Whiskey Fever 4
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Oliver is nervous and excited with his new passions with Michael, but he worries about what his father will think...
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Then, Michael begins to stroke, slowly letting his palm go up and down along both of their lengths, his other hand moving up along Oliver’s back to hold onto him, to keep him balanced as he works the action.
Oliver whimpers at the feeling, the taboo and the excitement of this interaction is like having a high. It’s more exciting than having his own car, but he thinks about that again, and about his father, and he reaches up, pushing away from Michael and stumbles back a little. “S… sorry.”
“What’s the matter?” Michael asks, true concern shining in his eyes.
“N… nothing, its just… my dad. If he found out we were doing this…”
“Ah, I see…” he says. “Well, if you don’t want to, try not to lead me on.”
“No… no, i-it’s not that. I do. I want to try this… with you, it’s just.”
“You’re worried about your old man,” Michael says, folding his arms over his chest. “What he’ll do if he finds out.”
“Y-yeah, thanks for underst-”
Michael pushes Oliver back up against the sink, who grabs at it to avoid falling over the thing. Michael leans over him, narrowing his eyes and placing his hands upon the sink as well. “Is there nothing you do that doesn’t have to be approved by dear old dad? Dammit, Oliver, he had you get the job at the bar so you’d have some kind of autonomy. Now you’re telling me that you’re afraid of incurring his wrath with a one night stand? What’s more important to you—keeping your comfortable lifestyle or being true to yourself?”
“Is there a right answer to that?” Oliver asks, with a gulp.
Michael takes a breath and pushes himself away. “No, there’s not. Make your choice, or don’t. But if we aren’t doing this, don’t string me along anymore.” He turns away to head out, but Oliver wraps his arms around Michael, pulling him in close. “No, please… I’m sorry…” he says, tears welling up in his eyes. “I just… I’m scared, alright? I know we said we wouldn’t talk about this again, but… but I’m really worried. What if I decide I like it?” Oliver asks, squeezing him closer.
“Then, I’ll be here to help you out!” Michael snaps, spinning around to face him. The way Oliver is bent, he practically has his face right in front of Michael’s cock. “I’m not going to leave you stranded. What the hell kind of person do you think I am?”
“I…” Oliver says, wiping his eye. “Heh… you’re right. Let’s… let’s start this over, shall we?”
Michael shakes his head and kneels down, scooping Oliver back up to a standing position. “Come on, you dork.” He says. “Let’s get somewhere more comfortable.”
Michael’s bedroom is clean and nondescript, with everything in its proper place. He leads Oliver over to the full-sized bed off in the corner and sets him down before he climbs on top of him, his hands moving up along his chest. He then dips down, kissing along his stomach and his chest and then up to his collar until he climbs on top of him, his chest lining up upon Oliver’s chest, his arms rubbing over his shoulders, and lips pressing to his.
Oliver lets those thoughts of worry slide away from his mind once more as this man crawls up on top of him. He even spreads his legs out, letting Michael fall in between, their sexes touching once more, but this time, it’s different. There is no primal urge to feel them stroked together. Instead, Oliver just hugs Michael, enjoying the feeling of his warmth. He parts his lips, letting the kiss sink in through, their tongues embracing as his fingers explore along the topping man’s body.
They pull apart from the kiss with a smack, and Michael just buries his hands down underneath Oliver’s back, pulling him in closer. “This more your speed?” he asks.
“Oh wow, it’s nice…” Oliver breathes out “but… but I really want to try more,” he says.”
“Really, then? I wonder…” Michael says, kissing at his neck. “Perhaps we’re going at this all wrong. Maybe you need to be the one on top?” His kisses go down along his collar and Oliver gasps as he feels that tongue painting over his flesh, soon finding its way to his nipple. He bites his lip and groans, pushing his hips upward, the pre pearling up on his length painting along Michael’s body as well.
So, what’ll it be?” he asks. “Do you want me to continue? Maybe get a little rougher?” he asks, gently nipping at the erect nipple.
Oliver eeps and pants, his fingers digging into Michael’s back.
Thinking it through, the redhead can’t keep a straight thought as Michael’s kisses assault his body. But he soon nods and says. “A… a little give and… and take…” he says, shifting his position, rolling on top of Michael.
Michael looks up at Oliver with a tiny smile on his face. His hands move down along Oliver’s chest and then rest on his hips, gripping him nice and ready. Oliver responds to this by pushing his hips forward, their two lengths jousting, playing against each other as he adds the friction between the two. Michael groans at this, pushing his hips back up so that he adds to the combined friction.
Michael’s hands go behind Oliver’s, fingers pressing into his back as he brings the more inexperienced man up against his chest, their noses touching each other. Oliver stares into those eyes, his breath ragged and uncertain as he wonders what it is he wants. Michael responds by brushing his lips up against his . He then whispers to him, saying. “We don’t have to do anything but this,” he says. “This is perfect for now, don’t you think?”
Oliver swallows and nods, kissing him back as his hands go under Michael , pulling him in close as well. “Y… yeah. This is… this is nice, actually. So… what does this mean… now?”