The evening sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the sprawling Chennai villa of Vikram, the legendary actor. Siva Karthikeyan, fresh off a successful film shoot, had dropped by to catch up with his industry senior. He rang the bell, expecting Vikram’s familiar gravelly voice to greet him. Instead, the door swung open to reveal Dhruv Vikram, Vikram’s son—tall, rugged, and exuding a quiet intensity.

“Hey, Siva anna,” Dhruv said, his voice smooth yet edged with a casual confidence. “Dad’s not here yet. He’s stuck at some dubbing session. Should be back soon, though. Come in, I’ll keep you company.”

Siva stepped inside, nodding with a grin. “No rush, man. Thanks for letting me crash.” The house was a shrine to Vikram’s legacy—shelves lined with gleaming awards, walls plastered with framed photos of blockbuster moments. Dhruv led him to the living room, offering a cold drink before excusing himself. “I was just about to freshen up. Make yourself at home, anna. I’ll be quick.”

Siva waved him off, sipping his drink as Dhruv disappeared down the hall. Curiosity tugged at him, and soon he was wandering the house, fingers brushing over the cool metal of a National Award, eyes tracing the black-and-white stills of Vikram in his prime. His steps carried him toward a slightly ajar door—Dhruv’s room, he assumed. The space was a mix of youthful chaos and brooding charm: a guitar propped against the wall, posters of gritty films, a faint scent of cologne lingering.

A soft splash of water drew his attention. The bathroom door inside the room hung open, unlocked, steam curling out. Siva’s breath caught as he glimpsed Dhruv through the haze—stripped down, water cascading over his broad shoulders, his body a sculpted masterpiece. Siva’s pulse quickened, an illicit thrill spiking through him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hand unconsciously drifting downward, a shaky breath escaping as he gave in to the heat pooling in his gut.

The water shut off abruptly. Dhruv stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, droplets clinging to his skin. His eyes locked onto Siva, catching him mid-act—hand frozen, face flushed with guilt and desire. Silence hung heavy, thick with unspoken tension.

“What the hell, anna?” Dhruv’s voice was low, dangerous, his gaze piercing. He took a step closer, water still dripping onto the hardwood floor. Siva stammered, “I—I didn’t mean—shit, Dhruv, I just—”

“You just what?” Dhruv cut him off, closing the distance, his presence towering, commanding. “Sneaking around my room? Watching me like that?” His tone was sharp.

Dhruv’s eyes narrowed as he caught Siva, hand stuffed down his pants, stroking himself hard while staring through the bathroom door. Water glistened on Dhruv’s bare chest, towel barely clinging to his hips, his thick cock outlined beneath it. “You filthy bastard,” Dhruv growled, storming over, voice thick with heat. “Jerking off to me like some perv?”

Siva’s face burned, dick still twitching in his grip. “Fuck, Dhruv, I—your cock’s huge, I couldn’t help it,” he blurted, voice shaky, lust dripping from every word.

Dhruv smirked, dark and wicked, ripping the towel off, letting his heavy, meaty shaft spring free, already half-hard. “You want this dick, anna? Beg for it.” He grabbed Siva’s wrist, yanking him close, their bodies slamming together, Siva’s bulge grinding against Dhruv’s thigh.

“Shit, please,” Siva rasped, drooling for it. “Let me suck it, Dhruv—fuck my mouth with that monster.”

Dhruv didn’t wait. He shoved Siva to his knees, gripping his hair tight, and slapped his fat cock across Siva’s lips. “Open wide, you horny fuck.” Siva did, choking as Dhruv thrust in, balls deep, stretching his throat, spit gushing down Siva’s chin as he gagged and moaned. “Yeah, take it all, anna—suck me dry,” Dhruv grunted, hips pumping, fucking Siva’s face raw.

Siva’s hands clawed at Dhruv’s thighs, slurping loud, desperate, till Dhruv yanked him up, spun him around, and bent him over the bed. “Gonna wreck that tight ass,” Dhruv snarled, spitting on his fingers, shoving two inside Siva’s hole, stretching him rough and fast. Siva yelped, “Fuck, you’re huge—tear me apart,” ass clenching around Dhruv’s digits, dripping with need.

Dhruv lined up, his thick, throbbing cockhead nudging Siva’s rim, then rammed in—hard, deep, no mercy. Siva screamed, “Oh god, yes—fuck me stupid!” Dhruv pounded him, balls slapping loud, sweat pouring, growling, “You love this dick, huh? Say it, you slut.” Siva gasped, “I fucking love it—harder, Dhruv, ruin me!” Their bodies slammed together, bed creaking, Siva’s cock leaking onto the sheets as Dhruv drilled him relentless, till they both exploded—Dhruv’s cum flooding Siva’s ass, Siva’s spurting wild, a sticky, sweaty mess.