Mr. Steele's son Atlas had shared semi-racy photos with a faculty member of the
law school that he attended. The youth's scandalous actions had broken the
school's Code of Conduct and had come to Mr. Steele's immediate attention. Naive
and inexperienced still in the adult world, Atlas did not seem to understand how
damaging a few racy photos could destroy not only the young man's own
reputation, but the reputation of his family name. Mr. Steele seethed with
disappointment. Atlas insisted that the photos were cute and fun, not XXX. Mr.
Steele demanded to see the photos as evidence of the boy's claims. Mr. Steele's
countenance went from curious to spellbound as he swiped through the album. He
eventually stopped on a photo of Atlas at the gym, flexing his toned chest and
arms for the camera. Atlas couldn't help but notice the growing, throbbing bulge
in his father's trousers… The soft-spoken trans cutie asked his father if he'd
like to see more- of his body. He casually stepped closer to where Mr. Steele
sat and raised his shirt up to allow the DILF access to his smooth skin and
washboard abs. Atlas unbuckled his belt and snapped the top button of his jeans
off. Mr. Steele tried to slow his son down, but his protests were weak and
powerless. With a steamy gaze and wanton eyes, Atlas very, very slowly unzipped
his jeans and stood even nearer to his father- who was tormented by the mixed
feelings of denial and desire. Mr. Steele wanted so badly to see that heavenly
boypussy, but he dared not even blink or else he might just wake up from this
dream. Then, Atlas leaned in for a kiss. Mr. Steele tried to say ‘no' but
neither he nor his son were buying it. Even in Mr. Steele's wildest dreams did
he ever imagine his son's tongue would enter his mouth and search for his own
tongue- and yet it was happening.
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