Big Poppa
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
24,689
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
8
8.
It was nice to swim. Delwyn took the opportunity to exercise a little, swimming to the middle of the lake and back a few times. The water was cold when it became deeper, and when the sun began to set, he decided it was enough. “Do you have warm water, in your cabin?” he asked, swimming towards Poppa. “I could do with a nice shower…”
“Of course,” smiled Poppa. Reaching out, he pulled Delwyn against him, and lifted him up. “We could have a shower together… I can wash your back.”
“Or we could have a shower in turn,” said Delwyn. “You can prepare the fish and then wash, and I’ll cook. How’s that?”
“Boring,” growled Poppa. He even pouted, until Delwyn wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. That made it all good again. Poppa kept one arm firmly around Delwyn’s waist and let his free hand explore the boy’s butt, sliding between the cheeks and rubbing against his entrance.
Delwyn protested feebly, when Poppa pushed a knuckle inside of him. He writhed, but was held in place, and couldn’t make a sound with that tongue so deeply in his mouth. He told himself he had no other option than to give in. The fat finger worked his way inside, deeper, probing around until… “Poppa!” Delwyn gasped, yanking his head back. “Oh… You’re evil!”
“We already decided that I am,” grinned the bear, keeping his hand still. “You’re poking my belly with that delicious little cock of yours, so don’t tell me you hate it.”
“I… don’t hate it.” Delwyn groaned when Poppa rubbed him again, and shivered. “I told you to wait though, didn’t I? Ah! Shit, Poppa… don’t you dare to make me come!” Poppa’s finger was thick enough to give just enough friction, but wasn’t too big to give him pain. The gentle rubbing against his prostate drove him crazy. Delwyn’s body went all limp against the man, except for one stubborn part, which was now throbbing against the hairy stomach. “Poppa…”
“I could let you go now,” whispered Poppa, kissing Delwyn’s cheek and earlobe. “I could leave you hanging, and you’ll jerk off in the shower. Won’t you?”
“Ah… Probably…” Delwyn tilted his head aside, and licked the broad neck. He groaned when Poppa’s finger slid in and out, faster, making his ass burn in the most delightful way. “Don’t stop…”
“Mm… Hot and tight,” breathed Poppa, who wasn’t about to stop. “You won’t jerk off as long as I am around, pretty boy…”
No matter how much Delwyn loved it, he couldn’t simply reach an orgasm like this. He didn’t tell Poppa yet, though. He was enjoying it far too much. “I won’t jerk,” he promised, whispering in the big man’s ear. “Mm…”
Poppa pumped his finger a little longer, but then pulled back. “Where have you been, all the time,” he sighed, tightening his arms around Delwyn. “Pretty boy.”
“Swimming,” smiled Delwyn. “I’m half your age, so don’t give me soppy clichés, Poppa. I wouldn’t have been legal if you met me earlier.”
“Bleh, and I wanted to be romantic for a change.” Poppa patted Delwyn’s butt, and let him go. “I’ll show you the shower, before you catch a cold. Come.”
Delwyn was still hard, when he walked onto the shore and over the path to the cabin. So was Poppa, he saw; the fat cock swinging back and forth between the heavy legs. Another delighted sting ran through his butt, but he still wanted to wait for a bit longer. Tonight, in bed, he told himself. Hopefully Poppa could make it last, once they were at it.
The shower was wonderful. Delwyn took his time, enjoying the warm water and scented soap, but he kept his promise. Even though his erection didn’t want to vanish completely anymore, he didn’t jerk off. Finally, dry and dressed in one of Poppa’s far too big T-shirts, he went into the kitchen to see what his friend was up to.
The fish was all clean and ready to be baked. Delwyn kissed Poppa warmly, before opening the cabinets in search for something to go with the fish. “Cans, pots, more cans… Where are the vitamins, Poppa?”
“This is a cabin,” smiled the bear. “We came unexpectedly. Don’t go all sensible with me now, hm? We’re not married.”
“We are playing home, though… So I can be mummy when you are daddy. Go take a shower, big guy… I’ll cook.”
Poppa couldn’t resist giving another hard kiss, sliding his hands under the shirt, but he drew back shortly. “No underwear,” he rumbled, licking his lips as he turned away. “Mm…”
Poppa was wearing nothing but a large apron, allowing Delwyn full view on his bare back and butt when he walked away. When even the apron was tossed aside, Delwyn shuddered delightedly, and turned to the stove. Better have food quickly. He wanted to wait, but not that long.
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It was nice to swim. Delwyn took the opportunity to exercise a little, swimming to the middle of the lake and back a few times. The water was cold when it became deeper, and when the sun began to set, he decided it was enough. “Do you have warm water, in your cabin?” he asked, swimming towards Poppa. “I could do with a nice shower…”
“Of course,” smiled Poppa. Reaching out, he pulled Delwyn against him, and lifted him up. “We could have a shower together… I can wash your back.”
“Or we could have a shower in turn,” said Delwyn. “You can prepare the fish and then wash, and I’ll cook. How’s that?”
“Boring,” growled Poppa. He even pouted, until Delwyn wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. That made it all good again. Poppa kept one arm firmly around Delwyn’s waist and let his free hand explore the boy’s butt, sliding between the cheeks and rubbing against his entrance.
Delwyn protested feebly, when Poppa pushed a knuckle inside of him. He writhed, but was held in place, and couldn’t make a sound with that tongue so deeply in his mouth. He told himself he had no other option than to give in. The fat finger worked his way inside, deeper, probing around until… “Poppa!” Delwyn gasped, yanking his head back. “Oh… You’re evil!”
“We already decided that I am,” grinned the bear, keeping his hand still. “You’re poking my belly with that delicious little cock of yours, so don’t tell me you hate it.”
“I… don’t hate it.” Delwyn groaned when Poppa rubbed him again, and shivered. “I told you to wait though, didn’t I? Ah! Shit, Poppa… don’t you dare to make me come!” Poppa’s finger was thick enough to give just enough friction, but wasn’t too big to give him pain. The gentle rubbing against his prostate drove him crazy. Delwyn’s body went all limp against the man, except for one stubborn part, which was now throbbing against the hairy stomach. “Poppa…”
“I could let you go now,” whispered Poppa, kissing Delwyn’s cheek and earlobe. “I could leave you hanging, and you’ll jerk off in the shower. Won’t you?”
“Ah… Probably…” Delwyn tilted his head aside, and licked the broad neck. He groaned when Poppa’s finger slid in and out, faster, making his ass burn in the most delightful way. “Don’t stop…”
“Mm… Hot and tight,” breathed Poppa, who wasn’t about to stop. “You won’t jerk off as long as I am around, pretty boy…”
No matter how much Delwyn loved it, he couldn’t simply reach an orgasm like this. He didn’t tell Poppa yet, though. He was enjoying it far too much. “I won’t jerk,” he promised, whispering in the big man’s ear. “Mm…”
Poppa pumped his finger a little longer, but then pulled back. “Where have you been, all the time,” he sighed, tightening his arms around Delwyn. “Pretty boy.”
“Swimming,” smiled Delwyn. “I’m half your age, so don’t give me soppy clichés, Poppa. I wouldn’t have been legal if you met me earlier.”
“Bleh, and I wanted to be romantic for a change.” Poppa patted Delwyn’s butt, and let him go. “I’ll show you the shower, before you catch a cold. Come.”
Delwyn was still hard, when he walked onto the shore and over the path to the cabin. So was Poppa, he saw; the fat cock swinging back and forth between the heavy legs. Another delighted sting ran through his butt, but he still wanted to wait for a bit longer. Tonight, in bed, he told himself. Hopefully Poppa could make it last, once they were at it.
The shower was wonderful. Delwyn took his time, enjoying the warm water and scented soap, but he kept his promise. Even though his erection didn’t want to vanish completely anymore, he didn’t jerk off. Finally, dry and dressed in one of Poppa’s far too big T-shirts, he went into the kitchen to see what his friend was up to.
The fish was all clean and ready to be baked. Delwyn kissed Poppa warmly, before opening the cabinets in search for something to go with the fish. “Cans, pots, more cans… Where are the vitamins, Poppa?”
“This is a cabin,” smiled the bear. “We came unexpectedly. Don’t go all sensible with me now, hm? We’re not married.”
“We are playing home, though… So I can be mummy when you are daddy. Go take a shower, big guy… I’ll cook.”
Poppa couldn’t resist giving another hard kiss, sliding his hands under the shirt, but he drew back shortly. “No underwear,” he rumbled, licking his lips as he turned away. “Mm…”
Poppa was wearing nothing but a large apron, allowing Delwyn full view on his bare back and butt when he walked away. When even the apron was tossed aside, Delwyn shuddered delightedly, and turned to the stove. Better have food quickly. He wanted to wait, but not that long.
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