A Place for Cliff (7 page)

Pyotr stepped in taking Cliff’s hips in his grip and began walking them towards the bureau, “That will change.”

Pyotr’s hands were all over him, one moving to tangle into his hair then down to his back, the other stroked over his side then down to squeeze at his ass. A long finger slid teasingly between his cheeks and back out. Cliff struggled to keep up, but he was fumbling just to get one act of fondling down.

Pyotr chuckled between his licking, “Don’t worry—you’ll find your comfort zone soon enough.”

“What are you, psychic?”

“Psychologist actually, but the two tend to resemble each other at times.” Pyotr grinned mischievously. It was the first time Cliff had seen such a sinisterly playful look on the man and it was an incredibly wicked and sexy look on him.

After some fishing through the drawer Pyotr found what he was looking for. Cliff found himself being shuffled across his room again until they reached the bed and Pyotr tossed the bottle of oil and a handful of condoms on the bed. Cliff glanced at the four or five squares of foil then to Pyotr who still had the wicked grin on, “Should I be scared?”

“Most likely,” Pyotr leaned in licking over Cliff’s lips playfully, “but it’s too late for that now.” His hands resumed their wandering and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, grinding his cock still confined in his Dockers against Cliff’s exposed body.

Cliff found himself desperately wanting the man as naked as himself. It seemed rather unsettling that for the second night in a row Pyotr still maintained in his clothing, but then he’d just tossed more than a normal night’s worth of condoms on the bed. He had to wonder about the purpose of having so many. Perhaps knowing he was Kimmi’s donor, Pyotr intended to double up on the protection for his own peace of mind. Which seemed to still be over-kill; Pyotr was a doctor which meant he too had to keep clean. Not that Cliff would risk going bareback first time without paper and commitment.
Commitment
. He was getting way ahead of himself.

“Do you use the universal safe words from the club?”

There was a pause as Cliff gathered his thoughts well enough to respond with the correct answer. “Yes. Red, Yellow and Green.”

“Good. Give me one.”

“Green.” The word barely out of his mouth, Cliff found himself flying back suddenly, the bed catching the back of his knees and down he went. His back bounced on the mattress a few times, then he quickly got up on elbows just a little disgruntled, “Hey that’s not fair. You’re still dressed.”

“Shhh,
shejtan
. They’ll come off soon enough.”

“
Now
would be preferable.” Cliff scowled up at him. He sat up then, reaching for the man’s fly, but Pyotr caught his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Stay where I put you and just watch.” Cliff’s brow furrowed at him with a silent protest. “Do as I say
draga
, and lie back.”

Pyotr stood at the foot of the bed and slowing began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his physique for Cliff to see. “I want you to see what is about to bed you.”

“If you’re about to give me another old man speech, save it.”

Pyotr undid the remainder of his zipper and pushed asides his pants, exposing his enlarged cock fighting its way up his belly. His earlier release at the showers had done little to squelch his arousal that was now back to full demonic need. The red-flanged tip protruding out from his boxer briefs. He let his finger glide over it and his cock thumped against his hand. “No just the
man
part. I want you to be completely sure this is what you want. So there is no panic when I push inside you. You’re about to be fucked by a man,
draga
. I want you to be perfectly content with it.”

“I want this. I want you. For god’s sakes push.” Cliff fussed. He didn’t want time to have second thoughts or doubts or even worse, feel unworthy of being with this man.

Pyotr placed a knee on the edge between Cliff legs and was instantly coming down over him on to straightened arms, locking himself just over the young man. His eyes bore down on him intently, “Prove it.”

“How?” Cliff felt the sudden intimidation.

“Touch me. All of me.”

Cliff had been wanting to do that from the beginning so he wasn't reluctant to follow his commands. His hands immediately went to his pants and pushed them further down taking his briefs with them til they were clear of his hips. His fingers glided up the long shaft that bounced up several times with a jerk, pointing its imposing purplish red cap in his direction, its single eye already glistening with droplets of clear fluid. Cliff’s fingers wrapped around the hard shaft and slowing began to stroke over it, lightly at first just enjoying the soft velvety skin.

Pyotr’s mouth fell open letting out a soft gasp and he closed his eyes enjoying the touch. Cliff move down the length, his finger stretching out to grasp his tightening scrotum, catching them up in his palm and messaged gently then back up the long length of Pyotr’s cock.

“You have two hands, use them.”

Cliff glanced up at him and saw the need in Pyotr’s eyes. For a man who quoted
in strides
, there was only so much slow his body would take tonight. Cliff’s free hand snaked around the back of Pyotr’s neck to pull him down to kiss him, but Pyotr kept his arms locked and pulled his head back from him. “Kissing is a distraction.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Look who’s talking,
shejtan
.” Pyotr smiled at him, but still made no move. He expected Cliff to explore his body fully until both his brain and body accepted the fact he was about to be fucked by a man. “I will feel your lips again soon enough. Right now use your hands.”

Cliff let his hand slide down the man’s body, feeling his chest and abdomen then went back down to embrace his cock with one, the other slipping around his back side to find his ass. He slid his hands all over his body just as Pyotr had instructed until it was too much to bear, his own cock standing on end, throbbing every time it caught the slightest touch from Pyotr’s cock as it hovered over him. Cliff wrapped around the older man’s hips and forced him to come down over him and won the kiss he’d attempted earlier. And was rewarded with a healthy grinding that had him gasping into their kiss.

Pyotr crawled off him rolling to his back. Cliff followed him pulling Pyotr’s jeans the rest of the way down, exposing long tan legs and dropped them to the floor.

Freed from the confinements of fabric, Pyotr returned Cliff to his back and came over him, chastising his mouth with small chaste kisses, working his way down the youthful flesh with a mix of kissing and licking. Enjoying the taste of Cliff’s body, he found one of the small nipples and licked it over before sucking the small bud into his mouth. He heard the hiss from the young man, a sweet sexy sound. Cliff’s body was a ticking time bomb of sensation wanting sexual bliss that never had a lover who took the time to deliver it. That is until now.

Pyotr moved to the next manly nipple to deliver equal attention then slowly made his way down the axis of smooth rippling abs until he felt the young man’s throbbing cock bounce against his cheek. He rubbed his face against it, an added bonus that his young lover had such an impressive tool.

He kissed the engorged gland, rollicking in the involuntary jerk of the young man’s organ.

Cliff’s mind was flooded with the sensation of Pyotr’s touch. It felt so damn good, but when he felt the man’s mouth come over his cock he nearly jumped out of his skin. “
Ahhh
. What are you doing?” He pulled up instantly on elbows so he could look down his body at Pyotr who hovered around his cock his eyes glancing back up at him with a small amount of amusement. What he was doing seemed fairly obvious.

When Cliff said nothing else apparently mesmerized by what he was about to do, Pyotr went back to indulging in the treat.

“No wait—” Cliff sucked in a hard breath at the instant touch. “You’re a Master—”

Pyotr’s amusement only seemed to deepen. “Are you saying I am not allowed to do as I wish to my lover’s body?”

Cliff’s forehead wrinkled unsure. He shook his head. “No you’re allowed to do as you please.” He seemed suddenly unsteady of just what that defined.

“That’s good or we’d have to start all over again with our sessions until you developed a clear understanding of our roles here.”

“But—”

“No buts, your body looks good enough to eat. Which is exactly what I intend to do.”

Pyotr’s hands stroked up the young man’s body, forcing his weight to fall back down on the bed, then made their way down to Cliff’s legs and pulled them to wrap around his torso as he went back to the impressive young cock that made no protests of what it wanted. Pyotr bowed his head and took Cliff’s shaft all the way in his mouth in one, deep suction.

“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.