ever found out that Oliver had indulged in bad behaviour with his son.
All this was perfectly clear to Oliver; however , it did nothing to stop him. He wanted this most desperately. What was left of his moral sense told him sternly that he was act ing like an idiot, but lust and craving swiftly silenced the feeble voice in his head that tried to p e rs uad e him di fferently and see reason before it was too late.
The kissing was simply too good , and it rapidly fuelled his growing desire that spread like wildfire. One moment they were only kissing, albeit not completely innocently, while in the next moment, t hey tore at each other’s clothes urgently, intoxicated by burning lust and weeks and weeks of denied pleasure.
All Oliver wanted was to feel naked skin against his own , and he tore at Winston’s starched shirt , and with a small sigh , he let his hands travel in under the hem of Winston’s breeches, experimentally stroking the upper part of his bottom. In response, Winston pressed himself unabashe dly against him , and Oliver had no problem sensing his firm hardness against his thigh. The sensation made Oliver even more aroused , and he felt himself grow harder. It was quite obvious that their desire for each other was more than mutual.
Winston cupped Oliver’s chin with both hands and kissed him again, deeply and thoroughly, while he started to move his hips repeatedly and without a trace of modesty against him. Oliver gasped involuntarily when he felt their erections rub against each other with only a thin couple of layers of clothes in between them. It was both highly exciting and a little bit frustrating , and it rapidly brought Oliver’s desire to an entir ely new level of unfulfilled passion. But it was not until Winston , with a rather unsteady hand , took his wrist and guided Oliver’s hand downwards and resolutely placed it over his full length with a small moan of pleasure that Oliver briefly recovered a sense of self-preservation.
“Perhaps we should not … ” Oliver mumbled.
“Do not deny me, Oliver,” Winston whispered in reply and pushed himself firmly against him. Oliver’s fingers spread wide o f their own accord, savouring the feeling of the bulging contour of Winston’s throbbing erection, while Winston whispered in an unsteady voice in his ear, “Just let it happen … ”
“Are you sure?” Oliver asked between kisses, not really managing to convince himself that he would be able to stop, no matter what Winston replied. His fingers glided eagerly along the ridge of his hardness, exploring him through the thin layer of Winston’s tight-fitting breeches.
“Quite positively, yes,” Winston managed to say breathlessly and inhaled sharply as Oliver’s fingertips slyly conquered and unlaced his breeches and touched the naked tip of his erection, almost teasingly light.
Oliver wanted to say some thing in reply ; however , the look on Winston’s face that was painted with untamed lust robbed him of his words , and when Winston determinedly took his hand and pulled him towards the bed while he started to undress him, Oliver knew that he had lost.
They tumbled upon the bed, drunk with desire, while shirts and boots were swiftly removed and carelessly tossed aside on the floor and around them.
Finally Oliver broke their kiss , and with a small smile , Oliver abandoned Winston’s soft lips and intentionally crawled downwards. Winston did not need to be asked twice. Willingly he spread his legs apart for Oliver , and when Oliver slowly started to undo his breeches , Winston closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards in anticipation. It was not hard for Oliver to comply with his wishes. He knew what the other man wanted from him , and he was more than happ y to give it to him.
Teasingly, Oliver’s hands followed the contour of the other man’s erection before he, without rushing the experience, pulled down his breeches and cotton drawers. He paused briefly to prolong th e
Gemma Halliday, Jennifer Fischetto