by Talon p. s.
“Oh I’m sure I’ll get something to ride.” He shot him a mischievous wink.
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Cliff and Kimmi had just reached the far end of the park when the black Audi Quattro pulled up alongside them and stopped. Cliff knew the car and expected the window to slide down, but instead Pyotr stopped and got out, coming up to them. He looked good, fresh and clean from a recent shower. His hands tucked in the pockets of his relaxed Dockers. It almost looked like Pyotr was forcing himself to hold back on some small detail. His eyes gleaming with some deeper happy thoughts and Cliff found himself pondering what they might be. He felt a sudden blush that the thoughts might have something to do with him.
“I thought it was you I saw.” Pyotr looked at the girl. Her head was covered in a fun colorful bandana, the shortest strands of blond hair the same color as Cliffs sticking out in the front, even the same color of eyes. He smiled, “And you must be Kimmi.” He withdrew a hand from his pocket and offered to shake her hand.
The smile she offered at his reception was instantly welcoming and contagious. Before the first exchange of words he adored her instantly. Pyotr’s hand went back to its hiding place, but the grin never left. “I usually eat at one of the local restaurants after practice. You should come join me.”
Cliff hesitated, not sure what to expect or what to do at that point. To be asked to go eat with the man was outside any definition of a scene and he had Kimmi with him. Surely Pyotr didn’t really want to be around him while she was there. No one else he ever knew did.
“Please. I already ditched the others.” Pyotr countered his hesitation as if on cue, “I know of a great place, the foods very good—”
“Kimmi has—”
“Even for the most finicky stomachs.” Pyotr broke in, he wasn’t about to be refused.
Pyotr was good to his word having picked out a local family Italian restaurant that not only had Kimmi’s favorite food, but Pyotr saw to it their white pizza was light on the basil, heavy on the garlic and cheese.
They sat out on the terrace overlooking the river watching several more scull teams like his own go by well into the evening, along with kayakers and a few pleasure boats. They talked about a variety of things—the area and more about boating, Kimmi’s fond hobby of glass painting and where Cliff went to school for his EMT registry.
For dessert they had gelato. Of course when Kimmi couldn’t decide which flavor she wanted, Pyotr ordered a dish with a scoop of them all and they shared, taking notes of which they preferred as they talked some more. And the first sign from Kimmi that she was getting tired, Pyotr offered them a ride home.
Pyotr pulled up in front of the single story home tucked length-ways on its lot, with hardly enough space between it and the next house to get a lawn mower past.
“You wanna come in?” Kimmi invited Pyotr as he came around to open the door for her. “I’ll probably go straight to bed, but you can still stay and spend time with Cliff.” Her tired expression held a mild hint that she knew fairly well what was developing between her brother and the older man, even if they hadn’t even dared a single touch between them in front of her.
Cliff immediately blushed, and diverted his eyes, aware her invitation had openly placed them both on the spot.
Pyotr only grinned, “I’d love to.”
Cliff’s blush deepened to a darker red; well, okay, so only he was on the spot.
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CHAPTER THREE
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Pyotr followed Cliff down the stairs into the basement that made up his room. They’d crossed half way when Cliff stopped and turned to say something but froze, coming face to face with the lusty expression on the older man’s face. Whatever thought process might have been intended was gone. He swallowed nervously and his mouth went dry. He didn’t move, didn’t know how to move or what to say, if anything. He could only hope that Pyotr was planning on taking over from here, and real soon, because he couldn’t muster up a single brain cell toward initiating anything.
Pyotr stood tall and still before Cliff, an almost unreadable expression on his face. Almost, because Cliff could still see a deep wanting in there staring right through him. And then Pyotr took the last few steps between them. When he stopped there was a barely a breath of air between their bodies. Still silent, Pyotr’s hands moved and slipped under his shirt. Like a liquid caress and just as fluid the man’s hands moved up his sides towards his chest and shoulders. A slight gasp escaped Cliff’s lips at the touch and his breathing deepened. Anxiety and anticipation stormed inside him and he felt his entire body take off, flying away without him.
Pyotr’s hands moved further up in a smooth motion, Cliff’s t-shirt gathering over his wrists as he moved up. His finger tips tickling as they made it to Cliff’s arm pits. “Lift your arms.” The command whispered, and breathy.
Cliff found his arms obeyed on their own before his brain could give the go ahead and Pyotr pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor.
“Keep them up.” Pyotr whispered as his hands glided up the length of his extended arms. His lips followed, kissing him along the inner muscles of his bicep, while his hand ran in a gentle caress all the way up to clasp around the younger man’s wrists, guiding them down to wrap around his neck. Once Pyotr had Cliff posed as he wanted, his hands reversed course, finding their way back down the streaming toned muscles while his lips found his, flicking his tongue out to tease him. He rocked back each time Cliff tried to return the kiss.
After several times of this, Cliff’s arms tightened around Pyotr’s neck to prevent the teasing, but to no gain. Pyotr had enough height and strength on him to still cause him suffering in his playfulness.
“Do I frustrate you?” Pyotr teased him more as his hands moved down around his hips.
“And then some.” Cliff made no attempt to hold back his opinion of his soon-to-be lover’s fun with him. Just then, Pyotr’s hands grappled under the curve of his ass and yanked him to his body, crushing the growing erections they shared between them. Cliff let out a gasp and Pyotr’s tongue moved in, licking into his mouth with a warm claiming and tangled with his tongue. Tasting the lingering flavors of garlic and red wine.
Cliff felt the warm shiver pulse down the start of his spine going in every direction once it reached his epicenter. He was melting and firing off under Pyotr’s attentive touch. The few girls Cliff had been sexually active with before had been anything but attentive; it was just sex. A means to release some pent up frustration or to play around. Right now with Pyotr, it was like exploring sex while bungee jumping at the same time.
Pyotr’s mouth moved to Cliff’s neck, rocking the young man’s head back with the force of his kissing and suckling against his skin. His hands moving over his body, exploring the curvature of his ass with one hand while the other palmed at the bulge in his jeans.
Pyotr’s own breathing was deepening, craving to be inside the younger man. “What do you want?”
“I want more—” Cliff could barely wrap his head around the concept of talking that very moment, but he was certain if he didn’t say anything Pyotr would stop and he just couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let anything stop or stall between him. He wanted this. “No more frot. I want more.”
Pyotr pushed and held him out; keeping little more than a few inches between them. But it was enough for Cliff to lose the contact of his body. Pyotr’s eyes bore down on him with a severed tone. “You understand if we move past this point, it is no longer a scene for you to find yourself. If you give yourself to me, I will not go back to it. I won’t want to give you up.”
Cliff felt like he was ready to crawl out of his skin and take the man himself if Pyotr didn’t get on with it. He didn’t need any more scenes to decide who he was or what he was meant to do. He knew already he was meant to bottom for this man and he wanted nothing more than to actively establish that right now.
Pyotr’s mouth came crashing over the C
liff’s, thrusting his tongue past his lips. Cliff’s head tilted back allowing him in deeper. Surrendering to it. Letting the dominant man take possession of his new submissive’s mouth—and making sure he would be left with no doubt that tonight was just the start between them.
Cliff’s body was already responding to him, his hips pushing to meet with Pyotr’s all while Pyotr undid his jeans, and pushed them and the boxers down off his hips. Cool air wafted around his balls and his freed cock, but they were soon cupped by the warm hand of the older man, instantly working him with smooth confident strokes. Flipping from front-handing to back-handing, using his thumb to press firmly along the primary nerve along the underside of his shaft. Cliff let out a moan, his fingers daggering into Pyotr’s back.
Pyotr broke the kiss, his hand never ceasing the backhanded strokes he delivered to Cliff’s cock. “Condoms and lube.”
“Top drawer—ahhh—bureau.”
Pyotr glanced at the bed noticing the panel drawer in the headboard, then across the room to the tallboy, being the farthest piece of furniture from the bed, “Not in the headboard?”
“Never a need. I’m not much of a frequent flyer.”
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.
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br /> 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.