REESE RIDEOUT

"Porn legend Reese Rideout is tied to the cross and Killian Knox isn't letting his off the hook so easily. Killian immediately goes into an all out assault on Reese's incredible body and it doesn't take Reese any time at all to start laughing hysterically. His arms high above his head and nowhere to go, Reese can't help but curse and beg Killian to stop. But we don't think Killian will be stopping any time soon. He needs to get at those feet after all!"

"Killian Knox discovers that it's not too hard to seduce your trainer after all. He just made Reese Rideout feel special by having him put his feet up on his desk. When he offered to give Reese a foot massage the tired trainer couldn't say no. His size 11 feet were so sore and the attention on them felt so nice. Killian's mouth on Reese's feet felt even better! Reese was hooked from then on."

"Matty West is checking into his Miami motel, pulling down his pants, and breaking out his laptop to watch his all-time favorite Falcon Studios fuck -- Al Parker and Casey Donovan in 'The Other Side of Aspen'. Lying back as his hands go deep into his jockstrap, Matty begins to imagine himself in the scene. He envisions sucking down the big dick of his modern-day porn crush, Reese Rideout, after coming back from a sweaty run. As the vintage gay porn plays on Matty's computer, these filthy fantasies continue with Matty dreaming about 69ing Reese, having the star bareback his smooth hole, and eating up Reese's fresh cum."

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"Saying that my son Asher and I have developed an unorthodox relationship would be a massive understatement. Ever since we began to explore a sexual relationship, the line between it and my fatherly duties and responsibilities had become murky, particularly as my carnal desire for the boy became stronger and stronger. That's not to say that both of those sides can't coexist within me. But one certainly would hope that as a father, my paternal instincts would overpower my lust.

One night, I realized it was well past Asher's curfew. I sat alone in the dark, semi-frustrated, yet also appreciating the solitude. I couldn't help but fantasize about giving him a stern talking to that seamlessly led into laying him over my lap and spanking his bare ass. I wanted to let my fingers “accidentally” slide in between his legs and linger longer than they should. I went back and forth in my head with this. Do I put on my “dad pants” and give him an actual lecture? No spanking? Would he or would he not be turned on by it? How would I even discipline him if he enjoyed the discipline?

I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but suddenly I heard the door open. As the lights flicked on, Asher came in. He was surprised to see me up, and naturally asked what I was doing sitting there in the dark like a weirdo. I was being weird, wasn't I? Weirder even, the very second we made eye contact, I became completely disarmed.

Instead of a stern talking to, I instead started rambling about being worried about “other men” and what they would do with him. Which was mostly a lie, mostly. I am, in fact, worried about bad men coming in contact with my FTM son, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about other men having their way with him for me to see.

Worse though, I think Asher knew he wasn't ever really going to get into trouble not abiding by house rules. All he had to do was say “I love you, Dad” as he came in for an embrace, and any memory of punishing him vanished. His touch led into a kiss which sent my head spinning. Before I knew it, my pants had been unbuttoned and unzipped and I completely melted as I watched my cockhead pop into my boy's mouth and rest on his tongue.

He looked up at me as his head bobbed up and down. He let his tongue slide the length of my shaft, knowing I was completely at his mercy. He let me help him get undressed and I had him get on all-fours on the leather ottoman. The spanking fantasy rushed back into my head. But instead of turning those perky cheeks red with my big hands, I dove in face first to taste him. Every time I plunged into him it felt like the first time, yet always as forbidden and flavorful as the last. I let my big middle finger dip into his warm, wet hole as I let my tongue glide up and down his slit.

It wasn't long before I had him stand up against the railing of our stairs and I slid right up into him from behind. He was so warm, so inviting. He craned his head back as he cooed and moaned as I began to pump in and out of him, letting me kiss him as I did. Whether it was this position, or him riding me, or missionary—my personal favorite—my son looked sexy in all of them. If there's anything I could guarantee at this juncture in our relationship, it's that he'd always be ready to help me milk a load out of my cock with very little work. I shot all over his belly, realizing that it was I, perhaps, that needed to be punished. I was going to have to work at regaining my role as a serious parental figure… one that wasn't absolutely spellbound by my boy's bonus hole."

"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."

"My dad, Mr. Richards (Reese Rideout) gets so irked whenever he sees me on my phone late at night, browsing the sex apps for some fun.

The other night, though, my dad's jealous streak really came to a head. It was Saturday evening and my dad was busy getting ready to hit the clubs. I thought maybe we'd cuddle up on the couch and maybe mess around like we'd become accustomed to doing on the weekends together.

I was pretty darned horny, and since Dad looked like he was leaving, I pulled out my phone and thought about replying to a sexy DM I'd received earlier. It was from a really sexy, ripped DILF with a dick that went on for days.The dude was freakin' huge. Reminded me of my father, honestly.

Right at that moment, my dad strode into the living room and demanded to know what I was staring at so hard on my phone. Then he just reached out and snatched the phone from my hand!

Is it weird that I suddenly got kinda wet? When my dad saw the pic on my phone, he shot a hard look at me that was the absolute cutest. I took the opportunity to slide closer and reassured him that I personally thought he was much sexier and I would rather have his huge dick inside me, not the man on the phone screen.

And at that point, it was on. We forgot all about our evening plans and instead were all over each other. I can't remember how many times my dad made me orgasm that night. But for real, I had never cum so hard as when he simultaneously both ate and fingered my wet, tight boy hole..."

"You know, I'm glad dad's always been a hands-on teacher.

My dad is definitely what most people would call "classically handsome," even with an expression of stern concern. He has a great face, and definitely a great body. He's very muscular with massive arms; I would be lying if I said I didn't find him incredibly hot myself. He was, after all, my first impression of masculinity. He was what I thought men should be.

He asked me to come sit down next to him and, as I did so, I apologized for my tardiness. I was shocked when he abruptly asked me if I was having sex yet. He explained that my first time should be special, safe, and with someone I trusted and cared about. I don't know what came over me, but I responded with "So, like you?"

Dad let his big hands roam all over me, and I similarly squeezed his big biceps. Our faces inched closer and closer to one another. I felt the heat begin to rise between my legs. He must have felt as eager as I did because before I knew it, I felt his hand pull my face in from the back of my head to kiss me. The flood gates opened..."

"He revealed himself. Master Stone walked into the light, inspecting his new merchandise with a half smile. He looked his new boy up and down as he circled the stage. Milo (Milo Miles) looked nervous as the powerful man -wizened, gray, and strong- paced around him. But the hardness of the boy's cock never waned. His new owner began to undress as Milo looked up at him; their eyes locked, and Milo quivered in Master Stone's gaze.

Master Stone unbuttoned and slid out of his shirt, then drew Milo close to his broad chest. He pushed the boy's face against the rough hairs on his sturdy body. Master Stone's beefy physique glowed in the light along with Milo's - beautiful silhouettes that glorify their size difference.

It quickly became clear that it had been holding back a monster. Milo could almost see his new owner's cock throbbing, trying to rip through the fabric for release. Master Stone turned Milo around to get a better view of the ass he was going to release himself into, rubbing his cotton-restrained cock against Milo's perfectly groomed hole, just to give the Boy an idea of what he was up against.

The moment Master Stone had purchased had finally come. He peeled off his underwear to reveal his massive, throbbing cock. Milo's expression, wide-eyed and blissful, said far more about his pleasure at the sight than words could have..."

"As Master Reese brings the boy Milo (Milo Miles) in for his grooming, it's clear to him that the boy is meek, yet obedient. Dressed in a black suit of masculine proportion, Master Reese looks like his world and the world of Milo would never cross. Reese is tall, well built, and prepared for professionalism. Milo, quivering under Reese's gaze, seems aware of this too—in his tight t-shirt and jeans, he feels, comparatively, naked.

But of course, he could lose those clothes, too. Master Reese give's Milo's left nipple a light pinch, which elicits a moan from the latino twink. The crisp-suited man runs his hands all over the boy's body as young Milo trembles under the kneading grip. The Master's hands stop at Milo's crotch, where the boy's excitement is very obvious.

The older man begins to undress the boy. He makes him remove his jean jacket and tight shirt, then lets his hands roam all over the young body. He sniffs the boy's scent; he's clean, a hint of spicy after-shave and nervousness. Master Reese unbuttons the top of Milo's jeans and instructs him to sit on his knees. He walks Milo through a series of instructions, which the boy is more than ready to obey: Milo removes his jeans, and then his socks. Master Reese pulls the boy's briefs down partially, revealing the boy's taut ass.

Master Reese rubs the boy's tight hole with his thumb. Milo whimpers as his Master circles the entrance with one hand and using the other to fish out Milo's cock. Master softly smacks the youngster's ball sac a few times, just enough of a shock to let him know where he is, and what his position will be in the Buyer's lounge. The man then rolls up his sleeves and instructs Milo to get back to his knees.

Master Reese drizzles oil on Milo's lithe body. He rubs the slickness into the young man's torso, and the slow knead makes Milo's big young cock bounce up and down. Reese notices this, and rewards the randy reaction with attention.

Reese's oil-slicked hands play with the boy's meat, which continues to pulse and jump at his touch. He strokes the boy's cock vigorously in his grip, his other hand tweaking the boy's nipple. After some time, he orders Milo to lay face down, ass up. It's a position he'd need to learn properly anyways, but Milo appears to naturally find it without much guidance.

Reese oils up Milo's tight hole and brings a glass toy up to the chute. At first, he teases the twink with it, rolling it around the ring, before letting the tip slowly slide inside. Milo's moans go up in volume in conjunction with the depths that Reese plunges the oil slicked toy into.

Master Reese flips the young man to his back. He undresses, dropping his expensive pants and his own briefs. He pulls out his own cock, unsurprisingly hard from enjoyment with what he's done to the boy that far. He pulls the glass toy out from the boy's hole and replaces it with his aching member.

Milo's moans reach a fever pitch. He strokes himself as Master Reese slides his in-and-out. But the hardon's not his to tend to—Reese grabs Milo's member from him, and strokes the boy's cock while he fucks the twink. The pleasure, the loss of control: it's all too much for Milo as he shoots his load all over his own belly. Master Reese admonishes him for not being able to restrain himself. But, nonetheless, he's impressed with Milo. He's beautiful and eager, and now, thanks to Master Reese's expertise, he's well-groomed for sale."