Big Poppa

28.
It was already late as they finally made it back to the house at the lake. They had visited Delwyn’s father again, had lunch with the family at the hotel, and it had been difficult to leave. The kids loved Poppa, and simply didn’t want him to go away. The man had to use every skill he had with children to get them quiet again. Delwyn’s family had been highly impressed by the man’s patience, and even more by the reactions of the children.

“Have a good trip home, Delwyn.” Harri had leaned through the open window, ruffling his youngest brother through his hair. “And don’t be a stranger anymore. Poppa... Take care of my baby-brother, alright?”

“I’ll give him everything his little heart requires,” Poppa had promised. And finally, they were able to leave.

First thing Delwyn noticed, is that the tent was gone. Joseph and Barney had left earlier. Delwyn was very glad about that.
As Poppa opened the door for them, he nearly stepped on a note on the floor. It had been pushed under the door. Poppa picked it up and gave it to Delwyn, who read it as he walked inside. “It’s a thank-you note,” he smiled. “The boys had a good talk and even better fun.”

“Good to hear,” nodded Poppa. He flicked on some lights. With a grunt, he fell on one of his sofas, and he pulled his feet on the coffee table. “Glad they’re gone. Oh, Delwyn...”

“Hm?” Delwyn put the note away, and crawled next to him, kicking his sneakers off.

“We’ll take a week off.”

Poppa said it so casually, Delwyn first thought he heard it wrong. “Great!” he grinned as he made himself sure the man meant it. “That’s wonderful... Will we stay here, all week long?”

“All week, baby.” With one arm, he pulled his lover close enough to kiss him. “A week without work, without worries, with only each other. How does that sound?”

“Heavenly,” assured Delwyn. He couldn’t resist to wander over the belly with a hand, dipping under the shirt to feel the hairy softness. He wiggled a finger in the belly-button. “Can I be naked the whole week?”

“Oh yes... By all means, sexy. In fact... you can undress now, if you feel comfortable.”

Delwyn got up, and walked around to close all the curtains. He knew they were alone in the woods, but still he didn’t want to feel exposed like that. When he was ready, he stopped short to the sofa, and slowly pulled his top over his head. Poppa watched him, without moving. He only ran the tip of his tongue sensually along his lips, watching him closely. Delwyn unzipped his pants, and slowly but surely pushed it down. As he never wore underwear, his cock jumped free, dangling invitingly in front of Poppa’s eager eyes. The man shifted as the blonde slid a hand under his balls, lifting them. “I want to fuck that fat ass of yours,” Delwyn said huskily. “Tonight I want you to squirm under me, like a horny little boy...”

A somewhat desperate sound escaped the big man. He breathed heavily, licking his lips again. “What are we waiting for...?” he rumbled. “I would love to squirm for you, pretty...”

“Go upstairs,” Delwyn ordered, beckoning with his head. “First, you will strip for me. Move!”

Poppa instantly jumped up. He was rather quick for such a large man, as he ran up to the loft. He breathed fast, but more out of excitement than because of his sudden action. His eyes were wide, his cheeks flustered. Delwyn was amazed when he saw him, standing there like a schoolboy, waiting for the next order. He crawled on the bed, sitting on his knees. The soft light from the bedside lamps were enough to see the man’s tremble.

“Strip,” Delwyn said softly. “Top first.”

Poppa pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it carelessly on the floor. His broad chest rose with every deep breath, and the belly shivered.

“Pants,” ordered Delwyn next. “Keep your shorts on.” He moaned as the man slowly pulled his pants off, enjoying the sight of those large legs. It would be amazing to feel them around his hips. His cock jerked up at the thought, and he blinked, focusing on his task. “Shorts. Turn around, I want to have a good look at your ass.”

Obediently, the big man turned. His thick fingers hooked behind the elastic band, and he inched it over his hips and butt. He bent to step out of the legs, a bit deeper than necessary. Slowly, he stood upright again, parting his feet a little. He kept his hands in front of him as Delwyn ordered him to turn, pressing against his already hard cock. He could barely cover his excitement. His balls already cramped in expectation.

“Oh yeah,” Delwyn sighed hotly. “Big Poppa... Big, big, horny Poppa. I’m so lucky to have you... Come here, and sit on your knees. But kiss me first.”

Poppa crawled on the mattress, offering his hot lips for a deep kiss. He didn’t touch Delwyn, as he wasn’t ordered to. Instead, he allowed the smaller man to take complete control, tilting his head and closing his eyes, licking sensually along the inquiring, demanding tongue.

“You taste delicious,” Delwyn complimented with a soft sigh. His hands slid over the bald head, and he rubbed the man’s ears with eager fingers. “Now turn around, and let me have a good look at that full bum of yours, Rick.”

Poppa bit his lip to keep him from commenting, but his eyes had shot open at the name. He would be Rick, if Delwyn wanted it, just because it was so horny to be submissive for a change. He crawled away, leaning his head on a pillow, and spread his legs like a obedient bottom.

Delwyn nearly shot his load at the man’s obedience. It was great to be top! Silently thanking the gods of gay lust, he knelt behind his lover, and placed his hands on the cheeks to spread them.
Poppa was hairy, everywhere. Delwyn slid a thumb along the shallow notch, rubbing over the pink, puckered muscle he saw for the first time. Leaning in, he first kissed the cheeks, then the tailbone. Slowly, he moved his lips and the tip of his tongue deeper down, stalling at the entrance. He kissed it, licked it tentatively, and pushed his tongue deep inside.

“Oh! Gods...” Poppa’s cock jerked to full thickness, his balls cramping up. He buried his face in the pillow, keeping it between his arms, as the tongue worked inside his ass. Despite all his experiences with men, he had been bottom only a few times, and his tops had never rimmed his ass. Delwyn surprised him. The boy ate him expertly. Poppa wasn’t complaining... But he made a mental note to ask him a few questions later.

With the rectum wet and relaxed, Delwyn drew back to get the lube. He took a generous blob on two fingers, and pressed them against the well-worked ass. He slipped inside easily. He took some more, and slid in deeper. With the third apply, he could reach in completely, and he began to finger him firmly. He knew what he liked. He reckoned Poppa would like the same. He appeared to be right.

“Del!” Poppa jerked his head up, lowering it slowly again. “Shit man... Yes!”

“You like that, Rick?” Delwyn grinned, captivated by the pleasure displayed in front of him. He fingered firmly, sliding in and out until the muscles were warm and loosened. It was impossible to miss the man’s prostate. The soft, nut-like gland slid under his fingertips. Every time he rubbed it, Poppa cried out, and his cock jerked up. Delwyn kept a good look at the man. A clear drop of precome appeared on the tip, growing bigger and bigger until it dribbled on the furs; one long, slick drop of a promise of what was to follow.

“I believe you are ready, Rick, aren’t you? Are you ready to be fucked?”

“More than ever!” Although muffled in the pillow, Poppa’s desire could be noticed without mistake. “Yes, Delwyn, fuck me! Fuck your horny slutty boy...”

Delwyn grinned broadly. He lubed his cock, and took his position behind the massive bum. He pushed on Poppa’s back to lower him a bit, until the slick, loosened entrance was at the same height of his arousal. He didn’t ask Poppa of he was ready for it, as the man obviously was, and he pressed inside with determination. The big man uttered a delighted cry, and before he knew what he was doing, he was slamming against the ass.
It felt amazing. Poppa was hot and slick around him, but very tight. The muscles he had felt around his finger that morning were now contracting hard around his shaft, as if they wanted to milk him to his climax. “Oh, this is good!” he exclaimed, sounding surprised.

Poppa merely grunted something in reply. He kept his face firmly in the pillow, muffling his continuous, elated cries without success. His leaking cock, with even more precome bubbling up now, swung up and down with every thrust. He pushed back to meet Delwyn’s cock, feeling the balls hit his notch again and again. “I love you,” he gasped, his voice almost lost in the sounds of lust and delight. “So much... So goddamn much...”

Through his haze, Delwyn heard the soft whispers, and he felt the tingle in the low of his back crawl forward. “I love you too,” he managed to reply. “And shit, Poppa, I fucking love to fuck you! Damn!”

“Do it... Fill me. Claim me. Delwyn...” Poppa no longer muffled his sounds, pleading him with delighted rumbles. He writhed, like Delwyn writhed under him so many times, giving himself completely and without shame.

“Turn on your back,” Delwyn said, breathlessly. “I want your legs around my hips. I want to look at your face!”

As soon as the younger man drew back, Poppa rolled on his back. He pulled his legs high up, completely willing, as if he was always the receiving part of a couple. Delwyn pushed back inside with a single roll of his hips, and leaned down on the man’s trembling belly. “Now it’s for real,” he grunted, unexpectedly rude. He picked up his pace immediately, pressing heavily on the trapped cock.

“Oh baby!” Poppa cried out, clamping his full thighs against the slender hips. “Fuck me!”

Delwyn looked at the man’s face, amazed at what he saw. Poppa loved this! He grinned as he thought about what their colleagues would think if they saw their terror like this, and leaned down to nip at the wet, parted lips. His hips slammed against the spread ass, and he was very close to climaxing now. He didn’t allow his balls to empty just yet. First, he wanted to see his lover coming for him. “I want to hear how much you love it,” he rumbled, working a hand between their sweating bodies. The enormous cock almost jumped into his first. He began to stroke it with firm, fast moves. “Let me hear you, Rick!”

“Delwyn!” Poppa happily gave the smaller man what he wanted. “Fuck me! I’m all yours! Ah! Shit, you make me co-o-ome...!”

The blonde didn’t know what he wanted to see most; Poppa’s utterly delighted expression as he came, or the spurting cock in his fist. He quickly looked at both, grinning broadly. As the cock deflated, he let go and leaned on his hands to work on his own orgasm.
It didn’t take long. One, two, three thrusts, and he cried out loud, bucking his hips uncontrolled against the perspiring cheeks. “Ah shit, yes! Oh!” Slamming in again, another squirt left him, leaving him completely satisfied and spent. With a long groan, he fell on his lover, arms limper than his cock.

Poppa panted like a large dog in heat. He lowered his legs, the now soft dick slipping out of him, followed by a gulp of sperm. “Amazing,” he gasped. “You are amazing...”

Delwyn couldn’t move. “As are you,” he only mumbled. “Glad you have no neighbors...” he commented with a dry chuckle. “Your window is open.”

“Huh?” Poppa turned his head, looking at the window Delwyn mentioned. “But it was closed...” he said, suddenly worried.

Delwyn opened his eyes, just in time to see something dark move outside. He saw a shimmer too. But they were on the second floor... Surely nobody could have accidentally watched them?

“Someone is outside.” Again surprisingly fast, the large man pushed Delwyn off him, and jumped out of bed. He yanked the curtain aside. “My steps. Someone has used the steps to spy on us... I can see him. Stay here.”

Stunned, Delwyn watched his lover run down the stairs, naked, and he jumped up to take a look outside. Poppa ran around the hut to the bushes, a pale figure against the dark surroundings. He rumbled around for a while, before he emerged empty-handed.

“He’s gone,” he said, looking up to the window. “Don’t worry, I’m coming back inside.”

Don’t worry? Don’t worry?! Delwyn couldn’t believe the man told him that. Someone had watched him fucking the big man, and he said not to worry? As soon as Poppa came back up, he yelled, “someone watched me... and you... and how you... and how I... Oh gods!”

“Calm down!” Poppa shook his head, frowning. “What will they do? Tell my mother? Jeesh...”

“B-but...” His finger trembled as Delwyn pointed at the window. “Maybe they’ve made pictures... Or filmed us, even... They could ruin you!”

“Nah. What can they do?” he asked again, shrugging. “I’m not fussed, darling. Come on. Let’s have a nice drink and a cuddle, and forget it, hm?”

Delwyn couldn’t believe how cool Poppa seemed to be. He blinked, settling back in the pillows, feeling dirtier than he wanted to feel after such a great experience. As he sipped the scotch his lover gave him, something came to mind. “What if it was Mark?” he said softly, looking at Poppa with big eyes.

“Mark?” Poppa echoed. “Why the hell would that idiot spy on us?”

“As revenge, of course! He’ll show pictured of you, lying like that! He will ruin you?” Delwyn was practically screaming now, out of pure frustration and fear. “He’ll ruin me!”

“Oh, Delwyn, shut up...” Poppa grinned reassuringly, pulling an arm around him to keep him close. “We won’t be ruined. Embarrassed, perhaps, and they’ll have a good laugh at the shop, but we won’t be ruined.”

Delwyn was not convinced. Fears of the past all came back to him now. The assholes who hurt Jean, nearly killing them both. It was the reason he never came out. He had come out to his boss and his family now, but he wasn’t ready to be confronted with laughing or disgusted colleagues. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if it was him receiving, but he had just fucked the biggest, baddest man of the shop... “Oh Poppa,” he groaned. “Please, take care of it?”

As he buried his face against the broad neck, he failed to see the man’s sudden hard expression. “I will,” Poppa promised. “Don’t you worry about a thing, my pretty... I will take care of it.”