Colby Tate Bottoms For Guy Spencer at Transcest

It’s time for a new story from Transcest and it features rising FTM star Colby Tate and Guy Spencer, who is about to fuck an FTM for the first time. As part of the Transcest concept, Colby Tate and Guy Spencer are a family, but they have absolutely no relationship in real life.

Colby’s lithe body crawls onto the bed, closing the distance between himself and Guy Spencer. The older man’s presence is a gravitational pull—muscular, bearded, and commanding. Colby leans into him, his hands drifting south to the bulge in Guy’s khakis, his voice a low plea: “One last time.” Guy’s hand presses the back of Colby’s head, firm but yielding. The unspoken agreement hangs in the air: one last session before decorum takes over.

Colby sinks to the bed’s edge, his gaze locked on Guy’s crotch as the bulge swells. His lips part, tongue sliding out to wet them before Guy’s cock breaches his mouth. Guy groans, his grip tightening, guiding Colby’s head in rough, shallow thrusts. It’s sloppy—spit dripping down Colby’s chin, his nose buried in Guy’s pubes—but the DILF doesn’t care. He wants more.

Guy shifts, pushing Colby onto his back, his hands parting the younger man’s cheeks. His tongue dives into Colby’s hole, wet and insistent, lapping at the tight ring until Colby’s moans fill the room. The sound is desperate, guttural—a teenager’s throaty cries as Guy’s tongue ravages him, preparing him for what’s next.

When Guy lines up his thick, veined cock, Colby’s breath hitches. There’s no pause, no warning—the head breaches him, stretching his hole wide, his t-dick bouncing as Guy drives deeper. Colby’s body arches, a scream muffled by his own fist as Guy’s hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt. The room reeks of sweat and precum, the bed creaking under their weight as Guy pounds him, his balls slapping Colby’s ass with every thrust.

Colby’s hands claw at Guy’s back, his body trembling between pleasure and the burn of the stretch. Guy doesn’t relent—his cock curves upward, dragging over Colby’s prostate, his movements relentless. The younger man’s cock leaks, neglected but throbbing, his orgasm building in his spine as Guy fucks him raw.

When Guy pulls out, Colby’s hole gapes, slick and red. He scrambles to his knees, jacking himself furiously as Guy’s cock jerks, a thick rope of cum splattering Colby’s cheek, his lips, his chest. Colby doesn’t stop—his own release erupts, cum streaking Guy’s abs as they collapse into the sweat-damp sheets.

No words. No apologies. Just the aftermath of a session that was never going to stay “one last time.”