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
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
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