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I realized that I had been taking things a bit too seriously around the house as of late. I might have slightly overreacted when Noah tried to casually brush off saying something that could lead to someone finding out about our secret. I knew he meant well, but sometimes he was a bit too playful for his own good, there was a time and a place after all. That being said, his favorite holiday was just around the corner and as the leaves on the trees slowly started to shift from green to their variations in autumn coloring, Halloween was nipping at our heels already. I wanted to do something special this year, and put in a little bit more effort to show my stepson that I’m not always a worry wart. So I ran out to the store to grab a few simple things to spruce up the place, hoping to get it set up for when Noah gets home, but of course I hear the front door latch open moments after I hang the first pumpkin-themed party banner. Even with one row of orange dopey carved heads streaming across the living room, it was worth it to see the instant smile that lit up the boy’s smile. I was very pleased to see that it had worked, the blond twink had a giddy air about him as he held the straps of his backpack taught. Noah was so giggly that I couldn’t help but get affected by the contagious joy that washed over him. Sometimes it really is the simple things in life that make the biggest difference. When I mentioned having another surprise for him, that’s when the usually sassy younger kid came out to play. The quick-witted, fast-on-his-feet Noah was the one I was used to dealing with, but still to have rendered him speechless for at least a moment was a feat of its own. Given nothing more than the spooky prompt of ‘trick or treat’ unsure of which choice to make as well as unsure about what to expect from either outcome. I could see my stepson roll his eyes as he begrudgingly closed them upon my request. Guess stepdad was teasing too much again. I squeezed his smaller frame against mine as we walked over towards the sofa, my muscular arms easily scooping him right up. When I filled his outstretched awaiting hands with my semi-hard cock, I got to see that spark of excitement overtake Noah once again. Something really did come over him, almost like he was possessed by arousal itself. No more than a second after receiving the ok from me does he start to devour my thick member deep into his mouth, using his lips tightly wrapped around my shaft to make it grow. The blond cocksucker opened his mouth all the way wide to be able to fit all of its girth, massaging my balls as he slowly but surely slurped me from semi to fully erect. I swear it felt as though my cock grew bigger than it usually did when Noah was down there servicing my member. Of course having been apart from each other for the day, naturally we were both eager to finally have some time alone together. Having gotten undressed during the blowjob, I bent the tiny gay bottom onto all fours and dipped my tongue into his hole as though I were bobbing for apples. The scruffy hairs from my beard tickling Noah’s smooth bubble butt as I got it just wet enough to be able to take my erection in order to get down to business. Once that hole was oozing with man-made lubricant, my rock hard member barrels forward between his cheeks. Even now it still takes a minute for my playmate’s tight sphincter to loosen up enough to let me slide inside. It was a tight fit, but the gasp I heard from Noah kept me throbbing every time. My thick appendage stretched him wider than my fingers could manage. My stepson’s hole had always been hungry for my cock, but having him lie along the length of the couch in a little spoon position as he pushed back against my hard thrusts forward as the big spoon behind, felt like we were both right where we belonged. With Noah not as muscular as me, it was easier for me to assert control of the big on small bareback and how it played out. I could feel my swollen cockhead poking its way closer towards his prostate, teasing him until I sank every inch inside, as my heavy sack weighed heavy on his backdoor’s opening. If only Noah knew that it didn't matter whether he had picked trick or he had picked treat, it was always part of the plan to celebrate the coming of the season the best way we knew how...together!

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