Big Poppa

9.



Dinner had been good. They’d been eating at the table, with a bottle of cold white wine, enjoying the fresh fish and vegetables. Even if they’d been canned. Delwyn had learned a bit more about Big Poppa, and vise versa. He liked the big man increasingly. It seemed mutual.



After dinner, when Poppa had cleared the table and quickly washed the dishes, they took a new bottle of wine outside and sat on the porch. The moon was full over the lake. When Poppa lit some torches at the sides of the deck, Delwyn felt all romantic. He shivered delightedly as he pulled up his legs, snuggling into the large chair, and smiled when Poppa gave him a kiss before joining in next to him.



“Cheers…”



Delwyn sighed softly. “Cheers,” he smiled, accepting the glass. “Man, what a treat. This is better than I’d hoped my weekend would be.”



Poppa stretched his legs, leaning back contently. “Damn right,” he agreed. “And it can only be better, from now on.”



“Mm…” For a moment, Delwyn simply enjoyed the silence around them, with his eyes closed. “Have you ever been in love?” he asked after a while, barely disturbing the peace with his soft voice.



“Yes.”



Delwyn turned his face towards the big man, and looked at him. “Did it feel like this?” he whispered.



Poppa looked back at him, smiling. Reaching out, he took Delwyn’s hand, squeezing it softly. “Yes…”



Delwyn put his glass down and stood up, to climb on Poppa’s lap. He fitted easily, and closed his eyes again when the man embraced him. “Will you break my heart?” he asked quietly.



Poppa was silent for a moment, and turned his head towards him. “No… Why would I?”



Delwyn shrugged, but didn’t answer. He snuggled up closer with his arms around the man’s broad chest, and hid his face against the side of the neck.



“I see…” smiled Poppa. Stroking his fingers slowly through the short blond hair, he kissed Delwyn lovingly. “You’re afraid I only want to fuck you, and then dump you. Right?”



“Mmh.”



“To fuck, and ignore you until I want to fuck again. You wouldn’t be able to resist me, but you wouldn’t feel loved. Is that it?’



“Maybe…”



“Now why would I do that?” Poppa sounded serious, and pushed Delwyn’s face up to make him look at him. “I want a lover, pretty boy. Don’t you think I’ve had enough shallow relationships in my life? I’m over forty. I’ve seen it all. I’ve had more asses I want to remember, and they were all pleasant. If that’s what I wanted, would I’ve done trouble for you?”



Delwyn didn’t answer, and avoided Poppa’s eyes. He felt a bit dumb, and awkward, for bringing it up in the first place. He knew Poppa for a week. And already he was talking about love and a relationship.



Poppa laughed softly as the silence continued. “Oh, you,” he chuckled. “Now you listen to me, hm? And listen carefully. I’m forty-two, right? And you are twenty-four. You came in that garage like a slender blond angel, and the first thing I see are two big, blue eyes staring up at me with nothing but admiration. I think, what the hell is he looking at me for? And then you start to work with me, and you can goddamn weld like a pro, work like a champ, and you don’t complain. Handsome, good-looking, and you are just like me when I was your age. Now… Do you honestly think I’ll ever let you slip through my fingers?”



Delwyn tried to make sense of it all, and blinked. He opened his mouth to answer, but Poppa leaned down to kiss him, and he shut up for as long as it lasted.



“I want a guy like you at my side,” murmured Poppa against Delwyn’s lips. “I want to work with you, and to be your daddy when we’re at home. Your horny Poppa. And now I want to fuck you, before my balls fall off.”



Clearing his throat, Delwyn shifted, noticing the erection under his naked butt. He reached down to stroke a finger over the tip, peeking out of the shorts, and felt the slimy precome. “…okay,” he whispered hesitantly. “In bed.”



“Of course.” Poppa stood up, putting Delwyn in his chair. His erection stood proudly forward, and he didn’t put it back in his shorts as he put out the torches. “Up with me,” he commanded. “No arguments or common sense anymore, pretty. I want to have sex with you, and we’ll talk later.”



So far the romance, thought Delwyn, but he obeyed quickly. Running up the stairs, he fell on the bed, rolling on his back with the shirt still on. He pulled it down to hide himself. Poppa would have to do a bit more trouble.



There was electricity in the cabin, but Poppa didn’t put on lights. Instead, he lit candles at the side of the bed, and then pulled his shorts down. Delwyn watched him when he opened a pack of condoms –a new pack, he noticed to his pleasure– and a tube of lubricant. Another sting hurt his butt, making him groan. Poppa looked up at the sound, and smiled. Delwyn shivered when he saw the big man crawling on the bed, towering above him. He pulled him down when Poppa kissed him.



Poppa wasn’t about to take it easy, anymore. It was obvious what he wanted, and he was going to get it. He pushed his knees between Delwyn’s legs and lay down, keeping his weight a bit off the slender body, and shoving his hips up. Already he was sweating, and breathing heavily. Delwyn expected it would be quick, hard, and over before he knew it.

He was wrong.



“Pull that shirt off,” rumbled Poppa. Getting up on his knees, he gave Delwyn room to move. “Now get on your knees, before me,” he ordered next. His large hand was slowly stroking his impressive cock, while he took the lube with his other hand. Delwyn obeyed, leaning down on the furs with his arms around a pillow, no longer protesting and quite eager to be filled. He held his breath when the greased up hand enclosed his balls, kneading firmly. While he kept the testicles tightly in his hand, Poppa pushed his thumb against the ring of muscle, and slipped inside. Moving deeply, he squeezed. Delwyn groaned softly.



“You seem ready for me,” growled Poppa pleased. “Horny stud…”



“I hope so,” moaned Delwyn muffled in the pillow, squirming with his hips. “Lube me some more… You’re bigger than I ever had.”



“Don’t worry about it.” With plenty of the greasy stuff on his fingers, Poppa pushed inside of him, spreading the taut muscle and relaxing him. “You’ll be fine,” he promised. Nevertheless, he took it easy, as he placed his cock in position and gently pushed forward.



Delwyn groaned deeper. The head was thicker than the rest, and his muscle protested with a hard sting when it slipped through. But when Poppa pushed further, the curve made him grind over his prostate, causing him to see stars and to utter a cry. “Poppa! Shit…”



“Told you, you would be fine…” The bear retracted slowly, and thrust back inside, repeating it with a bit more force. He kept Delwyn’s hips in a firm grip to keep him in place, and ignore any cry, squirm or protest. Within minutes, he was simply ramming inside, grunting and huffing, fucking like a beast.



Delwyn cried out with every trust. God, it was way to rough! He wouldn’t be able to come like this, his cock had even gone limp again, but at the same time it felt so good! “Poppa!” he yelled, throwing his head in his neck. “Fuck me!”



“Hell yeah,” growled Poppa, slamming Delwyn’s ass against him as he rammed forward. “Coming,” he panted. “Coming!”



“Shit!” Too soon! Delwyn cried when Poppa’s cock throbbed in his rectum, pumping out his seed. Dammit, he knew it would be like this! This was not what he wanted! He got pushed down when Poppa seemed satisfied, and he lay still, sobbing in the pillow. No… No!



“Roll over,” said Poppa, breathlessly. “Come here, you. You didn’t think that was all, hm?” Sweating, he crawled down between the slender legs, and sucked the limp cock deep in his mouth. Skillfully, he sucked him to full erection with the speed of lightning, moaning in pleasure.



Delwyn grabbed the wet, bald head between his hands. “Oh shi—“ That was more like it! “Damn you, you animal…” he muttered with a grunt. “Oh God…” This would make him come alright, he thought with a pleased sigh, leaning back to fully enjoy it. Poppa licked his balls and sucked him slowly, moving his hands along his inner thighs and stomach. But he didn’t finish it.



Poppa crawled up, looking down on Delwyn’s tormented expression. “You have issues,” he smiled, before kissing him deeply. “Mm… Relax, pretty. It’s your turn now.” He sat on his knees and pulled on a new condom, lubing it with a royal amount of grease. Spreading Delwyn’s legs, he tugged the boy’s hips on his legs, and pushed his cock against the now slick entrance. He slid inside easily. This time, he took it slow.



A wonderful warmth spread through Delwyn’s body, as the large cock filled him with much more care. He groaned when Poppa took him in his fist, and gave in completely, enjoying all the sensations the big man gave him. “Ah yes… Poppa…”



The bear fucked him slowly, sliding in and out, stroking him at the same leisurely pace. He moaned occasionally, keeping his eyes closed, focusing on Delwyn’s pleasure now. When he was ordered to speed up a bit, he did so with care, and tensed his hand only a bit.



“Oh Poppa… I’m coming,” sighed Delwyn, unable to stop it. He was so hot, and it felt so good, he just had to come. Sighing, his head rolling over the pillow, he spread his legs to completely take the fat cock inside. His orgasm made him gasp, but it was almost slow, spurting out fat squirts all over his stomach. “Ahh yes…”



“Mm…” Poppa smiled, looking at the spurting cock in his fist. “Was that good?”



“Marvelous,” moaned Delwyn, enjoying the glow in his body. He almost felt sorry when Poppa pulled out of him. The bear discarded the condom, and pulled on his cock when he climbed over him. When he opened his eyes, he looked right at the gleaming head, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it.



“I want you to taste me,” said Poppa, pushing forward while he stroked himself. “I’m all clean.” He slid the leaking head over Delwyn’s lips, and forced between them. The boy let him enter, and sucked him deeper inside, moving his head to stimulate him. It didn’t take long before Poppa grunted and puffed above him. Closing his lips behind the head, he flicked his tongue over the little hole, and Poppa came with a loud huff.



Delwyn didn’t swallow. He didn’t like the taste of sperm, so he pushed it out of his mouth and onto Poppa’s cock, moving his lips through it. The bear didn’t seem to care. He grunted again, sliding the head through the mess on Delwyn’s face, until he was satisfied. Finally, he fell on the bed and closed his eyes. “Uff…”



For a moment, Delwyn didn’t respond. He cleaned his face on the shirt and lay back, also with his eyes closed, to collect his bearings. “Damn,” he eventually sighed. “You animal…”



Poppa chuckled softly. “Sorry… My balls were killing me, after all that teasing. We’ll do it differently the next time.”



“You promise there will be a next time?” asked Delwyn, rolling his head towards the bear.



“Shut up…” smiled Poppa, reaching out to take his hand. “You’ll walk all funny after this weekend.”



“And after that?”



Poppa rolled on his side, and kissed him. “After that, we’ll be here every weekend,” he murmured. “Promise. And we’ll have fresh vegetables in the house. Alright, momma?”



“Alright, Poppa…” Delwyn smiled, feeling more at ease. “As long as you keep a bit of that animal in you.”



“Don’t worry about that…”



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