Big Poppa

26.
They were both snoring softly, wrapped up between each other’s arms, when the door quietly opened. A woman looked inside, opening the door completely as she saw the sleeping couple. With a faint smile, she tiptoed to the bed, and took a moment to look at the two.
Dinner had been served, hours ago. The kids were already in bed. They had tried to wake up Delwyn and Poppa, but although they had a few sleepy replies a few times, they never showed up. It was almost midnight now. An excellent time for ghost stories in the woods behind the hotel.

“Wake up,” mum began, gently nudging her son’s shoulder. The young man stopped snoring, mumbled something, and crept even closer against his big lover. Mum smiled again. Delwyn seemed very happy with the large, bald man. She had never seen him sleeping like that. It made her warm inside.
Since waking up Delwyn seemed impossible at the moment, mum turned her efforts on Poppa. The man was extremely heavy, she noticed as she first nudged, and then budged him. “Poppa...” It was funny, to say that name. She used to call her father ‘Pop’.

Poppa moved his head, grunting, his arms firmly around the much smaller man. “Oh,” he said as he saw who was poking him. “Should I be worried now?”

“About what?” Mum blinked, and chuckled. “It’s nearly midnight. We should get the kids out of bed for your ghost stories. You didn’t forget your promise, I hope?”

“Midnight?” Big Poppa jerked his head to the nightstand, looking at the alarm clock. “Why didn’t you wake us earlier? Oh dear... Delwyn! Winnie... Wake up, we overslept!”

“Mph... Wha? Mum!” Delwyn jerked away from Poppa as he saw his mother next to the bed. He failed, as Poppa was still holding him. Quickly, he looked if they were decent. It was more than clear what they had been doing, he saw, blushing almost scarlet.

“Hello Del... Yes,” she turned to Poppa, “we tried to wake you up. You answered a few times, saying you were coming. I wonder if that meant you were coming down, or...”

“Mum!” Delwyn couldn’t believe his mother made a joke like that. “Sorry,” he added with a mumble and averted eyes. “We uh... We didn’t have much time together. I uh... We...”

“Take a shower, and come down before midnight, okay? And yes, we heard you. The dead could have heard you two... The kids were scared at first, thinking Delwyn was hurt. Let’s just say that we had an unexpected, very awkward talk with the children. We knew we had to have a talk like that sooner or later, of course, but...”

“Oh gods... I’m so sorry, mum...” Delwyn hid his face behind his hands for a moment, groaning.

Poppa sniggered amused. “No one got hurt,” he rumbled. “It doesn’t harm anybody to have a talk about the facts and pleasures of life, at any age. Alright, shower. Either close your eyes or get out, mum.”

Mum wasn’t quick enough, partly because Poppa had called her ‘mum’. She was still digesting it as the man threw the blankets off him, and stood up. Stark naked, he walked to the bathroom, seemingly unruffled about who saw his tools. Mum made a soft, choking sound.

“He warned you, mum...” Delwyn mumbled.

“Good heavens, Delwyn...” Mum stared at the door, listening to the water flowing. “I can’t begin to imagine what you two do in bed...”

“Don’t try, please,” Delwyn warned her. “He makes me happy and we please each other. I hope that’s enough information.”

“More than enough,” his mother nodded quickly. “I’ll see you downstairs, right? Don’t fall asleep again.”

Delwyn was very certain he wouldn’t fall asleep anymore. His mother’s unexpected visit was enough to wake him up completely. He promised to be downstairs before midnight, and got out of bed as soon as the woman closed the door. He ran into the bathroom. “Couldn’t you wait?” he said breathlessly, eyes wide and accusingly as he stared at the enormous man in the shower.

“For what? She didn’t close her eyes, and didn’t attempt to leave. Her choice. Join me, pretty, the water is lovely.”

For a moment, Delwyn looked at his lover, trying to imagine the impression he had made on his mother. Poppa was huge, with his big belly bulging over his swollen, impressive cock and balls. He could clearly see the man was constantly on the edge, after their long, passionate afternoon. He groaned desperately as Poppa moved his soapy hands down. “I’ll shower when you’re done,” he said, unconvinced.

Poppa opened his eyes, hands rubbing his balls. His gaze dropped down, and he grinned. “Horndog... Want to have a quickie?” He moved the fingers of one hand under his half-hard cock, swinging it up and down. “You could suck me...”

“Rinse off that soap,” Delwyn said before he knew it. He already stepped forward, and knelt on the cotton rug. Poppa quickly obeyed, swiftly arousing. He let the shower running as he stepped up close, legs spread a little. Delwyn placed his hands on his hips, and pulled him towards his face. Maybe he could swallow him today. He wanted to get used to the taste.
Starting at the heavy balls, Delwyn licked the wet skin. Taking care of one testicle at the time, he rolled them around with his tongue, until they tightened. He heard his big lover breath slowly and deeply, softly gasping as he dragged his tongue along the hardened shaft. Opening his mouth as wide as possible, he sucked the cock inside. He pressed his tongue against the shaft and slowly inched down. He went further than he’d ever done with anyone, blocking his throat with the mushroom-like head. It took a few times and controlled breathing, but then he got the hang of it. Poppa groaned pleased as he took him all the way to the root.

“Oh, pretty...” Poppa gasped surprised. “This is... Oh baby, go on!”

Glad the man didn’t move much, Delwyn bobbed his head back and forth in the pace he felt comfortable with. Cupping one hand under the balls, gently kneading, he slid his other hand to the large bum. The cock shook up as he slid his fingers between the butt cheeks, poking against the ass. Poppa spread his legs some more. One finger pushed through his taut muscle.

“What are you doing, bad, bad boy...?”Poppa groaned, smiling with his eyes closed. “Careful... You’ll have a mouthful in no time, with naughty fingers like that.”

Delwyn wanted his mouth full, so he took him deep in his mouth, pressing his finger just as deep inside. Poppa’s ass felt like silk around his digit, with a tight, contracting ring of muscle at the base and a bit deeper inside. He wondered if the man had ever been fingered before. He obviously enjoyed it... Poppa was probably more experienced than Delwyn thought.

“A little deeper,” groaned the large man above him. Poppa braced against the wall with one hand, digging the fingers of the other in the blond locks. “There... Right there, Delwyn... Ah...”

Knowing what he felt under his fingertip, Delwyn made small, firm circular motions. His head was pushed forward. He could taste the bitter-sweet precome, and stopped sucking. With his mouth open, tongue pressed against the cock, he moved his head at the same pace as his finger. Poppa began to tremble.

“Careful, pretty,” warned Poppa with difficulty. “Close... Close! Coming! Ngh!”

Delwyn didn’t pull back. It would be impossible, as Poppa’s gripping fingers forced his head against his belly, fucking his face with sharp, short thrusts. He could only receive the cock in his throat, trying to breathe around it. He held his breath when the first spurt released. He couldn’t swallow without chocking, and he didn’t try. Poppa cried out, bucking against his face, contracting hard around his finger. Delwyn couldn’t do anything else than wait it out, hold his breath, allowing his lover to relieve deep in his throat.
Finally, just as he thought he would faint by the lack of oxygen, the man let go of his hold. Delwyn swallowed quickly, jerked his head back, and gasped for air.

Poppa fell against the wall, panting and trembling. “That was great,” he rumbled with a broad, slightly surprised smile. “You can do that more often!”

Delwyn licked his lips and wiped them dry with a hand, slowly gaining his breath. “We will,” he promised, hoarsely. “Dirty boy,” he added with a grin.

“Dirty?” Poppa laughed, leaning down to lift Delwyn up and under the shower. “You know how good it is to be fingered, pretty. I bet your ass is still sore, hm? Is it?”

“A little, yes,” nodded Delwyn. He bent his head backwards, to wet his face and hair. “Jerk me... You made me horny,” he smiled with his eyes closed.

“Gonna suck you too. We have to be quick, though.”

“It won’t take long, I promise. Mm...” Delwyn leaned with his hands against the cold tiles, spreading his legs and bending through his knees as Poppa knelt in front of him. “Hot mouth... Delicious.”

Big Poppa didn’t finger him. He took him deep in his mouth though, which was a lot easier with Delwyn’s much smaller cock. Expertly, he sucked him to his climax, swallowing every drop. He dragged his tongue along the smooth belly and chest as he stood up, and pushed it deep in Delwyn’s mouth as he kissed him. “I love you,” he murmured. “Now let’s hurry.”