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...
The night was cold enough to make me curl up tighter, but my bladder wasn't having it. With Johnny snoring like a baby elephant, I slipped out of the tent and into the moonlit air. The camp was quiet—too quiet. Leo's sleeping bag was empty. I frowned, curiosity buzzing in my chest as I padded across the damp grass.
That's when I heard it—low murmurs, a shaky moan. My heart thumped. I crept closer, the sound pulling me toward the lake. Peeking through the bushes, I froze, breath catching.
By the lake, Leo was sprawled naked on the grass, his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. And Dad Rajbhir—was kneeling beside him, his big, strong hand moving... down there, on Leo's... tiny thingy. My cheeks burned. I knew I should look away, but I couldn't. Leo whimpered, eyes half-shut, lips parted like he was lost in some dream.
Dad stroked his cock, slow, steady, like comforting Leo, but it was more than that. Leo gasped, arching his body, and then—oh god—he came with a shaky cry. My heart slammed. Heat rushed through me. I felt hot, shaky, my pyjamas suddenly too tight. Dad was my dad. He used to do that to my nunu when he showered me, when I was scared or needed comfort.
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That was our thing, our secret. Not Leo's. Jealousy burned, sharp and ugly, but I couldn't look away. My whole body buzzing. I backed off, quiet as I could, and slipped into my sleeping bag, face on fire, chest heaving. Leo didn't deserve Dad's touch. But oh god... I crave it too!
Leo's POV
Yo, last night was wild. Like, I'm still processing, fr. Woke up this morning feeling like my whole body was blushing, my brain stuck on replay of Uncle Rajbhir's hands—those big, strong, manly hands—on me. I mean, what even was that? One minute I'm crying by the lake, freaking out about those stupid leaked pics, and the next, he's there, all calm and in charge, telling me it's gonna be okay. And then... that happened.
My tiny dick was legit shaking, and when I came? Bruh, I saw stars. First time anyone's touched me like that, and it had to be him—my uncle, the hottest, most untouchable dude alive. I'm lowkey freaking out, but also... I kinda want it to happen again. Is that messed up? Morning came, and we were packing up camp. Uncle Rajbhir was already on the phone with his lawyers, muscles flexing as he hauled gear like some Desi superhero.
I tried not to stare—failed miserably. My face burned. Across the camp, Uncle Param barked at John for dropping a cooler, while Meet stayed oddly quiet, barely looking at me, which is weird 'cause he's usually giggling with John. Did he... see something last night? Nah, no way. Rajbhir caught me zoning out and strolled over, smirk tugging his lips. "How you holding up, Leo?" His voice was so deep, it felt like a hug.
I swallowed hard. "I-I'm good, Uncle. Just glad you're... handling the photo thing."
He chuckled, eyes warm. "Don't worry, kid. It's under control. You just focus on being you, alright?"
