Whiskey Fever 5
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Michael has promised to help Oliver in the new stage of his life, and it all starts with showing him pleasure.
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Michael moves one hand up, brushing along his hair. He rocks his hips, finding the two lengths pressed together in a warm embrace like the rest of them. He kisses him on the cheek once more and he says. “Nothing outside this room, if you don’t want it. But, I’d be happy to do this again sometime.”
“A… are we done?” Oliver says, whimpering at that.
“Nah…” He says, reaching over for his side table. Oliver glances over and gasps when he sees the small packet and the little bottle. He buries his head into Michael’s shoulder and shakes it, saying “N-no, let’s not try that yet.”
Michel snickers and places the bottle and the pack aside. “Fine. I’ll start slowly. But you’ll need to lay back…”
Oliver nods. “Fine, I guess I could try something slow,” he says, scooting off of his partner and laying back on the bed. Michael climbs up and spreads his legs apart. He brings the bottle up to his finger, pouring it all over the length before he places it up on Oliver’s thigh and up against his hole. Oliver squeaks as he feels the prodding. Michael crawls up beside Oliver, his other finger brushing up along Oliver’s thigh before it and the rest of his fingers wrap around his length. The more experienced man lays there in front of him, gently stroking him off as the finger plays with the virgin entrance.
Oliver grips the sheets, his cries coming out higher than before as he feels the finger spread him a bit.
“It’s okay,” Michael says, twisting the lubed digit a bit to get it to find its way deeper. “If it starts to hurt, let me know…”
Oliver nods, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just lets himself melt into the feelings of being serviced by one hand while being explored by another. Michael is in charge here, but it is Oliver who is being serviced. So, instead of telling him to stop, or even telling him where to go, Oliver just lays back and lets Michael play as he wishes. The two continue like this for awhile, but soon Michael’s finger pushes in deeper and it hits something that causes Oliver to cough and cry out in a fevered pitch of pleasure he never thought possible!
Michael, knowing that he’s hit gold, or rather, the prostate, goes in for his finishing blow. He grips onto that cock nice and firm and rolls his tongue out, pressing it against oliver’s tip before he licks up the little pre pearling up out of it. He then wraps his lips around the head and pushes down, taking him in.
What follows is the first blowjob that Oliver had ever gotten by a man, and a wonderful night leading into him shooting his load deep into Michael’s mouth before he collapses onto the bed, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain and the thunder beyond.
Oliver’s eyes flutter open and he rolls over, feeling something warm under his arm. When he opens his eyes, he sees Michael sleeping there. He frantically kicks at the covers, only to hit Michael in the side. With a grunt, the other man wakes up and grumbles. “What the hell, man. What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh fuck… we… we really did that…” Oliver says.
“Yeah?” Michael says, laying with his hands behind his head. “And are you having regrets?”
“What? No. I mean… of course not, I’m just… geeze. What if my dad finds out… what if we can’t work together anymore? What if I lose my job? What if-”
Michael places a finger upon Oliver’s lip and says. “No more of that,” before he scoots himself down, going beneath the covers. Oliver’s eyes widen and he bites his lip as he feels the other male going down on him once more, alleviating him of his morning wood.
M… maybe he doesn’t have to worry anymore? After all, it is a a brand new day, and the future is looking bright… bright, and really, really hot.