Big Poppa

7.



“Are they biting?”



The words drifted into Delwyn’s mind, and he slowly opened his eyes. “Hm? I have no idea…” Grunting, he pulled himself into an upright position, and focused on his bobber. “’Fraid not… How about you?”



“Well,” Poppa pulled the bucket closer, and showed the fish in the water. “I guess we have enough fish for dinner. And your bait has been nibbled off while you were napping. I thought you liked fishing!”



“Oh, I love fishing…” Delwyn stretched contentedly, moaning loudly. “I always sleep like a baby, when I’m fishing. Mmm…” He stopped groaning when he saw Poppa staring at him, with barely concealed lust in his eyes. It made him blush, but he couldn’t repress a smile. “What time is it?”



“Time for a dip, I reckon,” said Poppa. “But first we’ll clear this up.” He got up from his chair, and began to collect the rods and fishing gear.



“Are there no people around to see us?” asked Delwyn, getting on his feet with a bit of difficulty. “I mean… We’ll have to swim naked. Can we?”



“I guess so,” shrugged Poppa. “Take this. We’ll let the chairs here. I have swimming trunks,” he continued, as he walked over the pier to the house. “But you wouldn’t fit them. You can swim in your undies, if that makes you feel more comfortable…”



“Uhm. Yes, but there’s a problem, you see… I’m not wearing any.” Delwyn bumped into Poppa when the bear stopped abruptly.



“You’re not wearing any underpants,” said Poppa slowly.



“No…”



“You’re naked under those pants. Like, completely naked, and available…”



“Stop drooling,” chuckled Delwyn, kicking Poppa against an ankle. “Yes. If only you’d known, hm?” He moved along, getting the stuff into the small shed at the side of the house. He leaned deep down, on purpose, and heard the man groan behind him. “Poppa,” he smiled, turning around. “Has it been long, since you were with a guy?”



“Far too long,” nodded the man. “But that doesn’t matter. I was only interested in finding a pretty boy like you… With such a delicious slender body and luscious lips…” He shook his head and groaned. “Damn you, Delwyn…”



Delwyn laughed softly, and reached up to the man’s neck. “Kiss me,” he ordered. He gasped when Poppa’s grasp took his breath away, and moaned into the kiss. The older man pushed his tongue possessively into his mouth, and licked his palate. God, he was so hungrily. Delwyn felt wanted and desired. He kneaded the broad neck with his fingers, as Poppa’s hands roamed over his body in turn.



Abruptly, they broke the kiss, gazing in each other’s eyes. “There will be no chance in hell you won’t get fucked tonight,” warned Poppa. “You know that, don’t you?”



“What do you expect me to do now… squeal and run away?” Delwyn kissed him again, sensually rubbing himself against the large belly.



Poppa pushed him away, and turned back to the pier. “Let’s get into that water,” he rumbled. “I have to cool down.”



Delwyn followed slower, pulling his shirt off as he walked. “By all means,” he mumbled, looking at Poppa’s enormous legs and back. “Show yourself to me… Big, big Poppa…”



The bear stopped at the end of the pier, and looked around for good measures. They seemed to be absolutely alone at the lake, and he began to undress. His shorts were tense over his erection, and he turned slowly towards Delwyn. “Want to see?”



“Oh yes,” breathed Delwyn. He licked his lips, pushing a hand against his hard front through his jeans. “Please…” Poppa dropped his shorts, and he gasped once more. “Oh, yes,” he said again, groaning this time. The man was big indeed. The cock curved down, as if the fat glans was too heavy for the shaft, and it was leaking precome already. Delwyn bit his tongue to keep his mind clear. He wanted to taste him…



Poppa grinned, moving his hand forward over the tip to rub in some of the clear precome. Delwyn’s eyes followed every move. “I’m glad you approve,” he said softly. “It will be all yours, pretty. As much as you want it, any time you need it.”



All Delwyn could answer with, was a wordless grunt. He quickly pulled down his pants, just as Poppa fell backwards into the water, and he ran to the end of the pier to dive in behind him. The shock of the cold water cooled him down immediately, but then he felt two strong arms encircle him from behind. He got pulled up to the surface, and Poppa sucked him at the side of his neck. “Mm… Will we be swimming or cuddling?”



“Whatever you want, my pretty…” Poppa wasn’t hiding his excitement in any way. Wiping a few wet, blond strands away from Delwyn’s face, he continued to suck slowly at his skin, sliding his tongue all over his neck.



Delwyn couldn’t stand, at this part of the lake. Poppa had to keep him above the water, between his strong arms, and he was helpless in the firm grip. Now he was used to the temperature of the water, he found himself growing again. He groaned when a warm hand closed around his cock, making slow, jerking movements. He made no objections. This weekend wasn’t over yet.



Poppa swam closer to the pier, where they would be hidden from view. It was less deep here too, and Delwyn could stand on the bottom. He turned around when Poppa let him go, and pushed against the fat belly, sliding his arms around him. “Big Poppa,” he said lovingly. “We should be swimming…”



“Should we? Mm… But you feel so good, Delwyn…”



“There’s time,” smiled Delwyn. Leaning forward, he cuddled the man, resting his head on a shoulder. “No rush… I’m not going away, big guy. I’ll be with you for the whole weekend.”



Poppa seemed to relax a bit, and wrapped his arms around Delwyn. Kissing his hair, he sighed softly. “Big Poppa is horny,” he rumbled. “I respect you, Winnie. I know it’s hard to believe, but I do. It’s just…” He sighed deeper now. “You’re so pretty…”



Delwyn looked up, pulling a hand loose to draw idle circles around one of Poppa’s pronounced nipples. “Why are you so scared I might leave you, before you have the chance to have sex with me?”



Poppa laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Oh dear. Pretty, and smart. You got me there, baby, you got me there.”



“Look…” Delwyn pulled back some more. “Like I said before; I don’t have sex with just any man I happen to like. I think you’re marvelous, Poppa… You are a real man, I admire you for how you look, but I also want to like you… for what’s deeper inside. And I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name.”



“Will that make a difference? Knowing my name?” Poppa’s voice sounded soft and a little melancholic, ending in a sigh.



“Oh, don’t give me those puppy-eyes now,” smiled Delwyn, pulling the man close again. “You’ll have to trust me, Pop… I said I wouldn’t leave you! We have the weekend to get a bit more familiar with each other, and enough time after that. Trust me. This time, you’ll have to believe me.”



Poppa grumbled something, which Delwyn couldn’t understand. He looked up when he was asked to repeat it. “I said, my name is Rick,” he said clearer. “But I prefer Big Poppa.”



“You’re my Big Poppa,” nodded Delwyn, still smiling. “Now lets swim, hm? And you can cuddle me, as much as you want. But you’re not taking advantage of me. Deal?”



“Deal.” Poppa nodded, and leaned in to give a soft kiss. It increased in passion, and Delwyn had no chance to escape from the strong arms. Not that he wanted to… Despite his wise words, he still wanted the big man. “Mine,” growled Poppa. Delwyn didn’t object.



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