To Revel In The Fruits Of Labor
Written by SkyBCliffe
8/24/2022
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Prologue

Throughout the darkness of the gray cloud-ridden skies of Amphibia, whilst thunder and lightning roared and crashed within the clouds, heavy rain bespattered upon the roof of a home that appeared to have been built with cobblestone walls and what looked like the stump of a gigantic tree. Inside said home, we find a family consisting of; Sprig Plantar, a pink frog boy, around 10 years old, donning a navy green short sleeve jacket, black shorts, and an aviator’s hat with goggles. He was lying down on the couch in the living room. Sitting beside him was a purple pollywog named Polly Plantar, who wore a yellow polka-dotted bow on her head, and was also the little sister of Sprig. In the kitchen, cooking dinner, was Hopediah Plantar, an orange, elderly frog who was wearing a dark gray button-up shirt, what looked like a yellow man girdle, and a teal blue ascot. And in the living room with Sprig and Polly, a female - and human - teenager named Anne Boonchuy, was lounging on the couch alongside them, waiting for dinner to be ready.

Time went by while the sky rolled with thunder, and Anne just stared outside at the downpour. And then something in the distance caught her eye. It was a figure of some sort, taller than her by the looks of it, and moving along the road that led to their house, but with how dark and rainy it was, she couldn’t tell. Then, as a bolt of lightning struck down onto the ground in front of the figure, making them jolt back in fear, she could very faintly see in the brief white light that it was...a human. Acting quick, thinking someone might be coming to their home to attack them, she alerted Sprig and Polly, and Sprig ran upstairs to grab one of his slingshots. While he was doing that, Anne went to the kitchen to inform Hop Pop that there was someone heading toward their house, and they both grabbed weapons to defend themselves.

Once all four of them were armed, they slowly opened the door to see who was walking toward their house. The figure stopped walking, as they saw the door open, and then a male voice came out from him. “Hello? Hey! I apologize for-“ Before the man could finish his sentence, Sprig accidentally released his slingshot and a pebble was launched to the man’s shin, and he jolted from the sudden hit to his leg. He exclaimed from the brief and small but painful attack, while he held his hand over the area where he was struck. “Aggh...I’m sorry for intruding like this, I just need someplace to stay until the storm blows over! Please!” The man politely pleaded, still wincing a bit from the unexpected strike to his shin. Anne and Hop Pop were reluctant, as they were unsure if the man’s intentions were genuine, but Sprig felt bad for accidentally hitting the guy, so he politely asked Hop Pop if they could let him stay. “...Alright. He can.” Hop Pop replied with a sigh, and Anne walked over to the man and brought him into their home, unintentionally getting herself wet from the rain in the process.

Once the guy entered the residence, he took off his black cloak - which he borrowed from Loggle when he visited his store to ask for directions - and hung it onto a coat rack. Upon removing his cloak, he revealed himself as a caucasian male dressed in a cyan-blue cotton t-shirt, which had some small wet spots on it from the rain. His arms were well-defined and pretty muscular, looking as though he had done a lot of weightlifting, but not so much that he could be classified as…WWE-wrestler-level buff. He had no facial hair, but some black fuzz could be seen on his upper lip and chin, indicating that he had recently shaved. His hair was black, thick and wavy, and his eyes were cobalt blue.

After he sat down on their couch, he spoke. “Hey.” He said calmly, while giving them a wave. “Thank you guys for letting me in here. I really appreciate it.” He said politely. Anne strolled over to him, examining him with curiosity. “You’re welcome. …So…if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?” Anne asked inquisitively. “My name is Sky Barrowcliffe.” Sky replied. “...Hell of a name.” Anne said, a little taken aback by his name. “Now…this is gonna sound a little weird, but…exactly what are you? I mean, you look human, but you don’t look like…a human of the world I came from.” She added, a little reluctant to ask that question, due in part to her not wanting to confuse him. “Well, I come from the human world. But, not the human world you have come from. The reason being is because for two years, I had been working on this device, called the Omnidimensional Displacement Apparatus.” Sky replied, as he held up his right wrist and showed them a watch, with a white wristband and an electronic screen. The device had knobs on the side of it; typical for an old watch to have, but certainly not a digital watch. “It allows the wearer to travel beyond the natural dimensions, and into worlds that people thought were impossible to access. This one being one of them. You see, people where I come from constantly talk about ‘shifting realities’. And I figured it to be a myth. I tried it once, and discovered that it was actually possible. But then I figured, what if there was a way to travel to worlds like this naturally? So, as a result, my friend and I began creating this. He has another one as well, but he’s not here. He’s in another realm.” Sky added, explaining the purpose of the watch-like device. “But anyway, I’ve been using this device to visit different dimensions, and I’ve only just arrived to this one today. But I’ll be visiting here for about…two weeks. A month at the most.” Sky continued, explaining his reasoning as to why he’s here in Amphibia.

The entire Plantar family and Anne felt very flabbergasted at his explanation, and they weren’t sure what to say. “Well…might I be the first to say, welcome to Amphibia.” Sprig said, slowly walking over to him and politely grabbing his hand so he could shake it. “And, sorry about me hitting your leg.” Sprig added apologetically, his face blushing a bit, despite his fuchsia pigmented skin. “Eh, I get it. I did look pretty shady with that cloak on.” Sky responded, accepting Sprig’s apology. “Could we get you anything? Food, water, something to fix that bruise?” Anne asked, wanting to help him out. “A glass of water would be nice, thank you.” Sky politely replied. “And my bruise will be fine. It just needs some time to heal. I’m just glad it was a smooth pebble rock that hit my leg, and not a sharp rock, or something like that.” Sky added, giving a small chuckle. Sprig chuckled a bit as well. “Yeah, I’m glad about that, too.” He said as he left the room to put his slingshot back where it was. After less than a minute, Sprig came back into the living room, and Anne came back into the room as well and brought a mug of ice water, and set it on the table in front of the couch where Sky was sitting. “Thank you, ma’am.” Sky said politely as he picked up the mug and took a couple sips from it, enjoying the refreshing taste. “You’re welcome.” Anne said with a grin, before she realized something. “Oh, we never introduced ourselves. I’m Anne Boonchuy, and these guys are Polly and Sprig Plantar, and their grandfather, Hop Pop. Short for Hopediah Plantar.” She said, introducing herself and the Plantar family to Sky. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you all.” Sky said with a kind smile before he took another sip of water and set the mug back down on the table. He already knew their names from having watched their show, but he didn’t want to open that can of…well, not a can of worms, per say. In this mind shattering case, it would be more like a can to the Upside Down. “And I’m very sorry for intruding in your home like this.” He continued, apologizing for his solicitation in their home. “It’s alright, man.” Polly said, giving a shrug. “Well, the storm’s gonna be here all night. You might as well make ‘yerself comfortable.” Hop Pop said generously as he examined the still-pouring rain outside. “Are you sure? I-I wouldn’t want to impose.” Sky asked, wanting to make sure that Hop Pop wouldn’t mind. “Shoot, I wouldn’t mind a bit.” Hop Pop responded truthfully with a grin. “Well, thank you very much, sir.” Sky said gratefully while grinning as well.

Some time went by, and while the family was enjoying their dinner, Sky remained on the couch and tended to his bruised shin, which was feeling pretty sensitive after it got struck with that pebble. After the Plantars finished their dinner, they chatted a little more with Sky, getting to know him. “So, I don’t know why I was so unfazed by the giant spider that was the size of an 18-wheeler, when I’m literally shaking in my shoes at the sight of normal sized spiders. Like, I was able to shoot down that humongous arachnid like a real man. But when I see a wolf spider on the wall, I’m instantly a bi…” Sky said, telling them about the first adventure he ever went on with a family of ducks called the McDuck family, before stopping himself when he almost cursed in front of Sprig and Polly. “...instantly a coward.” Sky continued, quickly coming up with a substitute for the word he almost said: bitch. “I feel the same way, man. I can’t handle spiders of any kind. I’ll take Zapapedes and giant cicadas anyday over a spider.” Anne said, agreeing with Sky. “Preach.” Sky said, giving Anne a high five. “Well, spiders aren’t all that bad. At least not domesticated ones. If they’re properly tamed and disciplined, they can be great companions.” Hop Pop commented, putting in his two cents about his stance on spiders. “I speak from experience, of course. Some time ago, Sprig an’ Polly brought a tarantula into the house, and we took him in and took care of him, and eventually deemed him a part of this family. Named him Charlie Big Bottom.” Hop Pop continued, his grin slowly fading as he reminisced about their pet spider. “And then one day, he…he left us. He just scampered away.” He proceeded, sounding more melancholy, as a tear began to form in one of his eyes. “I…I’m sorry to hear that, Hop Pop. I bet he was a great pet.” Sky said consolingly, feeling sympathy for Hopediah after hearing about their lost pet. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Hop Pop replied, feeling a little better after Sky comforted him. After a couple more minutes of chatting, Anne noticed that it was getting late, and they needed to get some rest. “Perhaps I could sleep on your couch for the evening? If that’s okay with you.” Sky asked politely. “Of course.” Anne said, kindly allowing him to sleep in their living room. It’s then that both Hop Pop and Sprig searched through the house to find a spare blanket and pillow for Sky. Upon bringing them to him, Sky laid down on the couch and thanked the family for letting him sleep in their living room, let alone in their household.
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About a week and a half went by, and Sky was staying at an inn located in Wartwood, but he often visited the Plantar house, spending time with Anne, Sprig, and Polly. It got to the point where Hop Pop purchased an extra mattress and placed it in a spare room for Sky to use whenever they had sleepovers.

On this day in particular, Sky and Anne planned a movie night, where she, Sky, Polly, and Sprig would watch movies like Free Pal and Noontide. (In the Amphibia universe, those were their versions of Free Guy and Twilight.) But Sky visited early so he could assist Anne with something that came up. But a couple minutes after he arrived, Anne already solved the issue. So now, Sky had a while before movie night, which was scheduled for 6:30 PM. It was currently 12:19 PM.

While relaxing on the front porch, Sky noticed Hop Pop tending to his crops, and having a bit of trouble. Out of kindness, Sky stood up and strolled over to where Hop Pop was working. Hop Pop heard his footsteps and turned around to find Sky walking over to him. He grinned upon seeing him. “Good afternoon, Sky.” Hop Pop said kindly while waving at him. “Good afternoon, HP-...” Sky replied, unintentionally calling him what Anne refers to him as. “...Sorry. I heard Anne calling you that a lot, but I didn’t mean to call you that. It just kinda slipped out.” Sky said apologetically. “S’alright, buddy.” Hop Pop replied understandingly. “You out here working all by yourself?” Sky asked out of curiosity. “Yeah, unfortunately. Anne n’ the others are planning a movie night. Which, I would be alright with dismissing them for that if they weren’t so obsessed with those lackluster excuses for entertainment. They wouldn’t know good literature if it stung ‘em on the keister.” Hop Pop replied, a little irritated at Anne’s idea of “good entertainment”. Coincidentally, Sprig was walking over to where Hop Pop was to bring him a bottle of ice cold water. “It’s because your ideas of entertainment are…how do I put this delicately? …Oh, yeah. Boring.” Sprig commented in his own honesty. “No offense, though.” He added, which didn’t make his recent statement any less unkind. Using “no offense” after saying something offensive never made any sentence better. It was like putting a gorgeous diamond ring on the middle finger of someone’s hand, and that middle finger was sticking up, flipping the bird. The diamond ring doesn’t make it any nicer. “Hey, now. I’m sure his ideas of entertainment are pretty good. I mean, I haven’t heard them yet. But I don’t wanna jump to conclusions.” Sky said, not wanting Sprig to insult whatever interests his own grandfather had. “Well…I do enjoy theater, drama, and acting.” Hop Pop said a little timorously, hoping that Sky wouldn’t be put off by something like that. “That sounds pretty fun, not gonna lie.” Sky said truthfully while nodding. “Eh, it’s not my thing. But if you aren’t bothered by it, I won’t judge.” Sprig said, before holding up the bottled water. “By the way, here’s some water, Hop Pop. I put it in the icebox this morning so it would be cold for you.” Sprig said, offering the bottle of water to Hop Pop. “Thank you, Sprig.” Hop Pop said politely, thanking Sprig for the drink. “You’re welcome. Also, Sky, I brought you some water as well.” Sprig replied, before turning to Sky and giving him a bottle of water, which he also stored in their icebox in the kitchen. “Thanks, Sprig. That’s very considerate of you.” Sky politely stated as he took the bottle from Sprig. “You’re welcome.” Sprig said as he hugged Sky’s legs while smiling. “Aww! He’s so precious!” Sky said, cooing at Sprig hugging his legs. “Hehe…yeah, he’s a little lovebug. …When he decides to be, of course.” Hop Pop said while chuckling as he saw Sprig with his arms wrapped around Sky’s shins in such a tight grip, while he had the biggest grin on his face. After a few moments, Sprig released from the hug and went inside, while Hop Pop continued his labor in the crop fields. “Hmm…would you like some help? I’d be glad to assist you with your chores.” Sky proposed, offering to help Hop Pop with his garden. “Oh? You wouldn’t mind?” Hop Pop asked, intrigued by Sky voluntarily wanting to help. “I wouldn’t mind at all!” Sky replied with a shrug. “Well, sure! In fact, how about we start here with the rutabagas?” Hop Pop said, excited that he now had someone to help him with his work. “Of course.” Sky said as he picked up a pair of spare gloves, ready to work.

An hour went by, and Sky and Hop Pop were baking underneath the hot sun. Sweat ran down Sky’s forehead and body and soaked his t-shirt, and Hop Pop felt unbearably dehydrated. To the point where he went through his bottle of water faster than he intended. But at least Sky was generous enough to offer him the rest of his water. Once they filled the last crate with the rest of the harvest, they were finished. “Aww, nelly. I’m sorry we had to work under these conditions. If I knew it would be so hot today, I would’ve postponed it for tomorrow.” Hop Pop said with a frown, apologizing for keeping Sky outside for so long in the sweltering, humid heat. “It’s alright, sir. I’m just glad I could help you out.” Sky said kindly as he took a towel and wiped sweat from his forehead. Hop Pop still felt bad because even though Sky didn’t mind helping him, he still didn’t like the fact that the heat became so terrible, and that they had to keep working during it. “Is there anything you’d like to do in the meantime? Anything to make it up to you.” Hop Pop said, wanting to make up for having to work under those conditions. “Hmm…I could go for some lunch. If that’s okay with you.” Sky suggested politely. “On it.” Hop Pop said, giving a nod as he walked into the house and into the kitchen to make Sky some lunch. And Sky followed with him. “What would ya like? Don’t worry, I’m aware that you humans aren’t so keen toward feasting on insects.” Hop Pop asked while he searched through his cupboards. Sky breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he wouldn’t have to eat any bug infused food. “How ‘bout a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” Hop Pop suggested. Sky was agreeable with the idea, but also a bit confused. “You have peanut butter and jelly here?” Sky asked curiously. “Well, of course. Even we frogs are able to crush some peanuts and grind some fruit. It’s complicated, but we know how to do it and can do it.” Hop Pop replied as he pulled out a couple jars from the pantry, which had homemade labels written on them; Crunchy Peanut Butter and Smooth Peanut Butter. He also took out a few jars of jelly from the icebox, all different flavors. And along with that, he also pointed out some loaves of bread which he had stored in the pantry. He offered each of these as options for what he wants on his PB&J sandwich. After about a minute, Sky’s sandwich was complete. “Alrighty. Smooth peanut butter on both slices of bread - white bread, as per your request - grape jelly on one slice, and to wash it down, a tall glass chock ‘fulla refreshing ice and water. Enjoy!” Hop Pop said as he served Sky his lunch. Sky smiled and blushed a bit at Hop Pop’s country accent, before he picked up his sandwich and took a small bite out of it. He nodded his head as he chewed the piece of his sandwich, admiring the delightful taste. “This is delicious, sir. Thank you very much.” He said after he swallowed the bite of his sandwich. “You’re more than welcome, Sky.” Hop Pop said with a smile as he placed the butter knife - which was smeared with peanut butter and grape jelly - into the sink for it to be washed later, along with the other dishes.

While Sky enjoyed his lunch, he felt a little bored and wanted to start some conversation with Hop Pop. “Hey. Earlier you had said that you enjoy theater and acting. If you don’t mind, would you like to chat about it?” Sky asked after he swallowed another bite of his sandwich. At this point, Hop Pop felt a little doubtful that Sky was actually interested in that. Sky helping him in the garden when the others were too busy/didn’t care, that was just a kind courtesy. But him asking about his love for theater? “...Are you wantin’ something from me?” Hop Pop asked out of suspicion. Sky felt perplexed at Hop Pop’s accusation. “What? No, I just would like to hear about it.” Sky replied honestly. “Are ya positive? Cuz’ neither Anne, nor my grandchildren, want to hear about my passion for such a stunning form of artistic expression. So while I have become numb to their indifference toward my affection for the craft, right now I’m genuinely surprised why someone like you, who I’ve only known for a week or so, would want to spend their time hearing about it.” Hop Pop said, skeptical that Sky is actually telling him the truth and not just what he wants to hear. “If I didn’t wanna hear about it, I wouldn’t have asked in the first place.” Sky said, matter-of-factually. “Uh…okay, that’s a fair point.” Hop Pop said, intending on giving another uncertain rebuttal, but giving up when he realized that Sky did make a good point. “Ya sure you wanna hear about it? You won’t doze off on me or anything?” Hop Pop asked a little shyly, still unsure if Sky really wanted to hear about it. “I won’t. I promise.” Sky replied truthfully. “Heh…alright, then.” Hop Pop said as he sat down in a chair on the opposite end of the table where Sky was sitting. “Here’s a scene from one of my favorite plays, The Shallow Pond. It’s kind of my go-to if I ever tell people about my acting profession.” Hop Pop said, readying himself before he recited the scene from memory. “SADNESS. The world…is sadness. But look, there! A pond! Is it deep…or shallow?” Hop Pop proclaimed dramatically, as if he were in front of an audience. “Forsooth…do I, a humble, elderly, amphibious mortal with a finite lifespan, dare to dip my toe…nay…to submerge my whole assemblage of flesh and bones into the murky, aquatic abyss? Unknowing if I shall remain above the surface, or if I may dive deep, deep, deep to the marsh beneath?” Hop Pop continued, getting out of his chair and adding some more motion and physical expression to his performance. Sky listened carefully, feeling fascinated by his enactment. “Timidly, I press a toe to the surface of the water, the resulting ripples echoing throughout the brook, causing much more distortion to the already opaque pond. Yet, even with its dingy, dismal essence, I could see a face on the surface. Unsurprisingly, it’s the rippled vestige of my own likeness. My reflection. Although fear and uncertainty course through my body, I feel more compelled and curious every passing moment. Until finally, I blindly stride into the pond. Looking down at my own reflection for comfort. For in this moment of seclusion, who better to trust in…than myself?” He continued until he finished his scene. He gave a bow to his audience, and Sky clapped for a few moments. “I’ll be honest: that was pretty good.” Sky said truthfully, before taking another sip of his water. “You really think so? Because last time I read that scene to Anne and my kids, I only read 15 words from it, and they clamored with demands to watch Suspicion Island on Anne’s phone.” Hop Pop said as he sat back down in his chair. “Which, by the way, I actually do have an affinity for. But at the time, I was pretty butthurt.” He added while he took Sky’s empty plate to the sink, making a point to note that he does like that show in particular. But at the time when this took place, he was a bit sour from his grandchildren and Anne insulting his interests. “Well, I think your scene was great.” Sky said with a benign smile, complimenting his acting. Hop Pop felt enamored at Sky’s appreciation, and he strolled over to him and gently hugged him. “Thank you, Sky.” Hop Pop said graciously while Sky reciprocated his hug. During this, Sprig walked to the kitchen to put his own glass cup in the sink. “I’m glad somebody likes my fondness for theater.” Hop Pop added, as if to specifically address Sprig. Sky felt a little awkward after hearing that. “Hey, I do like it. I mean, you’re no Gaylord Haufner, but you’ve got…some chops.” Sprig retorted as he placed his cup in the sink. “Gaylord…what?” Hop Pop asked, bewildered by the odd name. “Gaylord Haufner. He’s a human actor in the Noontide series. He plays Jared the werewolf.” Sprig replied, explaining who he was. Suddenly the name sounded familiar to Sky. “Wait…Gaylord Haufner…Taylor Lautner? Twilight?!” Sky thought to himself, making the connection between those two actors. “Don’t worry, Hop Pop. You don’t need to feel jealous about him. Where I come from, the movie he works in…yeesh.” Sky said assuringly, before shuddering in slight disgust as he remembered the Twilight fangirl frenzy from many years ago in his homeworld.

After some time, Sky, Anne, Sprig, and Polly gathered together on the couch to watch Free Pal and Noontide: Clouding Dusk. Sky enjoyed watching the Amphibia parody of Free Guy, but he chuckled and cringed when he watched their parody of Twilight. Still, he enjoyed watching those movies with them.

After that, it was 11:26 PM, and they all left the living room to get some sleep. Sky went to his guest bedroom and the others went to their respective bedrooms as well. Sky was sound asleep as he laid on his bed, cozied up beneath his blankets. And then, sometime around midnight, the door quietly opened, and a figure stepped into the room.

It was Hop Pop, dressed in only his briefs. After he creaked the door open, he delicately stepped across the floor, inching closer to Sky’s bed, and upon closing distance with it, he crawled up onto it and made his way to Sky’s crotch. He lightly tugged the bedsheets and pulled them to Sky’s ankles, and then he pulled down Sky’s boxers to his ankles. Once Hop Pop saw it - Sky’s flaccid penis, he gently placed his hand on it and slowly stroked his cock until it erected in his hand. 

Secretly, Hop Pop felt an odd attraction toward Sky ever since they first met less than 2 weeks ago. He didn’t know how to explain it, but he just felt…smitten toward him. He couldn’t help but blush at how warm-hearted and polite he was.

He’s had experience with anal - on the receiving end - before, in his earlier adult years. So what he was planning wasn’t unpracticed.

Once Sky was rock hard, Hop Pop was ready to begin the next action. He then gently woke Sky up, lightly rubbing his shoulder until his eyes fluttered open. Once his eyes focused and he saw Hop Pop with his hand on his cock, Sky felt a little confused and pretty taken aback. “Hop Pop? What are you doing?” Sky asked softly, his voice sounding a tad sleepy after having just awoken. Hop Pop then lowered his briefs and turned around, showing Sky his plump butt. Which was unusual for someone his age, but - after Sky’s experiences with Scrooge McDuck and Flintheart Glomgold in Duckburg - not uncommon. Hop Pop then sat on Sky’s crotch and began rubbing his asscheeks on his cock. Sky unintentionally moaned at a low volume as he felt Hop Pop’s soft, smooth buttcheeks smothering his dick. “Well, you’ve been a big help to me, today. I s’pose you deserve a reward of some sort.” Hop Pop said a little shyly while blushing, looking back at Sky as he kept hotdogging his cock.

After a little over a minute, Hop Pop lifted himself and grabbed Sky’s cock, aiming it toward his anus. He then lowered himself, allowing Sky’s dick to press into his asshole, until he was firmly sitting on Sky’s lap, with his cock all the way inside. He moaned a little loudly from feeling his cock deep inside him, but then covered his mouth out of fear of waking up his grandkids. Sky moaned loudly as well at Hop Pop’s unanticipated tightness, but he also covered his mouth. After a few moments, Hop Pop began moving his hips up and down, allowing Sky’s cock to plunge in and out of his butthole. He and Sky moaned much more quietly as Sky’s reward proceeded, and after some time, Hop Pop had sped up his riding and turned around to stare at Sky while he bounced continuously, his plump butt smacking Sky’s crotch again and again, while they both stared into each other’s eyes.

Hop Pop then helped Sky adjust himself so that he would be sitting up with his back rested against the wall. And then he went back to riding Sky’s dick, his hands rested on his shoulders, smirking at him while they both moaned at Hop Pop riding him faster. At one point, he felt a little brave and stretched his long tongue into Sky’s mouth and began french-kissing him. On Sky’s end, tongue-kissing with a frog was an odd experience. But it felt amazing. Sky brought one hand up and caressed the side of Hop Pop’s face while his other hand reached out and rested on his bouncing hips. After a few moments, they separated from the kiss, leaving a thick string of saliva between their tongues, panting from such an intense french kiss. As Hop Pop kept riding, Sky’s cock twitched as pre-cum began squirting out of the tip of his dick, the drooling fluid spreading along his cock as Hop Pop kept riding, making his cock more lubricated and much slicker. Meanwhile, Hop Pop felt delighted by Sky’s delicate touch, with his hand resting on the side of his face while they kept glaring into each other’s eyes.

“Y-Your ass feels so tight...it’s so amazing, Hop Pop.” Sky said while moaning softly, admiring how tight he felt, and also his fast riding. “Th-Thanks, buddy. I’m glad you’re liking your reward so far.” Hop Pop said while blushing as he rode him faster. Thank goodness that Sky’s mattress was on the floor. Because if their moans weren’t waking anybody up, the sound of a headboard rocking back and forth and box springs creaking certainly would’ve. “Haah…h-how does my cock feel? If you don’t mind me asking.” Sky asked. “Mmf…it feels pretty good. I love how snug it feels inside me.” Hop Pop replied before turning around and spreading his asscheeks, and then retracting them and making her jiggle. Sky bit his lip at the sight of Hop Pop’s reverberating asscheeks, and then moaned as Hop Pop rode faster, both of them getting close to climax. “Fffuh…I-I’m getting close!” Hop Pop exclaimed at a soft volume as he rode his cock faster. “I am, too! Keep going!” Sky exclaimed at a similar volume while he gripped at the blankets on his bed.

They both moaned a little loudly as they both felt their climaxes drawing closer. While riding Sky’s cock, Hop Pop thought of an idea. He then added a bit more oomph to his bouncing, making his asscheeks slap more forcefully against Sky’s lap, before lifting midway for a few moments as he shook his asscheeks and rotated his hips in a circle, swirling his cock around in his asshole, and then going back to his blunt force riding. He kept up this pattern and even had Sky moaning pretty loudly, until Sky covered his mouth before anyone could hear. Hop Pop then looked back at him with a teasing smirk and half-lidded eyes. "You wanna cum so badly, don’t ‘cha?" He said lustily, before reaching around and spanking one of his asscheeks as he kept riding. “Ohh, ffuck yeah, I do.” Sky moaned lowly, feeling his climax approach steadfastly, while also feeling quite aroused by Hop Pop’s dirty talk. “Heh…can’t handle this ol’ frog butt, can ya?” Hop Pop asked a little tauntingly. He had some experience with dirty talk, but he was more on the submissive side. It wasn’t often that he was the powerbottom in the bedroom. But whenever he was…well, he did an excellent job. 

Sky can verify that.

“Those cheeks are so m...mesmerizing.” Sky said, turned on by the sight of Hop Pop’s cheeks slamming against his crotch. “If you don’t mind...could you possibly tease me a bit?” Sky asked politely and warily. “Only if you don’t mind, I mean.” He added. “Sure. I don’t mind.” Hop Pop said, immediately taking Sky’s cock out of his ass. “Besides, I bet you love it.” Hop Pop said as he stepped over to Sky and turned around, as he started twerking at Sky, his plump cheeks wiggling and wobbling close to Sky’s face, much to their arousal. “Fffuck yesss…” Sky moaned softly as his cock throbbed at the spectacle. “Yer’ already addicted to my fat butt, aren’t ya? Not surprised. But, I am glad to have someone like you simpin’ for me.” Hop Pop said teasingly before going back to his cock, turning around to face Sky and putting his dick back in his asshole and riding much faster and more forcefully, causing both of them to moan louder before muffling their mouths with their hands again.

Not even half of a minute into it, Hop Pop was already teetering on the edge of climax, ready to bust at any moment. Sky noticed this, and just as Hop Pop was about to cum on him, Sky lifted him off of his cock, and started sucking his dick. Hop Pop moaned and panted as his penis was engulfed by Sky’s mouth, feeling how warm and damp it felt. And soon enough, he covered his mouth and moaned loudly into his hand as he came, flooding Sky’s mouth with his sperm. Once his climax was done, Sky lowered Hop Pop back onto his dick so he could go back to riding, and as he did, Sky gave Hop Pop a passionate kiss while he still had cum in his mouth. After a few moments, they separated and a string of saliva and cum held onto both of their tongues, until Hop Pop slurped it up. He then rode Sky’s cock as fast as he could, his phat cheeks slamming against Sky’s pelvis and cock with such intensity. And soon enough, Sky covered his mouth and moaned loudly as he climaxed, filling Hop Pop’s tight asshole with many thick lances of his warm cum.

After his climax died down, Hop Pop lifted his ass off of Sky’s cock, and then turned around to show Sky his cum-filled asshole, as some of it slowly spilled out like a small waterfall. Sky, courteously, crawled over to Hop Pop’s creamy ass and licked the spilling semen from it, before he began rimming his asshole, thrusting his tongue deep into him. Hop Pop moaned softly as he felt his asshole being tongue-fucked, and he even reached back with his hands to shove Sky’s face deeper between his cheeks, to which Sky tongued him faster. After about a minute, Sky stopped, as each drop of cum was slurped out. After that, they both cuddled with each other in bed, snuggling close in a warm embrace.

“So…I just wanna ask. Why were you trying to be buddy buddy with me, today? What is it about me that caught your interest, and made you want to befriend me?” Hop Pop asked in a soft whisper, still unsure of why Sky helped him with his garden, chatted with him, why he seemed interested in his passion for acting and theater. “Well…after hanging out with Anne and the others in the past few days, they just seemed to paint you as some stuck-up grumpy old man, and I wanted to get to know you personally. Surely they were just teasing you, and I wanted to verify that.” Sky replied honestly while staring into his eyes. Hop Pop wasn’t completely sure how to feel about this, but…well, Sky does seem very compassionate and kind. It would make sense that he’d want to befriend him, considering that he and Sky did feel some form of connection between them. Even if it wasn’t romantic, surely they were meant to be friends. “Well, to set the record straight, I’m not stuck-up, I’m just particular. And protective. It’s only because I wanna keep my grandkids safe, and Anne as well, as I consider her a part of the family.” Hop Pop said truthfully, explaining his reasoning for being, what Anne called, ‘stuck-up’. “But…I do appreciate that you took an effort to get to know me. That’s very sweet of you.” Hop Pop added with a tender smile and a slight blush. “Thank you, Hop Pop. I’m very glad about the time we spent together, today.” Sky said with a similar grin as he hugged Hop Pop. His grip was gentle, affirming, comforting. And of course, Hop Pop couldn’t resist reciprocating. “You’re very welcome, Sky. …I love you so much.” Hop Pop replied as he hugged Sky, before planting his lips upon Sky’s, giving him an affectionate kiss. It lasted for an entire minute and a half, before they separated, feeling breathless from their impassioned connection as they slowly drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. But not before Sky could whisper “...I love you, too.”

“...So I’m not the only one.” Sprig whispered to himself, having watched the entire spectacle from outside the bedroom door. And feeling rather jealous of Hop Pop.
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The End