Big Poppa ~ Part II

I hope you still have fun, because I'm having a blast with these four! XD

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8.
Once back at the cabin, the four went to bed immediately. It had been a long, exhausting day. There were no sounds coming from the loft this time, and even Siarl fell asleep instantly. Jean listened to the calm breathing, and thought about what he had experienced, that day.
It had been fantastic.

With a pleased sigh, he rolled on his back, rubbing his cock through the blanket. It seemed he couldn’t go limp, anymore. He couldn’t blame himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the fantasies he ever had. The idea that he could speak out every wish, knowing Siarl would do anything to fulfill them, was enough to arouse him. He had always dreamed about a foursome with Delwyn. That was one wish to stripe from the list.

He wondered if Siarl would let him dress up in a Queen Antoinette dress. He doubted if the man would object. He stroked a bit faster as he imagined himself in a corset, with make-up and a wig, high heels and a long, wide petticoat. It had to be perfect, of course. No rubber or masks. Just a real costume, completely accurate. “Mm...”

“What are you thinking of, handsome...?”

Jean quickly stopped what he was doing, jerking his head to the man lying next to him. His blush couldn’t been seen in the dark. “Fantasies,” he whispered back. “Gonna make it difficult for you.”

“A challenge... I like that. Go on, you don’t have to stop for my sake... I’m happy to watch you.”

Jean threw the blankets off him, and took himself in his fist. “I want a Mary Antoinette dress,” he whispered, shifting a bit closer against the warm body. He began to masturbate. He described what he had in mind.

“Nice,” Siarl said under his breath. “And would you like me in a costume as well? As if we have a secret liaison in a castle bedroom, or maybe a park?”

“A park? Ohh... With roses and bushes... Yes...”

“We would have to be careful... You wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would you?” Siarl kept his lips close to Jean’s ear, and whispered huskily. He didn’t touch Jean, allowing him to masturbate at his own pace. “I would lift your skirts, and reach under it to find your hidden treasure... Creasing your dress would be a bad idea, but oh... I would suck you in my mouth so hard, you would fall down.”

“Yes... Push up those skirts... Rip off my bloomingdales. Suck me, and spread my legs for you...” Jean was breathing heavier, keeping his eyes closed to fully enjoy the images in his mind. His hand had a life of its own.

“You would hate your corset. You want to be naked. You want to feel the cool breeze on your heated skin, and you want me all over you. You want me to bite your tits. You want me to penetrate you, the way your husband never does, treating you like a servant.” Siarl was hissing harshly now, pushing up against his side.

That was exactly what Jean wanted. He groaned as quietly as he could manage, tugging at his balls as he stroked even faster.

“I will copulate with you, like an animal; like the thoroughbred horses you so secretly watched mating!”

“Oh gods! Yes! I watched them!”

“And you will scream, baby, scream from the top of your lungs, when I fill your hot, slick whore-hole like you’ve never been filled before!”

“Ah! Shit!” Jean’s cock erupted, spurting the first load high up. It landed on his chest and belly. He kept jacking off until he went limp, and breathed out. “Wow...”

Siarl kissed his cheek, and nuzzled him. “Liked it?”

“Goddamn, yes I did. That was just... That was even more than I ever dared to fantasize. Mm.” He curled up, ignoring his wet skin, against Siarl’s muscular torso. He idly played with the chest hair. “You’re good at fantasies, aren’t you?”

The man covered them with the blankets, and pulled him close. “Oh, yes... I love them. I have a few of my own, too. We could role-play for years, and never get bored.”

“Oh... I would really love that...”

“You would like it at my club, won’t you?”

Sleepily, Jean hummed something. “Yeah,” he said with the greatest effort. “Keep me.”

*

When Jean woke up the next morning, he was alone in the spare bed. He wasn’t alone in the room though, as he found Delwyn in the loveseat with a book, and the two large men at the table, browsing through brochures. They kept their voice down. As soon as Siarl saw him looking, his face split open in a happy smile. “Good morning, beautiful!”

“Morning...” Feeling sticky, Jean scrambled up. His eyes were puffy by the long sleep, and his hair stuck out in all angles. His sperm had dried up on his skin. At least he had no morning erection, he noticed, but as soon as he thought back at what he had done, it began to grow. “Coffee?” he asked hopefully.

“One cup of strong black coffee, coming up.” Poppa stood up to get it.

“Slept well?” asked Delwyn, smiling.

“Oh yes. Like a log. Had great dreams, too.”

“I bet you had, Mary Antoinette...” Delwyn giggled cutely as Jean groaned. “I never knew you had such fantasies!”

“Role-play is great,” helped Siarl. “It’s a myth you only need them when you get tired of your relationship. I bet Jean has many more, and I’d be more than happy to make every wish come true.”

Poppa gave Jean a steaming mug. “You don’t need a cabin, you need a castle!” he joked.

“Oh, no. Jean is free to come up with ideas for the Lotus, and he can try out every room himself before we open it for business.”

Hiding his blush in the steam, Jean felt his morning erection grow a bit harder. “I will challenge you, then,” he mumbled.

“You will challenge my designers and craftsmen,” Siarl laughed. “I saw your response to the Dungeon. It has taken two years to finish! You better come up with less elaborate ideas than that, or you ‘ll have to wait a long time before you can enjoy yourself.”

“I’m sure you can keep me entertained in the meantime. What are you looking at...?”

“Cabins... I want one next to this one. I’m thinking about having the same lay-out. I like the idea of a loft. What do you think?”

“I leave that entirely up to you... Just give me a big bed and an open fire, and I’m a happy camper. Oh, and a good kitchen. And a bigger bathroom. I want a bath.”

“Check,” Siarl nodded with a smile.

“Poppa,” Delwyn said, putting his book away. “Can we have a large hot tub? Large enough for us all? Since we’re going to be here all four in the weekends, it would be great...”

“Of course, dear. We can order it at the same time as the cabin.” The bear pointed at a photo for Siarl, and the man folded the page. They had found their weekend house. Next, he looked for a Jacuzzi, and when he found that one, he closed the brochures. “Shall I place the orders?”

“No. This treat is on me. I’ll take it with me to work, and order first thing tomorrow. Jean, darling... Take a shower and have some breakfast. I’m dying for a walk in the woods. I haven’t walked in the snow for years. You two can come along too, if you like... I have no objections to your company.” They could have private time later.

“I want a dog!” Jean exclaimed on his way to the bathroom.

“More fantasies?” joked Siarl, laughing as the young man walked into the door. “I was kidding...” There were a few fantasies he would never bring to life.

*

It was a clear, but cold day. The men had dressed up warmly, with thick boots, slowly strolling through the snow between the trees. It was a lovely place, even in the winter. Poppa found enough trees to push Delwyn against, so he could kiss him until they were warm again.

Jean and Siarl were holding hands. It felt a bit as if they were walking with their kids, with the way the other two were running and playing. They were a energetic couple, and clearly madly in love. He didn’t need a dog, he thought amused. Big Poppa acted like one all the time.

“Will you go home after this?” he asked, looking up at the large man.

“Yes. I’ll go to the club, though. Would you like to see my house?”

“Of course! But I doubt it’s cozy, is it? You’ll be at the Lotus more often than at home.”

“That’s true... I’m afraid I don’t spend much time at home. That private room we were in is my home, most of the time. How about your place?”

Jean shrugged, thinking at his one-bedroom apartment. “Nothing special, really. It has my books and my movies, my laptop and many, many clothes.”

“Yes...” Siarl nodded in recognition. “Poppa said you liked clothes. Me too. Most are black.”

“That’s another one of my fantasies, you know... A walk-in closet. A big one,” Jean added with large eyes.

Siarl laughed, and nodded. “I know what you mean. Well, not every fantasy has to do with sex, so if you wish a room for all your outfits...”

“You’ll have to expand soon, if you want to give me everything I ever wanted!”

“Indeed... I guess I have to make new plans for my club. Well, I already have the building next to it, I just never felt the need to use it. We could make our home in it...”

“Will that be allowed?” Jean asked, in awe. He loved the idea, of course. Leaving his apartment to live in a dream house, with this dream man, sounded heavenly.

“I’ll get the permits,” Siarl assured him. “I always did. Did Poppa just unzip Delwyn’s pants...?”

Tearing his gaze away from the dark-haired man, Jean looked at the other couple. “Gods,” he groaned. “Those two are animals! Will they ever stop?”

Poppa had yanked Delwyn’s pants down, and knelt in front of him to suck him off. They were always horny, it seemed, and neither of them had problems with that. Delwyn eagerly fucked the man’s throat, leaning against a tree, keeping Poppa’s head -with a knitted cap- between his gloved hands.

Siarl led Jean further, apparently ignoring the two. Even when Delwyn cried out, obviously coming deep in his lover’s mouth, he kept walking. “We’ll have more of this, I fear.”

“You fear? I thought you liked it...” Jean looked over his shoulder, watching his friend sink on his knees to kiss his man.

“I do... I love it. But I don’t want you to think I only like you for sex, Jeanie...” He stopped, and turned to look at him. “I like you very much. I want to deepen our relationship, like those two have done. Do I make sense?”

Jean smirked a bit. “Siarl... You own a sex club. Your whole life is based on sex. I’m a young man with needs, and I get turned on by everything. Don’t worry. You’ll get to know me. But please, never keep your cock in your pants just because you think it would hurt me.” He reached up, grabbing the long hair to pull Siarl’s head down to his level. “Kiss me like you mean it,” he ordered.

Siarl pulled him up between his arms, and kissed him. “I think I’m just a tiny bit in love with you,” he admitted shyly as they finished it.

“Oh, good,” Jean nodded sincerely. “I was afraid it was only me with those silly feelings.”