Hello everyone a guy from India. My first time sharing a experience, story hope will forgive me if any mistake i have done.... Disclaimer: story contains incest, forced,, noncon. Soft hearted saint person stay away. 😁
The kitchen clock chimed seven, and the aroma of sizzling garlic filled the air. Ramesh, a burly man with a military posture, stirred the pot of curry with a wooden spoon. His graying mustache quivered as he tasted the stew, adding a pinch of salt to the bubbling concoction. The house phone rang, the sound jolting him out of his culinary focus. He wiped his hands on the apron and strode over to the landline, curiosity piqued.
"Papà, it's me, Hrithik," the voice on the other end said, the line crackling with anticipation. "I'm coming home this weekend with my friend Rohan."
Ramesh's heart skipped a beat. Rohan. He had known the boy for years, a good-for-nothing he always thought, but his son seemed to think the world of him. "Ah, wonderful, son," Ramesh replied, trying to keep his tone even. "Make sure you both eat well before you come. I'll make your favorite, mutton biryani."
The weekend arrived with a flurry of dusty winds that whipped through the mango orchard surrounding their home. The branches swayed, sending ripe mangoes to the ground with a soft thud. The house was abuzz with preparation. Rohan had always had a peculiar fondness for Ramesh, something that had gone unnoticed by the straight-laced man. But now, as the day grew closer, Rohan's thoughts grew darker, his desire for the muscular ex-soldier consuming him.
On the day of their arrival, Ramesh stood at the gate, sweat beading on his forehead despite the setting sun. His eyes searched the horizon as the dust cloud grew larger, eventually revealing a car that sputtered to a stop. Hrithik, tall and lanky, hopped out first, his youthful energy barely contained by his tight t-shirt. Rohan emerged from the passenger side, his gaze lingering on Ramesh's powerful frame. The sight of his friend's father, his fantasy, made Rohan's pulse quicken.
The trio spent the evening sharing stories over dinner, laughter echoing through the house. As the night grew old, the bottles grew empty, and one by one, their eyelids grew heavy. Ramesh suggested a picnic for the next day to show them the beauty of the countryside. His plan was innocent, a bonding experience, but Rohan had other ideas. His mind raced with the possibilities of the secluded spot he had picked out, the perfect place to make his darkest desires a reality.
The picnic was a success. The three of them had a wonderful time under the sprawling banyan tree, feasting on Ramesh's meticulously packed basket of food. After a round of games and some good-natured teasing, Ramesh suggested they set up camp for the night. The stars twinkled above them, and the warm glow of the campfire reflected in their eyes. The whiskey bottle was passed around, the amber liquid disappearing with each swig. Soon, father and son were snoring softly under the open sky, oblivious to the predator in their midst.
The fire had died down to embers, casting a soft, flickering glow across the clearing. Rohan, feeling bold, took advantage of the moment. He crept over to Ramesh, who lay on his back, his strong chest rising and falling steadily. He couldn't believe his luck. Carefully, he lifted the sleeping man's legs, revealing the object of his obsession - Ramesh's deep belly button and muscular armpits. His own heart thumped in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to quiet it. He didn't want to wake his unsuspecting prey.
With trembling hands, Rohan unbuckled Ramesh's pants, sliding them down to expose the thick, dark bush of hair that surrounded his cock. His own erection strained against the fabric of his trousers, desperate for release. He took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of the man he had desired for so long. The air was thick with the sweetness of the mangoes and the lingering scent of the campfire.
The night was quiet, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves. The heat from Ramesh's body was intoxicating. Rohan leaned in, his hot breath caressing Ramesh's thighs, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man before him. The moonlight cast a silver sheen over Ramesh's skin, highlighting every rippling muscle and scar earned in service to the country.
He began to kiss Ramesh's inner thighs, his tongue tracing a line up to the base of his cock. It twitched in response, and Rohan's excitement grew. He took the head in his mouth, savoring the salty taste, and began to suck. He had fantasized about this moment so many times, and now it was happening. His own cock was rock hard, pressing painfully against his zipper, but he ignored it, focusing all his attention on the task at hand.
The sound of fabric tearing made him freeze for a second. Rohan had ripped his own shirt in his haste. He had to have Ramesh now. He climbed over the sleeping man, his own bare chest brushing against the coarse military-issued underwear that barely contained the ex-soldier's erection. Rohan's hands trembled as he reached behind to unbuckle his own belt. His pants fell to the ground, revealing his rock-hard cock, leaking pre-cum in anticipation.
With a gentle touch, he traced Ramesh's belly button, feeling it pulse in response. He poked it gently, watching the skin around it tense and redden with each touch. Rohan's tongue darted out, licking the sensitive spot before diving in, his tongue delving into the deep cavern of Ramesh's navel. He could taste the faint hint of sweat and spices from the day's cooking. His breath was hot and wet against Ramesh's skin, making it glisten in the moonlight.
Rohan's hands moved up to Ramesh's armpits, the scent of manhood and a day spent outdoors filling his nose. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring with desire. His mouth watered as he leaned in to lick and kiss the furry crooks of Ramesh's arms, his teeth grazing the skin. Ramesh's body was like a fine wine, and he wanted to savor every inch of it.
With a sense of urgency, Rohan straddled Ramesh's waist, his cock now brushing against the older man's abs. He leaned in closer, his tongue snaking out to taste the salt and sweat of Ramesh's deep belly button. He poked it gently at first, watching it pucker and the surrounding skin tense. The thrill of the forbidden sent shivers down his spine. He licked it, feeling it pulse faster with each pass of his tongue. Ramesh stirred slightly, a low moan escaping his lips, but he remained unconscious.
Emboldened, Rohan began to suck and nibble at the belly button, feeling it swell and redden under his ministrations. He could feel the heat from Ramesh's core, and his own desire grew more insistent. He took a moment to sniff the man's armpits, the scent of musk and male pheromones driving him wild. His nose buried in the thick jungle excitement as he positioned himself behind Ramesh. He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. The moment he had dreamed of for so long. He took a deep breath and pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle.
Ramesh's body tensed, a muffled cry escaping his lips. Rohan felt the warm, slick blood on his cock as he tore through the man's innocence. He had never felt anything so tight, so perfect. It was as if Ramesh's body was made for this, for him. He gripped Ramesh's hips, his nails digging into the flesh as he thrust deeper, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the night air, punctuated by the occasional gasp or grunt.
Rohan's strokes grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged pants. He could feel his orgasm building, a volcano ready to erupt. The pain in his own ass was intense, but he pushed through it, driven by his desire. He had to make this moment count. He reached around, wrapping his hand around Ramesh's still-soft cock, and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. The ex-soldier's body was a maelstrom of sensations - pain, pleasure, and confusion swirling together in a heady mix.
The first spurt of cum hit Ramesh's face, a warm, sticky mess that made him flinch. Rohan's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, his cock pulsing with every spurt. He collapsed onto Ramesh's back, his breath hot and ragged against the man's neck. His chest heaved with exertion, and his heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their mingled breaths and the rustling of the leaves.
Rohan pulled out, the cold air hitting Ramesh's abused hole like a slap in the face. He took one last look at the man he had violated, the sticky mess of cum and blood a stark contrast against the moonlit skin. He knew he had crossed a line, that there was no going back from this. But the high was too intense to care about the consequences. He quickly cleaned himself up, tucking his now-flaccid cock back into his pants, and retreated to his own tent, leaving Ramesh alone in the night.
The next morning, Ramesh woke with the sunrise, his body stiff and sore. He reached down to his ass, feeling the stickiness and tenderness that sent a shiver down his spine. His mind was fuzzy with alcohol, but the memory of the night before began to seep in. The pain in his ass was real, and with horror, he realized what had happened. He was no longer a man who had never known the touch of another male.
He sat up, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The camp was silent except for the distant chirp of birds and the crackle of the dying embers of the campfire. His son, Hrithik, was still passed out next to him, blissfully unaware of the violation that had occurred just a few feet away. Rohan was nowhere to be seen.
Ramesh's hand went to his mouth, feeling the sticky residue of his own cum mixed with Rohan's. His stomach churned, and he realized he had been used, taken without consent. His mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The whiskey had clouded his thoughts, but the pain and the unmistakable feeling of penetration were etched into his consciousness.
With trembling legs, he staggered to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. The cold tile floor sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he ignored it. He needed to cleanse himself of the filth that clung to him. The shower water was icy, but he didn't care. He stood under the spray, scrubbing at his skin until it was raw, trying to wash away the memories. His asshole burned with every movement, a stark reminder of what had been done to him.
As the water cascaded down his back, Ramesh felt something wet and warm trickle down his leg. He looked down and saw red mixing with the water swirling around the drain. He stifled a scream, his hand shooting to his ass to find it smeared in blood. He had never felt so violated, so utterly destroyed. He leaned against the shower wall, the water now scalding his skin, as the tears fell from his eyes, mixing with the crimson flow.
The pain was unbearable as he tried to move his bowels. The alcohol had done its job in loosening his stools, but the brutal intrusion from the night before had left his body in agony. Each spasm brought forth a fresh wave of pain, and with it, a new sense of humiliation. He bit his lip hard to keep from crying out, the taste of copper flooding his mouth. The smell of shit and blood filled the bathroom, a stark contrast to the clean, antiseptic scent of the soap.
To be connected....
