Big Poppa ~ Part II
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Adult +
Chapters:
25
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13,680
Reviews:
44
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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.
22
22.
“What is your New Year resolution?” Poppa asked his dark-haired friend. He was holding a delicate flute with Champagne between his fat fingers. It looked preposterous, and he knew and liked that. “I think I’ll promise to fuck my pretty even more.”
“Do you always think about sex?” Siarl sighed in his glass. He sipped it, enjoying the taste and prickles before he swallowed.
Poppa laughed aloud. “You’re the one with a sex club. Shut up, man… And damn, I saw your pants when you came back in. Did he fuck you?”
With any other person, Siarl would have smacked them in the face for being so rude. But as this was Big Poppa, he swallowed back his anger. “No, Rick,” he said calmly. “He didn’t.”
“But you want him to. Oh, don’t lie to me,” the big man said with narrowed eyes. “I hate it when people lie about their feelings. That guy turns you on beyond belief, and you goddamn love it. Right?”
Siarl was glad his friend kept his voice down. He sighed deeply, looking in his now empty glass, and nodded. “And it scares the shit out of me,” he said quietly. “So give me a break, Rick. Please?”
“Yeah, I will. It makes me glad to see you like that, Siarl… Enjoy yourself for a change. He’s a good catch.”
It was time for firework. They were a bit late with that, because Pryce wanted to light some sparkles first. It scared him, but not too much. Now he pressed against Jean for comfort, while Poppa and Delwyn were shooting the rest of the firework at the other side of the lake. Leaning against the porch, Leonin watched the show.
Siarl watched him. The firework was nice, but he was thinking. They would have to go to bed sooner or later…
“Hey you. Come here.” Leo slapped his thigh and pointed next to his feet. Siarl moved before he could stop his feet. Leo grabbed him, turned him around, and pulled him with his back against him. “Relax,” he rumbled in his ear, wrapping his arms around him. “Poppa has spent time and money on that show. Enjoy it.”
Why did it feel so good to be held, and to be commanded? Siarl watched the show, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed every minute, especially the slow caressing of that hand on his abdomen. He breathed slowly. “I hate you,” he whispered.
“I know.” Leo licked Siarl’s ear, and whispered in it. “You hate how quickly I can win. You thought you were difficult, huh? And now you’re pudding in my hands… Sure you hate me, gorgeous… You hate me for making you hot and willing to submit. Right?”
“Asshole…”
“I could make a cheap remark now,” Leo chuckled under his breath. “But that’s too easy.”
“Have some decorum for a change. What do you want to do now? Fuck me tonight, and leave it like that?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not fucking you tonight. Then you’ll just return to work and pretend it didn’t happen. No, sexy Siarl, your ass is mine when I say so. And when it is, it’s really mine.”
Siarl wondered what the man would do to get and keep him. At the same moment, he was glad he wouldn’t be in bed with him that night. Not yet. “Are you really a heartbreaker?” he asked, turning his head. The show was over, and it wouldn’t take long before they would get back inside.
“Not if it’s up to me,” Leo answered, brushing his lips against Siarl’s. “Want a kiss?”
Yes, yes! “No,” Siarl lied smoothly.
“Of course you do. You love them.” Leo leaned down deeper, giving a gentle, soft kiss. “Jean wanted to be your lover, didn’t he… Before you gave him Pryce. He couldn’t keep your attention, hm? You’re still friends, he works with you and you spoil him, but you won’t fuck him anymore.”
“Yes… That’s right… Why?”
“That last bit is important. You won’t fuck him anymore. Not as long as I am around.”
“You are not around, Leonin.”
“Oh, I am. You just don’t accept it yet.” With a pat on his butt and another brief kiss, Leo pushed him away. He walked to Poppa to compliment him with the show. It was time to get back inside, prepare the beds, and to relax and drink some more before sleeping.
Poppa decided they would all sleep in the same cabin, on mattresses in the lounge, as if they were camping. Then he would tell one of his ghost stories, for adults this time.
Leo helped him preparing the lounge. He had brought shorts and a shirt, like everybody, and he changed in the bathroom. So did Siarl, after him. They didn’t want to see each other naked. Not yet.
They were all a little drunk as Poppa told his scary story, which added to the fun, and they were sleepy when it was finished. For once, even with six men in one room, no one had to stifle a groan that night.
*
When he woke up, Siarl felt the warm arm around him. Before he opened his eyes, he thought back at how he had been lying against Jean, that weekend they met. He had expected to become Jean’s lover, and look at them now. He sighed a bit. He didn’t want to expect anything, with Leonin.
The gray man moved. His morning erection poked against Siarl’s butt before he turned on his back. He yawned, rubbed his face, and looked at Siarl. “You look sexy even in the morning,” he murmured. “Good morning. Did you dream nicely?”
Siarl frowned briefly. He had no idea what he had dreamed. “Yes,” he replied anyway. “I think I did…”
Under the blanket, Leo took his hand. “Good to hear. It’s still early. Shall we take a pee and get back in?”
Since the rest was still sleeping, Siarl agreed it was a good idea. They took turns in the bathroom, and crawled back in the makeshift bed, close against each other and deep under the blankets. Siarl was glad he had quickly rinsed his mouth, and he didn’t care if Leo had done the same. He enjoyed the intimacy. Leo took his hand again, looking into his eyes, and gave him a brief kiss.
“Don’t,” Siarl whispered. “Please.”
With a grin, Leo pulled up an eyebrow, and he did it again. And again, until Siarl grabbed him harshly in his hair to pull him close. Leo slipped his arms around him, and he deepened the kiss exactly the way Siarl wanted it, pushing his tongue hard into his mouth. He didn’t have to do anything else. Siarl was hard in no time at all.
“I really hate you,” Siarl gasped as quietly as he could. He had finally found enough sense to pull away. His balls were killing him, after being hard every time without the option of release. He pushed against them, trying to relax them.
Leo laughed softly. “You’ll loathe me, Siarl. I’ve barely started on you. Now shut up and let me sleep.” Demonstratively, he turned on his other side.
Siarl blinked. Oh, he would loathe him indeed. Especially if he kept behaving like that. He crawled closer, and pressed against the man’s back, wrapping one arm around him. Part of him had expected to be pushed away. Secretively, he was glad to feel the soft caressing fingers on his wrist. He kissed the shoulder through the T-shirt, and made himself comfortable. He didn’t care if the others would see him like that. He would feel embarrassed tomorrow, but not today.
“What is your New Year resolution?” Poppa asked his dark-haired friend. He was holding a delicate flute with Champagne between his fat fingers. It looked preposterous, and he knew and liked that. “I think I’ll promise to fuck my pretty even more.”
“Do you always think about sex?” Siarl sighed in his glass. He sipped it, enjoying the taste and prickles before he swallowed.
Poppa laughed aloud. “You’re the one with a sex club. Shut up, man… And damn, I saw your pants when you came back in. Did he fuck you?”
With any other person, Siarl would have smacked them in the face for being so rude. But as this was Big Poppa, he swallowed back his anger. “No, Rick,” he said calmly. “He didn’t.”
“But you want him to. Oh, don’t lie to me,” the big man said with narrowed eyes. “I hate it when people lie about their feelings. That guy turns you on beyond belief, and you goddamn love it. Right?”
Siarl was glad his friend kept his voice down. He sighed deeply, looking in his now empty glass, and nodded. “And it scares the shit out of me,” he said quietly. “So give me a break, Rick. Please?”
“Yeah, I will. It makes me glad to see you like that, Siarl… Enjoy yourself for a change. He’s a good catch.”
It was time for firework. They were a bit late with that, because Pryce wanted to light some sparkles first. It scared him, but not too much. Now he pressed against Jean for comfort, while Poppa and Delwyn were shooting the rest of the firework at the other side of the lake. Leaning against the porch, Leonin watched the show.
Siarl watched him. The firework was nice, but he was thinking. They would have to go to bed sooner or later…
“Hey you. Come here.” Leo slapped his thigh and pointed next to his feet. Siarl moved before he could stop his feet. Leo grabbed him, turned him around, and pulled him with his back against him. “Relax,” he rumbled in his ear, wrapping his arms around him. “Poppa has spent time and money on that show. Enjoy it.”
Why did it feel so good to be held, and to be commanded? Siarl watched the show, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed every minute, especially the slow caressing of that hand on his abdomen. He breathed slowly. “I hate you,” he whispered.
“I know.” Leo licked Siarl’s ear, and whispered in it. “You hate how quickly I can win. You thought you were difficult, huh? And now you’re pudding in my hands… Sure you hate me, gorgeous… You hate me for making you hot and willing to submit. Right?”
“Asshole…”
“I could make a cheap remark now,” Leo chuckled under his breath. “But that’s too easy.”
“Have some decorum for a change. What do you want to do now? Fuck me tonight, and leave it like that?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not fucking you tonight. Then you’ll just return to work and pretend it didn’t happen. No, sexy Siarl, your ass is mine when I say so. And when it is, it’s really mine.”
Siarl wondered what the man would do to get and keep him. At the same moment, he was glad he wouldn’t be in bed with him that night. Not yet. “Are you really a heartbreaker?” he asked, turning his head. The show was over, and it wouldn’t take long before they would get back inside.
“Not if it’s up to me,” Leo answered, brushing his lips against Siarl’s. “Want a kiss?”
Yes, yes! “No,” Siarl lied smoothly.
“Of course you do. You love them.” Leo leaned down deeper, giving a gentle, soft kiss. “Jean wanted to be your lover, didn’t he… Before you gave him Pryce. He couldn’t keep your attention, hm? You’re still friends, he works with you and you spoil him, but you won’t fuck him anymore.”
“Yes… That’s right… Why?”
“That last bit is important. You won’t fuck him anymore. Not as long as I am around.”
“You are not around, Leonin.”
“Oh, I am. You just don’t accept it yet.” With a pat on his butt and another brief kiss, Leo pushed him away. He walked to Poppa to compliment him with the show. It was time to get back inside, prepare the beds, and to relax and drink some more before sleeping.
Poppa decided they would all sleep in the same cabin, on mattresses in the lounge, as if they were camping. Then he would tell one of his ghost stories, for adults this time.
Leo helped him preparing the lounge. He had brought shorts and a shirt, like everybody, and he changed in the bathroom. So did Siarl, after him. They didn’t want to see each other naked. Not yet.
They were all a little drunk as Poppa told his scary story, which added to the fun, and they were sleepy when it was finished. For once, even with six men in one room, no one had to stifle a groan that night.
*
When he woke up, Siarl felt the warm arm around him. Before he opened his eyes, he thought back at how he had been lying against Jean, that weekend they met. He had expected to become Jean’s lover, and look at them now. He sighed a bit. He didn’t want to expect anything, with Leonin.
The gray man moved. His morning erection poked against Siarl’s butt before he turned on his back. He yawned, rubbed his face, and looked at Siarl. “You look sexy even in the morning,” he murmured. “Good morning. Did you dream nicely?”
Siarl frowned briefly. He had no idea what he had dreamed. “Yes,” he replied anyway. “I think I did…”
Under the blanket, Leo took his hand. “Good to hear. It’s still early. Shall we take a pee and get back in?”
Since the rest was still sleeping, Siarl agreed it was a good idea. They took turns in the bathroom, and crawled back in the makeshift bed, close against each other and deep under the blankets. Siarl was glad he had quickly rinsed his mouth, and he didn’t care if Leo had done the same. He enjoyed the intimacy. Leo took his hand again, looking into his eyes, and gave him a brief kiss.
“Don’t,” Siarl whispered. “Please.”
With a grin, Leo pulled up an eyebrow, and he did it again. And again, until Siarl grabbed him harshly in his hair to pull him close. Leo slipped his arms around him, and he deepened the kiss exactly the way Siarl wanted it, pushing his tongue hard into his mouth. He didn’t have to do anything else. Siarl was hard in no time at all.
“I really hate you,” Siarl gasped as quietly as he could. He had finally found enough sense to pull away. His balls were killing him, after being hard every time without the option of release. He pushed against them, trying to relax them.
Leo laughed softly. “You’ll loathe me, Siarl. I’ve barely started on you. Now shut up and let me sleep.” Demonstratively, he turned on his other side.
Siarl blinked. Oh, he would loathe him indeed. Especially if he kept behaving like that. He crawled closer, and pressed against the man’s back, wrapping one arm around him. Part of him had expected to be pushed away. Secretively, he was glad to feel the soft caressing fingers on his wrist. He kissed the shoulder through the T-shirt, and made himself comfortable. He didn’t care if the others would see him like that. He would feel embarrassed tomorrow, but not today.