Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
I felt like I was walking on a tightrope of embarrassment. The fact that my papa had noticed every tiny detail about my tiny penis was both thrilling and mortifying. I remembered how my small "cookie" felt so insignificant in my papa's large hands, and now this new concern had me all worked up. Tomorrow was the day for the foreskin trimming, and the idea of my head becoming visible was both nerve-wracking and exciting.
I was so used to having that extra bit of skin, forming a cute little snout over the head of my "cookie," making it different from the other boys'. But tomorrow, I would have it like Meet's nunu, and that anticipation was making my heart race.
However, before facing the unknown, I wanted to indulge in a little mischief. I was determined not to let my hot, commanding papa have his way with my tiny "cookie." I tiptoed to my papa's door and knocked, hoping to have a private chat about my upcoming adventure. To my annoyance, it was my mamma who answered, but I managed to keep my composure. I requested her to bring Papa to me; I needed to talk to him.
Soon enough, Mister Hotty Daddy Param Anand, my papa, followed my mamma to my room, alone. As he closed the door behind him, he approached me with his usual authoritative stride. I had to act the part of a nervous, innocent teenager, though deep down, I was far from it. He asked me with genuine concern, "What's the matter, champ? Something bothering you?"
I shifted nervously in my seat, playing the part of a bashful teenager. But truth be told, I wasn't as anxious as I let on. In fact, I was quite intrigued by the idea of tomorrow's "alteration" on my down-there situation. I decided to go with the truth, or at least a version of it. "Well, papa, it's about my... my 'cookie.' There's been some issues with it."
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a familiar smirk. "Ah, the excess situation down there, huh?"
I fought back a blush. "Yeah, the extra skin that seems to be hanging around... you know."
Papa chuckled knowingly. "Right, your skin has decided to take up a bit more space than it should, huh?" His playful sarcasm was both annoying and oddly comforting.
"Yeah," I mumbled, my cheeks now burning with embarrassment, but I nodded, grateful that he understood what I meant. "Yeah, it's the skin on the end of my cookie," I confessed, my voice a bit quieter. "Sometimes, it hurts, especially when I try to pull it back."
My papa's laughter grew, and he patted my back. "Well, well, look at that, my boy's all grown up. It seems like your tiny cock is going through some changes."
I groaned inwardly, wishing I could just melt into the floor. "Yeah, something like that."
Papa's eyes softened, his voice filled with a mixture of understanding and amusement. "You've hit puberty, Johnny-boy. Growth spurts can be a bit tough on the foreskin if it hasn't had time to stretch yet."
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