Big Poppa ~ Part II

5.
Since they had moved the party outside, Poppa made a fire in a large, iron pit in the corner of the porch, and lit a few torches. He muttered something about the missed barbecue, until Delwyn gave him a bag of marshmallows. Like a happy child, he roasted them, while he talked with the others.

Delwyn was stunned about his lover’s plans about building a second cabin next to theirs. Even though Poppa didn’t say it would be for Jean as well as for Siarl, he understood it perfectly. He didn’t show how much it thrilled him. He didn’t want to embarrass the two.
They were sitting next to each other on the bench, hands hidden from view. Delwyn was almost certain they were touching each other. He tried not to look. He was stoked!

Indeed, they were touching hands. Jean’s heart almost burst against his ribs as he felt the strong fingers sliding sensually against the palm of his hand. He never knew a simple touch like that could make him swoon so much. He sighed a few times, unsuccessfully trying to get rid of the silly feeling in his stomach. He would never get sleepy, this way.

The others weren’t sleepy either. The cold weather, together with the fire and the coffee, kept them awake until the small hours of the night. Finally, when they became sensible enough to know tomorrow would become another exciting day, they went inside to get ready to sleep.

Jean was certain he wouldn’t sleep at all. Sure, the sofa, once it was pulled out to make a large bed, looked comfortable enough. The cabin was cool, but not cold, and the blankets were soft. He was lying on his back, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt, listening to the sounds coming from the loft.
They tried to be quiet, he knew. But they had been teasing each other all day, and Siarl’s stories had added to the cramp in their balls. Jean heard Poppa’s soft grunts, Delwyn’s muffled, but appreciative cries, and he counted at least three orgasms each before it was quiet.
He sighed deeply, keeping his hands above the blankets. Now he was horny. He wondered if he could wank quietly enough.

“Finally,” whispered Siarl in the dark. “I would burst if they got at it one more time.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” whispered Jean back, rolling his head to look at the dark shape next to him. He knew the man was naked. Siarl had stepped in bed with shorts and a shirt, but he had pulled them off when the lights were out. Now he was sorry he had kept his shirt on. He could feel the warmth of the other man’s body nearby.

“I can’t sleep.” Siarl rolled on his side, even closer to Jean. He folded an arm under his head. “That idiot of a friend of mine is to blame for that. He put too many thoughts in my head.”

“Like what?” Now his good eye got used to the darkness, he could see some more of the man’s features. Siarl had braided his thick hair. His face had a beautiful shape, and his ears were small. No earrings. The man had no jewels at all, which was strange. It would suit him. “How long do you know each other?”

“Since high school. We were the two bullies,” Siarl smiled. “Not that bad, though. We discovered the other was gay as well, and kinda stuck together, as it were. We kept in touch through the years, like brothers. How long do you know Delwyn?”

“Oh, since kindergarten. We lived in the same neighborhood since we were babies. We’re very close. I like to say he’s my brother too...”

“It’s nice to choose your own brothers. Better than the real ones, sometimes.”

“Yes.” Jean sighed, and rolled on his side to face the man. “I couldn’t help him out of the closet, though. It took a big man to make him comfortable and secure enough. He looks so tough, my pretty brother, but he’s such an uncertain fairy...”

“I’m not!” Delwyn yelled from above.

Jean startled, but then he laughed. “No eavesdropping!” he yelled back. “Get to sleep, you two!”

“Then get on with it and stop talking! I can hear every word!”

Siarl crept a bit closer. “We don’t have to talk,” he whispered, softer than before. His hand, under the blankets, gently touched Jean’s stomach through the thin jersey. He slid further down, keeping a close look at the other’s expression. As he touched the pubic hair, his eyes fluttered close. “Mm.”

Jean breathed slowly, trying to keep it evenly. He bit his lip, unwilling to make a sound. He granted Delwyn all the fun in the world, but not this time. This was his special moment. In turn, and as an answer to Siarl’s unspoken question, he reached out as well. His breath stocked in his throat as he felt a large, rock hard cock between them. Tentatively, he touched the whole length with his fingertips. “Jesus,” he sighed.

Siarl chuckled. “Heavenly, yes,” he admitted quietly. “I promise.” He pushed up, leaning over Jean. They kissed with instant passion, pressing against each other as if their lives depended on it.

Jean couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. He wrapped his arms around Siarl’s shoulders, hooking a leg around him at the same time, pulling him as close as possible. Their cocks rubbed together, hot and sticky, and he opened his mouth to receive the eager, hot tongue. For a moment, he wanted the other two to hear them so they would bring them lube and condoms. They didn’t. Tonight, he wouldn’t spread his legs for this gorgeous man. Instead, they stroked and kissed, exploring each other with their hands and lips, heating up by the minute. It was just as well. Jean came far too soon, gasping for air, and he felt the other coming all over his bare front not long after that.
“Shit,” he muttered, pressing his face against the broad shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Sorry he came so soon, and sorry they only jerked each other.

“I’m not,” Siarl assured him, kissing his earlobe. “Now we will be able to sleep.”

“Yes...” With a chuckle, Jean drew back to pull his shirt off. He wiped Siarl clean, and then himself. He was surprised they didn’t hear comments from the other two. He hoped they were sleeping, as he was certain he had made too much noise. “I bet you’re a great lover,” he whispered.

“I don’t know,” answered Siarl. He crawled against him, and pulled him close. “That’s for you to judge...”

“Mm... Will you allow me to judge you, then?”

“Of course I will. This tasted wonderful... I want more of the same.”

“Careful... I don’t want to end up like those chocolates, do I?”

Siarl laughed softly, and kissed him. “There are so many different chocolates, beautiful; it takes a long time to get tired of them.”

Jean smiled in the dark, making himself comfortable against the much larger man. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep at all. He was proven wrong when Delwyn woke him up, late in the morning. He discovered he was lying with his back against Siarl, with the man’s strong arms tightly around him. Delwyn's expression was absolutely priceless. Poppa, of course, only grinned.

“The shower is vacant, and breakfast will be ready when you’re done.” Poppa towered above the bed, arms crossed in front of his massive chest. “Will you shower together or in turn...?”

Jean’s blush was deeper than ever. He had no idea how to react. Siarl came to the rescue, but not the way he expected him to do it. The man threw the blankets off them, and slowly stood up to give the others a good view on his impressive body. Offering his hand, he helped Jean up. “We’ll shower together,” he announced with a smirk, wrapping an arm around the slender waist. “Keep your pants on,” he added over his shoulder, as he guided Jean away from the gaping spectators.

“Do you like to provoke like that?” Jean’s voice trembled a little. Siarl closed the door, and opened the taps. “I don’t believe Poppa ever saw me naked, before...”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, do you?” Water tested and approved, Siarl stepped under the shower. “I’m sure we’ll show each other more, in the future. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Well... Not really, it’s just that... I mean, Delwyn saw me naked many times before, and we have even experienced with each other when we were younger, but Big Poppa is... He’s...”

“He’s Big Poppa,” helped the dark-haired man. “He’s no threat at all. Come... The water is great.”

Jean stalled for a little longer, watching the man soaping himself. Siarl was absolutely gorgeous, at every angle. A quick look down confirmed his fear; he was growing rapidly. Siarl saw it too. He smiled and winked, and grabbed him to pull him against him.

“Refresh,” he said, nuzzling him. He began to wash him. “I want to show you my club.”

Jean couldn’t repress a nervous sigh. “I will get horny,” he murmured, eyes averted. “You won’t despise me for that, will you?”

“No,” Siarl laughed. “Why would I? It is horny to see all those men fucking each other... I’m sure I’ll get aroused too, with you nearby. It’s a great feeling to know there’s someone I can turn to, for a change.”

“But you’re...” Jean licked his lips, searching for words. He slid his hands through the dark chest hair, soaping it, as he thought about movies with clubs. “You’re the owner of a club. Don’t you have cuties at your side all the time? You know...”

The man tilted his head slightly. “No... I don’t. I’m alone in my office, most of the time. Working. It’s takes a lot of work to run a place like mine, Jeanie...” He slid the soft sponge to Jean’s behind, and slid it between the round cheeks. “That’s why I like to get to know you... It will be wonderful to have a cutie at my side, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh... And you think I’m cute?”

“Do I ever...” Pushing his tongue deep in Jean’s mouth, he shut him up.

They didn’t talk much during breakfast, either. Not because they were embarrassed, or feeling awkward, but because it was far too much fun to see the frustration in the other two. They were dying to know what they had done, that night. Delwyn couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep without hearing anything!
They weren’t going to fill him in, and eventually took Siarl’s car to drive to the Black Lotus.

It was a long ride. By the time they arrived, one of Siarl’s assistants had opened for business. Siarl parked behind the club, and walked to his private entrance. The locks were heavy. The door swung open, and he let them in.
“Now... Are you guys ready? We’ll come in a hall first, so it’s not that bad yet.”

Jean swallowed, and pressed against Delwyn. “Is it already busy, then?”

Siarl looked at his cell phone. “Yes,” he said laconic. “We’re open for an hour already. The place will be packed until four in the morning.”

Both boys gasped. “What? Wow... How many men will you have by then?”

“Mm...” Siarl’s hand was on the door handle, but he didn’t open it yet. “Most stay for approximately two hours, and I have a maximum of fifty members at the same time, so... Three hundred a night? Maximum.”

“Gods... And how much is the fee?”

Siarl laughed, and shook his head. “A lot,” he smirked. “It’s worth every penny, I’ve been told. Ready?” He opened the door, and they stepped into the dome.