I adjusted my backpack as I walked up the driveway to Priya's house. It wasn't that heavy. I had packed a few clothes and some essentials for the weekend. Still, it felt heavier with every step.
Maybe that was because I was about to meet Priya's parents for the first time.
I stopped for a second and took a deep breath.
Priya and I had been dating for a few months. Sometimes it still felt unreal. She was one of the prettiest girls in our college. She had long dark hair, a bright smile, and a way of making everyone around her feel comfortable. She was smart too. The kind of person who could top an exam and still somehow have a social life.
Then there was me.
I was quiet, skinny, and the kind of guy who spent more time studying than talking. I wore glasses, had dark skin, and looked younger than most guys my age. People often joked that my skin was smoother than theirs. I never knew how to respond to that.
Honestly, if someone had told me a year ago that a girl like Priya would be my girlfriend, I would have thought they were making fun of me.
Priya had always been open with her parents about our relationship. They knew all about me. According to her, they seemed happy that she was dating someone who treated her well. Even so, hearing about them and actually meeting them were two very different things.
The timing made it even more nerve wracking.
Her parents had planned a weekend trip to a luxury heritage resort near Ooty and had invited me to come along. The place sounded incredible. It was an old colonial era palace that had been turned into a resort. There were misty mountain views, a swimming pool, a spa, and more luxury than I had ever experienced in my life.
Part of me thought the invitation meant they already liked me.
Another part of me thought it was a two day interview.
I wiped my palms on my jeans, walked up to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
"Rahul!" Uncle Rajesh said with a broad smile. "Right on time, da!"
"Hi, Uncle," I replied.
Before I could step inside, he reached for my backpack.
"Oh, it's okay, I can carry it," I said automatically.
"Nonsense," he said, taking it from me anyway.
The bag looked a lot lighter in his hand than it had on my shoulder.
Uncle Rajesh was an IPS officer, and he looked exactly how you'd expect a senior police officer to look. He was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders and a solid build. Even though he was in his forties, he looked like someone who never skipped a workout. His thick black hair was starting to turn grey at the temples, and he had a neatly trimmed mustache that somehow made him look both friendly and intimidating at the same time.
I had spoken to him only a few times over the phone before. In person, his deep voice and imposing presence were even more noticeable.
"Come in, come in, We're almost ready," he said, stepping aside.
I walked into the house, trying not to look as nervous as I felt.
The first few hours passed surprisingly quickly.
We talked about college, movies, cricket, and the endless Chennai traffic. Uncle Rajesh had a story for everything. Half of them were funny and the other half sounded like scenes from an action movie.
At one point I asked him if being a police officer was really as exciting as people imagined.
"No," he said.
I nodded.
Then he smiled.
"Most of the time it's more exciting."
That got everyone's attention.
For the next hour he entertained us with stories from his career. Some were hilarious. Others were just unbelievable.
As afternoon turned into evening, the scenery outside began to change. The flat roads slowly gave way to winding highways and distant hills.
We stopped a few times for tea, snacks, and fuel. By the time darkness settled over the road, everyone was starting to feel the long journey.
Aunty Meena was the first to fall asleep.
Priya shifted closer in the back seat and rested her head on my shoulder. It also made her bolder. She snuggled close and placed her hand near my thighs, then slowly moved it over my shorts. She had a bag pulled over her lap for cover. I was instantly hard, my cock throbbing under her teasing fingers. I was terrified Uncle Rajesh would notice in the rearview mirror.
"Relax," she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric, squeezing gently and rubbing the leaking head.
I glanced nervously at the front. Uncle Rajesh's eyes stayed on the road, but I swore I saw them flick to the mirror once. My heart pounded as Priya kept stroking me slowly, making me leak precum into my shorts the entire climb into the hills.
"Does your dad ever get tired?" I whispered hoarsely.
Priya just smiled mischievously and kept teasing me.
The roads became quieter as we climbed higher. Soft music played. Priya’s hand never stopped until I was painfully hard and desperate.
A few minutes later, Uncle Rajesh pointed ahead.
"Here we are."
The resort was breathtaking. Warm golden lights illuminated a grand colonial-era building surrounded by mist-covered hills.
"Not bad, right?" Priya said.
"Not bad? Priya, this place looks like a palace," I said, still trying to hide how painfully hard I still was from her relentless teasing in the car.
At check-in, there was a problem. The resort had only two rooms available due to a last-minute booking error. Aunty Meena decided calmly, “Rajesh and Rahul will share the bigger deluxe room. Priya and I will take the other.”
My stomach dropped. No chance of being with Priya — not in a traditional family like this anyway.
Uncle Rajesh clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. “We’ll manage, da. Don’t be shy.”
At check-in, there was a problem.
the receptionist looked increasingly uncomfortable as she typed on her computer.
"I'm very sorry, sir. There appears to have been a booking error."
My heart immediately sank.
After several minutes of discussion, the situation became clear. The resort only had two rooms available instead of the three that had been reserved.
Aunty Meena sighed. "Fine. We'll manage."
She looked at the room details for a moment before making her decision.
"Rajesh and Rahul can take the deluxe room. Priya and I will take the other one."
My stomach dropped like a stone. I tried very hard not to let the panic show on my face, but I could feel my cheeks burning. Share a room with Uncle Rajesh? For three whole nights? He was such an imposing man — tall, broad, and always carrying that quiet authority that made juniors and subordinates straighten up instantly. The thought of being alone with him in a closed room made me strangely nervous. What would we even talk about? Would I say something stupid and embarrass myself in front of Priya’s father?
Beside me, Priya gave me a sympathetic but slightly amused look. "Poor Rahul," she whispered.
Beside me, Priya gave me a sympathetic but slightly amused look. "Poor Rahul," she whispered, squeezing my hand quickly.
I forced a weak smile and nodded. "It's fine, Aunty. No problem at all."
Uncle Rajesh slung a heavy, muscular arm around my shoulder, pulling me slightly against his solid side. The casual strength in that grip made my breath catch.
"We'll manage, da. Don't be shy," he said, his deep voice calm and reassuring. But when I glanced up at him, there was a faint, amused glint in his eyes — as if he found my discomfort mildly entertaining. Or worse… as if he knew something I didn’t.
"Of course, Uncle," I mumbled, my voice barely steady.
Ten minutes later, a staff member led us to our rooms. Priya and Aunty Meena disappeared into theirs with cheerful goodnights, while Uncle Rajesh and I headed down a quieter, dimly lit corridor. For the first time all day, it was just the two of us. The silence felt heavier than my backpack had earlier.
The deluxe room was stunning — high wooden ceilings, a grand fireplace, a private balcony overlooking the misty Nilgiri hills, and elegant colonial-era furniture. There was a spacious bathroom with a rain shower. But my eyes immediately locked onto the single, massive king-sized bed in the center. It was clearly meant for a couple. Honeymooners. The kind of bed Priya and I had secretly fantasized about sharing this weekend.
One bed. My throat went dry. There wasn’t even a sofa big enough for me to sleep on.
Uncle Rajesh closed the door behind us with a soft click that sounded far too final. He set our bags down and stretched, his broad chest straining against his shirt.
"Nice room," he said casually, walking over to the balcony for a moment before turning back to me. "We’ll be comfortable here, Rahul. Don’t look so nervous, beta. We’re both men. It’s just sleeping."
He smiled again — that same knowing, slightly amused smile — and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the thick, dark hair covering his powerful chest.
I nodded quickly, but my mind was racing. Just sleeping. Yeah. Sure. With Priya’s towering, muscular father right beside me the entire night while I was still half-hard from her teasing. This was going to be torture.
After dinner, Priya kept teasing me under the table with her fingers, brushing my throbbing cock through my pants until I was desperate. When we returned to the room, Uncle Rajesh went for a shower first.
He came out wearing only a white towel low on his hips. Water droplets clung to his hairy, muscular chest and abs. The towel did little to hide the heavy bulge swinging between his thick thighs. I quickly looked away, my face burning.
I took a long cold shower, trying to calm down. When I stepped out in just my boxers, Uncle Rajesh was lying on his side of the bed in a tight black vest and black briefs that hugged his powerful body. The room lights were dim.
I couldn’t sleep.
The king-sized bed felt enormous, yet somehow too small with Uncle Rajesh lying just a foot away. I kept thinking about Priya. In my fantassies,she was supposed to be here beside me tonight. . Instead, she was two floors away with her mother, and I was sharing a bed with her father.
My mind wouldn’t shut up. I imagined Priya sneaking into the room, climbing on top of me in her thin nightie, kissing me shyly before guiding my hand between her legs…
Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under.
In the dream, Priya was on top of me, grinding slowly, whispering my name. Her hand was stroking my cock, warm and confident. It felt so real. I moaned softly and pushed into her grip, my hips moving on their own.
Then I woke up with a jolt.
The pleasure didn’t stop.
Exhaustion finally pulled me under.
In the dream, Priya was straddling me, her warm hand stroking my hard cock as she whispered my name. It felt so incredibly real. I moaned softly and thrust into her grip, lost in the pleasure.
Then my eyes fluttered open.
The pleasure didn’t stop.
A large, rough hand was still wrapped tightly around my throbbing cock, stroking me with slow, confident strokes. I froze, heart slamming against my ribs.
This wasn’t a dream anymore.
“Uncle…?” I whispered, my voice shaky with shock and disbelief.
A large, rough hand was wrapped firmly around my hard cock, stroking me with slow, deliberate movements. My boxers were already pulled down to my thighs. My heart hammered wildly as I realized the heavy, muscular body spooning me from behind wasn’t Priya.
“Uncle…?” I whispered, voice trembling with shock and confusion.
“Shhh, da,” Uncle Rajesh’s deep voice rumbled softly against my ear, his thick mustache brushing the back of my neck. “You were moaning in your sleep. Rock hard and leaking like a desperate boy. I saw how Priya teased you the whole drive… rubbing that little cock under the bag.”
His hand never stopped stroking — slow, slick, perfect. I gasped as his thumb circled the wet head, spreading my precum.
For a few seconds I thought I was still dreaming. This couldn’t be real. Priya’s father wasn’t… touching me like this.
But then he pulled my boxers lower, completely exposing me, and pressed his massive, thick erection against my bare ass. The heavy heat of it made my breath catch. One of his big hands slid under my t-shirt and found my nipple, squeezing it gently, then rolling it between his fingers.
A sharp, unfamiliar jolt of pleasure shot through me. I whimpered.
“Uncle… we shouldn’t… this is wrong…” I protested weakly, even as my cock throbbed harder in his fist and my hips twitched forward involuntarily.
Rajesh chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his broad chest into my back. He pinched my nipple a little harder, sending another confusing wave of pleasure-pain through my body.
“Relax, Rahul. Just feel it. Your body is liking it, da. Look how hard you are for me… leaking all over Daddy’s fingers.” He gave my cock a slow, twisting stroke. “First time a man is touching you like this, isn’t it? Feels good, doesn’t it?””
I wanted to push his hand away. I knew I should. But the feeling was overwhelming — his strong body completely enveloping my slim frame, his expert hand working my cock, the way he played with my nipples like he knew exactly how to make me squirm. No one had ever touched me like this. It felt dirty… and shamefully good.
He pressed his thick cock between my ass cheeks, not entering me yet, just sliding it up and down slowly, letting me feel its size and heat while he continued stroking me.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “Let Uncle take care of you tonight. Priya doesn’t have to know how much her boyfriend likes Daddy’s touch…"
He pulled me tighter against him, completely enveloping my slim, smooth body with his powerful, hairy frame. The heat radiating from his chest, the coarse hair rubbing against my back, the heavy weight of his muscular arm holding me in place — it felt strangely… safe. Protected. And shamefully arousing. No one had ever held me like this before.
I tried to fight it. I really did. But every slow stroke of his rough palm made my resolve crack a little more. My breathing grew ragged. My hips started moving on their own, fucking into his fist.
“That’s it, boy… just let go,” he whispered, kissing the side of my neck. “You feel so good in Daddy’s arms. So soft. So needy.”
Suddenly, Rajesh gripped my shoulder and turned me onto my back. Before I could protest, his strong hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face up. His lips crashed down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss.
It wasn’t gentle. It was dominant and overwhelming. His thick mustache scratched roughly against my smooth upper lip as his tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming it. He tasted like mint and man. The sheer masculinity of the kiss — the way his stubble scraped my skin, the power in his jaw, the way he devoured my mouth like he owned it — completely melted what was left of my resistance.
A helpless moan escaped into his mouth. My body went limp beneath him as I started kissing him back, shy and clumsy at first, then more desperately. My hands clutched at his broad, hairy chest.
When he finally pulled back, my lips were swollen and wet, and my head was spinning.
“Good boy,” he growled softly, sounding deeply pleased. “Now turn around. I want you to taste Daddy’s cock, da.”
He didn’t wait for me to move. With effortless strength, Rajesh flipped my slim body around like I weighed nothing, positioning us in a 69. His massive, hairy thighs straddled my head, and his thick 8.5-inch cock slapped heavily against my cheek, smearing precum across my skin.
“Suck it, boy,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Open that pretty mouth for Daddy.”
I hesitated for a second, staring at the enormous veiny shaft hovering over me. But Rajesh grabbed the back of my head with one strong hand and pushed the fat, leaking head past my lips.
“Mmmph—!” My mouth stretched wide around him. The musky, salty taste flooded my tongue as he fed me the first few inches.
“That’s it… good little cocksucker,” he groaned in approval, slowly rocking his hips while his mouth descended on my own cock again. He sucked me with filthy, wet sounds, but it was clear he was in total control.
He pushed deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. “Relax your throat, da. Breathe through your nose. Daddy’s going to teach you how to take real cock like a proper slut.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled, but his dominant tone and the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth on my dick made me want to please him. I tried harder, sucking sloppily, my hands clutching his thick, muscular thighs. Every time I took a little more, he rewarded me with a deep groan and sucked me harder.
The power imbalance was intoxicating. This huge, authoritative man — my girlfriend’s father — was using my mouth while completely dominating my body. I felt small. Helpless. And shamefully turned on.
After a few minutes, Rajesh pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening shaft.
“Look at you… already such a messy little slut for me,” he said, voice thick with lust. He gave my face a light slap with his heavy cock. “Now present that ass to Daddy, boy.”
He manhandled me onto my stomach, then roughly pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face still pressed into the sheets. I felt completely exposed.
Rajesh spread my smooth ass cheeks wide with both hands and dove in again, this time with even more hunger. His thick mustache scraped against my sensitive skin as his strong tongue licked, probed, and fucked into my virgin hole. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
“Fuck… such a sweet, tight little pussy,” he growled between licks. “Tastes so fucking good. You’re going to be Daddy’s secret slutty hole from now on, aren’t you, da?”
I moaned loudly into the mattress, my whole body shaking from the intense, unfamiliar pleasure. “Uncle… oh god… it feels so strange… so good…”
He ate me aggressively, tongue-fucking me deeper, occasionally biting my ass cheeks and spanking me lightly. My cock was rock hard again and leaking onto the sheets beneath me. Any remaining shame had melted away — I was pushing back against his face like a desperate whore.
Rajesh finally pulled back, his chin wet with spit. He reached for the bottle of coconut oil on the bedside table.
“Time to get this virgin pundai (pussy) ready for Daddy’s sunni (cock), da,” he said, pouring a generous amount of coconut oil over my twitching hole and his thick fingers. “You’re going to take every inch tonight, boy. And you’re going to beg for it like the needy little thevidiya (whore) you are.”
His oil-coated finger circled my virgin hole slowly, teasing the tight ring of muscle.
“Feel that, da? Your tiny hole is already twitching and kissing my finger. Such a hungry little slut you are.”
He took his time, working me open with patience and dominance. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, stretching me carefully while he whispered filthy words against my ear.
“So fucking tight… Priya’s innocent boyfriend has a virgin ass even tighter than his mother-in-law’s pussy. I’m going to ruin it for her completely.”
By the time he forced a third finger in, I was moaning shamelessly and pushing back against his hand like a desperate whore.
Rajesh pulled his fingers out, flipped me onto all fours, and spread my legs wide. His fat, oiled cockhead pressed against my tiny, twitching hole.
“It’s too big, Uncle… please… I can’t take it…” I whimpered, fear and arousal mixing in my voice.
“You will take every single inch, my good boy,” he growled, gripping my hips firmly. “Daddy’s going to stretch this tight virgin pundai (pussy) wide open tonight.”
He pushed forward. The fat head popped inside me, and white-hot pain exploded through my body. I cried out sharply, tears leaking from my eyes as he kept pushing, forcing inch after thick inch into me.
“Fuck… so goddamn tight… fighting Daddy’s cock like a scared little bitch,” he groaned in pleasure. “Breathe, da. Let it in. This hole belongs to me now.”
The burning, tearing pain was brutal. I was gasping, sobbing, and gripping the sheets tightly as he slowly buried every inch until his heavy balls rested against me. I felt impossibly full.
“Shhh… good boy. Daddy’s big sunni (cock) is all the way inside your guts now. Feel how full you are? This is what a real man feels like.”
He stayed buried deep, stroking my cock gently to keep me hard while kissing and biting my neck. After several long minutes, the sharp pain slowly melted into a deep, throbbing fullness. He began fucking me with long, slow, deep strokes.
“Take it, boy… take Daddy’s thick sunni (cock). This is what you were made for — not my daughter’s pussy, but getting your boy-hole wrecked by her father.”
Every thrust made me whimper. The pain gradually mixed with sharp bursts of pleasure as he hammered my prostate.
“Listen to that wet, filthy sound… your greedy little pundai (pussy) is sucking me in. You’re my secret thevidiya (whore) now. Priya’s sweet boyfriend is moaning like a slut for her Daddy.”
I came first — hands-free — shooting hard across the sheets while my hole clenched violently around him. The intense mix of pain and pleasure made my orgasm incredibly powerful.
Uncle Rajesh growled like a wild animal and slammed deep. “Here it comes, da… take Daddy’s hot seed! I’m breeding this virgin hole… filling your guts with my thick cum! Take every drop, you little cumdump thevidiya (whore)!”
Powerful jets of hot cum flooded deep inside me. He pumped rope after rope while groaning filthy praises, breeding me thoroughly.
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he rolled me onto my side, still buried inside, and kept slowly fucking me through his softening cock, pushing his load deeper. “Keep Daddy’s cum inside you, slut. It stays in your belly tonight.”
Fifteen minutes later, he was rock hard again.
He slowly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and leaking. A thick trail of his cum dripped down my thighs. Rajesh manhandled me onto all fours and pushed my face down into the wet, cum-stained sheets.
“Smell it, da. Smell Daddy’s seed mixed with your own ass. This is what a well-used boy smells like now.”
Then he mounted me again, this time with much less mercy. His thick cock slammed back inside in one powerful thrust, making me cry out. He started fucking me harder and faster, his heavy balls slapping against me with every stroke. His big hand came down hard, spanking my smooth ass until it burned bright red.
“You like that pain, don’t you, boy?” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “Tell Daddy whose cock you crave more than Priya’s.”
“Yours, Uncle… Daddy’s cock…” I moaned brokenly, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Louder, da! Tell me you’re mine now!” He wrapped one strong arm around my throat, choking me lightly from behind while he destroyed my hole. The obscene, wet squelching sounds filled the entire room.
“I’m yours, Daddy! I want your cock!” I gasped, completely lost in submission.
Rajesh pulled out suddenly, yanked me around, and shoved his glistening cock straight down my throat.
“Clean it, boy. Taste your own ass and Daddy’s cum on my sunni (cock).”
I sucked obediently, choking and drooling as he fucked my face. When he was satisfied, he flipped me onto my back and drove back inside me in a single brutal thrust.
“Gonna flood this sloppy hole again,” he snarled. “Take every drop like the greedy boy you are.”
He pounded me deep and hard until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded a second massive load, pumping even more hot cum into my already full guts.
He still didn’t pull out. Fifteen minutes later, he was hard once more.
This time Rajesh lay on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me, da. Show Daddy how much you need this.”
I straddled his powerful body, my legs shaking as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock. The stretch was still intense, but the fullness felt addictive now. I started moving, riding him with growing desperation while he gripped my hips and thrust up to meet me.
“Oombu da en sunniya (Suck Daddy’s cock)… un pundai enakku thaan (your hole belongs to me)… nee en personal thevidiya (you are my personal whore),” he groaned in Tamil, his voice rough with lust. “Priya oda boyfriend aana en poola oombura cumdump (Priya’s boyfriend but sucking my cock like a cumdump).”
I rode him faster, moaning loudly as he played with my nipples and stroked my leaking cock. The pleasure was overwhelming.
Finally, he flipped us again, putting me in a brutal mating press — my legs pushed all the way back to my shoulders. He loomed over me, staring into my eyes with raw dominance as he pounded me mercilessly.
“Look at me while I breed you, boy,” he growled. “Eyes on Daddy.”
He slammed deep one final time and came with a deep, animalistic groan, pumping a third heavy load so far inside me that I could almost feel it in my stomach. Pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum filled me until it was overflowing and leaking out around his cock.
By the end of the night, I was a wrecked, cum-filled, trembling mess — completely claimed by my girlfriend’s father.
Rajesh stayed buried inside me for a long time, slowly grinding his hips as if to push every drop deeper. He kissed my neck and whispered against my ear, his deep voice husky and satisfied.
“Look at you, da… leaking Daddy’s cum like a proper little wife. My daughter’s innocent boyfriend, now lying here with his guts full of my seed. You enjoyed it, didn’t you? All that shame on your face, but your hole kept squeezing me so greedily.”
I buried my face in his hairy chest, burning with humiliation even as my body still twitched with aftershocks of pleasure. The mix of intense shame and deep, forbidden satisfaction made my head spin. I had just been fucked senseless by Priya’s father — multiple times — and some twisted part of me had loved every second of it.
“I… I shouldn’t have…” I whispered weakly, voice hoarse from moaning.
Rajesh chuckled darkly and pulled me tighter against his powerful body, his thick cock still half-hard inside me.
“Too late for that, boy. You’re mine now. My secret man-wife when Priya isn’t looking. This tight hole belongs to Daddy from tonight onwards.” He gave a slow, possessive thrust, making me whimper. “And you want it again already, don’t you? I can feel you clenching around me. Good. Because I’m going to use you all weekend — every chance I get.”
His words sent another wave of shameful arousal through me. Even though my ass burned and I felt sore and filthy, I couldn’t deny the strange thrill of being wanted so possessively by this dominant, masculine man.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, I could only nod weakly against his chest. Rajesh finally pulled out carefully and spooned me from behind, wrapping one heavy arm around my waist. His cum continued to leak slowly from my sore hole as he held me close like I truly belonged to him.
“Sleep now, da,” he murmured, kissing the back of my neck. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
With my body aching, my mind spinning with shame and strange new pleasure, and my ass still full of my girlfriend’s father’s cum, I drifted off in his strong arms.
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