Big Poppa ~ Part II

23.

Siarl didn’t tell his assistants anything about what had happened. He didn’t mention a name, either. Paul and Alex knew something had happened, they could see it in his eyes, his face, and his whole posture, but he wasn’t going to tell them.
For weeks, Siarl kept his phone right in front of him on his desk. He worked hard, only because he wanted to be distracted from that incredibly confusing feeling in his chest and belly. When his phone lit up again, he dropped his pen. He quickly tapped the screen.

Leo appeared on the screen. It was a video, like he had sent more often. Siarl tried his damnest not to smile as he saw the long tongue licking at the fingers. He longed for that wet muscle… Leo blew him a kiss, winked, and the video stopped. Siarl sighed before he could stifle it, and read the message.
‘My tongue, your ass. Golden combination. Tell me you’re ready for me.’

Siarl didn’t tell him he was ready. He didn’t answer him at all, and took a break. He went into his private room, to sit in the window for a while. Instead of sending a message, he phoned Leo, with a video call.

‘Oh hello there,’ Leo grinned as he appeared on the screen. ‘Are you going to show me something?’

“No, I’m not,” Siarl chuckled. He spoke with a soft tone, so he wouldn’t be heard in the office. Leo was sitting in a chair in an office, he saw. It was messy.

‘I would like a striptease, sexy…’ Leo said, still grinning. Even on the small screen, his eyes were clearly gleaming.

“I’m at work, just like you. Do you always work this late?” Siarl checked his watch, and saw it was almost midnight.

‘When I have to finish something, yes… Too bad, huh? If I were at home now, I would’ve taken my clothes off now.’

“Nothing but promises,” Siarl grinned. “Open your pants… Show me what you want to stick into me so badly.”

‘Only if you do it first,’ Leo winked at him. ‘Go on, show me. I bet you’re already hard, just because you think of me.’

He was. Siarl smiled a little shyly, and cleared his throat. Out of view of the camera, he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock and balls. “It’s here. Pull out yours.”

Leo did the same. At the movements of his muscles, Siarl could see he was stroking himself. ‘Now show me,’ the gray man ordered.

Siarl lowered his phone. He heard the pleased groan, and moved his hand along the shaft, pulling down his foreskin. “Now show me yours,” he said as he lifted his phone again.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ Leo said, licking his lips. ‘Now pay attention.’

Siarl bit his lower lip, eyes glued to the little screen. He saw opened jeans, Leo’s large, ringed hand, and the long, thin cock. “Oh gods,” he gasped. “Wait!” he protested as Leo lifted the camera to his face.

The man grinned broadly. ‘Got your attention, didn’t I? Saw it? It won’t cause you any pain, my sexy beast… You will love every inch as it slides deeply into your hot body.’

“Leo…” Siarl pleaded him breathlessly, but it wasn’t clear what he wanted. He certainly didn’t want him to stop.

Leonin smiled. ‘Back to work, handsome… Imagine a kiss when you go to bed.’ He blew him a kiss, and mimed something. He disconnected before Siarl could respond.

For a few minutes, Siarl stared outside into the darkness. Leo had mimed ‘I love you’; he was certain of it. Usually, he would have waved it away. This time however, it made him flushed. He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining the tattooed arms around him, the slim body on top of him, and that long, thin cock sliding into him.
He pulled his pants down and jacked off.

*

Leonin parked his bike on the parking lot of the anonymous building. He locked up, put his helmet under his arm, and took the key card from his pocket. It opened the door. He stepped into a large, luxurious reception area. He stopped to look around. Wow…

“Hello sir, may we help you?”

Blinking, Leo turned to the receptionist. It was a young man, dressed in a bondage outfit. “I’m looking for Jean.”

The man pulled a thoughtful expression. “Jean, sir?” He didn’t know who Leo meant. “Are you a member, sir?”

Leo showed him his brand new membership card. “Jean,” he repeated. “Slender kid, black hair, blue eyes with one huge pupil, missing the index finger of his right hand? He has a blond kid permanently attached to his side.”

The receptionists whispered for a moment. “Do you mean Master Jean, sir…?”

“Master?” Leo laughed. “I guess so. Or do you have more handsome guys here, looking like that?”

“We can’t disturb the Masters, sir, I’m sorry…”

“You can’t? Hm. Then why did I buy that membership? Alright then.” Leo took his phone, and dialed a number.

‘Leo!’

“Jeanie! Are you in, out, up or down?”

‘What?’

“Where are you,” Leo explained. “Are you home? And if you are, where is it?”

‘I’m at home yes… Where are you?’

“Down at your reception. How long will it take to get here?”

‘Oh, five minutes max. You’re at the reception?’ Jean then said, as if the fact just came through to him. ‘I’m on my way!’

It took mere minutes. Leo didn’t even have time to take a good look at the entrance area when the door opened, and Jean burst through.

“Leonin!” Jean jumped between the man’s arms, kissing his cheeks. “What the hell are you doing here!”

“Hello handsome.” Leo kissed him back, and smiled at Pryce. “Hey bunny! Got a cuddle for me?” He took both boys between his arms, hugging them. “I’m here for that fool, of course. I want to surprise him.”

“Siarl doesn’t like surprises very much,” Jean said thoughtfully. “But I’m sure you don’t care, do you?”

“Nope. I’m willing to take the risk of being chucked out. Can you show me his office?”

Taking Leo’s arm, Jean brought him into the Black Lotus, to the stairs leading to the office. Behind them, in the Dome, the air was filled with groans and cries. Leo couldn’t resist to take a brief look, but he didn’t stall. Jean let him go. “He’s all yours,” he said, gesturing up.

“Oh yes, he is,” Leo grinned.

*

Siarl was pretty much done with work for that day. He was playing with his cell phone, hidden behind his large laptop, browsing through all the photos, videos and messages Leo had sent him in the past weeks. He had recorded their video call. It was his favorite video. He watched it over and over again, pausing at different moments, taking a good look at the long erection and full balls. He replayed the mimed words too. He knew for certain they said ‘I love you’. He wanted to see it again and again.

“Yes?” Siarl didn’t look up when he saw someone standing next to his desk, although he quickly shut down his phone. Only when his laptop was pushed shut, he jerked his head up. “What the f— Leo!”

“You’re done for today. Give me a tour.”

“How did you get in? Did Jean let you in?” Leo dropped something on his desk, and he took it. “You’re a member…” Several thoughts ran through his head. Leo had paid a good fee to be with him. He had taken an Aids test. He was HIV negative. And now he wanted a personal guided tour through the Black Lotus.

“A tour, Siarl… Right now.”

Slowly, Siarl stood up. Leo was dressed in boots, faded jeans and a white muscle top, unsuitable for a BDSM club. Siarl couldn’t care less. His eyes fell on the smirking mouth, and all he could think of was a kiss. “Let’s start in the Dome…”

Nodding at the stunned assistants, Leo led the way out of the office. He walked down, and waited for Siarl to join him. The club-owner walked quickly and without hesitation, stepping close against him. Leo looked him up and down, and his smirk turned into a smile. “You look sexy in that suit,” he said.

“Thank you.” Siarl swallowed and noticed his throat was dry. “You look hot in jeans.”

“I’m even hotter without them. Show me around, Siarl. I want to see men fucking. You’re used to them, I’m not.”

“You will get turned on,” Siarl warned him. “Are you sure you want that?”

“Of course I do. I want you to get horny too. You showed me something I want to see in real life, sexy…” Stepping up closer, Leo looked down on the dark-haired man. “Did you like what I have to offer?”

Siarl thought about how often he had watched it back, and his eyes gleamed as he looked up. “Yes,” he said.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Leo slid his hands along Siarl’s sides, and to his back. He pulled him against his front, gently kneading the butt cheeks. “I can’t wait to let you feel it.”

Licking his lips, Siarl felt how he already lost control. “Me too,” he whispered, blushing a bit. “I liked what you mimed, too.”

“Mm…” Leo smiled, looking away for a moment. “What did I say, according to you?”

“I’ll tell you if you kiss me…” He longed for a kiss. He wanted that tongue, so badly. Leo pulled him up in a firm embraced, and kissed him with such breathtaking passion that Siarl thought he would faint if it lasted any longer. “Gods, Leo,” he sighed, gasping for air when the man finally drew back.

“A tour,” Leo reminded him. Keeping their arms tightly around each other, they began to walk through the club.

*

Siarl was right. Leo got turned on by the slamming hips and groaning slaves. He didn’t really show it, and he obviously didn’t want to do anything about it. Not in public. His hand occasionally slid down to caress Siarl’s butt, but that was all the affection he showed until they reached Siarl’s private room. Once the door closed, he grabbed Siarl, and pushed him against the wall. “Hot,” he commented. “But not as exciting as you.” He stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked Siarl’s face. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” Siarl said immediately, to his own amazement. It was the truth, and he was glad he could say it. “So badly, Leonin…” he added softly, pleadingly.

“I got your attention, didn’t I…” Leo said pleased. “Good. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

Siarl believed him. He had received at least three messages every day. He reached up, affectionately running his fingers through the short hair while he looked him deeply in the eyes. For the first time, he didn’t wait for Leo to take initiative. He leaned up, and gave him a warm, lingering kiss, trying to express everything he felt for the man.

Leo answered the kiss, slowly walking backwards. When he felt the bed, he fell down, pulling Siarl on top of him. They deepened the kiss. Leo opened the buttons of Siarl’s shirt, and reached for his nipples. Without breaking contact, Siarl pulled off his jacket and shirt, throwing them in a corner. Leo turned him over, keeping one arm under his neck, and began to explore his torso.

Siarl tried to keep control over his body and his head. It was no success. He was incredible hard, he trembled a bit, and his mind was a blur. His breath stocked as Leo opened his pants, sliding a hand deep inside at the front, under his balls. He pulled his head away to take a gulp of air.

Leo allowed him to calm down a bit. He sat up, pulled his top off, and opened his jeans. His long cock pushed his jockstraps forward, out of his pants. He grabbed Siarl’s pants and shorts, and pulled them off in one fluid motion. The shoes and sock followed within seconds. Then he lifted him up, and dropped him in the center of the large, round bed. He stood straight to take a good look at him. “Gorgeous,” he said after a moment. “Slender, muscular, nice body hair. You look like an angel with your hair spread out like that. Spread your legs.”

Feeling slightly awkward –no one had ever ordered him, let alone when he was naked- Siarl lifted his legs and spread them, placing his feet firmly on the mattress to push up his butt. He heard an appreciative groan, and bit his lip to stifle a relieved smile. Keeping his eyes closely on every move Leo made, he slid his hands between his legs, to knead his cramping balls.

Leo undressed. His tattoos were spread over his entire torso and arms, but not on his lower body. His legs were slender, pale, and almost hairless. The little body hair he had was blond and gray. He too cupped his testicles in his hands, and he lifted them up. “I want you,” he said. And he mimed ‘I love you’ again.

“Say it out loud…” Siarl said softly. “Please…”

“No.” Leo crawled on the mattress, over the dark-haired man, looking down on him. “You said you were difficult,” he said, quietly. “Your friend Jean said you were married to your work, and he couldn’t intrigue you enough to be your lover. But you’re not difficult at all, are you? You just never met a man persuasively enough to get your attention.” He gave him a soft, loving kiss. “You tried to act so cool and collected. You wanted to appear like one of those masters. You say you’re a top. But that’s just not true at all, is it? You love the way I treat you…”

“Yes,” Siarl admitted with a whisper.

“You love the way I hold you; possessively between my arms. You adore my kisses. And you want me to make love to you, the way you’ve never been with a man before.”

“Yes…” Hell yes, Siarl added in his thoughts.

Leo brushed his lips over Siarl’s mouth and cheeks. “You want me to fuck you… To take you, to hold you, and to never let go.”

“Leo…”

“No lies, sexy. Never lie to me, or I’ll leave you.” He held his lips above Siarl’s. “Say it.”

“Yes.” He had wanted to say more. He had wanted to tell Leo about what he felt and thought, but the man kissed him again, and all his words were gone.

Leo loved to kiss. He took his time to delve into Siarl’s mouth with his tongue, allowing the other to do the same to him. His wet lips slid sensually over Siarl’s. While he kissed, his hands were either combing through the long locks, or roaming over the man’s body. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes, he drew back and sat up.

Siarl rolled on his stomach when Leo pushed him. Leo had put a pillow on the mattress, and he lifted his hips on it, pushing his cock down so it rested against the softness. He felt Leo’s large hands sliding over his shoulders and back, exploring him, slowly creeping to his butt. They cupped around the cheeks, and they were pulled apart. The next thing he felt made him gasp delightedly. Leo licked him, slowly, from his tailbone to his balls, along his cock, and back up again.

Again, Leo took his time. His tongue seemed tireless, with the way he used it all the time. He wet the crack, tickled the pink entrance, and licked the tensing testicles. Although Siarl was leaking precome already, he ignored the cock for the moment.

Siarl was amazed. He pressed his face in the satin sheets, feeling overwhelmed by the delicious warmth in his lower body. His hips moved on their own accord, pushing slowly up and down. His throbbing cock rubbed against the pillow as he writhed. He made no sounds other than the occasional sigh. Only when the long, strong tongue slithered inside of him, he uttered a soft, encouraging cry.

Leo reached deep; pushing in and out in a leisurely pace until Siarl’s virgin ass relaxed and widened for him. Eventually, he sat up, and reached for the lube.

Siarl held his breath. It was only one finger, and it didn’t hurt, but it felt a bit strange and uncomfortable. Right before he could say he didn’t really enjoy it to be fingered, Leo hit something deep inside. “Gods!” Was that the illusive ‘sweet spot’ his former bed partners had talked about? “Do that again…”

With a soft chuckle, Leo did it again; rubbing firmly against the nutlike gland with his slick fingertip. He added a second finger, finding no resistance at all. Siarl turned into a moaning puddle of jelly on the mattress.

It was amazing. Siarl felt overwhelmed by those new feelings. The friction in his ass was delicious. It made his legs weak, his lower body warm, and his cock twitch. When he felt Leo on his back, he turned his face towards him to kiss him. Leo slipped an arm under him, and held his balance on the mattress with the other. Yet he could still feel that incredible hot sensation in his ass…
It took a moment to realize the man was slowly fucking him, with his long, thin cock, causing no discomfort at all. Siarl cried out softly, in surprise and delight, and lowered his head again.

“Pain?” Leo whispered in his ear.

“No…!”

“Good?” the man asked, moving slightly faster.

Siarl groaned. The sheets were wet with his saliva and sweat, and he saw nothing but stars as the cock ground over his prostate. “Yes!” he managed to reply. “Perfect!”

“Excellent.” Leo’s hips picked up a firm pace. He pushed up on his hands, truly fucking now. “Man, you’re tight,” he laughed airlessly. “Tight, slick and hot…”

Siarl believed him. Leo was the first ever to top him. The fact it felt so good amazed him, but he took no time to think it over. He moaned with every push inside, keeping his face pressed against the sheets. His fingers dug into the mattress. He would push up to meet that sliding cock if he wasn’t completely swept off the earth.
He knew he was coming. He knew his balls were cramping and pulling back, and he could feel the tingle at his tailbone creeping forward. An incredible hot wave suddenly flowed over him, dragging a soft cry from his lips. He had no idea what just happened, until Leo slowly pulled out. He felt the wetness on his balls, and realized he had felt the man climaxing inside of him. “Leo,” he gasped.

Leo didn’t respond. He took Siarl’s hips between his hands, and rolled him on his back. Throwing the wet pillow aside, he leaned down and sucked his cock into his mouth.

Siarl cried out his name again, arching his back in delight. “Fuck me again,” he grunted. “Please, fuck me!”

Apparently ignoring him, Leo bobbed his head up and down, pressing his tongue against the shaft. He didn’t jerk him, as his hand was busy between his legs. Suddenly, he sat up, crawled forward, and fell on his hands and knees. “Spread you legs,” he growled.

Instantly obeying, Siarl looked at the long erection pointing at his ass. Leo had jerked himself to full growth again, and he was now slowly but surely entering him. At the same time as his balls hit the notch, he took Siarl’s cock in a greased fist. “Now come for me,” he ordered, thrusting in and out. “Show me you love it!”

“Leo! Yes!” The club-owner couldn’t even think about holding back his cries. He grabbed Leo’s shoulders as he rolled his hips up, and he received the hot pole without pain, and with a lot of pleasure. The pumping hand dragged him over the edge in minutes. He screamed the man’s name, way too loud of course, but he didn’t even hear it himself.

Leo let go when Siarl’s cock deflated. “My turn,” he grumbled, leaning on his hands. He slammed inside now, harder and faster, pumping like a piston. Sweat dripped off his face, his back was wet, but he didn’t stop. Finally, he arched his back and opened his mouth in a silent scream, and his hips began to buck out of control. “Gods, yes… Siarl…”

Siarl could feel him coming again. It felt so good to be filled! He clamped the slender hips between his thighs, keeping him buried deeply inside, breathing slowly while his heart beat hard against his ribs.
Leo was completely wet with perspiration as he fell down on him. Siarl licked his shoulder and the side of his neck, tasting the salt. “Amazing,” he whispered in the man’s ear.

Leonin couldn’t reply at first. Eventually, he grunted something. He rolled off Siarl, on his back. “You scratched me,” he said breathlessly, rolling so he could look at his shoulder.

So he did, Siarl saw. He hadn’t noticed at all. “Sorry,” he whispered, feeling a little awkward.

“Sorry my ass,” Leo chuckled. “I won’t believe you if you say you didn’t like it, though.” He rolled back, looking at the blushing face of the dark-haired man. “Was I wrong?”

Siarl looked back, taking in every detail of the handsome, tanned face. The gray eyes were brighter now, the lips red. He looked at the gray hair, finding it wet with perspiration. He knew he looked pretty much the same. “You were right,” he said softly, reaching up to caress the warm cheek. “I absolutely loved it.”

“I have the perfect cock for forty year-old virgins,” Leo winked. He took Siarl’s hand, and kissed the palm. “So what do you say, sexy…?” he murmured, glancing at him. “Would you like to be my lover…?”

Although he already was his lover in his mind, and he had seen the mimed words, it came as a complete surprise to Siarl. “You want to be my lover?” he asked, blinking. “Are you for real?”

“Very real. Of course I want to be your lover,” Leo now furrowed. “I had a great time the past weeks, with sending you messages and all, and this was even better than I had ever imagined.” He let go of the hand, and rolled half on top of Siarl to look him hard into the eyes. “You’re an intense man, Siarl… You’re sexy, an amazing kisser, and you have the tightest, hottest ass I ever had. I took an HIV test for you, so I could fill you. I have claimed you. You. Are. Mine.”

“Then say it,” Siarl said.

“I already said enough. You say it,” Leo scowled. “Say it, Siarl…”

Licking his lips, Siarl straightened his thoughts. If he said it, would it be true? After all, he had so many disappointments in his life so far. It was always fun for a while, until work captured him again. “It will take some work,” he said quietly, looking back. “Don’t take me for granted, Leonin.”

“You too,” Leo nodded. “I’m no slave, begging for attention. Do you want me?”

Siarl looked away for a second. “Yes,” he said as he looked back.

“Will you keep me?”

“Yes.”

“It starts to sound like a bad love song,” Leo chuckled, but then he was serious again. “Do you love me?”

Reaching up, Siarl took another good look at the gray hair, the eyes, and the wrinkles. “Yes,” he whispered. “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t spend another minute on you if I didn’t. You intrigue me, like I intrigue you. Let’s try to keep that up.”

“Will we do this again soon?” Siarl still caressed the cheeks and shoulders. “I never thought I would say it, but damn, I loved to be taken by you.”

“I knew you would enjoy it,” Leo smiled. He leaned down, kissing him softly. “Of course we’ll do this again soon,” he assured him. “I will fuck you here, in my workshop, in an empty room in your club… anywhere you like it, and any time you need it.”

“Good. Now kiss me.” He moaned as Leo pushed his incredible tongue in his mouth. He loved that tongue… And he hoped he would be able to enjoy it for a very long time.