Big Poppa
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
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24,712
Reviews:
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Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
24,712
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.
27
27.
“Did you like to taste me...?”
The words were whispered in his ear, and Delwyn blushed as he quickly looked around, worried someone overheard them. “Damn right,” he whispered back, winking. “Did you like to be fingered?”
“You can fuck me, next time,” Poppa rumbled, slowly licking his lips. His eyes were gleaming.
Delwyn blinked surprised, and he felt a sizzle in his lower belly as his cock abruptly responded to the promise. “Heh... Oh wow,” he mumbled, trying his hardest to keep a faint smile instead of a fat, horny grin. “Ghost stories,” he reminded his lover. “Keep it as brief as politely possible, please?”
“Don’t worry,” winked Poppa. He stepped away, and walked to the waiting group of people. “Good night, everybody!” he lowered his voice. “Look at the woods... Look over there! Something is moving...”
Big Poppa’s low, rumbling tone of voice was enough to make the children squeal in terror. Delwyn was glad they were also laughing. He joined his family, a bit away from the circle around Poppa, and sat down to listen.
Poppa was an excellent storyteller. The children as well as the adults were hanging at his lips, listening to every word he said, and even the adults got the chills at times. Delwyn was delighted. It seemed it wouldn’t be as bad after all.
It was deep in the night when everybody was in bed again. Delwyn yawned long and hard, and crawled against the big body of his lover. “Can we keep the lights on now?”
Poppa chuckled, but he shut off the lights. “You can stay close if you’re scared of ghosts now,” he said. He wrapped his arms around him, and shifted a bit to lay comfortable. “Did you have a good time?”
“I had a wonderful time,” promised Delwyn. “The kids loved it, and even my family was intrigued until the last sentences. You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Mh. I just have a lively imagination, that’s all. By the way; I think your family isn’t as bad as you thought. I quite like them, actually. You worried for nothing, I believe.”
“Yeah. I believe you’re right. After the initial shock it seems they’re okay with it. I’m glad.” With another sleepy yawn, Delwyn closed his eyes. “Sleep well, sexy,” he murmured.
“Sweet dreams, my pretty,” Poppa answered, kissing him softly. “Oh, and I want you to move in with me.”
“Mmh?” Already in his first sleep, Delwyn didn’t respond. The words drifted in his mind as Poppa said more. Move in, live together as a couple, making love, fuck him. Delwyn slept, and dreamed about all of it.
When he finally woke up, late in the morning, he felt marvelous and very happy.
“Good morning, my pretty lover.” Poppa rolled Delwyn on his back, kissing him deeply, with a pleased moan. He was dressed and refreshed, and had brought breakfast with him. The scent of coffee filled the room, but Delwyn didn’t get up. He wrapped his arms around the broad neck, pulling Poppa atop of him. Legs spread under the sheets, he rubbed his morning wood against the large belly.
“Good morning,” he finally smiled. “Mm... You brought me breakfast in bed?”
“Yeah. Buns and a large sausage,” Poppa played along. “You insatiable horndog...”
“You love it,” said Delwyn. His hands crept down, to the buns Poppa had mentioned. He grabbed him firmly through the pants, kneading the fleshy cheeks. “But I will not fuck you in this bed. I want it to be special, in your hut.”
“Our hut,” Poppa corrected him. He kissed him again. “You’re with me permanently now, remember? We agreed on that last night.”
“We did what?” Blinking, Delwyn thought back at their conversation, but it was a little blurry. “Did we actually talk before we slept...?”
“I did, and you didn’t object.” Big Poppa pecked another kiss on his lips and pulled away.
“I was sleeping!” Delwyn sat up in the pillows, staring at the large man. “That’s not fair, is it?”
“Alright, if that’s what you feel... How about it, pretty? Do you want to be my spouse from now on?”
“Poppa!” Crossing his arms, Delwyn pouted cutely. “This is not the way to propose to me.”
“It isn’t?” Poppa pulled his face in a thoughtful expression. “Then let me try something else. Step out of bed.”
Too stunned to object, Delwyn stepped out of bed. He followed his lover’s actions with his eyes. Poppa took a rose from a vase, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and knelt before him. “Delwyn Llew...” he began, looking up with soft eyes and a warm smile, looking completely silly like that. Delwyn had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing. “Pretty... Will you marry me?”
Unable to hold back any longer, Delwyn burst out in a laugh. “Big Poppa,” he replied, chuckling, “gorgeous Poppa... Yes. Yes, I want to marry you.” He took the rose, holding it under his nose as he looked at the exposed cock resting on the hairy testicles. “I will,” he said again, more serious now. “For real.”
“You just made me the happiest man on the planet, pretty.” Poppa stood up, but he didn’t close his pants. He pressed against Delwyn’s warm body as he hugged him, and kissed him with passion. “Get back in bed. We’ll eat, pack, and get out of here.”
“Did you like to taste me...?”
The words were whispered in his ear, and Delwyn blushed as he quickly looked around, worried someone overheard them. “Damn right,” he whispered back, winking. “Did you like to be fingered?”
“You can fuck me, next time,” Poppa rumbled, slowly licking his lips. His eyes were gleaming.
Delwyn blinked surprised, and he felt a sizzle in his lower belly as his cock abruptly responded to the promise. “Heh... Oh wow,” he mumbled, trying his hardest to keep a faint smile instead of a fat, horny grin. “Ghost stories,” he reminded his lover. “Keep it as brief as politely possible, please?”
“Don’t worry,” winked Poppa. He stepped away, and walked to the waiting group of people. “Good night, everybody!” he lowered his voice. “Look at the woods... Look over there! Something is moving...”
Big Poppa’s low, rumbling tone of voice was enough to make the children squeal in terror. Delwyn was glad they were also laughing. He joined his family, a bit away from the circle around Poppa, and sat down to listen.
Poppa was an excellent storyteller. The children as well as the adults were hanging at his lips, listening to every word he said, and even the adults got the chills at times. Delwyn was delighted. It seemed it wouldn’t be as bad after all.
It was deep in the night when everybody was in bed again. Delwyn yawned long and hard, and crawled against the big body of his lover. “Can we keep the lights on now?”
Poppa chuckled, but he shut off the lights. “You can stay close if you’re scared of ghosts now,” he said. He wrapped his arms around him, and shifted a bit to lay comfortable. “Did you have a good time?”
“I had a wonderful time,” promised Delwyn. “The kids loved it, and even my family was intrigued until the last sentences. You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Mh. I just have a lively imagination, that’s all. By the way; I think your family isn’t as bad as you thought. I quite like them, actually. You worried for nothing, I believe.”
“Yeah. I believe you’re right. After the initial shock it seems they’re okay with it. I’m glad.” With another sleepy yawn, Delwyn closed his eyes. “Sleep well, sexy,” he murmured.
“Sweet dreams, my pretty,” Poppa answered, kissing him softly. “Oh, and I want you to move in with me.”
“Mmh?” Already in his first sleep, Delwyn didn’t respond. The words drifted in his mind as Poppa said more. Move in, live together as a couple, making love, fuck him. Delwyn slept, and dreamed about all of it.
When he finally woke up, late in the morning, he felt marvelous and very happy.
“Good morning, my pretty lover.” Poppa rolled Delwyn on his back, kissing him deeply, with a pleased moan. He was dressed and refreshed, and had brought breakfast with him. The scent of coffee filled the room, but Delwyn didn’t get up. He wrapped his arms around the broad neck, pulling Poppa atop of him. Legs spread under the sheets, he rubbed his morning wood against the large belly.
“Good morning,” he finally smiled. “Mm... You brought me breakfast in bed?”
“Yeah. Buns and a large sausage,” Poppa played along. “You insatiable horndog...”
“You love it,” said Delwyn. His hands crept down, to the buns Poppa had mentioned. He grabbed him firmly through the pants, kneading the fleshy cheeks. “But I will not fuck you in this bed. I want it to be special, in your hut.”
“Our hut,” Poppa corrected him. He kissed him again. “You’re with me permanently now, remember? We agreed on that last night.”
“We did what?” Blinking, Delwyn thought back at their conversation, but it was a little blurry. “Did we actually talk before we slept...?”
“I did, and you didn’t object.” Big Poppa pecked another kiss on his lips and pulled away.
“I was sleeping!” Delwyn sat up in the pillows, staring at the large man. “That’s not fair, is it?”
“Alright, if that’s what you feel... How about it, pretty? Do you want to be my spouse from now on?”
“Poppa!” Crossing his arms, Delwyn pouted cutely. “This is not the way to propose to me.”
“It isn’t?” Poppa pulled his face in a thoughtful expression. “Then let me try something else. Step out of bed.”
Too stunned to object, Delwyn stepped out of bed. He followed his lover’s actions with his eyes. Poppa took a rose from a vase, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and knelt before him. “Delwyn Llew...” he began, looking up with soft eyes and a warm smile, looking completely silly like that. Delwyn had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing. “Pretty... Will you marry me?”
Unable to hold back any longer, Delwyn burst out in a laugh. “Big Poppa,” he replied, chuckling, “gorgeous Poppa... Yes. Yes, I want to marry you.” He took the rose, holding it under his nose as he looked at the exposed cock resting on the hairy testicles. “I will,” he said again, more serious now. “For real.”
“You just made me the happiest man on the planet, pretty.” Poppa stood up, but he didn’t close his pants. He pressed against Delwyn’s warm body as he hugged him, and kissed him with passion. “Get back in bed. We’ll eat, pack, and get out of here.”