Big Poppa ~ Part II

7.
Delwyn was lying half on top of Poppa, caressing the big belly he adored so much. His hips were slowly moving back and forth, riding against the hip. One of Poppa’s fingers was buried deep in his ass, lazily sliding and rubbing. They were kissing heatedly, sucking each other’s tongue, still hot but too lazy to move much.

Siarl watched them as he caressed Jean’s inner thighs. “I hope I didn’t spoil our budding relationship with this,” he murmured.

Jean had spread his legs willingly, eyes closed and smiling. He moaned occasionally, when the fingers touched his entrance. “You didn’t spoil anything,” he said softly. “I would do anything for you.”

“Would you, mh?” Siarl crawled on top of him, pushing his hips between the slender legs. “You wake up something in me... I’m not sure if I should let you, Jean.”

“Are you bad?” Jean asked, lifting his legs. His hips rolled up, and the poking cock slipped through his supple muscle. He was still wet inside. Siarl entered him without problems. They sighed in unison. “You mentioned something about tying up...”

“Yes. I was a Master, once. But I never had a lover. Mm... I can feel myself...” With slow rolls of his hips, Siarl fucked him deeply, but unhurriedly. “I could get us a slave to play with...”

“I rather play with you.” Jean gasped as the head of the cock rubbed against his sweet spot. “Never thought about slaves.”

“Could be nice, to whip someone. It’s relaxing. Ah... Try it in the Dome, darling. Get rid of any frustrations. Oh, yes... Milk me...”

Jean sucked his mouth on him in a heated kiss, moving his hips to increase the pace. He had frustrations. He had still issues, because of what happened with him when he was young. It would be great to get rid of that, as Siarl put it. “I will give it a try,” he promised, breaking the kiss. “Oh...”

“Good. I’ll give you a trained slave. You can hit him as long and as hard as you want to. You can fuck him. Yes... You can fuck...!” Siarl gasped, pushing inside deeply. He moaned delightedly, pumping out an almost slow climax. He felt it in whole his body. His toes curled in the sheets, he bit his lower lip, and kept his eyes closed to fully enjoy every second.

Jean watched him, smiling at the sight. He kept his legs around the man’s hips, even when he felt the cock deflate. He loved the intimacy. Siarl didn’t even try to pull away, and began to kiss him again.

Next to them, Poppa and Delwyn had watched them. Delwyn was now sitting on Poppa’s lap, playing with their cocks. “Would you like to whip someone too?” Poppa asked, conversationally. “You sure have issues...”

“Yeah, I have issues,” Delwyn shrugged. “But you’re handling them for me.” He pushed the large erection up, and pushed down. Suddenly, Poppa had nothing left to say. Delwyn proved him he loved his hairy stomach and tits, riding him with fervor and pleasure as he pinched and squeezed the fat. Poppa moved him up and down, moving his hips in the opposite direction, slamming inside with shameless groans until he stiffened.

Now both young men were hard, and in bad need of release. Jean pushed against Siarl’s shoulder, at the same time as Delwyn fell down next to him, on his back. “We need relieve...”

“Of course, my beautiful.” Crawling down, Siarl licked his arousal, and took him deep in his throat. Poppa did the same to Delwyn. It was tempting to swap places, but they had enough fun with each other that day. Siarl wanted to taste his new lover. He liked Delwyn, but nothing more than that. He wanted Jean.

The boys leaned to each other, sticking out their tongues and holding hands, kissing heatedly. Delwyn pushed Poppa’s head down with his free hand, and Jean grabbed the long hair, pushing up to fuck the man’s throat. They came at almost the same moment, dragged over the edge by each other’s moans. When the men sat up, they rolled over, and grabbed each other in a firm hug as if they were lovers.

Poppa chuckled, sitting down. He was completely satisfied. “We should get that other cabin,” he said to Siarl. “I think you’ll agree it will be a good idea.”

Siarl wiped his hair out of his wet face, licking his lips. “Yes, I agree,” he nodded. He looked at the two cuddling boys, and smiled. “I’m already looking forward to the weekends.”

Finally, the two stopped kissing. “I’m happy,” Jean whispered as he looked at Delwyn.

“Me too,” Delwyn said just as soft.

“I’m hungry and in bad need of a shower,” Poppa said, not as softly.

Siarl laughed. “I have a small shower over there, and I’ll ask one of my assistants to get us something to eat. I don’t have a kitchen. Take-away Chinese will be fine, I hope?”

“As long as it’s hot and plenty, I’ll eat anything.”

Poppa showered, and Siarl pulled on a rope to order food. Delwyn and Jean curled up, and fell asleep.

*

“We shouldn’t have taken only one car to get here,” Siarl said, much later. They had eaten on the round bed, and were now relaxing. They were still naked. Siarl was used to naked men, and the others seemed to be completely at ease as well. It was great to be amongst friends like that.
“I mean... How will you get home?”

“You will bring us to the cabin, of course.” Poppa cleaned his teeth with a toothpick, lying on his back with Delwyn between his legs. Delwyn was lying on his back, his head resting against the man’s belly. Poppa was stroking his hair with his free hand. “I’ve seen your assistants at work. They’re more than capable to run this place.”

“Mmh...” Siarl leaned back, lying his head on Jean’s lap. He threw his hair up. Jean combed it with his fingers. “You mean another day off? I never took two days off. And what will I do at your cabin?”

“Look at the brochures to buy your own,” Poppa said with a yawn. “And have more fun with these two horndogs. Delwyn is insatiable, did you know? If my cock is spent, I can always drag another climax from him with my fingers.”

Delwyn chuckled, not in the least embarrassed, but he didn’t comment. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying his lover’s stroking hand on his head.

Siarl looked at Delwyn’s crotch, imagining the fat fingers lunging between the legs. He smiled at the thought. “I can learn a thing or two from you,” he said. “And from you,” he said to Jean, looking up at him.

They all laughed, disbelieving. “You have a club with fantasy-rooms, and we can learn you something?” Jean chuckled. “Like what?”

“Like to make love, of course. What happens in my club is hot, kinky, but it has nothing to do with love. I have a Valentine room, with a heart-shaped bed and red walls and all, but even there my guests dress up like Cupid to fuck the other with an arrow in the shape of a cock. It’s all about sex.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Poppa rumbled. He took his beer bottle, and emptied it. “Sex is great.”

“Oh, sure,” Siarl shrugged. “And it pays. But having a cute darling to have it with is even better, hm?”

“Can’t dispute that.” The bear put down his bottle, and stretched. “What do you say? Shall we leave? Or do you all want to have another fuck, now we’re talking about sex again?”

Delwyn stretched as well, and sat up. “I’m always gain,” he said. “But I’m happy to leave.”

“I’m good to go, on one condition. Siarl... Promise me I can come back here soon? That Valentine room sounds great...”

Siarl laughed. “I’ll take you with me tomorrow, okay? Then you can have a look at the whole club, for as long as you want to. As long as you come to me when you need to relieve yourself.”

“Will you fuck me on a heart-shaped bed?”

“I will fuck you everywhere you want me to. Told you I would fulfill every fantasy...”