Big Poppa

6.



“I need a hand here,” said Delwyn, looking up into the car. “Or a step ladder…” Yes, he could climb in, but even the first step was quite high.



“Let me help you, then.” Poppa stepped behind him, and grabbed him at his hips. “Up you go, tiny…” Delwyn got lifted up as if he was weightless. The chairs were huge too. “Buckle up, hm?”



Delwyn could still feel the hands on his hips as Poppa climbed in beside him. Wow… Big and strong. But still, big cars…



“So what do they say?” asked Poppa over the roar of the engine. “About men in big cars?”



“Well, you know…” Delwyn felt a blush rise up, and grinned uneasily. “It’s like what they say about black men, but then opposite. Like you have to substitute… something.”



“Hm. Vague.” Poppa chuckled softly. “But let me tell you, pretty boy… Not all is true what they say about black men, and they aren’t always right about men in big cars. Believe me.”



“You’ve had a black guy?” Delwyn blurted it out before he knew it. His blush deepened a bit.



Poppa didn’t seem to be bothered by the boldness. “Oh yes,” he shrugged. “When I was young. It was no success, though.” He glanced at Delwyn. “And he was small.”



“Okay…” Delwyn shifted a bit, cheekily glimpsing and grinning. “And you don’t need a substitute?”



“Nah.” Poppa smirked. “Never needed one…”



Delwyn couldn’t resist looking down on Poppa. The fat belly bulged over the jeans, but it was too wide to see anything. “If you say so,” he therefore said, leaning back and pulling up a leg. “Guess I have to take your word for it…”



“Mmh, why yes. Or, as they say, seeing is believing, so if I have to prove myself… You’ll have to wait until we’re at the lake, and I’ll show you.”



Laughing softly, Delwyn stared out of the window. “I bet you will,” he murmured under his breath. He had to shift again, as a delighted sting ran through his butt. Damn, and he wasn’t usually keen to play with strangers. But Poppa… The man wasn’t your average stranger in a pub. He was just so… so… “Are we there yet?”



“Almost…” Poppa pulled a hand from the steering wheel, and ran it lightly over Delwyn’s thigh. “Patient, pretty boy,” he rumbled, huskier than before. “And you will have all you ever wanted.”



“Stop it,” muttered Delwyn. His pants were suddenly far too tight. “Keep your hands on the wheel. Poppa, I don’t want to… I don’t just have sex with any men, you know? Let’s go fishing. Just… fishing.”



“Sure, love. Fishing will do. No problem.” Obediently, Poppa kept both hands on the wheel and drove on, quickly taking them to the lake. He parked next to a wooden house, without saying anything, and got out.



Delwyn opened the door, trying to be quicker than Poppa. The man waited for him, and spread his arms. With a sigh, he allowed him to help him. The hands enclosed his hips again, and he was lowered slowly, sliding along the belly. Delwyn almost groaned in delight. “Put me down,” he snapped, a bit harder than he intended. “Please.”



Big Poppa simply smiled, and put him down without a word. When he stepped back, he ran a finger along the line of Delwyn’s jaw, and winked. Without looking if the boy followed him, he opened the door of the cabin, and got inside.



It took a moment before Delwyn followed. He had to collect himself first, as the finger had almost burned on his skin. His head and body weren’t exactly cooperating today, he noticed. His head wanted to keep away from Poppa, while his body was happily glowing and shivering, eager to be thrown down, undressed and be fucked senseless.

Delwyn groaned and shook his head as he stepped inside. “Oh, wow…”



As could be expected, the place was spacious. It was light, airy, sparsely furnished, and big. The ground floor was square, with windows at all sides, and a kitchen at the far end under the open loft. A broad, sturdy staircase reached up to the gallery. Delwyn climbed up to take a look. He had found the bedroom.



Of course the bed was enormous. It was monstrous, even. Plain, thick wood, a broad mattress, robust side cabinets and fluffy pillows. The rough cotton duvet was covered in real furs, and Delwyn couldn’t resist. He had to lay down for a moment. And he had to feel that fur on his skin.



It felt good… He’d only pulled off his shoes and top, because he knew Poppa would get the wrong idea if he’d thrown himself down stark naked, but even this felt sinfully good. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, closing his eyes. He squirmed over the furs, clasping the pillow between his arms. “Delicious.”



“I told you, you wouldn’t need anything,” rumbled Poppa from the foot end of the bed. “Imagining how it would feel if you were completely undressed? It feels wonderful, believe me.”



“This time, I believe you,” sighed Delwyn, muffled in the pillow. “God, it’s so bad… but it feels so good…” He was squirming shamelessly, he realized. Poppa would get the wrong idea anyway. He tried to keep still, but then he felt the large hands on his hips again. He was pulled up, and the mattress bent down when Poppa climbed behind him.



“Imagine…” said the man. “Imagine this, my pretty…”



Delwyn gasped as he was pulled back, feeling Poppa’s hard hips against his butt. “Stop!” he said quickly, but it sounded unconvincingly. “No, Poppa… Oh please…” Yes, yes!



“We’ll go fishing,” said Poppa. “We’ll eat the fish. And then we’ll spend the night here, together, in this large bed.” With Delwyn’s hips in a firm grip, he ground his front against him. “You can say no, pretty… But you want me. Don’t you?”



“Poppa…” Delwyn begged, but his heart wasn’t into it. “Oh, Poppa… You’re evil…”



“That I am,” said Poppa pleased. “Now get dressed and come down. Or we won’t have dinner tonight.”



Delwyn groaned as Poppa slapped him on his butt, and fell forward. He needed a moment before he would be able to follow. A moment on his own, preferably. When he’d cooled down enough and his pants weren’t restraining anymore, he dressed up and went down. It was still early, but already he longed for a beer.

And a nap.



The big man was waiting for him at the pier, surrounded by fishing gear and a bucket. “Ready?” he grinned.



Delwyn didn’t stop when he reached Poppa, and walked up against him, looking up into his eyes. “You have no idea,” he said softly. He closed his eyes when Poppa leaned down, and moaned when he was kissed. His head was losing, he realized. He wouldn’t be able to resist. Not with Big Poppa turning out to be a great kisser…



“Fish,” reminded Poppa, pulling back slowly. His ice blue eyes were gleaming as he ran the back of his fingers along Delwyn’s cheek. “Let’s catch some fish.”



“Yes,” breathed Delwyn, slightly trembling. “And let’s have a dip, later…” Only he didn’t bring anything, he realized as soon as he’d suggested it. Poppa had realized it too. The man growled approvingly, and grinned broadly. Oh God, he was so lost, today…



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