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...
Amidst all the anticipation and ceremonial preparations, there was one aspect that added an unexpected layer of embarrassment. It was my mamma's involvement, or rather her absence. Papa had asked her to spend the day at my nani's place, a decision that was meant to provide the privacy needed for the day's events. However, it also meant that my mamma now knew about the procedure, and in our household, secrets were often as rare as quiet moments.
As much as I appreciated my mamma's absence for the sake of privacy, there was a certain awkwardness that came with it. The knowledge that she was away while the entire male side of the family gathered for this event felt a bit strange. It was safe to assume that by now, she knew exactly what was happening today – from the rituals to the medical procedure itself. And if there was one thing I'd learned from living in our close-knit family, it was that news spread faster than wildfire.
My hot uncles, and cousins from my mamma's side – they would all hear about this. The fact that my foreskin was being removed today, discussed openly, and even celebrated with rituals, was both a tradition and an intimate detail that my extended family now knew. I could already picture the mischievous grins, the teasing nods, and the knowing looks that I would be greeted with the next time we all gathered for a family occasion.
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It wasn't that I was ashamed of our traditions or the medical procedure itself. It was more about the awkwardness that came with knowing that my little cock was now a topic of discussion among so many others. While I had no control over their reactions, the idea of being the center of attention in this particular way was certainly not something I looked forward to.
As the rituals continued and the doctor's arrival drew closer, I found myself stealing glances at Papa. His presence and calm demeanor provided a sense of stability amidst the whirlwind of emotions. It was he who had orchestrated the arrangements, ensuring that everything aligned according to our cultural norms.
I found myself in the middle of the living room, surrounded by male relatives, all clad in traditional attire. Ghee, milk, and water were being poured over my head by the priests, their chants resonating in the air. It was both surreal and embarrassing to be the center of attention in this way. The concoction was meant to symbolize purity and protection, preparing me for what was to come.
When the auspicious time arrived, I was seated in a designated area, the eyes of everyone in the room fixed on me. I could feel the weight of their expectations, their anticipation, and their camaraderie. Papa guided me to sit on his lap, his presence a source of strength. As the doctor prepared for the procedure, I felt Papa's hand on my shoulder, his support unwavering.
Rocky, Uncle Rajbhir, and Meet gathered around me, their encouraging presence meant to boost my confidence. Rocky's confident nod reminded me that I wasn't alone in this. "You got this, John. It's just a step forward."
Uncle Rajbhir, ever the teaser, chimed in with a playful smirk. "Ah, the journey to manhood begins! Best of luck, Johnny boy."
Meet, my loyal best friend, cheered me on with his usual enthusiasm. "You've got the whole squad here, Johnny. We've got your back!"
