Tristan Hunter's tight, pale ass is a beacon, drawing Sean Duran's hungry gaze like a moth to a flame. The muscled stepfather, unable to resist any longer, corners Tristan, his voice low and commanding, "I need to taste your cock, boy." Tristan, already hard and leaking, pushes his hips forward, offering himself to Sean. The older man drops to his knees, his tongue snaking out to lick the pre-cum from Tristan's slit, before swallowing him whole. Tristan gasps, his hands fisting Sean's hair, guiding him to take him deeper, until Sean's nose is buried in his pubes, his tongue fucking Tristan's eager hole.