Kyle was fifty-three with salty brown hair and light brown eyes. Wearing a white pair of boxers he had just woken up and had thought about his step-son Ronald, his cock was hard thinking about him. He had been thinking about men for a while now since Ronald's mom had ditched him he was able to go back to his old ways of spending some time with other men. Though he had been out on the town with a few men within the week they weren't young enough for him and seeing that Ronald didn't have any girls coming over the house he knew in the back of his mind that it could only mean one thing. Ronald was gay. Kyle got up from the bed and walked out of the room across the hall to Ronald's room. Knocking lightly he thought that maybe Ronald was still sleeping after all it was still early morning and most Eighteen year old boys were still sleeping if they weren't working. “Come in.” Ronald replied. When Kyle opened the door he saw Ronald sitting on the side of his bed. The only thing he was wearing was a thin pair of boxers.