A Place for Cliff by Talon p.s. Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “I  mean no offense brother. but he looked a little young on the meter don’t you think?”
    “He doesn’t think so—” Pyotr sucked in a long ragged breath. His hand throttling over his shaft now as he held on to the vision of his lover pinned underneath him, “and he has the body of a man. That’s good enough for me.” He let out a tight bellow. His body curling up, all his muscles tensing and he shook in his own grasp. His cock throbbing a steady release of cum out over the shower floor.
    “Fuck, what a waste.” One of the men muttered under their own panting. As several of them had begun jacking themselves just watching Pyotr.
    Pyotr quickly rinsed and turned the water off. He glanced at his brother who was watching him keenly. “Find out why Sasha and Darko didn’t make it in for practice for me will you? Oh and make sure one of these blockheads takes you home.”
    “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