The love story of Asher James and Reese Rideout continues on Transcest with tape 3, Taking A Break. In fact, they never rest for a moment.
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.
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