Free A Place for Cliff by Talon p.s. Page A

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 cock, 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.
    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