It was a dreary evening when Sreejith, a 42-year-old government employee, stood under the sheltered veranda of his isolated home, gazing out at the sheets of rain that poured down heavily from the sky. His remote house, tucked away in a small village in Tamil Nadu, felt even more lonely today. His wife, Leena, had gone to visit her mother in Kerala for the week, and he had nothing but the rain and the solitude of the rural landscape to keep him company. The sound of the downpour against the roof was both calming and melancholic, heightening the sense of isolation.
It was nearing 5:30 In the evening, yet the storm had darkened the sky as though night had already fallen. Sreejith took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly, when through the blurred vision of the rain, he saw a figure approaching. It was hard to make out at first, but as the figure came closer, Sreejith realized it was an old man, drenched from head to toe, struggling against the storm as he walked toward Sreejith’s house.
Sreejith’s first thought was concern. This was an isolated area with no nearby houses, and the sight of the man, soaked and frail, stirred a sense of pity in him. He stepped forward, beckoning to the stranger.
“Come in, Uncle,” Sreejith called, his voice carrying through the rain. “You’re drenched!”
The old man shuffled onto the veranda, his body trembling from the cold and his clothes clinging tightly to his thin frame. He was shivering so badly that his words came out in a stutter. “T-Thank you, sir,” he managed to say between chattering teeth. He was clearly in his late fifties, his face worn with age and hardship.
Sreejith immediately grabbed a towel and handed it to the man. “Here, dry yourself off,” he said, watching as the man began to wipe the rain from his face and hair. “You’re going to catch a fever if you stay like this.”
The old man sighed, his eyes reflecting exhaustion. “My name is Rajan,” he said quietly. “I’m from a village a few miles away. My wife passed away last year, and my children… they don’t want me around anymore.” His voice was laced with sadness, and the weight of his situation became evident. “I came here looking for work, but this rain…” His words trailed off, as though he didn’t have the energy to continue.
Sreejith felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. The man looked so frail, so defeated. “That’s terrible, Uncle,” Sreejith said, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be out in weather like this. Come inside, and I’ll get you some dry clothes. You can wait here until the rain stops.”
Rajan looked at him gratefully, nodding his thanks. “You’re very kind.”
The power was out, save for the small inverter that kept the kitchen and bedroom dimly lit. Sreejith led the old man inside, guiding him toward the bedroom. He quickly fetched a lungi and a shirt from his wardrobe, handing them to Rajan. “Here, Uncle. Change into these so you can warm up.”
Rajan nodded again, shivering as he began to undo his soaked shirt. The man wrapped the towel around his waist, removing his shirt slowly, his frail body trembling from the cold. He fumbled with his dhoti, attempting to change when both the towel and the dhoti slipped from his hands, falling to the floor. In an instant, Rajan was left completely naked in front of Sreejith.
Sreejith’s eyes widened in shock. His gaze, almost involuntarily, was drawn downward to Rajan’s groin. For a man his age, Rajan’s cock was shockingly large, hanging thickly between his legs. It was something Sreejith had never expected to see, and he couldn’t turn his eyes away. He stood there, frozen, as his mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
Rajan noticed the younger man’s reaction and smiled slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You’ve never seen something like this before, have you?” Rajan asked in a teasing tone.
Sreejith, still flustered, shook his head. “No, it’s not that,” he stammered. “It’s just… I’ve never seen one that big before.” His voice was shaky, betraying the confusion and curiosity swirling inside him.
Rajan took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “You’re alone here, aren’t you?” he asked, his gaze intent on Sreejith.
“Yes,” Sreejith replied softly, his heart pounding in his chest. “My wife is away for a week.”
Rajan’s smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with understanding. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a kind of knowing seduction. His hand reached out, resting lightly on Sreejith’s shoulder. The touch was warm, despite the chill in the air.
Sreejith’s mind raced. He had never thought of himself as someone who would be attracted to another man, yet here he was, standing frozen before Rajan, unable to deny the growing arousal stirring inside him. His body was reacting in ways he hadn’t anticipated, and he didn’t know how to respond. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he nodded.
Rajan moved in closer, his hand sliding from Sreejith’s shoulder to the back of his neck. Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Sreejith’s neck. The kiss was soft at first, gentle, as if testing the waters. But the warmth of Rajan’s breath and the softness of his lips against Sreejith’s skin sent an electric jolt through his body.
“You’re trembling,” Rajan murmured, his voice husky and teasing. “Relax.”
Sreejith felt like he was on fire, his body responding instinctively to Rajan’s touch. He had never felt anything like this before, and the intensity of the sensations took him by surprise. His cock stirred beneath his lungi, growing hard against the fabric. His breath hitched in his throat as Rajan continued kissing his neck, his lips trailing down to his collarbone, sending shivers through Sreejith’s body.
Rajan’s hands were slow, deliberate as they unbuttoned Sreejith’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. His fingers grazed Sreejith’s chest, teasing his nipples until they hardened under his touch. Sreejith moaned softly, his body betraying him as it melted under Rajan’s expert hands.
The older man’s kisses grew bolder, traveling up to Sreejith’s face. He kissed along his jawline, then captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Sreejith, caught up in the moment, returned the kiss, their mouths moving together as the kiss deepened. Rajan’s tongue slipped between his lips, exploring his mouth, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t known existed.
Sreejith could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Rajan’s hands roamed lower, slipping beneath his lungi. His fingers brushed against Sreejith’s cock, which was now fully erect, throbbing against his belly. Sreejith moaned again, the sensation of Rajan’s hand stroking him sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
“You’re so hard,” Rajan whispered against his lips, his hand tightening around Sreejith’s cock. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Sreejith nodded, unable to speak, his body craving more of Rajan’s touch. The older man smiled, his hand moving more deliberately now, stroking Sreejith’s cock with slow, steady motions. Sreejith felt his knees go weak, the pleasure almost overwhelming him.
“Let’s move to the bed,” Rajan said, his voice filled with a mix of desire and command. He led Sreejith over to the bed, sitting on the edge and patting his lap. “Kneel here.”
Sreejith hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was happening, but the intensity of the moment was too much to resist. He knelt in front of Rajan, feeling the heat of the older man’s body as he placed his head in Rajan’s lap. The thin fabric of Rajan’s lungi did little to conceal the hardness beneath, and Sreejith could feel the man’s thick cock pressing against him.
Rajan’s fingers slid through Sreejith’s hair, guiding him gently. “Go ahead,” Rajan whispered, his voice thick with lust. “I want you to taste it.”
With trembling hands, Sreejith reached up and pulled back Rajan’s lungi, revealing the man’s massive cock. It was even bigger up close, the thick shaft semi-erect, glistening with pre-cum. Sreejith stared at it for a moment, mesmerized by its size, before leaning forward. He kissed the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum on his lips.
Rajan groaned softly, his hands tightening in Sreejith’s hair as he encouraged him. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Take it in your mouth.”
Sreejith opened his mouth, taking the head of Rajan’s cock between his lips. It was warm, thick, and as he began to suck, he felt it harden even more. Rajan moaned, his hips shifting as Sreejith worked to take more of his massive cock into his mouth. The sensation of Rajan filling his mouth was intoxicating, and he felt a thrill run through him as he realized how much he was enjoying this.
Sreejith focused on the rhythm, using his tongue to swirl around the tip and along the shaft. He pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his heart racing as he gazed up at Rajan. The older man looked down at him, his eyes filled with lust and encouragement.
“Good boy,” Rajan murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re doing so well. Take more, I want to feel your mouth around me.”
With a renewed sense of determination, Sreejith took a deep breath and lowered his head again, trying to take more of Rajan’s length. He struggled a bit, the girth stretching his mouth as he slid his lips down the shaft. He could taste the salty pre-cum, a mixture of sweetness and heat that made him moan involuntarily around the cock.
Rajan’s hands tightened in Sreejith’s hair, guiding him gently as he began to thrust his hips in time with Sreejith’s movements. “Yes, just like that,” Rajan groaned, encouraging him. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Sreejith felt a wave of pride wash over him at the praise, and he pushed himself to take even more. He bobbed his head up and down, feeling Rajan’s cock slide deeper into his throat. The older man’s breathing quickened, his moans growing louder as Sreejith worked tirelessly, trying to please him.
The pleasure built within Sreejith as well. He could feel his own cock straining with need, throbbing with desire, but he was too focused on giving Rajan pleasure to pay attention to his own.
After several minutes of worshipping Rajan’s cock, the older man pulled Sreejith up gently by the shoulders. “That’s enough for now,” he said with a grin, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to feel you too.”
Rajan shifted Sreejith onto the bed, positioning him on all fours. Sreejith felt a mix of anticipation and nerves as Rajan moved behind him, his hands gripping Sreejith’s hips firmly.
“Are you ready?” Rajan asked, his voice low and commanding. Sreejith nodded, biting his lip in anticipation.
Rajan took his time, pouring some oil onto his fingers before spreading it over Sreejith’s anus. The coolness of the oil contrasted with the warmth of his body, and Sreejith shivered as Rajan’s fingers began to work their way inside him.
The initial pressure was uncomfortable, but as Rajan twisted his fingers, Sreejith felt pleasure bubbling up inside him. “Just breathe,” Rajan encouraged, his voice smooth. “You’ll get used to it.”
Sreejith focused on relaxing, feeling the heat build with every gentle thrust of Rajan’s fingers. Soon, the discomfort faded entirely, replaced by a warm, throbbing need. Rajan added a second finger, stretching him further, and Sreejith let out a low moan as he felt his body accommodate the intrusion.
“That’s it,” Rajan praised, his breath warm against Sreejith’s back. “You’re doing so well. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”
After a few moments of preparation, Rajan pulled his fingers out, leaving Sreejith feeling achingly empty. He positioned himself at Sreejith’s entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against Sreejith’s tight hole.
With a gentle but firm push, Rajan began to enter him slowly. The initial stretch was overwhelming, and Sreejith gasped, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. Rajan paused, allowing Sreejith to adjust.
“Just breathe, Sreejith,” Rajan whispered, his hands steadying Sreejith’s hips. “You’re doing great. Just relax.”
With a soft moan, Sreejith forced himself to relax, and Rajan pressed forward again, sinking deeper inside him. The feeling was unlike anything Sreejith had ever experienced – a mix of pleasure and discomfort that sent shockwaves through his body.
Rajan leaned over him, pressing his chest against Sreejith’s back, and whispered in his ear. “You feel amazing,” he said, his breath hot against Sreejith’s skin. “Just wait – I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Rajan began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a firm but gentle rhythm. Sreejith let out a breathless moan as Rajan found a perfect angle, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside him.
“Yes! Just like that!” Sreejith cried, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Rajan grinned, clearly enjoying the response he was eliciting. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Sreejith’s body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and moans escaping both men.
Sreejith could feel the heat coiling in his belly, the pleasure building with each thrust. Rajan’s hands gripped his hips tightly, pulling him back to meet every thrust, and Sreejith could feel his own cock, hard and leaking, pressed against the sheets beneath him.
Rajan leaned down, kissing Sreejith’s back, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I can’t hold back much longer,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You’re so tight and warm.”
The intensity of Rajan’s movements sent Sreejith closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.
“Rajan, I’m going to-” Sreejith gasped, but before he could finish his sentence, Rajan thrust deep inside him, hitting that sweet spot once more, sending Sreejith over the edge.
With a loud cry, Sreejith came, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over him. His cock pulsed against the sheets as he released, the sensation nearly overwhelming.
The sight and feeling of Sreejith’s climax pushed Rajan over the edge as well. With a deep growl, he thrust hard one last time, burying himself deep inside Sreejith as he came, filling him with warmth.
They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as they tried to regain their composure. Rajan rolled onto his side, pulling Sreejith into his arms, their bodies still intertwined.
“You were incredible,” Rajan murmured, kissing Sreejith softly on the forehead. “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”
Sreejith smiled, still lost in the afterglow of their encounter. “Neither did I,” he replied, his heart racing from the intensity of the experience.
Rajan’s fingers traced gentle patterns across Sreejith’s back, soothing and comforting. “You’re safe here with me,” he whispered, his voice low and melodic. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Sreejith closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Rajan’s body wrap around him like a blanket. The sound of the rain outside became a distant lullaby, and for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
As they lay together, Sreejith couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment had changed him in ways he couldn’t yet understand. He had crossed a line he never thought he would, and yet, here he was, feeling more alive and desired than he ever had before.
Rajan held him close, their bodies slowly cooling as the heat of their passion faded. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the house, all was quiet and warm. Sreejith drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of an unexpected intimacy that he would never forget.