A Place for Cliff

by Talon p. s.

  “Oh god.” Cliff’s head snapped back into the pillows, his hands grappling at the other man’s shoulders and held onto him. The very man that was both the reason for his body zinging off into space and his anchor.

  Pyotr rolled his tongue over the lad’s cock, in a lathing, caressing rhythm completely separate from what the rest of his mouth did to him. His lips interchanging from soft envelopment to powerful suction.

  Cliff was anything, but silent over any of it. A chorus of hissing and moaning. His fists thrashed into the mattress at his sides, only to curl up in the same instant to tug at his hair then clutch the pillows around his head. His body jerked and quaked with the building euphoric tension. “Oh god—I can’t hang on.” His body writhing with the torture of pleasure.

  Pyotr released the young man’s cock from his mouth and smiled from the enjoyment he got just feeling his new lover squirm. He would thoroughly enjoy watching him come too, but not just yet. He lifted up over Cliff and ground his hard shaft against the other man with a tight roll of his hips, but that was the touch that did his young lover in. Cliff was instantly jack-knifing, slamming up against him, crying out only to hitch back into the mattress when his contorting body had no other place to go. The rasping moan that came from his lips was the sexiest sound Pyotr had ever heard from a man and soaked up every detail of Cliff’s violent shudders as his orgasm exploded. Thick streams of white pearly seed spurted out over the young man’s chest and Pyotr ground against his lover’s cock again to draw out the wave. Cliff’s hands shot out grasping Pyotr’s waist tugging and pushing him to stay at the same time, while his body rode out the ecstatic convulsions.

  As the shudders eased what should have been quiet bliss for Cliff was not what Pyotr saw. Rather, the young man was instantly mortified at what he’d done.

  “I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry.” Cliff was truly panic stricken that he’d cum so soon.

  Pyotr was not, and he lowered over his body and slid across him smearing the spunk between them, ignoring the misplaced panic.

  “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help it. I’m s-“

  “Say sorry one more time and I may have to find some form of punishment for you and that won’t please me, because it won’t go well with my plans for tonight.” Pyotr warned tightly. He shifted his weight to one arm and ran his fingers over Cliff’s chest gathering up a healthy dollop of semen and served it over Cliff’s lips. Without further words, he lowered down and helped himself to the banquet prize from his lips. After he was satisfied that he’d silenced his lover, he broke from their kiss and rolled to his side.

  Cliff was silent, almost too silent. Pyotr pulled at his chin bringing his eyes around to look at him and saw the worry there. Pyotr strummed over the lad’s lips with his thumb, and then pulled him to him to kiss once again. The touch of his tongue was soft and inviting as he licked his way into his young lover’s mouth.

  Cliff pulled away and glanced at him, “You’re not mad?”

  Pyotr’s amusement melted into a question. “Why would I be mad?” his amusement back, his eyes lowered down the body still smeared with his handy work.

  “I’m not supposed to cum unless you give me permission. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

  “I don’t believe I gave such orders this night. My pleasure doesn’t usually come from withholding your release, but rather making you come for me multiple times.” Pyotr ran his hand over Cliff’s chest further smearing the spunk over his body then wrapped around the man’s neck and pulled him to him for a more forceful kiss. He chewed at his lip before releasing him. “Besides that you responded so intensely only promises sweet torture in our future.” Pyotr smiled then.

  Cliff’s head popped up, “Can I do it to you now?”

  Pyotr made a near chuckling sound, “Do?”

  “Suck you off.”

  Pyotr never lost his amusement of the lad. It wasn’t exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but then his lover was young and young people were always in such a rush. Eloquence and etiquette weren’t in their vocabulary.

  Pyotr rolled to his back his hand gently bringing Cliff with him to take his freedom with his body. He wouldn’t let his young lover bring him to cum, but he would let him savor him in any way he wished allowing him to explore a man’s body as he desired. There was a mental difference between men who were gay from the start and those that were late developers. Pyotr had never been with a woman, had never desired to even try it out, but Cliff had, for the most part only been with women. And no amount of play compared to the real thing of laying beside—touching, feeling, tasting the body of another man. And for some, it could be disturbing their first time, only because of all the negative mental input placed there by other people’s opinions. So it was important to take it slow and enjoy each other’s bodies more so then the sex itself. Though that was going to be incredible once they reached that point.

  Cliff wrapped his hand around the hard shaft, just enjoying the look of it as it filled his hand, moving up and down in soft, slow strokes. He could stack his fists one on top of the other and the length of Pyotr’s cock would win out. He liked how if felt soft like silk stretched over a hard rod of iron. He could feel the pulse in the thick veins that ran its length like wild vines. A drop of clear pre-cum seeped out the tip and he drew his finger tip over it and brought it to his tongue. Rich and briny only described half of it, the other half he couldn't put into words to save his life, but he liked it. He certainly wasn’t afraid of it. Cliff bowed his head and licked over the mushroom cap a few times then sucked it into his mouth. He skirted the broad tip in his mouth with his tongue several times then made his way down taking more and more in his mouth, til it hit the back of his throat and he instantly started to gag. His head shot up in a slight panic, choking down large breaths of air as if his body thought he had swallowed water.

  Pyotr’s hand was instantly there cradling his cheek with the warmth of his palm, “Easy. Not all at once.”

  He looked up his body finding the blue eyes watching him with the same gentleness that was in his hand. One arm crooked under Pyotr’s head as he did so, making it easier for him to watch. The expression telling him the man’s enjoyment was only from watching his new lover take his first cock, rather than feeling it.

  Cliff licked at his lips a moment pulling them in thoughtfully. He wanted Pyotr to have more than just a show. He wanted him to feel what he felt. He licked his lips once more opened his mouth and covered the broad tip again, using his lips to form a tight seal. He sucked on it drawing out more of the pre cum discovering the heady flavor of musk and semen soaking his taste buds. Swirling his tongue around the head he lifted his gaze to watch Pyotr’s expression. He licked over the slit seeking out more and saw Pyotr hiss each time he did it. Finding his lover’s sweet spot he tightened the tip of his tongue and jabbed down into the hole.

  Pyotr practically jackknifed in the bed himself, an entire sentence or two spilled out in Serbian. None of which did Cliff understand as Pyotr’s hands took hold of him and pulled from his cock and brought him up to his lips. He kissed him with a hungry growl, but made no other comment, just some fun wicked expression warning him not to tempt the beast like that again. Cliff smiled anyways.

  Pyotr dropped back once again and his hand guided Cliff’s mouth back to his cock, tangling his fingers into his hair, some reminder to behave, he was certain.

  Cliff licked over the head just savory the feel, of the large gland how it filled his mouth and to what ease he could use his tongue to extract a quivering response from Pyotr. Whether it was a hissing sound, a verbal praise or just a twitch in his thighs. Even when his attempts were clumsy at best until he could master the skill for it.

  He sucked Pyotr’s cock further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down several times then licked all around the underside of the shaft and over the tightening balls and back to do it all over again.

  Pyotr lay back, eyes closed, basking in his new lover’s mouth. Who was doi
ng far more to his temptation than he had anticipated? He chewed at his lip between the occasional escaped gasp, not that he bothered with trying to hold them back. A little bit of training and Cliff may turn out to be the sweetest pair of lips he’d ever had wrapped around his cock. Adding to the erotica of it all were the glimpse touches of Cliff’s erect cock against his leg as the young man continued to suck him down. That his new young lover was still hard even after such an explosive orgasm suited him just fine. He was going to enjoying watching the young man’s dick, all red and swollen bouncing up and down as he took him. Just the image in his head was enough to take him to the edge and threaten an early release. A reprieve he didn’t want just yet.

  Pyotr fisted his fingers into Cliff hair and gently pulled him from his cock. A popping sound blasted from his lips as he tried to keep a firm suction going.

  “Why’d you stop me?”

  “Shejtan there are other ways to please me, ways other than racing to get me to come.”

  “Such as?” Cliff looked up at him, his lips swollen from sucking on him and Pyotr wanted to feel those swollen lips on his own.

  “Kissing. I want you to lick your way up my body.”

  It was another thing that Pyotr wanted him to do, that burned it in his mind that he was with a man. Cliff didn’t need any more tutoring on the matter. He wasn’t in bed with just a man, he was in bed with Pyotr and there was nothing more erotic and arousing or more satisfying than that. “And when I have found my way up will you stop the gay 101 stuff?”

  Pyotr laughed. “Alright but I did try to break you in easy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Cliff dropped back down only instead of taking Pyotr’s cock he sucked one side of his tight sacks in his mouth, swirling the tender gland over his tongue then did the same to the other side. His ears filled with the sound of Pyotr, sucking in a tight breath which was what he was trying to get in the first place. He took a deep inhale and rubbed his nose into the soft skin between the man’s leg and groin. He licked it over several times and started a wet trail all the way up Pyotr’s belly to his chest and then his neck and gave him a triumphant nip on the jaw.

  Pyotr let out a deep groan-like sigh and pulled the young man on top of him rubbing their cocks together and kissed him. Swiping over Cliff’s tongue with his own. Lick. After rolling lick. Soaking his lips with a lathing caress of his tongue.

  Pyotr pushed off rolling them both over placing Cliff on his back and Pyotr back on top. He kissed him several times more before breaking away and working his way down Cliff’s body, his tongue grazing over the lad’s cock and one teasing long lick then did the same to each of his balls then chewed on the inside of his thigh. He raised Cliff’s right leg up at the knee, tucked his head under and chewed on the back of his thigh a moment then rolled him over to his stomach and continued on to chew on Cliff’s back side, biting into his left ass cheek then his right, then trailed his tongue up his spine and lingered at the back of his neck to kiss and nibble there.

  He grabbed the bottle of oil, smeared a generous amount on his fingers and began applying it into the crevice of Cliff’s ass, just slathering it on both sides of his cheeks. His finger pressed between them finding the tight puckered hole and rolled over it. Messaging it gently with his fingers, then sliding under him to wrap around his cock, stroking it a few times then coming back to tempt his rear entrance.

  Cliff pushed back on his fingers hoping to get a good slip. His body was burning with need. And it would suit him just fine if Pyotr wanted to just get on with it and start fucking him right then. Several moans broke from his lips, mostly out of desperation for deep penetration.

  Pyotr moved up on his knees straddled over Cliff’s legs and rubbed his cock in between his cheeks, letting his hard shaft slip against the crevice in the oil. Just letting Cliff get a feel for his length against his body. It felt so good, even better with Cliff rocking back into him. He loved an active bottom, though he wouldn’t expect a lot out of Cliff not in the beginning. It would take him some time to discover a comfortable rhythm, but it still felt incredible, sliding against his tight ass, watching him push back, silently begging for more.

  “What do you need?” Pyotr whispered grinding harder against him.

  Cliff pushed back even more, had Pyotr allowed the tip of his shaft to line up, he would have made it slide to the hilt already. “I want that inside me. Fucking me” He gasped.

  “Give me a safe word.”

  “Green.”

  Pyotr moved back some, grabbed one of the pillows folded it in half then lifted Cliff’s hips and stuffed it under him, keeping his buttocks lifted perfectly for him. He tore open one of the foils and rolled the condom down his shaft. He stroked himself a few times, than gripping his cock at the base, he lined it up til it was just right with Cliff’s tight little hole. He eased up against him, the swollen cap of his rod pressing its way through the tight muscle ring. Cliff hissed underneath him and he paused letting his lover’s body adjust a moment before lowering into him further. His whole body tensed up and Pyotr pulled back.

  “No. Don’t stop.”

  “It won’t be any good for either of us if I hurt you.” Pyotr laid down the law with him. But was soon stroking over Cliff’s hole with a slicked finger teasing the pucker to relax against him and soon after pushed in. Cliff let out a heavy moan wallowing in the inner contact and pushed back a small amount and Pyotr rewarded him with a deeper penetration. He stroked him a few times then added a second finger and spread them as they moved in and out, stretching him open to take him easier. Pyotr crooked his fingers inside him and caught his prostate with them. Cliff let out far more than a gasp this time and his hips jerked under him.

  Cliff’s head was swimming. He felt drunk, he was so damn needy right then, that Pyotr was taking his time was about to drive him insane. His fingers—how they seemed to know right were to go finding a sweet spot he had no idea he had. It was so good he wanted more of it. He rocked back on the other man’s fingers gaining a deeper penetration and hopefully convincing Pyotr he really was ready. “Damn it—” Cliff gasped when Pyotr’s fingers lodged up in his ass stroked over his prostate again. “Please.”

  Pyotr rolled off his legs and Cliff thought for sure he was going to freak on him,

  “Get up and stand between the bed and the dresser.” Pyotr gave firm instructions as he sat down on the edge of the bed himself and stretched his legs out a bit. Cliff jumped up not wanting to waste any more time, he stood at the side of the bed and let Pyotr guide him until he was standing straddled over his legs facing the mirror on his dresser.

  “Put your hands on the dresser.”

  Cliff did as Pyotr instructed bending over and propping his weight on his hands gripping the edge. He stared at his own reflection then to Pyotr’s who peered around his side watching their reflection together. He was leaning back on straight arms, his legs stretched out between his own and then he felt the first kiss of Pyotr’s cock against his puckered hole.

  Aligning the head of his cock, Pyotr gently eased in, slowly stretching Cliff’s hole. The tight ring of muscle resisting, but as Cliff willed himself to relax, his body adjusted allowing Pyotr to slide in further feeding the length of his shaft into his lover’s body. Oh fuck. Cliff’s jaw clenched to stifle a guttural moan and his fingers curled into the edge of the dresser til his knuckles went white. His entrance flamed with its first stretching after such a long time out of use, and his passage awoke with a flurry of spasms he could not control.

  “Take deep breathes.” Pyotr guided him.

  It wasn’t until that moment that Cliff realized that he had been holding his breath. He closed his eyes took a slow deep breath and let it out nice and slow and he felt Pyotr slip in a little more.

  “That’s it. Relax for me. Just let me be inside you a minute.” Cliff took another deep breath his head dropping forward and just like that, Pyotr felt him relax and take him in. Deeper. Hotter. Silken walls caressing and hugging his coc
k, he began to fill Cliff’s nether.

  Pyotr rocked his hips from side to side letting his cock press against the sides of the walls as it slid in. One arm behind him held him up while the other hand rested tenderly on Cliff’s hips drawing him downward, moving against him further onto his cock. A sudden spike of pain had his teeth nearly chattering as he forced his body to adapt. Pyotr eased out then rocked up inside him going no deeper than Cliff had already taken yet the gentle rocking eased the pain so pleasure could step in. The sensation was like a drug and he wanted it all.

  Inch by inch, Cliff began to work himself onto the older man’s shaft, taking him a little deeper with every movement he made and gradually learning how to relax around him at the same time. The walls of his rectum rippled, anticipating the moment it would feel Pyotr ramming his ass in a rough shafting. He wanted that so damn bad it consumed him.

  Pyotr murmured his approval behind him as he was taken further and further inside him. Feeding him his length, inching slowly upwards til Pyotr was nearly rooted inside Cliff’s ass, a last grinding roll of his groin and he bottomed out deep inside him.

  Each sound of the other man’s enjoyment encouraged Cliff on. He was making the other man sound like that. By the time his new lover’s cock was buried inside him to the hilt, Cliff’s own moans had joined his.

  Slowly Pyotr started to move. Even sitting on the edge of the bed the man’s hips found movement withdrawing his hips until only the tip of his cock remained inside Cliff, he pressed forward, sliding his shaft all the way back in. Back and forth he undulated, gradually upping his speed and pressure until they were both moaning. With his muscular arms braced back on the bed and Cliff straddled back over his lap riding him out he began pounding his hard cock into his young lover‘s tight hole, taking them right to the edge, only to abruptly back off before starting up super slow all over again.

  Cliff gritted his teeth and his hands moved from the edge of the dresser to Pyotr thighs were he gripped at them to keep his body from toppling over and perhaps hoping it kept his mind anchored as well. More moaning escaped his lungs. The friction against his prostate had him rocking with euphoric waves of pleasure that made it impossible for him to even consider being quiet. He’d never felt such ecstasy and right now he was overwhelmed and consumed with it. Shuddering, his head fell back and he squeezed his eyes again, drinking in the earth-shattering feeling of Pyotr’s silky hard shaft filling him and stroking his prostate with every surge. The slapping sound of his own cock against his belly chorusing with the sound of Pyotr’s slick thrusts added to his delirium.