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Mr Weston and His Boy Chase Weston
December 15, 2022 | Full Length Video : 29min 13sec
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Chase had only just settled back into his parents’ house for the Holidays when he went to check on his dad. Mr. Weston, wearing his holiday cardigan, was on the den couch doing some work. The hunky father asked his son the requisite questions: How has he been? How’s school going? But then, he asked Chase for a massage. It seemed innocent enough of a request; Chase had given his dad the odd shoulder rub (and even a couple of foot rubs) here and there over the years.

His dad asked Chase to continue to tell him about school so far and let him know that he had missed him and was glad he was home. Mr. Weston then asked his boy if he'd had any “fun” with girls... or even boys. Chase was a bit embarrassed by the line of questioning at first, but felt safe and open enough to discuss this openly with his dad. The question also instantly sent blood rushing from Chase’s head to his cock. He admitted to his dad that the boys at school masturbate a lot together. At this admission, Chase saw his father’s eyes light up with noticeable interest.

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Granted, both father and son were aware of the sexual tension that began to appear during these massages as the years went on. Both of them had lost time thinking about the other, especially when tugging on their own cocks. But those were just fantastical thoughts that had not even a modicum of probability. At least, that is what Chase thought, until now.

Mr. Weston then asked his boy how much experience he did have. While asking, he rubbed Chase’s neck slowly. His boy felt the energy shift in a strange-yet-exciting way as his dad faced him and touched him. It was the same energy he would feel when giving his dad those rubs so long ago; the sensation of his boycock jumping in his pants.

Mr. Weston asked if his son had ever kissed anyone. Chase had. Boldly, and almost too casually, the bearded, beefy father told him to show him how he did it. To Chase’s further shock, he leaned towards his dad, almost like a reflex, and casually complied. With lips parted, he met his dad’s lips. Immediately upon tasting he felt his body vibrate. Both the boy’s and the man’s mouths opened further and further as Mr. Weston pulled Chase in close.

Quickly becoming more than just a kissing lesson or demonstration, Mr. Weston reached for Chase’s shirt and asked him to remove it. Again, drawn together, they kissed. This time, the kiss went from sensual to deeply erotic as his dad complimented the boy’s ability while also giving him some tips. His tone changed; Chase had never heard this specific voice before, but he loved it.

Neither of them were worried about how quickly things escalated. Their hands roamed. Mr. Weston noticed Chase’s stiff rod, and asked his son if he wanted to stop. Chase said no, and Mr. Weston proceeded to unbutton his boy’s jeans. Now in his underwear, Chase watched as his dad pawed at his briefs. Mr. Weston knew instinctively how to tease his boy’s package, giving it a squeeze or two as he leaned in to give the boy’s nipple a taste.

Chase excitedly shuddered. He loved the slow and sensual pace, but was also eager to see just how far this would go. Mr. Weston tugged on the front of his son’s briefs, and Chase pulled them down to let his dad see the stiff meat up close and personal. His dad complimented his boy’s dick, letting him know it was just like his own, and then wrapped his mouth around it.

Mr. Weston worked his oral magic on his boy, then asked him to lean over on the couch and show off his ass. Chase exposed his hole to his dad, who complimented him again, telling his son how beautiful it is, just like his own. Mr. Weston went on to stroke the boy’s cock with one hand as he breathed in and sniffed Chase’s opening. Dad dove face-deep into the young boy’s cheeks, then plunged his tongue directly inside Chase’s chute.

The boy couldn’t imagine this getting any better! Dad continued to tongue and prod his hole with his fingers, even going back and sucking his toes and licking his soles. Mr. Weston removed his shirt, and Chase attempted, but failed, to avert his eyes from the sexy, furry body. He had seen it plenty of times, but the context here made it overwhelming in intensity.

Mr. Weston devoured his boy’s puckering hole. He had Chase roll over onto his back as he removed his own jeans, then his form-fitting briefs. It was all a sight to behold, but none so much as the revealing Dad’s rigid, curved cock. He aimed his beautiful dick directly at his son’s hole. To neither of their surprise, Chase’s hole was more-than-welcoming to his father’s invading meat.

Mr. Weston slid deep into his boy’s hole until his entire cock disappeared inside. His cream-filled balls slowly knocked on the boy’s cheeks as his dad began to make love to him. Mr. Weston couldn’t remember the last time he was in a hole that felt this amazing. And it was his own son’s, no less! He marveled at the sight before him: Chase, naked, legs in the air, presented in front of him.

Chase was in his own heaven. His hunky, beefy dad was deep inside him. They were bonding both literally and figuratively, strengthening a relationship in ways most fathers and sons would only hope for. They both moaned and as the pounding wore on.

Chase was on the verge of orgasm. Mr. Weston encouraged his son to let it happen as he felt his own cock begin to throb for release. Chase moaned as he shot his cum load from his dad pounding him; which caused Mr. Weston’s balls to tighten. He flooded the boy’s hole with his own load.

Both spent, Mr. Weston leaned in to kiss Chase. He told him he’s always going to look forward to his son visiting. This was always true, of course, but now there was a greater truth behind the phrase…

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Tapes
1. Guiding My Boy 30mn
Chase had only just settled back into his parents’ house for the Holidays when he went to check on his dad. Mr. Weston, wearing his holiday cardigan, was on the den couch doing some work. The hunky father asked his son the requisite questions: How has he been? How’s school going? But then, he asked Chase for a massage. It seemed innocent enough of a request; Chase had given his dad the odd shoulder rub (and even a couple of foot rubs) here and there over the years. His dad asked Chase to continue to tell him about school so far and let him know that he had missed him and was glad he was home. Mr. Weston then asked his boy if he'd had any “fun” with girls... or even boys. Chase was a bit embarrassed by the line of questioning at first, but felt safe and open enough to discuss this openly with his dad. The question also instantly sent blood rushing from Chase’s head to his cock. He admitted to his dad that the boys at school masturbate a lot together. At this admission, Chase saw his father’s eyes light up with noticeable interest. Granted, both father and son were aware of the sexual tension that began to appear during these massages as the years went on. Both of them had lost time thinking about the other, especially when tugging on their own cocks. But those were just fantastical thoughts that had not even a modicum of probability. At least, that is what Chase thought, until now. Mr. Weston then asked his boy how much experience he did have. While asking, he rubbed Chase’s neck slowly. His boy felt the energy shift in a strange-yet-exciting way as his dad faced him and touched him. It was the same energy he would feel when giving his dad those rubs so long ago; the sensation of his boycock jumping in his pants. Mr. Weston asked if his son had ever kissed anyone. Chase had. Boldly, and almost too casually, the bearded, beefy father told him to show him how he did it. To Chase’s further shock, he leaned towards his dad, almost like a reflex, and casually complied. With lips parted, he met his dad’s lips. Immediately upon tasting he felt his body vibrate. Both the boy’s and the man’s mouths opened further and further as Mr. Weston pulled Chase in close. Quickly becoming more than just a kissing lesson or demonstration, Mr. Weston reached for Chase’s shirt and asked him to remove it. Again, drawn together, they kissed. This time, the kiss went from sensual to deeply erotic as his dad complimented the boy’s ability while also giving him some tips. His tone changed; Chase had never heard this specific voice before, but he loved it. Neither of them were worried about how quickly things escalated. Their hands roamed. Mr. Weston noticed Chase’s stiff rod, and asked his son if he wanted to stop. Chase said no, and Mr. Weston proceeded to unbutton his boy’s jeans. Now in his underwear, Chase watched as his dad pawed at his briefs. Mr. Weston knew instinctively how to tease his boy’s package, giving it a squeeze or two as he leaned in to give the boy’s nipple a taste. Chase excitedly shuddered. He loved the slow and sensual pace, but was also eager to see just how far this would go. Mr. Weston tugged on the front of his son’s briefs, and Chase pulled them down to let his dad see the stiff meat up close and personal. His dad complimented his boy’s dick, letting him know it was just like his own, and then wrapped his mouth around it. Mr. Weston worked his oral magic on his boy, then asked him to lean over on the couch and show off his ass. Chase exposed his hole to his dad, who complimented him again, telling his son how beautiful it is, just like his own. Mr. Weston went on to stroke the boy’s cock with one hand as he breathed in and sniffed Chase’s opening. Dad dove face-deep into the young boy’s cheeks, then plunged his tongue directly inside Chase’s chute. The boy couldn’t imagine this getting any better! Dad continued to tongue and prod his hole with his fingers, even going back and sucking his toes and licking his soles. Mr. Weston removed his shirt, and Chase attempted, but failed, to avert his eyes from the sexy, furry body. He had seen it plenty of times, but the context here made it overwhelming in intensity. Mr. Weston devoured his boy’s puckering hole. He had Chase roll over onto his back as he removed his own jeans, then his form-fitting briefs. It was all a sight to behold, but none so much as the revealing Dad’s rigid, curved cock. He aimed his beautiful dick directly at his son’s hole. To neither of their surprise, Chase’s hole was more-than-welcoming to his father’s invading meat. Mr. Weston slid deep into his boy’s hole until his entire cock disappeared inside. His cream-filled balls slowly knocked on the boy’s cheeks as his dad began to make love to him. Mr. Weston couldn’t remember the last time he was in a hole that felt this amazing. And it was his own son’s, no less! He marveled at the sight before him: Chase, naked, legs in the air, presented in front of him. Chase was in his own heaven. His hunky, beefy dad was deep inside him. They were bonding both literally and figuratively, strengthening a relationship in ways most fathers and sons would only hope for. They both moaned and as the pounding wore on. Chase was on the verge of orgasm. Mr. Weston encouraged his son to let it happen as he felt his own cock begin to throb for release. Chase moaned as he shot his cum load from his dad pounding him; which caused Mr. Weston’s balls to tighten. He flooded the boy’s hole with his own load. Both spent, Mr. Weston leaned in to kiss Chase. He told him he’s always going to look forward to his son visiting. This was always true, of course, but now there was a greater truth behind the phrase…
2. The Good Son 30mn
When young Chase arrived at his father’s house for a visit, he discovered his Pops laid back on the leather sofa in his den. The older man was visibly exhausted from a long day at work; an airline pilot, Mr. Weston is often required to pull double—sometimes triple—shifts due to staffing shortages in the industry. This work/life imbalance has taken a visible toll on a man Chase has otherwise viewed as a pillar of strength and stability. Waking up at 2 a.m. for work is not an easy feat. Typically, Mr. Weston prefers to be undisturbed after an 18 hour shift. When Chase entered the room, however, the pilot smiled warmly and invited his son to sit next to him on the sofa. Chase asked if a foot massage would make his Pops relax. Mr. Weston could hardly refuse. And as his son administered the massage, the dad’s mind began to drift. Mr. Weston was quietly pleased that since their breakthrough encounter the previous week, his son Chase had become even more attentive than usual. Mr. Weston didn’t mind this in the least. The truth was that he couldn’t stop thinking about the passionate afternoon that he’d spent with his son. Memories of their physical love consumed him. Chase also was unable to think about much else, either. In fact, in this intimate moment, the young man’s desire was further inflamed at the sight of his masculine father still in his pilot’s uniform. Mr. Weston noticed how his son couldn’t take his eyes off of his Pops. And after their earlier encounter, he also noticed that Chase took any opportunity to intimately place his hands on him. This excited Mr. Weston to no end, and eased the pain of the long shifts. Soon, his son’s massage moved from the feet to the neck and shoulders. Mr. Weston took the opportunity to remove his shirt and tie, but kept his pilot’s cap on, which Chase found incredibly sexy. Chase then began to tenderly kiss his father’s neck and broad shoulders. At this, Mr. Weston’s exhaustion immediately melted away and was replaced by a strong compulsion to pull his son close. Chase was overcome by a combination of love and lust as his father kissed him deeply. The feeling of Pops’ big, strong arms holding him tight was awesome in ways the boy had previously only dreamed of. And as father and son tasted and suckled upon one another’s tongues, their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Mr. Weston smiled broadly as Chase groped his own aching erection. The dad eagerly pulled his son’s clothes off. Chase, like his father, was already at full-mast, and it was only moments later that both were completely naked. Chase loved this exciting and primal relationship with his father. Being together with Pops always meant so much to Chase—especially when he was growing up. As a teen, Chase worshiped the ground that his father walked on, wanting—even now—to impress him and please him. So, Chase got to worshiping! Taking cues from his father’s moans of pleasure, Chase let his hands and tongue caress his dad’s throbbing erection. Mr. Weston was in pure heaven; his adorable, sexy son was his new favorite lover. Their natural physical chemistry almost surprised him. As Chase came up for air from his oral worship, Mr. Weston took the opportunity to pull his son up onto the couch so he could stare at the boy’s perfect, round bottom. And after a good, long deep french-kissing of his tight anus, Chase could only gape and gasp in wide-eyed amazement. Mr. Weston had never tasted anything like it; the crack of his ass was so sweet and smooth. The tight, delicious boy-hole was nearly ready for him. Chase wanted so badly to sit on his father’s huge cock. On the car ride over, it was all he could think about. The boy wanted his Pops to push himself all the way inside and then hold him tightly. And so, his dream became reality; Mr. Weston entered him. The father marveled at how wonderful it felt to wrap his arms around his son and make love to him in this way. Too soon, however, Mr. Weston could feel the climax start to rise in his loins. So, he gently pulled Chase up and laid the young man on his back onto the sofa. Chase instinctively pulled his legs back and opened himself up again for his father’s re-entry. Mr. Weston rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of his son’s tight hole. Chase could only gape in wondrous lust in response to each thrust. The way Mr. Weston roared as an unbelievably powerful orgasm overtook him made young Chase cry out in astonished delight. Mr. Weston’s seed oozed out of his son’s hole. And as though Mr. Weston could read his son’s mind, he reinserted his still rock-hard erection back into the boy’s ass as deep as it would go. Chase, eyes glazed in pleasure, vowed right then and there to himself that he would do almost anything to have that precious, insanely hot moment last all night. And again the next night. And the next. And the next…