Mike, the Green Eyed Angel

The midnight breeze was lovely on the balcony. Although summer days tend to be suffocating, I cannot bring myself to hate it. Everything feels so alive, yet slowed down. Unlike my libido. I was constantly thinking about putting my dick somewhere warm and tender, but could not manage to get any action with my wife, Marley.

We were both in our early forties, and had known each other three years ago. I will not surprise you by saying passion faded, as it does with so many couples. However, this time, I wanted to be faithful. I needed to prove to myself that I was able to achieve such unattainable goal.

And the occasions were never missing. As a 6.3 ft black muscular man, I always seemed to be the target of a lot of sensual yearning looks walking down the street.

Her daughter, Cassandra, an uglier but younger version of Marley, was said to come spend a few weeks with a friend of hers, Mike, whose homosexuality was disclosed to me at the first mention of his name.

My wife knows I can be protective towards her daughter, and thought it was the best way for me to accept her request. I know this can sound harsh, but I don't like gay guys. I could not count the number of times some men started hitting on me with such insistence it felt more like an aggression. We are all the same I guess.

During this lovely summer evening, I heard a car stop in front of our house, in the quiet neighborhood we live in. I got up and went down the stairs to greet them with my wife. I opened the door, and I paused. For half a second, I could not move.

Cassandra jumped in my arms to hug me, but I could not look away from Mike's face. I had to force myself after what seemed an eternity and gave my step-daughter a hug back.

Mike was still looking at me. This 19 years old curly blonde young man had a face so angelic and heavenly, I felt my mouth go dry. His big green hypnotizing eyes were magnified by long lashes. A small mole was sitting right upon his juicy pink lips, harmonizing his face with such perfection I could not believe what I was seeing. I then naturally checked what I could make out of his body, covered by a white t shirt and a black short. His long muscular legs were completely deprived of any hair, and they looked like porcelaine.

Now, I had never checked out a man before. Never. I had never felt an ounce of desire for any of my male comrades. Why was this young green doe eyed man making me feel like that?

We invited them in, and my wife started to show the house around to this little blonde angel. His voice was soothing and his smile was so bright he was lighting up the room. He quickly felt at ease and started joking around. Mike seemed like a clever one too. We took place to have dinner, and the little angel sat next to me while the three kept on talking.

Noticing I wasn't being very talkative, he turned to me and asked.

- Could you remind me your name, sir? I am very bad with names, but I never forget a face.

The way he said "sir", teasingly, languorously, made my balls twitch. For a second, his eyes appeared full of vice.

I almost stuttered, but managed to look normal.

- I'm Dane. And you're Mike right?

- Exactly, thanks again for letting me stay, sir.

My wife and stepdaughter did not seem to notice, or care.

I was getting aroused. Profoundly aroused by this slender soft looking boy. He looked so good to cuddle. To caress. To kiss his petite figure. To rub my cock between his cheeks while kissing him.

No. I had to stop. My dick was starting to grow, and I did not have the privilege of being able to hide it easily, if you know what I mean.

Suddenly, at the exact second I had managed to find my cool back, I felt a soft hand softly touching my thigh. It stopped, and started to rub it in little circles, ever so slow, ever so soft. It felt like heaven. As I said earlier, I wasn't getting much action. And I'm a needy man.

How could this 5.9" boy could paralyze me like that? The little angel was still talking and making jokes, while his hand was getting closer to my now rock hard dick. His hand then quickly slid under my shorts, and grabbed my shaft. I saw a vicious grin on his perky lips, which made me go crazy. I will always remember next when he looked at me so full of himself, while his hand was now massaging the head of my cock. I grunted out. I could not hold it. The conversation paused, my wife and stepdaughter looked at me, confused. The little demon then started to quicken his delicious motions. I let out another grunt, guttural, deep and uncontrolled. Marley asked.

- Babe are you okay?

I managed to answer, trying to forget the now precum-lubricated hand massaging my tip.

- The food just so good love. Mmmh.

Fuck. How was he doing that? The intensity of the pleasure I was feeling was making me numb. His hand, so soft, so dainty yet firm, was torturing me in a way I never would have excepted. It was just a hand. He had me. Completely. This 19 year old boy was controlling me with a hand in my shorts, making conversation with my wife and stepdaughter.

And he was relentless. I was fighting. I could not cum right now. I know I'm a shooter, and it had been way too long without having ejaculated that I knew, the amount of cum I would drop was gonna be unholy.

I let out another grunt. This time, Mike turned to me and looked at me with the most innocent, concerned eyes.

- Are you okay, sir?

It was too much. He looked so fucking cute I wanted to ravage him right now. And that's what nearly drove me over the edge. I moaned, loudly, for the whole world to hear. At that exact moment, the motions stopped. Mike took out his hand and discreetly brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers without breaking eye contact.

I remained quiet for the whole dinner after that. Marley seemed irritated, but I didn't want her or Cassandra to notice the power Mike had over me. I was just thinking about his soft hand and his slutty eyes, and had to excuse myself once the dinner was over to let my steam out.

I got to the bathroom, sat down, and started furiously beating my meat. I couldn't think about anything else than tender Mike. Was I gay? Bi? At the moment, it didn't matter. At all. I just needed to cum, and I needed him to make me.

Replaying the whole ordeal over and over again, the memory of him licking my precum, looking at me, made me shoot a thick and powerful rope of milk that reached the other end of the bathroom.

Those next two weeks were going to feel like eternity.