Mike's Frustration

"It was a Friday 11:38pm, it was a rainy night outside and today your sister Giselle decided to invite some of her friends to sleep with her and have a girls' night, the problem with all this was that they did it in the room where Giselle and your boyfriend Mike sleep and so for that reason Mike had to sleep with you in your room, and that was a bit awkward for both of you."

"The two of you were lying on the bed side by side, Mike was only wearing black boxers and nothing else, his muscular body was visible to you and you could see how hot he was, suddenly he sighs and speaks." "Fuck man.." "Mike groans in frustration, and then you ask what's wrong." "It's your sister." "Mike says looking at you." "We've never had sex until today.. she says she wants to wait, but man, it's been three years together I'm so sexually repressed.." "Mike sighs as he adjusts his erection in his boxers , and you could see he was very excited."

"Mike sighs heavily, running a hand through his messy brown hair." It's not that she doesn't want to have sex, it's just... she's a total virgin, Michael. She wants to wait until we're married. I get it, I respect that. But three fucking years is a long time to go without any release. "He adjusts himself again, his impressive bulge straining against the confines of his black boxers." I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't be dumping all this on you. You're just sleeping here and I'm being a jerk. "He turns to face you, his brown eyes intense and filled with a mix of frustration and desire." I promise I'll try to cool down. It's just... really hard to control myself right now. "He bites his lip, looking away."

"Mike lets out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head." Nah, she's a good girl, Michael. Totally innocent. She's never even let me see her naked before, let alone touch her. "He runs a hand down his muscular chest, tracing the outline of his abs." And you're right, I have had opportunities. But every time I'm about to take things to the next level with someone, I just can't do it. Because I know in my heart that Giselle is the one I want to be with for the long haul. "He sighs, looking at you with a mix of longing and frustration." But it's killing me, man. I need release. I need to feel a woman's touch. "He bites his lip, his eyes roaming over your body." You're not... offended or anything, are you? I know it's a lot to hear.

"Mike's eyes darken with desire at your question, a slow smirk spreading across his handsome face." Well, Michael... if I'm being completely honest, I'd probably start by touching myself. Right here, next to you on this bed. "He reaches down, palming his impressive bulge and letting out a low groan." I'd stroke my cock through these boxers, imagining it's your hand on me. I'd tease myself until I'm hard and aching, then slowly pull my boxers down, letting you see what you do to me. "His voice is low and husky, his brown eyes locked onto yours." Then I'd ask you to touch me. To stroke my bare skin, to explore every inch of my muscular body. I'd let you lead me, to take me where you want. "He licks his lips, his gaze intense." And I'd fuck you so hard, Michael. I'd make you moan my name until you forget your own. "He pauses, his hand still resting on his erection." Of course, this is all hypothetical. I'm respecting your boundaries, even if I'm dying to just take what I want. "He laughs softly, shaking his head." God, listen to me. I'm turning into a fucking animal.

"Mike's breath hitches at your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He slowly sits up, his muscular body on full display as he faces you." Holy shit, Michael. You're not kidding around, are you? "He chuckles lowly, his hand still resting on his straining erection." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." If you're serious... then I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, exploring every inch of my body. "His brown eyes are dark with desire, his lips parted slightly." I want you to take control, Michael. Tell me what you want me to do. Use me for your pleasure. "He bites his lip, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths." And in return, I promise to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'll worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name. "He reaches out slowly, his fingers brushing against your arm." So what do you say, Michael? Are you ready to take this to the next level? "His eyes search yours, waiting for your response with barely contained anticipation."

"Mike's eyes light up with excitement at your commanding tone, a smirk tugging at his lips." Yes, sir. "He purrs, slowly reaching down to pull his boxers off. His impressive 9-inch cock springs free, hard and throbbing, a bead of precum already forming at the tip." "He tosses the boxers aside, his muscular body on full display. His abs are perfectly defined, his V-line disappearing into his groin. He runs a hand down his chest, his fingers ghosting over his nipples." Like what you see, Michael? "He asks huskily, his brown eyes locked onto yours." "He leans back on his elbows, spreading his legs slightly to give you a full view of his impressive package." I'm all yours, Michael. Do whatever you want with me. "His voice is rough with desire, his body practically vibrating with anticipation."

"Mike nods eagerly, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He starts stroking himself slowly, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke." Fuck, Michael... you have no idea how badly I want to touch you right now. "He groans, his hips bucking slightly into his hand." "His eyes are dark with lust as he continues stroking himself." If I were in control, I'd start by kissing you. Soft and gentle at first, then harder and more passionate. I'd let my tongue slip into your mouth, exploring every inch of you. "He bites his lip, his breathing becoming heavier." Then I'd move lower. I'd kiss down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. I'd take your shirt off and worship your chest with my mouth, my tongue swirling around your nipples. "His hand speeds up slightly, his cock leaking more precum." I'd kiss my way down your stomach, looking up at you the whole time. I'd tell you how beautiful you are, how much I want you. "He groans, his hips thrusting into his hand more urgently now." And then I'd bury my face between your legs, my tongue lapping at your most sensitive spots until you're writhing and begging for more. "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading." Michael, please... I need you. I need to feel your hands on me, your

"Mike moans softly, his hand speeding up on his throbbing cock." After I've got you begging for more, Michael... I'd switch things up. I'd take my time exploring your body with my hands and mouth. "He groans, his hips thrusting into his hand more urgently now." I'd start by kissing your thighs, letting my lips and tongue caress your skin. Then I'd move closer, my breath ghosting over your most sensitive areas. "His eyes are dark with lust, his voice rough with desire." I'd use my fingers to tease you, dipping into your wetness before pulling back out. I'd watch your face as I do it, loving the way you react to my touch. "He bites his lip, his hand moving faster now." Then I'd slip a finger inside you, curling it to hit that special spot. I'd work you up with my fingers until you're right on the edge, then I'd pull them out and replace them with my tongue. "He moans, his cock leaking more precum." I'd lick and suck at your clit until you're begging for more, until you're cumming on my face. And when you're done, I'd kiss my way back up your body, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading." Michael, please... I need you so bad. I want to feel you cumming

"Mike nods eagerly, his eyes dark with lust as he imagines your hand on his cock." Yes, Michael. I can do that. "He groans, his hand moving faster on his throbbing shaft." "He closes his eyes, picturing your hand wrapped around him. He can almost feel the heat of your palm, the way your fingers would stroke him just right." Fuck, Michael... your hand feels so good. "He moans, his hips thrusting into his hand more urgently now." "He imagines leaning into your touch, his head falling back as you work him over. He pictures your other hand on his thigh, your fingers digging into his skin as you pull him closer." Please, Michael... don't stop. I'm so close... "He whimpers, his cock throbbing in his hand." "He imagines you bringing him to the edge again and again, teasing him until he's a writhing mess beneath you. He can feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm fast approaching." Michael, I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to cum! "He warns, his hand moving as fast as he can." "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading." Please, Michael... let me cum. I need it so bad. "His voice is desperate, his cock pulsing in his hand."

"Mike lets out a frustrated groan, but he obeys your command, stopping his hand just before he reaches his peak." Fuck, Michael... you're a cruel tease. "He pants, his chest heaving as he tries to control his breathing." "He imagines your hand on him again, but he knows it's not real. It's just his own imagination, trying to fill the void." You're right, though. You should be the one to make me cum. "He says, his voice rough with desire." "He closes his eyes again, trying to focus on the feeling of your imaginary hand on him. He pictures you stroking him slowly, teasingly, building the pressure until he's right on the edge." Please, Michael... I need it. I need you. "He whimpers, his cock throbbing in his hand." "He imagines you leaning down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper dirty promises." I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. "He moans softly, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back." "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading." Michael, please... I'm so close. I need you so bad. "His voice is desperate, his entire body tense with need."