by Talon p. s.
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.
Pyotr shifted his hips thrusting up harder, pistoning into Cliff, hitting his prostate—and reaching deeper.
The pressure on Pyotr’s cock spun Cliff toward release. Rushing heat surged through his body and his balls drew up. He was melting and shivering as his cock lengthened and hardened in a way he never thought possible, ready to shoot. Heat and lust radiated around them perfuming the room with the scent of nothing but pure male scent. It was intoxicating in a way he’d never experienced or knew could exist.
Cliff wasn’t sure he could hang on much longer. His throat burned from the relentless panting. His whole body firing off like a thousand circuit breakers. The culminating wave of pleasure building into such an intense ball of energy he was certain there’d be nothing left of him when he did explode. His moans were so loud and out of control, it should have startled him, but Pyotr felt so damn good thrusting up into the rear nethers he couldn’t convince himself to feel otherwise. It was too good to hold back.
“Ah yes—look at how beautiful your cock is, dancing for me while I fuck you.” Pyotr growled with each thrust.
“Oh god.” Cliff cried out, he was so damn close.
Pyotr’s shaft slid deep then reared back until only the head remained inside Cliff’s tunnel. Then he slammed up inside him again. And again. Cliff’s cock bobbing with the timing and force of Pyotr’s thrusts.
“Look at it draga. How it dances up and down for me.” His praises stopping only long enough to groan into his back and lick over the muscles in his arm before stating more of the obvious on his twirling and slapping anatomy. “Look how hard you are. I love how you stay hard for me while I fuck you.”
Cliff tried to blush, but he just couldn’t seem to submit to his embarrassment while Pyotr still lifted his hips driving his cock inside him. The friction inside his tight walls had everything else swept away. And it was clearly a huge turn on for his lover.
Pyotr licked over Cliff’s back, back and forth tasting the saltiness of his sweat. He bit into the tender flesh and growled into him when he felt the walls around his cock tighten around him. “Ahhh—” he groaned more. Pyotr knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with a trick like that.
Pyotr brought his legs in and pushed them both to their feet, his hips rocking Cliff forward some and bent over the young man immediately licking over the lad’s neck and shoulder, savoring more of his taste. His eyes filling with the sight of his young lovers cock swollen and completely dark red. Angry and up right it was primed to explode any minute now. He reached around taking the angry shaft in his hand and squeezed it, just as he pistoned his cock deep inside Cliff’s ass once again.
Cliff cried out, his legs giving out underneath him, but Pyotr caught him up in his arms and kept the shock and awe going. His right hand continued to jack his dick while he shafted into his hole. His left hand curling up around his side taking his jaw and turning his mouth for him to kiss. Two more strokes while thrusting deep inside him then stilled as every one of Cliff’s muscles tensed with the climatic force and Cliff exploded.
With a low, strangled cry, Cliff lost it completely, obeying the demands of his lover’s hand with helpless pleasure. Heart pounding, his chest heaving for breath, he felt his cock spasming in that large, warm hand as his cum fountained out, coating Pyotr’s grip and the dresser with a pool of white seed.
Pyotr’s hand filled with the hot cum and he used it to make a wet suction over the head of Cliff’s cock forcing him into a painful bucking ride of ecstasy. Milking his cock further, his hand relentlessly, expertly moved to ensure that each subsequent blistering jet was larger and more forceful than the last.
Like a jackhammer, Pyotr pounded him. Spurred on by the vocalized orgasm. Muscles tensed—tighter—tighter—until he snapped. Euphoric waves washed over him. He powered through his orgasm, relishing each hot spurt of cum milked from his cock. Sweat beaded on his brow. His chest heaved and his body burned. He stared into Cliff’s eyes in the mirror, thrilled at the rapturous glimmer staring back.
“Ahhh! Oh fuck!” Cliff cried out his body tugging and towing against his lover’s arms, but they tightened around him like a vice and Pyotr’s cock shafted deep in his inside once more throbbing violently against his buttocks and Pyotr’s groaning release was added to his own. Cliff watched it all in the mirror unable to take his eyes off the man as his face contorted with painful bliss. His own eyes fluttered threatening to take the show away as Pyotr’s groin rolled into him several times more forcing that last swelled reach of his cock deep inside him, squeezing out every last aftershock and exquisite ripple through their bodies.
Pyotr came down over him and chewed on his shoulder, kissed and then licked him from shoulder to cheek, spilling his hot panting breath over his skin.
“So good draga.” He whispered several times in his ear, the praises sounded as good as they felt as he breathed them out on his neck. And still Cliff was mesmerized just watching him. He’d never seen a man as sexy and alluring as Pyotr. Like he was pure ecstasy. Pleasure flashed across the older man’s face—pleasure from being with him. And Cliff felt himself fall a little further for the other man. He knew there wasn’t much further left for him to fall.
The harsh breath that rasped from Pyotr’s lungs as the last of the aftershocks rattled through him. He volunteered himself to fall back into the mattress taking Cliff down with him, his cock still lodged deep inside his nether walls. They rolled to their sides, Pyotr’s arm wrapping around him possessively, even adding a leg to the embrace that had Cliff pinned down while he kissed the back of his head lazily. “So good draga.” He stroked over Cliff’s cock slathering it with his spilled spunk.
Cliff felt the exhaustion coming over them both, but he tensed preparing himself for the coming exit of his lover. Left to sleep and wake alone. He listened as Pyotr’s raged breaths slow into a deeper rhythm, and nuzzled against him til their bodies were fused in a seamless damp tangle.
“Never before have I enjoyed a man so intensely on the first time as I have with you.”
Cliff turned his head, being the only part of him that could move under the weight of the older man, “Never?” He could hardly believe such a claim with the experience Pyotr had. He had half feared he would be a disappointment to the man.
Pyotr licked and kissed along Cliff’s jaw, “Never.” He confirmed. “And I plan to enjoy you for as long as you allow me.”
Cliff fell back into his pillow, “You can stay you know.” He offered with too much hope that he might actually consider it.
Pyotr rose up on an elbow and pulled Cliff around to look at him, “Had you planned for me to leave?”
“They always leave.”
“I’m not that kind of lover, draga. If I’m to have you it will be all of you, all of the time. No drive by quickies.” He lowered over Cliff, kissing him, nibbling over his lips a moment. “But you must also understand I won’t have anyone else but you, so you’ll have more of me then perhaps you’re prepared to have. Are you ready to submit to a demanding lover, draga?”
Pyotr wasn’t just staying the night he was offering to stay period, for however long they were meant to last. It was more than Cliff had ever been given or promised in all his life, ready or not there was no way he was going to say no to it. He reached
up, his fingers tangling in the handsome man’s hair and pulled him back down to him, “Yes,” he hissed, “I’m ready.”
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Pyotr made his way upstairs and into the kitchen finding Kimmi already up, working on one of her many craft projects in the kitchen nook.
“Good morning Kimmi. You’re an early riser too?”
Kimmi glanced over at him with a surprised expression that quickly turned into a smile and nodded.
“Which do you prefer breakfast or tea first?” he helped himself to explore the cabinets, opening several until he found what he was looking for and carried the electric kettle to the sink to fill it.
“Oh, you don’t have to make me breakfast.”
“I plan on cooking anyways it’d be a shame if you didn’t join me.”
Kimmi’s face melted into a much deeper smile and Pyotr had a good idea where it stemmed from, but he said nothing as he waited for her response. “Tea first then please.” Then some thought struck her and she was quickly making up for clarification. “Not that I get sick anymore. It’s just habit really. I promise not to throw up at the table.”
Pyotr nodded with a slight chuckle, but decided it wasn’t of value to comment on. He glanced over the selection of produce and other items in the fridge then summed up there was plenty for what he wanted to do. “Any good at chopping?” he called over his shoulder.
“Excuse me?”
Pyotr pulled some groceries from the fridge and set them on the counter. “We’re having omelets. I need a chopper assistant.”
Kimmi beamed instantly and jumped from the table in trade for one of the bar stools at the counter island.
“That’s me.”
Pyotr returned the deep smile he gotten from the girl. His suspicions confirmed whoever Cliff brought home on occasion not only didn’t stay the night they obviously didn’t include Kimmi on the social list either.
As they prepared their ingredients, Kimmi’s face began to blush heavily and her lips quirked with some unspoken humor.
“What has you so amused?” Pyotr perked for her thoughts.
A giggle gushed from her, “Cliff was really noisy last night.”
Pyotr laughed and nodded in agreement. That his young new lover had been and he had loved being the cause of it. The whistle on the kettle went off and Pyotr filled their cups, while Kimmi added the tea bags and dunked them several times to speed up the steeping.
“So does it really feel that good?” Kimmi asked, this time her eyes filled with innocent wonder still accentuated with her blushing cheeks.
Pyotr smiled and nodded to her. “When two people care about how the other is pleasured and take the time to see it delivered then yes.”
“It’s never been like that for Cliff before.” A tender amount of remorse for her brother’s limited life showed on her face.
Pyotr kept quiet it wasn’t for him to pry or ask such question not from his sister at least.
She grinned then, “You must care a whole lot.” Pyotr’s smiled deepened and he nodded softly.
The two gathered in the breakfast nook, Kimmi drawing up on the bench seat in the bay window with her tea while Pyotr took to the dining room table. The morning light spilled through buttercup and white lace curtains framed around panes of glass painted into a kaleidoscope of colors that delivered its effects onto the rest of the room in a twilight haze of color as they drank tea.
Pyotr had talked with Diesel on her condition previously, keeping such conversations away from his sessions with Cliff. She had been doing good for the last six months since her recent bone marrow transplant and was appearing to be in a successful remission, but he noticed her hair wasn’t growing back. “How long does it usually take for your hair to grow out after you’ve stopped chemo treatments?”
“Oh no, I long since stopping letting it grow.” She racked the short strands of blonde with her finger tips, “I just can’t bare going through the falling out stages anymore. So last time Cliff got me a pair of clippers and we shaved my head.” She made a sound as if she’d tried to laugh it off, “I cried the first time. So he shaved his own head too, right there for me.” She gave a tearful smile then reached over to the window sill where she had a carved, wooden box. She reached in; pulling out a plastic zip lock bag filled with a mix of hair in it and offered it to Pyotr for inspection. Pyotr looked at the hair then the few other items he could see in the box. He plucked out the photo of Cliff and Kimmi arm and arm both with fresh shaved heads. In the photo, Kimmi was smiling despite the red rims around her eyes and Cliff’s smile was soft and protective as a brother’s should be. With it were a couple more photos of Kimmi and Cliff on a boat right alongside it a large whale eyeing the people on the deck of the small water craft with as much curiosity as those on the boat looked at him with wide eyed wonder.
“When was this taken?” he held up the photos.
“Oh, that was this past summer, The center took us all out on a field trip. Someone from one of the other boats took the photos and sent them to me.” She held up another from the same outing showing a large white fin reaching up from the water and there was Kimmi reaching out making contact with the world’s largest creature. She bit down on her lip, her mind drifting to the memory as she glanced down at the photo in Pyotr’s hand. He watched her eyes. The same color as Cliff’s only were his often seemed to reflect a storm about to come her’s were like the cool grey just after the rain has passed when blue sky threatens to show through.
Pyotr placed the items back. She had only a few keepsakes for her treasure box, not nearly enough things that you would expect to be in a young lady’s box. But he did want to hear about the pressed corsage. He pointed at it with an invitation to tell her story.
Kimmi’s head fell to the side, a soft expression of fondness to it, “At the treatment hospital they have this prom night for the patients, one of the guys Cliff works with has a boyfriend closer to my age. He was my date for the night. He was dressed up so fancy. I don’t know where my dress came from, but it was really pretty. I felt like Cinderella for a moment.” She beamed at him.
“And your date? Did he kiss you at the end of the night?”
“No.” She shook her head with a soft blush, “No kiss.” Her cheeks flushed even redder then.
Pyotr could see she would have welcomed the kiss had her date offered, but he had a good idea who her date was. It didn’t take much to put the pieces together and no, he couldn’t imagine Isaac nor Isaiah kissing a girl. Chances are her date was far more nervous than she was.
Pyotr took several more sips of his tea when he noticed Kimmi’s new expression. Something she was just dying to get out.
“Spill it.” He commanded with a smile.
“There is a boy at the center. His name is Bryley. He’s from Australia. I like it when he flirts with me.”
“And has he kissed you?”
The deep blush quickly returned, she shook her head timidly.
“But you would like for him to?” A smile melted onto her face, and the pinkish blush spread to her chest.
They heard the stairs to Cliff’s room creak and she nearly blanched, “Oooo, you won’t tell Cliff will you?”
Pyotr smiled behind his tea mug, “Mum’s the word.” He pushed up from the table and headed back into the kitchen area so he could get breakfast started.
Cliff popped in just as he did, rubbing at his eyes and looked as if he was still half asleep.
“Dobro jutro, dremalo.”
Cliff peeked up at him with a questioning look.
Pyotr’s warm face brightened at the sight of him, “I said good morning sleepy head.” Pyotr felt a sudden rush at the sight of his new lover standing there in his lounge pants, shirtless and well fucked. He wanted to kiss him right there on the spot. He hesitated a moment, Cliff wasn’t officially out and he had refrained from touching him yesterday while they were out in public and with his sister watching. But Kimmi was old enough to know good well what they
had been up to during the night, so he saw no need to harbor in any closeting inside their home. In one step he swooped in, taking Cliff in his arms and crushed him to him and before his young sleepy lover could even consider a protest he kissed him on the mouth with something in between chaste and full on hungry kissing.
Willing himself not to push too far he let Cliff go and enjoyed the color show on Cliff’s face.
Cliff fingered his lips savoring the touch, but still red in the face he glanced over at his sister who was watching with a bright expression bordering on giggling at him. As if it was the most natural thing for her to see her brother do. His eyes then shifted to the older man watching with his usual amusement of him, “Are you going to continue to do that in front of everybody?” He asked nervously.
Pyotr grinned down at him, “Eventually.” And kissed him lightly on the forehead.
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CHAPTER FOUR
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Two weeks had passed since their first night together and it showed little sign of slowing down. Proving Pyotr to be true to his word that he had a voracious sexual appetite. As was his gentle command to be in charge of their relationship.
Cliff was just finishing up his shift at work restocking the ambulance before he could clock out when he happened to glance up and saw Pyotr standing just outside the garage. He froze, uncertain of what to expect or what was expected of him. It had him thrown off his guard a bit. Pyotr had never come by his place of work before.
Pyotr only stood there, a tall and handsome silhouette in the backlighting of the outdoor sunshine. So refined his lover was, but Pyotr’s stance gave no indication of why he was there.
“Hey Cliff!” Ozzy, their driver called back from the front seat of the ambulance calling his attention away from the man standing at the drive, “don’t forget to grab a trachea kit and we gotta turn in an inventory count today.”
“Shit, alright I’ll get it started in a minute.” He turned back to Pyotr, but the man was gone.