Big Poppa
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
24,681
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
24,681
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Delwyn arrived early, the next day. He’d expected to be the first, but he appeared to be the last to arrive. It seemed that he had to get up real early to be the first in this garage.
His friendly good-morning was answered by grunts or silences, and Delwyn knew it would be a long, hard day. It was just how he expected it to be; he had to do his best to be accepted. Ah well, so be it. That’s humans for you, if you will.
Feeling a little lost, Delwyn walked to the men he’d watched the day before. They seemed to be ready though, and were loading the chassis on a cart with rubber wheels. He stepped aside when they pushed by, knowing he was only going to be in their way. Maybe it was time to find this Big Poppa, and to have someone he could fall back on. As he looked around, his eye fell on a half-finished car in the far corner. His breath got stuck in his throat.
That was Big Poppa?
The man didn’t look up when Delwyn approached, or when he sat down on a low stool next to him. Big Poppa was spreading a filler over a dent, and wasn’t about to be disturbed.
Delwyn looked him up and down for a moment. There was a lot to look up, and down for that matter. Big Poppa was big. Even that was an understatement. The man was huge. Built like an ox, or a brick house, with a fat belly to complete the picture. “You must be Big Poppa,” said Delwyn when he’d collected enough courage.
“That I am,” rumbled the bald man. “And who might you be, pretty boy?”
“Delwyn… sir.” Better be polite, with this one.
Big Poppa looked up from his work, putting his gear down and picking up a rag to clean his hands. “Sir? You called me sir…?” He snorted and smirked. “It’s Big Poppa, pretty boy. Or just Poppa. Not sir, or anything similar. Remember that.”
“Yes, s—Poppa.” Delwyn nodded quickly, and tried to burn it in his brain. “I believe Mr. Chapman has assigned me to you… Poppa. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? No, I don’t mind. Not yet. Time will tell if you’re good.” Big Poppa ran a large hand over the drying filler, his critical eye examining the result from different angles. “Listen to me, obey me, and don’t argue with me. It’s that simple.”
Delwyn had his doubts about that. If it were that simple, Chapman wouldn’t have warned him –whatever the warning had been. “I can do that,” he said with as much confidence as possible. “Can I… do something for you now?”
“Yeah…” The large man sat back and cleaned his hands again, apparently pleased with his work. “Get me a coffee. Black, with lots of sugar. The canteen is over there and my cup is next to the machine. Have one yourself.”
One black coffee with sugar, check. Delwyn hurried over to the canteen, getting the required stuff, easily recognizing Big Poppa’s cup near the coffee machine. It had puppies on it. And a clown. Trying his damnest not to giggle, Delwyn dug through the cabinets to find another cup he could use for his own coffee.
Puppies… Oh gods, Big Poppa was probably a father, and had achieved that cup for father’s day. He most likely had a daughter, who he adored and spoiled to death. No wife. Divorced, Delwyn assumed. Poppa was undoubtedly a sugar daddy. Baaah.
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Delwyn arrived early, the next day. He’d expected to be the first, but he appeared to be the last to arrive. It seemed that he had to get up real early to be the first in this garage.
His friendly good-morning was answered by grunts or silences, and Delwyn knew it would be a long, hard day. It was just how he expected it to be; he had to do his best to be accepted. Ah well, so be it. That’s humans for you, if you will.
Feeling a little lost, Delwyn walked to the men he’d watched the day before. They seemed to be ready though, and were loading the chassis on a cart with rubber wheels. He stepped aside when they pushed by, knowing he was only going to be in their way. Maybe it was time to find this Big Poppa, and to have someone he could fall back on. As he looked around, his eye fell on a half-finished car in the far corner. His breath got stuck in his throat.
That was Big Poppa?
The man didn’t look up when Delwyn approached, or when he sat down on a low stool next to him. Big Poppa was spreading a filler over a dent, and wasn’t about to be disturbed.
Delwyn looked him up and down for a moment. There was a lot to look up, and down for that matter. Big Poppa was big. Even that was an understatement. The man was huge. Built like an ox, or a brick house, with a fat belly to complete the picture. “You must be Big Poppa,” said Delwyn when he’d collected enough courage.
“That I am,” rumbled the bald man. “And who might you be, pretty boy?”
“Delwyn… sir.” Better be polite, with this one.
Big Poppa looked up from his work, putting his gear down and picking up a rag to clean his hands. “Sir? You called me sir…?” He snorted and smirked. “It’s Big Poppa, pretty boy. Or just Poppa. Not sir, or anything similar. Remember that.”
“Yes, s—Poppa.” Delwyn nodded quickly, and tried to burn it in his brain. “I believe Mr. Chapman has assigned me to you… Poppa. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? No, I don’t mind. Not yet. Time will tell if you’re good.” Big Poppa ran a large hand over the drying filler, his critical eye examining the result from different angles. “Listen to me, obey me, and don’t argue with me. It’s that simple.”
Delwyn had his doubts about that. If it were that simple, Chapman wouldn’t have warned him –whatever the warning had been. “I can do that,” he said with as much confidence as possible. “Can I… do something for you now?”
“Yeah…” The large man sat back and cleaned his hands again, apparently pleased with his work. “Get me a coffee. Black, with lots of sugar. The canteen is over there and my cup is next to the machine. Have one yourself.”
One black coffee with sugar, check. Delwyn hurried over to the canteen, getting the required stuff, easily recognizing Big Poppa’s cup near the coffee machine. It had puppies on it. And a clown. Trying his damnest not to giggle, Delwyn dug through the cabinets to find another cup he could use for his own coffee.
Puppies… Oh gods, Big Poppa was probably a father, and had achieved that cup for father’s day. He most likely had a daughter, who he adored and spoiled to death. No wife. Divorced, Delwyn assumed. Poppa was undoubtedly a sugar daddy. Baaah.
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