Big Poppa ~ Part II

25.

The air was warm, but with a nice, cool breeze. It scented of spring flowers and grass. The sound of birds and murmuring water filled the air. The ground was soft, covered with fake grass of high quality. The pond was real, cool, clear and it contained colourful fish. Pryce giggled when the fish nipped at his fingertips.

Jean kept an eye on him while he opened a bottle of cold white wine. He smiled, like a mother would smile at her playing kid. Pryce was so happy in this room… Jean even kept it locked up. It was his private room.

Every room in the Blue Lotus was perfect. Jean had personally supervised the decoration. It was open for business for two months now, and it was a great success. He had surprised everybody, including Siarl.

The cork popped. Pryce turned his head as he heard the sound, and rolled on his back. He stretched contently. He was naked, just like Jean, and they were sitting on a cotton sheet. Today they were having a picnic. It wasn’t their first picnic. Jean loved this room.

“Have a drink, sweetheart.” Jean put the glass on a flat rock near Pryce. The ground had a few slopes. He leaned back in a comfortable position, one arm folded behind his head, legs spread a little. The artificial breeze was cool on his balls and slightly hardened cock. He sipped the wine, closing his eyes in pleasure. He didn’t open them when he felt the warm lips on his own.

Pryce wanted attention, and when he wanted it, he simply took it. Jean had spoiled him like that. Nobody regarded him as a slave, anymore. He was still wearing the collar with the padlock and tag. Nobody, not even Jean, was allowed to try and take it away from him.
Crawling over Jean, he began to kiss him. Jean’s tongue was cool by the wine as it pushed in his mouth. With a pleased little sigh, Pryce tilted his head to enjoy the kiss to the fullest. He writhed on Jean’s body, poking the man’s stomach with his erection.

Jean grew a bit harder. It was impossible to keep cool under so much attention, but he didn’t show it. He grabbed Pryce in his hair to break the kiss, and looked away as he demonstratively sipped his wine.

The blonde still didn’t like to talk. He pouted at Jean’s reaction, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he doubled his efforts; giving warm kisses down the chest and belly towards the cock. He smiled as he noticed his attempts weren’t as futile as he thought. With the tip of his tongue, he dragged a wet line along the shaft to the head, swirled around the rim, and licked the little hole. Just as Jean spread his legs some more, he sat up, grinned, and took his glass.

Lazily, Jean opened his eyes. He smiled at the cheeky grin. Feeling rosy by the wine and peaceful surroundings, he idly moved one hand down to rub his balls. “You can do what you want,” he said quietly. “As long as I don’t have to move much today.”

Sitting next to Jean, Pryce tilted his glass above the man’s navel. The cold wine poured in, causing goose bumps and a shiver. He leaned down to lap up the wine, soothing the skin with his warm tongue. He poured some more in Jean’s crotch, and watched the skin tightening around the testicles. It fascinated him. Lovingly, he licked and sucked the balls, warming them up again. He did the same to Jean’s fully erected cock; sucking it deep into his throat with a pleased groan.

Jean sighed as he felt the delicious hot mouth around him. He didn’t tell Pryce to take it slow, this time. With encouraging moans, he moved his hips up to meet the bobbing head, allowing Pryce to show him all his skill. The boy was so good… He knew exactly how to pleasure a man. “Ah, baby,” Jean sighed passionately. “I love you…”

Touched by those words, Pryce looked up, and smiled. He winked before leaning down again. This time, he went for his reward. Jean stood no chance at all. The cry was loud and desperate, carrying his name, and it ended in a satisfied moan. Pryce swallowed it all, and licked his lips as he sat up. He reached to his own arousal, closing it between his slender hands. “Need,” he whispered. “Please?”

Jean stood up, apparently ignoring the blonde. He walked to the corner of the room, and flicked a switch. A soft waterfall fell down from artificial rocks in the wall. It was a shower, using filtered water. There were more items like these, in other rooms. It was a huge success, and Jean knew exactly why. It was a joy to fuck someone under a waterfall. He walked back to his pouting boy, and pulled him up. “You made me dirty, with that wine,” he said. “You’ll be my sponge.”

Pryce stopped pouting abruptly, and nodded with a grin and gleaming eyes. He followed under the waterfall. Jean took some soap, and began to rub it on Pryce’s belly and front, moving his hands slowly and meticulously. When the whole front was covered in thick soap suds, he took Pryce’s cheeks in his hands, and tugged him close. Pryce squirmed and rubbed up against him, cleaning off the wine. He was hard and trembled a little on his feet. As Jean’s slick fingers slithered between his cheeks, he lifted up a leg to allow access.

Jean pulled him under the water. He kept one arm around the slender waist, keeping him upright. The boy slackened as his pleasure built up. Jean fingered him deeply, rubbing against the sweetest spot with his fingertips, while grinding against his little, hard cock. Pryce made soft, mewing sounds. His head rolled slowly from left to right. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and he breathed faster.
At the last moment, Jean pulled his hand back, to close it around the erection instead. It took only a few swift strokes to drag Pryce over the edge. The boy uttered a soft cry and stiffened, spurting his release all over Jean’s belly. Jean kissed him, wrapped his arms around him, and cuddled him under the waterfall.

Pryce enjoyed the aftermath and the kiss, answering it lazily. “Jean,” he whispered, looking at him from under his eyelashes, “I love you so, so much…”

*

“Leonin… Ah…” Siarl braced himself against the wall. His legs were spread, his butt poking up. He looked like an animal in heat rather than a rich businessman.

Leo had forced him in that position. He was now pushing his long cock between the spread cheeks, into the well-greased and willing ass. With short, sharp thrusts, he slid inside deeper and deeper, until his heavy balls hit the crack. “Shit, Siarl,” he grunted between clenched teeth. “Why do we always wait so long?” He shivered delightedly as he pulled back, and rammed back inside.

Siarl cried out in pleasure. “I don’t know!” he replied breathlessly. “Now you’re here, so fuck me!”

“Oh, with pleasure, baby,” Leonin reassured with a fat grin. He grabbed Siarl’s hips a bit firmer, and picked up a hard pace. “Yeah… Oh yeah…”

They didn’t need special rooms to play in. Until now, they were both so worked up and hot when they finally met again, they would take each other anywhere, barely taking time to undress. They were in the hall now, as Leo had only just entered the club using the backdoor. Siarl had instantly kissed him, eagerly tugging on the man’s pants to open them. Leo had no objections. He had ripped off Siarl’s clothes, had pushed him against the wall, had lubed him, and was now fucking him while Siarl was masturbating vehemently.

“I missed you,” Leo grunted. “Damn, baby… I missed you!”

They uttered a raw scream at the same moment. Siarl shot his load against the wall and between his feet on the floor, while Leo filled him deep inside. It was always like this, when they met. They would do it again later, and much slower.
Satisfied for the moment, Leo pulled Siarl up between his arms, and kissed him deeply. “Love you,” he sighed against the lips. His hands slid lovingly through the long locks and along Siarl’s neck.

Siarl combed the spikes with his fingers of one hand, and held him tight with the other. He smiled and pecked another kiss on his lips. “Love you too,” he said. “Shall we take a drink?”

“I want to go in a room,” Leo said. “Not your office. I want privacy today.”

“No problem. But we have to see which room is vacant, and we can’t lock them up, as you know.” Leo was nice and warm against him, and he wasn’t willing to let go yet. For a little longer, they fondled each other’s back and butt, giving warm kisses.

“Let’s go to the Blue Lotus,” Leo eventually suggested. “I like Jean’s rooms.”

“Okay… Which one shall it be? We can’t go to the Garden.”

“He has a Jungle, too.”

“Oh yes…” Siarl laughed softly. “His Jungle. So you want to play with the tentacles, is that it?”

Leo pulled one eyebrow up. “What tentacles…? You’re kidding me, right?”

“I’m not kidding you,” Siarl assured him, still laughing. He drew back, and began to dress up again. “Follow me, and you’ll be surprised…”

“I’m intrigued.” Leo quickly pulled his clothes back on, and followed his lover through the Black Lotus to the other club.

*

“I present to you… The Jungle.” Siarl opened the door with a dramatic gesture.

Leo stepped inside, and took a moment to take it all in. Fake trees with dense foliage surrounded the moss-like, uneven ground. The air was warm and moist, and since the leaves were wet, it was obvious it would actually rain in here. In the back, he could see a waterfall, and he heard birds, monkeys, and other animals. “Heh…”

“Indeed,” Siarl grinned. “Amazing, isn’t it? Jean has talent. So what do you say? ‘Do not disturb’-sign at the door, clothes off, and have a drink here?”

“Yeah…” Leo was still speechless. He looked around as he undressed completely. Siarl took his clothes to put them away, but he didn’t pay attention. Just as he lay down on the soft moss, it started to rain. “Oh baby…”

Siarl joined him. They lied on their back, eyes closed, as the soft spray of water wet their skin. “Isn’t it lovely?”

“It’s incredible…” Leo pulled up his legs, spreading his knees, so the water would slide between his cheeks. He moaned contentedly, and didn’t respond when he felt something crawling against his ankle.

Siarl did the same, but he did respond when he felt something. He spread his legs some more, and kept an eye on Leo’s expression. The man looked peaceful and relaxed, but that would change very soon.

At first, Leo paid no attention to the soft push against his butt. Only when the feeling didn’t go away, he opened his eyes. “What’s that?” he asked suspiciously.

“Relax… It’s a jungle fantasy, Leonin. Pretend you’re sleeping, hm?”

“Will it hurt?” The unknown, pushing item slithered between his cheeks, and poked against his sphincter.

“Hell no. But they will go deep, baby… Mm… Oh!” As Siarl was still wet, his attacker could easily enter him. Next to him, Leo groaned.

“Tentacles…?”

“Yes,” Siarl chuckled at the hesitant tone. “Robot dildos. Oh yes…”

Leo forced himself to relax, and the dildo pushed through. It was self-lubricated and pulsated gently as it slid in deeper and deeper. “I’m glad I’m no virgin,” he commented with another groan, as the tentacle drew back. He had no idea how it worked, and he didn’t care either. He willingly opened up for the fantasy, and delightedly received another deep thrust.

With the dildo buried deeply inside, Siarl rolled on top of his tattooed lover. He rubbed his cock against Leo’s and kissed him, while they were both stimulated by the vibrators. It took a lot longer to come, but that didn’t matter. Dildos were tireless.

Eventually, spent and satisfied, they crawled between each other’s arms to take some rest. “Remind me to compliment Jean,” Leo mumbled with his eyes closed. “And another thing… Next time we won’t wait this long.”

“It’s been less than a week,” Siarl smiled. “It’s still not soon enough?”

“My balls start killing me after a day now. No, it’s not soon enough. I want to have a serious talk with you, Siarl. I miss you even when you just walked out the door…”

“I know what you mean…” Siarl cuddled a bit closer. He loved being with Leo. “We should take a vacation for a few weeks, or something. Then we can practice and see if we can live together…”

“Vacation would be great, but it won’t be the same as living together… we both work, right? That’s the reason we don’t see each other as often as I would like to. And you can’t move the club.”

“No… And I won’t sell it, either. We could buy a house between our places.”

“Yes. Or I could move the workshop to a place near you.” Their gazes locked for a moment. “Either way,” Leo continued, “I want to move in with you. Somewhere. I don’t care where and how.”

Siarl smiled a bit, but he was very serious about it. “I want a house,” he said. “I don’t want to live in the club with you. It’s time to grow up and move out of this fantasy-world, I reckon.”

“Nothing wrong with this fantasy-world,” Leo said quickly. “But yeah, I agree. A house with a garden. Living like common citizens.” They both thought it over, and burst out in a laugh at the same moment. “Won’t work,” Leo chuckled. “But I still want to live with you.”

“We’ll think of something,” Siarl nodded. He gave a soft, warm kiss. “First, we’ll take a few weeks off. Okay?”

“Okay. Now kiss me for real. You haven’t paid off your debt yet.”