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 my step-son’s 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.
I let my tongue work all over, around, and inside him. 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…