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...
"Now, was that so hard?" Param smirked, spraying me with the cold water. I stood there naked, shivering—not just from the chill, but from the way his eyes lingered.
"Look at you," he teased, stepping closer, "acting all tough, but here you are, trembling like a leaf."
"I-I'm not trembling," I muttered, cheeks burning.
"Oh yeah?" He flicked water at my chest, grinning. "Maybe it's just that little thing down there, huh? Looks like the cold got to it, too."
I flushed scarlet, fumbling to cover myself as his gaze dropped lower to my cock, but Param casually brushed my hands away. "Don't be shy, kid. Seen plenty in my day."
"I'm not shy!" I protested, my voice cracking at his boldness, feeling entire exposed.
"Sure you're not," he smirked. Then, without warning, he reached out and, with just a light touch, brushed his fingers against my thigh, too close for tingling little cock. "You've got some growing up to do, Leo. Maybe I can help speed up the process."
My breath hitched as Param reached out, inspecting my penis with a teasing look. "Your little buddy seems to be taking the brunt of the chill," Param taunted amusedly, touching it finally, making me flinch. "Looks like someone's got a long way to go."
Before I could protest—Param's huge, rough hand closed firmly around my cock, giving it a quick, fatherly-rough squeeze and shake. "Gotta get the blood flow moving, beta," he declared, his touch shockingly warm.
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I felt a surge of humiliating heat and unwelcome arousal, my knees threatening to buckle. He flicked the tip with a calloused finger before finally releasing me with a loud, approving clap. "Now that's a man's touch! Ready to get out now, or you need more therapy?"
I stood there, utterly captive, my tiny thing throbbing, hating him and wanting to bury my face in his massive chest all at once. He reached out, his hand brushing against my side, his fingers tracing a path that made me shiver—not just from the cold. "You know," he said, playful yet commanding, "it's not every day you get to see a young lad like you all worked up. Seems like you're enjoying the show."
My voice wavered. "Well, it's kind of hard to ignore...," I mumbled, glancing down at his boxer briefs, which only made the contrast between us more apparent. His boxers were snug and held everything in place, while I was completely naked.
Param's eyes followed mine, and he chuckled. "Well, I guess I've got a bit more to cover up than you do."
His fingers lingered a bit longer on my cock, sending tingles through my skin. "Can you, uh, do that a bit more? Just... so I get used to it."
Param's grin widened. "Oh, so now you're asking for more? Alright, kid. Just remember, I'm doing this for your benefit, not just for kicks."
Then his huge, manly hand returned, not just holding, but cupping my tiny thing entirely, his massive palm swallowing my cock and balls whole—Gosh, his hand was so enormous it actually managed to hide my little shame. He gave it a warm, firm squeeze, a deliberate, possessive caress that made my spine turn to water.
