging closer to climax. I knew I had to have Luke again. Really have him. I couldn’t cum in his mouth; I needed to breed his boy pussy. I wondered how Jonah would feel about that? Before I could say anything, Jonah began encouraging Luke to suck my dick deeper! I guess he knows what I like. Luke stood up and got on the couch. He splayed his legs apart, inviting me to taste him. I lapped at his sex, ready to get inside. I kept going, waiting for Jonah to stop me. But instead, he just put his arm around Luke and watched as my cock slid inside his wet, warm hole. Luke moaned and Jonah’s eyes came alive. Seeing me fuck his boy was clearly activating some deep desire within himself. I hoped he would take a turn and try his boy out, but for now, he seemed perfectly content with watching me go to town. Maybe it was still a little new and strange for him, given that Luke was like his son. But he relished seeing me move in and out of him with ease. Then the moment came. Jonah couldn’t resist the urge. Seeing me enjoy his boy was too much to stay passive. We’d always enjoyed sharing our toys and fun in the past, and this moment seemed to be similar. I pulled out of Luke, my cock covered in his slick, and Jonah moved up behind and took my place. I leaned in and gave Luke a kiss, still feeling my cock pulse from the pleasure he gave. And as we were in our embrace, Jonah broke through into Luke’s hole, fully experiencing the handsome young man he was helping to raise. Jonah’s hips moved like ocean waves; Steady, smooth motions that were hypnotic to watch. He trembled as he tried to restrain his desire to fuck harder, as if trying not to hurt Luke. But I knew what he could take. And I knew what he wanted. Luke liked it deep. He liked it hard. And he wanted a warm, hot daddy load inside him. I knew if Jonah didn’t fill him up, I would happily step up… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/like-father-like-son-the-hudson-family-tape-2.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0003/0.jpg Like Father, Like Son | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 2 Joel wasn't prepared to have this conversation, and really, who could blame him? I knew I'd fucked up. Fucking my grandson wasn't planned, and as the pillar of this family I should have turned Luke away when he approached me. But I didn't. I found him too attractive, too handsome, too fascinating. So, when Luke expressed interest in me, I let him explore on his terms. I let him give himself to me. I did it with an open heart, but I should've done something else, first: cleared this with his father/my son, Joel. I watched Joel's eyes search the floor for understanding, for meaning. He looked at me, but I couldn't meet his gaze. Not at first, at least. I'd been thinking about how I got here. How I let my desires lead me straight into a situation where I’d hurt my son. And as I followed that path of thought, I found what should've been the obvious truth—that this was not the first time the men of this family had found ourselves tangled in the roots of love. I sat down on the bed, gripped Joel's shoulder encouragingly, and whispered, "Do you remember our first time together?" I watched Joel's eyes light up. Memory took over. Joel and I had our own intimacy growing up. Our roots had tangled before. Perhaps that was just the fate of the men of our family, to find deeper joy in each other's bodies that society wouldn't, or couldn't, understand. Joel's voice was low, almost reverent, when he finally said that he remembered. Like he was speaking about something holy. He remembered it all, and it was one of the happiest days of his life. But was the same true for Luke? And even if it was, would it remain that way? Memories can change and twist into regrets. Luke's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition and Joel refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his son's life. The only way I could ease Joel's mind, I realized, was to show him how strong, confident, and sexy Luke really was. I called Luke in and had him sit next to his father. I explained to him that I told Joel what had happened between us. Luke looked between his father and I, his eyes wide not with fear, but with mild surprise. "Oh?" the boy said, unbothered. Such a simple response seemed to lift at least a small weight off Joel's shoulders, though complicated emotions still crawled along his brow. So, I pulled Luke up and held him in my arms. I pressed his back into my chest and locked eyes with Joel so that he could understand—this is what we can do. He, I, Luke, all the men of our family can do this. We are that strong, that connected, and that devoted to each other. I kissed Luke's neck. I rubbed his stomach, then his chest. I groped and massaged him as we made out. And I did all this in front of Joel. It was difficult for Luke to keep his cool as Joel stared at us. But I knew that he understood. His lips trembled, but his hips shifted, also. His overwhelmed emotions slowly gave way to arousal. I took charge and had Joel scoot to the head of the bed, then led Luke there by the hips. I pulled the boy's shirt over his head and his jeans down. Joel's conflicted expression gave way to whimpers and moans as I played with his son's nipples in front of him. Eventually, Joel had enough—he had to join in. If not for his arousal, then for his duty as a father to be there for his son's needs. Joel rose and kissed me, and as we pressed our thick, built bodies together, we felt Luke writhe between us. This was a new sensation for him, I had to imagine, being sandwiched between two guys who were not exactly straight, but who weren't exactly gay either. It was delicious. It was transcendent for all of us. Luke was grinding into our pelvises, and I let my hands roam down past the waistband of his underwear. Once we stripped Luke out of his clothes, I wondered if it was the first time Joel had seen his son's body after his transition. It must've been, because Joel practically fell face-first into Luke's bonus hole, like a starving man in front of a meal. He licked, and sucked, and dug his teeth into that sensitive spot. I watched my son's face contort as he lost himself in his son's flavor. Between us, we were three generations of lust, intertwined. I didn't want to say too much at that point, lest it interfere with their experience, so I kept silent. I held Luke, as if to support him, while Joel fished his own cock out of his slacks. Joel entered his boy with the ferocity of freedom he neither knew he wanted nor needed. I watched them fuck, both of them dripping with sweat. They ground against each other, Joel thrusting into Luke, Luke writhing in my lap in throes of forbidden ecstasy. The mania of their sexuality overcame me, too; I stripped out of my underwear and presented my own erection to my grandson's mouth. Luke took it quickly—lapping at the head at first, then opening wide and allowing it to enter his face completely. We, Joel and I, spit-roasted Luke between us. Luke held Joel's hands. I kissed Joel's mouth while fucking Luke's face. We were, in some way, a triangle, joined at impossible points of scandal. The next moments of our lives were a blur of emotion and hormones. Joel and I swapped places, taking turns on each of Luke's entrances. He shook and shuddered as he melted into us. After fucking Luke's mouth for several minutes, Joel wanted back in to Luke's bonus hole. We rotated again. He entered Luke; I could see the boy's hole stretching around the thick tip of his father’s dick then opening up wide to accommodate the rest of it. We fucked him for what seemed like ages, until the room was filled with Luke's moans and the sound of our flesh slapping together. In the near moments before his orgasm, Joel's red face brimmed with intensity. Years of need streamed down his face in the form of tears. His hips pounded faster and faster. He cried out and pulled out, and a river of his seed spilled out of Luke's hole. I pulled out and leaned back on the bed, watching my son Joel fall back into Luke's extra entrance. Joel lapped his own seed up from Luke, as if the product of this orgasm was so sacred, so special that he couldn't let a drop go to waste. Eventually, we grew exhausted. We slipped out of our respective holes and collapsed onto the sheets of the bed, panting. I don't know what will become of this family, truthfully. No man can see the future. All I know is that I love my son, Joel, and I'm sure he loves me. As for Luke... I hope he knows, deep down, that no matter what happens, we'll always be there for him. In whatever way he needs. No one got up from the bed, though. No one ran. No one was eager to let the moment leave. That, alone, made me think that we would make it through this complicated attraction. Somehow. 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/uncle-masons-bed-the-wheeler-family-tape-1.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0002/0.jpg Uncle Mason’s Bed | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 1 Luke’s not had it easy. All his life my nephew’s had to deal with challenges that were never his fault. I’ve always been in his corner. As the youngest of my siblings, I had a better appreciation for what he was going through than some of the other members of the family. And when my sister, his mom, divorced, I made a point to stick up for the little guy. As the years passed on, things got a lot better. Luke grew into a chill, handsome young man, even someone I found a friendship with. I can tell he likes spending time with me—he’d share his interests, his laughter, his concerns without any worry. Sometimes… I wondered if he had a little bit of a crush on me. I didn’t mind. I kind of liked the attention; it made me feel like “the cool uncle.” Lately he’d been spending a lot of time bouncing between houses. His birth dad, Joel, had been busy traveling and his mom had been spending more and more time working night shifts. Luke can absolutely take care of himself, but his parents would prefer if he stayed with someone who can look out for him when things got busy. When Luke arrived, we had a relaxing night of playing video games, laughing, and eating pizza until we nearly passed out. He was only going to be here a couple days, so I might have gone a little overboard with the fun—and calories. I guess I was still trying to be the cool uncle. I made up the guest room for him and we settled into the night. Back in my own bedroom, as I was scrolling through my phone before sleep, Luke knocked on the door. “Hey,” Luke said, wearing just a white t-shirt and some underwear. “I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?” When Luke was little he would, on occasion, sleep with me. He was like a little puppy who would nuzzle into my chest and purr through the night. It felt great to be able to give him that kind of support and affection. He was much older now, so I wasn’t quite so sure. But then I remembered all the times my buddies complained about the mattress of the guest bed. It’d be dishonest if I didn’t mention how even they had to share my bed a few times. So, I let him in. I thought nothing more of it as I turned off the lights and hugged my pillow. I don’t know how much time passed, but when I was half awake, I felt Luke’s soft hands move over my body. It was a warm night, growing warmer as he traced fingertips through the hair on my stomach and chest. I could hardly think straight as he spooned me closer. It felt better than I would have imagined, had I ever imagined it. It had been some time since I had this kind of closeness, and in my twilight state, I forgot all about the fact that Luke was actually family! So much so that I found myself guiding his hand lower and lower. Before I knew it, I was rock-hard. Wakefulness grabbed me from my light sleep as my nephew groped my throbbing member. I didn’t want to stop, but I had to be the adult. I turned around and whispered, “We can’t do this…” It was almost more of a plea than a reprimand. Luke looked me in the eyes and I found myself struck. He was so handsome, but also very much like a puppy again. When he said he wouldn’t say anything to anyone, I found myself completely overwhelmed. I turned the light on, half expecting it to douse my feelings. But all it did was make me more hungry to feel my nephew’s lips on mine. I brought him in for a kiss. His hands worked up toward my cock. He snuck his fingers inside my boxers until he found the rigidity of my shaft. I couldn’t help but run my hand down low, feeling an entrancing heat in his pussy. It didn’t take long for Luke to pull off my underwear and his, leaving him completely bare: skin to skin, uncle to nephew. He wasted no time in throwing his mouth on my cock, a sensation that almost had me blast right then and there. It felt so good, and frankly, he knew exactly what he was doing. I wanted to ask about how he became such a good cocksucker, but I know how I was at his age. I just wish I’d had a sexy, cool uncle to fool around with. As Luke swallowed my dick, I spread his legs apart to feel his soft, wet pussy. I’d never been with a trans man before, and I hadn’t given much thought to Luke’s privates before now. His warm, welcoming hole and his hard t-dick between his masculine thighs drove a certain craziness into me. I’ve been with dudes before and I’ve been with women. But Luke… he was like a hot, skilled unicorn, one that made my balls ache to release. I put him on his back and lapped at his pussy. Every time I looked up, Luke shot a satisfied, half-lidded glance at me. He moaned and spread himself open, desperate for me to stay inside him and work his body’s pleasure center. My beard brushed up against his soft fur, sparking hot friction between us. He tasted incredible, but what really sent me off was when he spread his legs apart, as if inviting me to enter him with my cock. I paused. It was the first time since I’d turned on the light that I found myself reconsidering the situation. I knew it wasn’t exactly right to devour my nephew’s pussy, but something about the idea of fucking him seemed like a real departure from just fooling around. I knew nothing would ever be the same between us. He’d see me differently. I’d see him differently. He trusted me so much, I didn’t want to violate that in any way. I asked him, breathlessly, “Are you sure?” I looked him in the eyes, trying to determine his state of mind. We all get horny and do dumb things. I didn’t want to be one of them for him. But the way he nodded and said yes made it seem so effortless. It was like he’d thought about it before—this moment wasn’t planned, but I could tell he wanted it and had wanted it a long time. I guess I had been right; he did have a bit of a crush on me all these years. As I moved myself up in bed, positioning myself between his legs and pointing my leaking, throbbing cock toward his pussy, I knew I was reaching the point of no return. I questioned if I was brave enough to go through with it, but then my love for Luke just completely took over. With a gentle push, I was inside him, enveloped in his tight warmth. He gripped me from inside as if he was holding me in place. Yet I still managed to thrust back and forth and feel an intense pleasure that I couldn’t contain. Luke rubbed his t-dick, getting it harder and bigger as I worked myself closer to climax. I held off as long as I could, enamored with how he looked at the end of my cock and how his moans filled my bedroom. He made an unexpected motion; he reached for my underwear and gave it a sniff. I nearly lost it. He wanted me. He worshipped me. And he had me deep inside his body. All it took was a few more pumps and I recklessly spilled my load into his pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head and I almost caught myself feeling regret. But Luke just cried out, “I want it! I want it!” That’s all I needed to hear… 2024-07-22 0.8000 https://transcest.com/videos/caught-in-the-act-the-hudson-family-tape-1.html https://cdn.ftmplus.com/content/tct0001/0.jpg Caught in the Act | THE HUDSON FAMILY | Tape 1 I'm Dale, but lately I just go by “grandpa.” Not something I ever imagined I’d get used to, but it suits me. I don't consider myself a complex man. I have my own home, a tank full of gas, and a decent job. I'm in the best shape of my life, despite what the lack of color in my hair might try to convince you. Every day I wake up and think about how I've helped grow my family tree with the birth of my beautiful son, Joel. And he grew up, like a strong branch, creating his own family. They are extensions of me, a representation of what I was able to give to the world with my body, strength, and leadership as a father. Take, for example, my grandson, Luke. Luke's been through a lot. Emotional and physical transitions have shaped him in his own way, in a way that makes him comfortable with himself in spite of the cards handed to him by the world. And while I won't pretend that the era I grew up in exactly prepared me for perfect understanding, I know trees. I know what keeps branches alive. It's nourishment; give a tree the water it needs and it'll outlive any creature burdened by lesser things. I love my son, Joel. I love my grandson, Luke. I find ways, every day, to give them what they need to grow. Now I've just spent the past few minutes telling you how strong I, and the people I brought into this world, are, and how proud I am of the whole line I'm a part of. But strength also comes from acknowledging your faults, and just so that you don't think I'm some stone-faced sod that takes himself too seriously, I need to tell you about those, too. I've kept my body real powerful. I can out bench press 95% of you young whipper-snappers reading this. But I can't read a phone screen. I avoid self check-out lines. I didn't know how to connect to the internet back when computers screamed when you turned them on, and I haven't gotten any better even though the technology has. And I have needs like everyone else. These days, everyone uses these tiny phones and you're supposed to pinch the screen to read any of the words. I don't have time for that when I'm horny. I bought a big screen TV and when a man has something big, he's going to use it, right? Luke, Joel's trans son, was staying over at my place while Joel went away on a work trip. I had assumed, after a brief check of the house, that Luke was out for the evening. I figured, if I have the place to myself, I should use it, right? I put some porn on the big screen, laid back, and set myself up for a wonderful solo evening in my living room. I had no idea that there was another pair of eyes watching me… So there I am, dick in my hand. My eyes drift from the big screen, across the room, and into the large, transfixed eyes of my grandson, Luke. There are a few thoughts that hit me simultaneously. First, embarrassment. Maybe those tiny phone screens are good for something, after all. Second, surprise. I'm looking at my gorgeous grandson with my dick out and I realize how handsome he is, and how much he looked like my son—his father Joel. And then, a third thought and a realization; he's not looking at the big screen. He's looking at me. As if he suddenly became aware of my own stare, Luke bit his lip, pulled back, and retreated down the hallway. I heard the door close behind him. I turned off the TV and waited for a long moment, wondering how I could possibly apologize to Luke, or if I should even bring this up to him. So, the next morning, I knocked on Luke's door and went in. He was reading on the guest room bed—his handsome, scruffy face giving no hint of bother or concern from the previous night's events. Well! That makes things easier. Carefully, I apologized, and told him that he shouldn't have to worry about wandering in on that. He shouldn't have to have seen his grandad doing that. I could have done it in my room, or made sure he wasn't home, or– Then Luke said he didn't mind any of that. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond, but for some reason my curiosity overpowered my common sense. I couldn't help but ask if he wanted to see me do anything else. But it was Luke that pushed forward, saying he liked what he saw. And I think, at that moment, there was no other choice for either of us. Knowing he saw me in an aroused and near-orgasmic state changed how I saw him. He was no longer my son’s boy. He was a young man of his own. And a sexy one at that. I laid down on the bed next to him, running my large hands along his slight body. His was toned and athletic, but considerably smaller than mine, which was well-stocked by the years. Luke kissed me, and I returned it. My grandson’s lips were soft and sweet, and his stubble against mine was electric. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, until his eager hands attacked the zipper of my jeans. Luke had my big cock in his mouth with a confident speed I was unprepared for. I knew he had a boyfriend, but I had no idea I'd find out first-hand how well-practiced my grandson was with blowjobs. Luke's wet technique and swirling tongue left me cross-eyed, raggedy, and wild for more. So now it was me, hands frenzied, who ripped away jeans. It was my first time seeing my trans grandson's bare loins; I saw, for the first time, his t-dick nestled among the fur of his groin and above his bonus hole. It was like opening a surprise present and finding something you never knew you needed under the paper. I buried my face between Luke's legs, kissing his inner thighs, lapping up his juices. I took in the scent of his sex. We, after that, became a blur of flesh. I cannot speak for him, but I know that I was insatiable for him; my limbs moving with a sort of possession from one position to the next. I remember how he twitched and gasped at my touch. The feel of Luke's firm muscles beneath my palms was intoxicating, and second only to the warmth of my cock inside of his extra entrance. Yeah. I took him. I banged my grandson silly. And he loved every minute of it. I was getting lost in the heat of our skin, the smell of sweat and arousal, and the taste of his tight ass. Luke didn't complain once—and in fact, at one point, rode me, bouncing his compact body up and down in my lap. When I was near my edge, I thought about how much of a shame it was that this happened at the end of Luke's stay with me. Since Luke's dad was away, arrangements had been made for him to be shuffled between my place and his uncle's. As the last gasp of my orgasm ground out my throat, I knew that this wouldn't be enough. I knew I would need to get closer still to Luke—to experience this ecstasy again. I knew this because I could tell he loved it, smiling and panting and glowing with sweat as he was. And I also knew this because I know how trees grow. I know how a family grows. 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