This bond between Noah and I had become sacred. It was the catalyst that allowed me to start spending more time with my stepson. Sharing my home with him softened me in a way I had not anticipated. Our relationship became more than just two men rubbing their sticks together to see if the sparks ignited. (In layman’s terms, a strictly physical affair.) No, Noah had quickly become the most important person in my life and just the thought that he hadn’t always been around was truly unimaginable to me now. By now we’ve gotten so comfortable around each other that it didn’t take long before I felt him rest his head against my shoulder, blink those sparkly blue peepers back at me and melt all my worries away. The anticipation finally comes spilling over as I feel my younger partner’s cock at their absolute hardest and fully aroused, making me even more eager to wrap my lips around his member and prepare for pleasure. Except for maybe when that feeling is mutually shared, my larger frame crawled on top of the smaller lad to put us in a 69 position. Licking my stepson’s full balls while feeling him bob up and down on my shaft. My stepson found his way onto all fours and my thick sausage slid in between his cheeks like they were a smooth hot dog bun. My thick hardon did not hold back, and I fucked his whimpering body full force. Our bodies moved so closely and so intimately, that I reached out my big arms and roped as much of Noah inside of a tight embrace as I could with my cock still inside of him. I knew that we weren’t just having incredible sex anymore, but we were making love.