Majestic Brother

Daddy's Surprise

Mister Anant was waiting for his son, sitting on the edge of the bed with his jeans and white shirt, the upper few buttons open, showcasing his impressive chest. Bhav's sudden need to pee had interrupted their intimate moment, but Mister Anant remained composed, waiting for his adorable lifeline.

Inside the bathroom, Bhav hurriedly did his business but felt more thoroughly embarrassed than a penguin in a tutu. He hadn't expected to have such an urgent call of nature during such an intimate moment. In his frustration, he couldn't help but scold his unruly bladder, muttering, "Of all times, little buddy, you had to pick now?"

Bhav awkwardly pounded his head against the bathroom mirror with an overwhelming sense of mortification. Just moments ago, it had felt like he was floating on a cloud of dreams, basking in the warmth of his daddy's strong and comforting presence. However, he was snapped back to reality with a splash. Yes, he was still very much his daddy's little boy, and fate had a comical way of reminding him of that at the most inconvenient times.

From within the room, Mister Anant's deep voice resonated with concern, embodying a captivating allure that only a man of his stature could possess. "Is everything alright in there, Bhav?" he called.

Bhav, feeling like a blushing teenager caught in an awkward moment, snapped back to reality, flustered at his dad's unexpected concern. "Uh, yeah, Dad, I'm coming...just got a bit sidetracked." he squeaked out, hoping to quickly escape the awkwardness and reclaim some sense of dignity. 

As Bhav stepped into the room, a sly, seductive smirk curled upon Mister Anant's lips as his eyes roamed over Bhav's petite body, appreciating every inch of him. Bhav couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush with a warm, eager anticipation.

Mister Anant gently patted the bed, beckoning his son with a warm smile. "Come here, my little one," Bhav, full of enthusiasm, hurried over, and his every step caused his teen cock to bounce as he leaped onto the bed, his father's smirk was unavoidable.

Mister Anant couldn't help but chuckle and playfully remarked, "Looks like we've got ourselves a little dancer here."

Bhav giggled and teasingly pleaded, "Dad, come on, cut it out!" Even though he pretended to be embarrassed, deep down, he secretly relished his father's playful attention.

With a tender grace, Mister Anant lovingly guided Bhav to the bed, his strong yet gentle touch enveloping his son in a cocoon of affection. Bhav's heart raced with a blend of anticipation and shyness as his daddy leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against Bhav's cheek in a soft, lingering kiss, sending a tingle of warmth coursing through his body. 

Mister Anant's gaze traveled every inch of Bhav's naked body as if he were admiring a work of art. His eyes, filled with a magnetic allure, conveyed a soothing sense of security washed over his little one, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world, cherished and adored beyond measure.

"Bhav," he began, his voice laced with warmth, "I couldn't help but notice you seemed quite surprised by our adventure at the amusement park today. There's something I've been meaning to tell you, something that's been on my mind..."

Before he could finish, Bhav, filled with a sense of surrender and love, interrupted. "Daddy, I already know," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.

Mister Anant appeared genuinely surprised. "You do? How did you find out?"

Blushing like a shy baby, Bhav confessed, "I know about your bravery in the old world and how you brought justice. I know you came to the New World and won me as your son from the Almighty. It's all here," he tapped his chest, "I could see it in your eyes, feel it in your love, and hear it from the whispers of the air and the rustling leaves."