Rohan rushed back to his waiting taxi. "Follow that car," he instructed the driver, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination.
The taxi pulled out from the curb, inching closer to the car where his father and the two men were now getting into. Rohan's heart was racing as he watched them through the rearview mirror, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and concern. He had never seen his dad this way, and the sight of it was more than he could bear. The car pulled away, and the taxi followed, weaving through the narrow streets of Mumbai like a shadow in the night.
Rohan felt his stomach knot as the car took a turn that led away from their house. Why weren't they heading home? His mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. He leaned forward and whispered to the taxi driver, his voice a mix of urgency and fear. "Keep following them, but don't get too close." The driver, a stoic man with a thick mustache, nodded solemnly and adjusted his mirrors, keeping a safe distance from the taillights that danced in the distance.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a farmhouse, nestled in the quiet countryside just 2 kilometers from their Mumbai residence. Rohan recognized it immediately—it was Sourav's party pad, a place where he and his friends often held wild, hedonistic gatherings that lasted until the first light of dawn. His heart sank as he watched Sourav and Sam hoist his unconscious father out of the car and stumble towards the house. They were both laughing, seemingly unfazed by the weight of the man they were carrying. The farmhouse was a place of debauchery, a stark contrast to the loving home Rohan shared with his parents.
With trembling hands, Rohan paid the taxi driver and slipped out of the car, his eyes never leaving the house. He knew he had to find a way inside, to make sure his dad was okay. The driver, noticing Rohan's distress, offered to wait for him, but Rohan declined, insisting that he could handle it. He didn't want to involve anyone else in his personal struggle, not yet.
He approached the farmhouse cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The night was eerily calm, with not a single sound to be heard except for the distant croak of a frog and the occasional rustle of the leaves in the breeze. As he reached the front door, Rohan took a deep breath and pushed it open, the hinges creaking softly. The dimly lit interior of the house swallowed him up, and he stepped into the quiet embrace of the shadows but nobody was there so he checked the garden.
The sight that greeted him was one that would forever be etched into his memory. His father, the stoic and strong Raj Patel, was sprawled out on a sofa in the garden, his clothes askew and his body limp. Sourav and Sam were standing over him, their eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and something else—something that Rohan couldn't quite put his finger on. They had a look in their eyes that made his blood run cold, a look that spoke of secrets and desires that were better left unexplored.
Rohan retreated into the shadows, his heart hammering like a drum in his chest. He needed to get a better look, to understand what was happening to the man he looked up to more than anyone else in the world. He backed away from the house, his eyes searching for a place to hide. His gaze fell upon a sturdy tree at the edge of the property, its branches reaching out like welcoming arms. He darted towards it and climbed up, his lithe body moving with the grace of a cat and got the full view.
From his perch, Rohan could see everything that unfolded in the garden. Sourav, the taller of the two, leaned down to whisper something in Sam's ear. Sam's eyes grew wide, and a predatory smile spread across his face. They both looked over at the unconscious form of Raj, their gazes hungry and eager. Rohan felt a knot form in his stomach—what could they possibly want with his dad?
Sourav spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone that Rohan could just barely make out. "Finally," he said, his voice thick with desire, "we got the chance after two years of waiting. That sweet, ripe family man is all ours tonight, Sam.
Sam's eyes gleamed with excitement as he nodded in agreement. "I've been lusting over him since the day he joined the company. And now that he's here, in this state, we can finally have what we've been craving."
Without wasting another second, Sourav and Sam approached the sofa where Raj lay, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Sourav gently began to unbutton Raj's shirt, his hands trembling slightly. Rohan watched in horror from his tree perch, his heart racing as the fabric parted to reveal his father's hairy chest, glistening with sweat. Sam followed suit, unbuckling the man's belt with an eager hand and pulling down his trousers to expose his thick, muscular thighs.
Sam leaned in, his eyes fixed on one of the dark, puckered nipples that adorned Raj's chest. With a quick flick of his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it hard. A gasp of surprise and pain escaped Raj's lips, his body jolting slightly. Sourav chuckled, his own eyes fixed on the other nipple "Don't be shy, Sam," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the stillness of the night. "He won't mind. He's too far gone now totally in our control.
Sourav took a step back, his gaze raking over the half-dressed man on the sofa. He reached out and playfully tugged at the thick, coarse hair that covered one of his ears, and then leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against the shell. he began to play with the lobe, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. The effect was immediate—Raj's body shivered, and a soft moan of pleasure slipped from his lips.
Encouraged by the response, Sourav leaned in further, his eyes dark with desire. He traced the curve of the ear with the tip of his tongue, the wetness making the hairs stand on end. His teeth grazed the lobe, and he watched with satisfaction as goosebumps spread across the sleeping man's neck. He took the lobe into his mouth, suckling gently at first, then biting down with a soft pressure that was just shy of pain. The moan grew louder, and Rohan's heart raced as he watched his father's body respond to the intimate touch.
Sam, unable to contain his excitement any longer, shifted his focus to the navel that had been revealed as they had removed Raj's shirt. "Look at that," he whispered to Sourav, his voice thick with lust. "It's like a treasure trove of manliness." He leaned in, his gaze lingering on the deep, dark belly button. It was something he had admired from afar at countless company parties, where Raj had often been the life of the party, shirtless and jovial. Now, he had the chance to explore it up close, and he wasn't going to waste it.
With a deft hand, Sam traced the edges of the belly button with his index finger, marveling at the way the hairs around it curled inward, as if inviting him closer. He dipped his finger into the warm, moist cavity, feeling the softness of the skin and the slight resistance of the navel's innermost folds. He couldn't believe he was touching the man he had fantasized about for so long, and the thrill of it made his cock throb painfully in his pants. "It's so... perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire.
Raj's body arched slightly at the sensation, a moan escaping his lips. Sourav grinned, his own arousal evident in the bulge growing in his trousers. "Keep going," he urged, his voice a low rumble of encouragement. Sam obeyed, his finger delving deeper into the navel, swirling and etching patterns on the sensitive skin as he explored. The scent of sweat and manliness filled the air, and Rohan felt a strange mix of repulsion and fascination from his perch above.
But the moment of relative innocence was about to be shattered. Sourav, unable to resist any longer, reached down to unbuckle the last barrier between them and the prize they sought. With a flick of his wrist, he popped the button open and pulled the zipper down, revealing the outline of a cock that was already beginning to stir. Rohan's eyes grew wide with shock as he recognized the shape of his own burgeoning desires reflected in his father's arousal. Sourav wasted no time, gently pushing the fabric aside to expose the full, thick length of Raj's cock.
It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, as Sourav took in the sight of the manhood before him. The soft light from the house cast shadows that played across the velvety skin of the shaft, which was already starting to thicken and rise. Rohan's heart was racing, his own cock straining against his pants as he watched his father's erection come to life. He had never seen his dad's dick before, but in that moment, it was as if he was seeing himself in a twisted reflection of his own desires.
Sourav's hand wrapped around the base of Raj's cock with surprising tenderness, given the lewdness of the situation. His thumb traced the vein that pulsed along the underside, and Rohan watched as a bead of precum formed at the tip. His own breath hitched in his throat as Sourav leaned down, his mouth watering with anticipation. He didn't know why, but he couldn't look away as Sourav parted his lips and took that 9-inch beast into his mouth. The sound of wet suction filled the air, and Rohan felt his stomach clench with a mix of disgust and arousal.
Sourav took his time, savoring the taste of the unconscious man's cock, bobbing his head up and down with practiced ease. Rohan's eyes were glued to the sight, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and lust. He watched as Sourav's cheeks hollowed out with each deep-throated suck, and the way his dad's cock glistened with saliva when it was pulled out of that eager mouth. His father's chest heaved with each involuntary gasp, his body reacting instinctively to the pleasure being forced upon him.
The sight was too much for Rohan to handle, and his hand slipped into his own pants, wrapping around his hard, pulsing member. He began to stroke himself in time with Sourav's movements, his own moans muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He had never felt so conflicted—part of him was repulsed by what he was seeing, but another part of him was undeniably turned on by the raw, unbridled passion playing out before his eyes.
As Sourav continued to pleasure his father, Sam decided to join in, his own hands exploring the landscape of Raj's body. He traced the contours of the sleeping man's abs with the tips of his fingers, feeling the muscles quiver and jump beneath the skin. He followed the trail of hair down to the waistband of the shorts, then paused, his eyes locked onto the dark, puckered hole that beckoned him from within the fabric.
With trembling hands, Sam pulled down the shorts further, exposing Raj's asshole to the night air. It was tight and pink, surrounded by a neatly trimmed bush of hair that framed it like a work of art. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and ragged as he took in the musky scent that emanated from his father's body. He had never been this close to another man's ass before, and the thrill was intoxicating.
Raj's cock grew harder and thicker in Sourav's mouth, the precum flowing freely now as his body responded to the relentless sucking and licking. Rohan's own strokes grew more erratic as he watched his father's body being used by these men, his mind a maelstrom of emotions that he couldn't begin to untangle. He knew he should be disgusted, but the sight was strangely mesmerizing.
Sourav sensed the approaching climax and picked up the pace, his head bobbing faster and faster. He could feel the muscles in the base of the cock tensing, the pulse of blood growing stronger with every stroke. Rohan's eyes were glued to the sight, his own hand moving in time with Sourav's mouth, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he approached the edge of his own orgasm.
Finally, with a guttural groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, Raj's body arched off the sofa, his back bowing like a drawn bow. Sourav took the cue and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked to coax every last drop of cum from the thick, veiny shaft. And then it came—a hot, thick rope of semen that shot out like a geyser, hitting the back of his throat with a force that made him gag. Sourav pulled back slightly, letting the next rope of cum spurt out into the night air, painting the ground with a glistening, white streak. The third and fourth ropes followed in quick succession, each one just as thick and powerful as the last.
As Sourav swallowed down the salty, warm seed, Rohan could feel his own climax approaching like a freight train. His hand was a blur on his cock now, his strokes fast and furious as he watched his father's body convulse with pleasure. The sight of the two men, his dad's cock in Sourav's mouth, the sounds of wet sucking and gagging, and the scent of sweat and cum that wafted through the air were too much to bear. With a cry that was part pleasure and part despair, Rohan came, his own juices spurting out and spattering the leaves of the tree he was hiding in. His orgasm was intense, his body shaking with the force of it, and he had to bite down on his shirt to muffle his cries of release
The two men took a moment to catch their breath, their eyes locked on each other, their lust unabated. Then, with a smirk, Sam reached over and swiped his thumb through the cum that was now pooling in the hollow of Raj's belly button. Rohan's stomach churned as he watched, his hand still wrapped around his sensitive member, his heart racing like a runaway train. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—his father, the man he looked up to, the man who was the very essence of heteronormative masculinity, being used like this by two other men.
Sam brought his thumb to his own lips and licked off the sticky fluid with a grin, savoring the taste before leaning in and pressing his mouth to Raj's navel. His tongue snaked out, licking up the cum that had gathered there, swirling around the sensitive button before moving up to trace the path of hair that led to the man's chest. Rohan's eyes were glued to the sight, his mind reeling. He had never seen anything like this before—his father's body being worshipped in such a way by another man.
Sourav, noticing Sam's exploration, took it as his cue to shift his attentions lower. He spread Raj's legs wider, exposing the tight, pink hole that had been hidden beneath the fabric of his shorts. His tongue darted out, tasting the salty tang of sweat and precum that had collected around the edges. Rohan felt his own body tighten at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the man's tongue glide over his father's asshole. Sourav's mouth watered as he took in the scent of the untouched, hairy crevice, his cock now fully erect and straining against his own pants.
Just as Sourav was about to push his tongue inside, Rohan's phone, nestled in the pocket of his jeans, began to ring shrilly. The sound echoed through the quiet night, shattering the illicit tranquility like a glass breaking. Panic surged through Rohan's veins as he realized the precariousness of his situation. His hand, sticky with his own cum, was still wrapped around his semi-erect cock, and his pants were stained with his arousal. He had been so lost in the scene playing out before him that he had forgotten about the possibility of being caught.
The ringing grew louder, more insistent, and Rohan knew he couldn't ignore it. He fumbled to pull the phone out, his heart racing as he tried to silence it without alerting the two men below. But fate had other plans. In his haste, his phone slipped from his grasp, landing with a thud on the branch beneath him. The screen lit up, casting an eerie glow over the foliage as it continued to ring, the sound now amplified in the stillness of the night.
Sourav and Sam froze, their eyes darting upwards towards the source of the disturbance. Rohan's breath hitched as he watched them, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. He knew he had to get away before they discovered him, but his body was still trembling from his recent release, and his limbs felt like jelly.
With the grace of a gazelle, Sourav leaped to his feet and dashed towards the tree, his eyes searching the foliage. "What was that?" he called out, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter. Sam followed suit, his own cock still standing at attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Rohan's heart was racing, his mind racing faster. He knew he had to think of something, anything, to explain away the sound of his phone. But before he could even open his mouth to form a coherent sentence, Sourav's eyes locked onto him. "Rohan!" he exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. "What are you doing up there?"
Rohan felt the color drain from his face as he stared down at the two men, his hand still clutching his half-erect cock. He had been caught red-handed, quite literally, and he didn't know how to explain himself. "I... I just... I dropped my phone," he stammered, his voice quivering.
Sourav and Sam exchanged a knowing glance, their smirks growing wider. Sourav reached down to adjust his own pants, his cock now at half-mast but still impressive. "It seems like you've been enjoying the show, Rohan," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "We can see that," Sam chimed in, his eyes glinting with mischief as he took in the sticky mess that Rohan had made of himself.
Rohan's face burned with embarrassment, his mind racing as he tried to formulate a response. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he managed to get out, his voice shaky. Sourav's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to the tree, his hand reaching out to pluck the phone from the branch. "Let's not play games," he said, holding up the device so the light from the screen cast an eerie glow on his face. "We know you've been watching."
"Do you like your dad, Rohan?" Sourav asked, his voice teasing. "Is that why you've been hiding up here? Because you're hot for him?" Rohan felt his cheeks burning even hotter. The question was like a knife twisting in his gut, but he knew he couldn't lie—not with the evidence of his arousal still clinging to his hand. "I... I don't know," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
"Don't be shy," Sam chimed in, his tone playful. "We've all had our moments of curiosity. And let's face it, your dad is quite the specimen." Rohan felt his stomach churn as Sam took a step closer to the tree, his eyes scanning Rohan's flustered expression. "But tell us, do you prefer the rough and tumble type, like our dear retired army officer here?" He gestured to the sleeping Raj, whose body was now a canvas of sweat and cum. "Or do you have a taste for someone a bit more... refined?" His eyes twinkled mischievously as he glanced at the unconscious man.
Sourav stepped closer, his own cock now at full mast. "Or maybe," he began, his voice low and seductive, "you like them both. Maybe watching your dad with another man is what really gets you going." He took another step closer, his hand reaching up to stroke the tree trunk as if he were caressing Rohan's body. "Is that it, Rohan? Do you like watching your dad with me?"
Rohan's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he clung to the tree, his heart hammering in his chest like a caged bird desperate to escape. The sight of his father's naked body, the sounds of pleasure that had filled the night air—it was all too much to process. He had always admired his dad, looked up to him, but now, in the harsh light of his newfound desires, he realized that his feelings had grown into something much more intense. He took a deep, trembling breath and whispered, "Yes, I like him." The words hung in the air, a declaration of his lust and his longing to be with a man, to have a man completely.
For a moment, there was silence, and then Sourav chuckled, the sound echoing through the night. "Well, well," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little voyeur." Sam stepped closer, his own erection now clearly visible through his pants, the fabric stretched tightly against his firm, round ass. "Or perhaps," he suggested, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, "you're not just watching. Maybe you want to join in."
The very idea was ludicrous, but the longer Rohan stared at his father's unconscious form, the more he found himself nodding in silent agreement. The two men looked at each other, their smirks growing wider as they shared a knowing look. "Come down, Rohan," Sourav coaxed, his voice now a purr. "Your father won't mind, I promise. And we can show you things that will make you feel so good."
With shaking legs, Rohan complied, his heart racing as he descended the tree. His eyes never left Sourav's handsome face, the man's smile growing more seductive by the second. When Rohan's feet finally touched the ground, Sourav and Sam closed in on him, their bodies radiating heat like a pair of suns. Rohan's breath hitched as Sourav reached out to brush a stray leaf from his hair, his hand lingering on the back of Rohan's neck. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down Rohan's spine that made his cock twitch back to life.
With a nod from Sourav, Sam picked up the unconscious Raj, his muscles flexing as he carried him to the car. Sourav slid an arm around Rohan's waist, his grip firm yet comforting, and led him to the passenger seat. Rohan couldn't believe this was happening—his dad, his hero, was being manhandled by two men he had just watched have sex, and he was about to take him home. The thought was as thrilling as it was disturbing, but he couldn't deny the excitement that was building within him.
The drive home was a blur of tense silence, the only sounds being the occasional snore from his father in the backseat and the low hum of the car's engine.
Rohan's mind raced with the implications of what he had just agreed to. He felt a mix of fear and excitement, his heart pounding in his chest like a captive bird. He had never acted on his feelings before, but something about the raw, primal energy of the situation had made him say yes. The thought of having his father all to himself, in the privacy of their home, was intoxicating.
They managed to get the unconscious Raj into the house , his limp body a silent testament to the night's events. The three of them made their way to the bedroom that Raj and his mother shared, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of their combined arousal. Sourav and Sam laid him gently on the bed, arranging him so that his bare chest was exposed, the hairy expanse of his torso a stark contrast to the pristine white sheets.
"Now, Rohan," Sourav said, his voice low and husky, "it's your turn to play." He took a step back, gesturing towards the sleeping man. Rohan's heart was racing as he approached the bed, his eyes lingering on his father's face, which was slack with sleep. He knew what he was about to do, but the desire that burned within him was too strong to resist.
With trembling hands, Rohan reached out to touch his dad's chest, the thick hairs brushing against his fingertips sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He watched as Sam and Sourav settled into chairs by the side of the bed, their eyes on his dad, hungry and eager. They had become his silent coaches, watching him with an intensity that only fueled his arousal.
"Go on," Sam urged, his voice a gentle nudge. "He's all yours."
With a deep, trembling breath, Rohan leaned over his father, his nose level with the man's armpit. The scent was intoxicating—musky, yet oddly comforting—like the scent of home. He took a tentative sniff, his nostrils flaring as he took in the potent aroma. The hair there was thick and coarse, like a jungle waiting to be explored. He could feel the heat radiating from his dad's body, the dampness of his skin from the sweat of the evening's escapade. His heart raced as he reached out his tongue, tracing the contour of the armpit hair before plunging into the depths.
The taste was salty and sweet, a heady mix of man and earthiness that sent his senses reeling. Rohan felt a strange sense of belonging as he licked the sweat from his dad's skin, his tongue swirling around the small, hard nub of his dad's nipple. He had never been this close to a man before, never felt the coarse hair against his face or the warmth of a male body beneath his touch. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, like he was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.
Moving downward, Rohan's eyes were drawn to the dark, inviting cave of his father's belly button. He had always been curious about it, a mysterious little crater on the vast expanse of his dad's stomach that had held his attention for countless moments during their shared meals. Now, with the light of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room, he had the chance to explore it in a way that was both intimate and taboo.
With a gentle touch, Rohan traced the edge of the belly button, feeling the softness of his father's skin. His heart raced as he pushed aside the curly hairs that surrounded the inny, revealing the shallow dip that was a part of him he had never seen so closely. His finger circled the rim before finally dipping into the center, and he felt his dad's stomach quiver slightly. It was as if his body was responding to the touch, even in sleep.
Curiosity piqued, Rohan leaned in closer, his gaze locked on the belly button. He could see the remnants of the evening's events—tiny flakes of dried cum clinging to the edges. His tongue darted out, eager to taste the salty residue. With the tip of his finger, he flicked at the dry semen, watching as it danced in the air before landing back onto his father's skin. The sight was erotic and mesmerizing, and Rohan felt his own cock stir in his pants.
As he licked his father's belly button, his mind wandered to the darker desires that had been festering within him. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was within his grasp. He slid his hand down, over the thick, hairy mound of his father's lower stomach, and found the waistband of his shorts. With trembling fingers, he unhooked them, his eyes never leaving Sourav and Sam's watchful gazes. The material loosened, revealing the treasure trove beneath—his dad's cock, thick and heavy, resting against one muscular thigh.
Without a second thought, Rohan leaned in and kissed the head of his father's cock, his tongue flicking out to catch the salty taste of precum that beaded at the slit. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he felt the velvety skin against his own. He looked up at Sourav and Sam, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they watched him explore his dad's body.
Encouraged by their silent approval, Rohan slid his father's cock out from its warm nest of hair, his hands trembling as he held the thick, veiny shaft. He had seen pictures and videos of men's genitals before, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing—his own father's cock, so close and so real. He licked along the shaft, feeling it twitch and grow harder beneath his ministrations. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—desire, guilt, and an overwhelming need to make this moment count.
With his heart racing, Rohan decided to push his boundaries even further. He had read about this in the magazine articles he had found—how some men liked to have their assholes played with, how it could bring them immense pleasure. His gaze drifted to the tight, pink pucker of his father's hole, nestled in the midst of the thick, dark thicket of hair. He had never seen anything so intimate, so private, and yet so enticing.
He took a deep breath, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to touch it. The skin was soft, the hair coarse against his fingertips as he traced the edge of the hole, feeling his father's body tense ever so slightly. Rohan felt a thrill run through him, and his cock grew even harder in his pants. He leaned in closer, his nose buried in the musky scent of his dad's ass, and let his tongue dart out to lick the sensitive skin around the opening.
The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced—salt and sweat mixed with the earthy aroma of a man's most private place. It was intoxicating, and he found himself lost in the moment, his tongue dancing around the tight ring of muscle. He could feel Sourav's and Sam's eyes on him, but their presence only served to heighten his arousal. He knew they were watching, silently urging him to go further, to claim what was rightfully his.
Gently, Rohan pushed his index finger into his father's ass, using his spit as lube. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly comforting, as if he were delving into the very essence of his own desires. He watched as his finger disappeared into the dark abyss, the tight muscle giving way to the gentle pressure. His dad's body jerked slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips. Rohan paused, his heart racing, unsure if he should continue. But the unconscious man's body seemed to be begging for more, and he was powerless to resist.
He pushed in another finger, feeling the heat and the tightness of his father's asshole. His own cock was throbbing now, eager to replace his fingers with something thicker, something more substantial. He could feel the head of his erection pressing against his own stomach, demanding to be released. He took a deep breath and pulled his fingers out, reaching down to free his cock from the confines of his pants. It sprang out, hard and slick with pre-cum, pointing towards the ceiling like a compass pointing true north.
Rohan paused, his heart pounding in his chest, as he looked at Sourav and Sam. They both nodded, their faces a mix of excitement and anticipation. He took a moment to gather his courage, then leaned over his dad's body, his cock hovering just above the tight, pink hole. He took a deep breath, then, with a gentle push, he slid the tip inside. His dad's body tensed, but he didn't wake up. Rohan took that as a sign to continue, and he pushed in deeper, his cock sinking into the warm, velvety depths of his father's ass.
He could feel the tightness gripping him, the muscles clenching around him as if trying to pull him in further. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced, and he had to bite back a moan of pleasure. His dad's asshole was so tight, so warm, and so incredibly inviting. He began to move his hips, sliding in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, the sensation of being inside a man for the first time overwhelming his senses.
Raj stirred, a low moan escaping his lips as Rohan's cock stroked the sensitive inner walls of his ass. He was still unconscious, lost in the haze of the drug, but his body was reacting instinctively to the pleasure. Rohan watched, fascinated, as his dad's cock grew hard, pointing towards his chest like an accusatory finger. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the thick, veiny shaft, his own hand looking so small in comparison.
With his other hand, Rohan began to jerk his dad off, his movements matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He had never done this before, but he had watched enough porn to know what to do. He stroked up and down, feeling the heat and the weight of the man's cock in his hand. He could feel the pulse of blood beneath the skin, the power of his father's desire beating in time with his own heart.
As he picked up the pace, his father's moans grew louder, his body arching up off the bed. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a testament to Rohan's newfound vigor. He watched, transfixed, as his dad's face contorted with pleasure and pain, his eyes squeezed shut tight as if to keep out the reality of what was happening. Rohan felt a strange thrill, a mix of power and fear, knowing that he was the one causing these sounds, these reactions.
And then it happened—his father's body tightened around him like a vice, and with a guttural roar, he shot the biggest load Rohan had ever seen. It spurted out in thick, white ropes, coating his chest and face, the warm, sticky liquid hitting his skin like droplets of rain on a scorching Mumbai afternoon. Rohan's own orgasm was a volcanic eruption inside him, filling his father's ass with his hot, pulsing cum. He threw his head back, his body convulsing as he shot his own load, crying out in a mix of pleasure and shock at the intensity of the feeling.
The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. Rohan's heart was racing so fast he thought it might leap from his chest, but he couldn't stop. He fucked his dad harder, his hips pumping with a mind of their own, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing off the walls.
As Rohan reached the peak of his climax, he pulled his cock out with a pop sound, feeling it slide out of his dad's ass with a wet, suction-like release. He watched, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief, as his cum oozed out of the used hole, dripping down his father's hairy thighs. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying—his seed mingling with the sweat that had gathered on the man's skin, creating a sticky, pearly trail that reflected the soft light from the bedside lamp.
Sourav and Sam were both fully erect, watching the scene unfold with eager lust. They had been waiting for their turn, and now that Rohan had claimed his prize, they knew it was time for them to take the reins. Sourav stepped forward, his cock bobbing in front of him, a testament to his own desire. He leaned over the sleeping Raj, his breath hot against the man's neck as he whispered, "It's time for us to show you how it's really done."
With surprising strength, Sourav flipped Raj onto his stomach, exposing his tight, hairy ass. He grabbed a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head back, exposing the strong, muscular neck. Sam, not one to be left out, approached the bed from the other side, his cock leaking precum as he gazed at the plump mounds of Raj's ass. They both knew they had to be careful—the drug would wear off soon, and they didn't want to ruin the surprise.
Sourav spread Raj's cheeks apart, revealing the pink, puckered hole that had just been claimed by Rohan's inexperienced cock. He licked his lips, his own cock now aching for its turn. He leaned in and began to tongue the tight entrance, feeling it quiver and clench against the intrusion. Meanwhile, Sam knelt beside the bed, stroking his cock as he watched Sourav's skilled mouth work.
Sourav's tongue probed deeper, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to tease the sensitive flesh within. Raj's body tensed, a low moan escaping his lips as the sensation washed over him. Sam took the cue and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Rohan. He reached around the younger man's waist and guided his cock back into his father's ass, their combined efforts eliciting a muffled groan from the sleeping giant.
Now that Rohan had broken the barrier, Sourav was eager to claim his own part in this illicit tryst. He lined up his cock, thick and veiny, and pushed into the warm, inviting hole. Rohan watched in amazement as his father's body stretched to accommodate Sourav's girth, the sight of another man fucking his dad making him feel a mix of arousal and trepidation. Sourav's hips began to move in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Raj with a slick, wet sound that seemed to echo through the room.
Rohan's own cock was still hard, desperate for attention. He reached down and began to stroke it again, watching as Sourav took over where he had left off. Sourav's eyes locked with Rohan's, a silent challenge in their depths. He wanted the young man to see what a real man could do, to understand the power of his own desires. And as he watched Sourav's muscles flex and his dad's body jerk with every thrust, Rohan felt his own lust rising again.
The three of them moved in a silent ballet of lust and passion, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Sourav's cock pounded into Raj's ass with a ferocity that was both frightening and exhilarating, his balls slapping against the man's hairy thighs with every stroke. Rohan's own cock grew harder with each slap, his hand moving faster and faster as he watched his father's body being used in such a primal, raw way.
The heat in the room was palpable, a heady mix of desire and sweat that hung in the air like a thick fog. Sourav's grunts grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he approached his climax. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of his cock. He knew he was close, so close to filling this straight, married man with his seed.
With a final, powerful thrust, Sourav let out a roar of pleasure as he erupted inside Raj's ass, his cum flooding the man's insides with a warm, sticky stream. He held himself deep inside, his cock pulsing with every spurt, marking his territory. Rohan watched in amazement, his own hand moving faster and faster on his own erection as he felt the waves of his father's pleasure wash over him.
Sam, unable to contain his excitement any longer, pulled out and stepped back from the bed. His cock was slick with precum, the head a deep shade of purple with need. He looked at Rohan, who nodded, understanding what was about to happen. With a wicked grin, Sam stepped closer to the sleeping form Roshan's father and aimed his cock at the man's broad chest, already glistening with a mix of sweat and his own semen.
With a flick of his wrist, Sam began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving the older man's face. He watched as the muscles in his chest rose and fell with each breath, the furry mounds of his pectorals moving like a gentle sea beneath the surface of the bed. He felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls, ready to be released. Rohan leaned back, his own cock still hard as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Sourav, still breathing heavily from his own climax, watched as Sam took over. He could feel the warmth of his cum inside Raj's ass, the sticky mess that was now their shared secret. He reached over and placed a hand on Rohan's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You did good, kid," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with pride.
With a sudden burst of speed, Sam shot his cum all over Raj's chest, the sticky white liquid spattering like a Jackson Pollock painting. Rohan couldn't tear his eyes away, his heart racing as he took in the sight of his father's hairy torso now painted with a new canvas of lust. The cum pooled in the divots between the man's chest hair, creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of Sam's final strokes.
As the last drops of cum fell, Sourav pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening in the lamplight. They both stepped back, their breathing heavy, and shared a look that spoke volumes. They had shared something incredibly intimate with Rohan, something that would bind them together forever. Without a word, Sourav grabbed a towel from the floor and began to clean up, wiping the sweat and cum from his own body with efficient movements. Sam followed suit, their eyes never leaving the sleeping form on the bed.
They knew they had to leave before the drug wore off and the truth came to light. They had given the young man a gift, a taste of the world that lay hidden beneath the surface of his sheltered life. Now it was time to let him digest it. They quickly got dressed, their clothes sticky with the remnants of their passionate encounter. Rohan watched them, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and confusion.
Sourav leaned over and gave Rohan a peck on the cheek, his hand lingering for a moment on the boy's shoulder. "We'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick with the promise of more to come. Sam followed suit, planting a kiss on Rohan's other cheek. "Take care of yourself," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to the still-hard cock in Rohan's hand.
The two men left the room, the sound of their footsteps fading into the night.
Rohan was left alone with his father's unconscious body, his own cock still hard and sticky with cum. The weight of what he had just done settled heavily on his shoulders, but there was also a strange sense of relief—his desires had been revealed, if only to himself. He knew he couldn't leave his dad like this, exposed and vulnerable. With trembling hands, he reached for the towel that Sourav had used and gently began to clean his father's ass, wiping away the evidence of their transgressions. ass felt firm and warm under his touch, a stark contrast to the softness of his own body. Rohan washed his dad's body and put a blanket over his dad's body. And leave the room with a soft bite to Raj's used red ears.
In his own room, Rohan collapsed onto his bed, his body still humming with the aftermath of his first sexual encounter. He lay there, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of his feelings. The walls of his room, which had once felt like a cocoon of safety, now felt suffocatingly small. He knew he had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to the memory of being inside his father. His cock grew hard again just thinking about it, slept blissfully.
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