Michaels Urge

Jake was buzzing with excitement. Forcing his clothes into a small bag to avoid luggage fees. After a long wait, he was finally on his way to visit his girlfriend in Australia. 'Look after the place, right, youre getting it for free' he grinned'. 

His apartment was incredible, right in the centre of town, rooftop garden, view of the city. I was lucky to have the use of it for the summer.

Jake was only a day gone when he messaged me: 'sorry to do this to you, my ma has asked my cousin Michael to stay, he won't be a bother bro, he's our age, 20, in town for some training thing. Can't say no, ma is the boss, sorry bro'.  

I couldn't complain the place was so big, I probably wouldn't even notice Michael, or maybe he would be cool and we could hang out?

The first glimpse I got was on WhatsApp. 'hey it's Jake's cousin, Michael, ok to come over tomorrow at 3?' His profile pic stunned me. A seriously hot lad flexing in the gym. I kept looking at it all night. I wished I could find his social media but I didn't know his second name.

I waited near the door all afternoon, desperate to see Michael in the flesh. The buzzer sounded: ' It's Michael, let me in?' He sounded rough, gravelly, authoritive. He strutted in, 6 foot of solid muscle, tight green gymshark t shirt, black shorts, white and blue trainers. He grinned 'hey'. I thought 'handsome fucker, doesn't look twenty but he is, then again nice manly stubble'.

Michael was handsome, dark hair, built, green / grey eyes, broad grin, imposing. 'dont mind my smell you will get used to it', he joked.

He wasn't exaggerating, he smelled like a locker room, strong sweaty odour but incredibly hot. 'got a beer, I seriously need to unload?' ' Yeah sure, sorry, sit down there, I'll grab you one'.

Michael took the bottle, knocked it all back, like he was craving a drink, let out a belch and asked or another.

By the time I was back from the fridge he was out cold on the sofa. I figured he was exhausted after the long flight. I tried to make him comfortable, grabbing a cushion for his neck and a throw to cover him.

Untying his laces was challenging. Michael's ankles and calf muscles were were thick, muscular, hairy. His foot smell powerful and erotic, his socks damp with his jock sweat, the body heat in his trainers a turn on.

That's when I knew this was going to be a rough summer. How could I spend months with this package of temptation? Already I was fighting an urge to take his socks to my room and wank.

I did the right thing. I covered him, made him comfortable and went for a run. Even after a cold shower, I was still aroused, Michael's alpha smell was everywhere.

I kept to my room, I couldn't go anywhere near him, I just got hard looking at him, smelling him, listening to him snore. Maybe tomorrow would be better. He would wash, maybe he wouldn't look so hot?

I couldn't help it, as soon as I hit my bed I jerked thinking of him. The second I touched my cock head, it buzzed. Buzzed like an electric shock and then the deepest rhythmic orgasm, right from my balls, up to my stomach, my whole body shivering and me, wet with cum.

It must of been around 5.30 in the morning, it was dark, I heard a banging downstairs. 'What the fuck? I was kind of scared, did someone break in, maybe It was just Michael, awake, unfamiliar with his surroundings?

It was definitely coming from the living room. Slowly I opened the door. There he was naked on the sofa, in all his glory, covers thrown off.

The gods were generous, a beam of moonlight lit him up and what a fucking amazing work of art he was.

Thick, muscular legs spread wide, meaty thick balls, fist clenched tight holding a meaty cock, trying to contain the monster as it raged. Grunting, shaking aggressively, the sofa bouncing off the floor. It was as though Michael was wrestling his cock.

I was hard in my jocks again, feeling raw after my own jerking session, this was pushing my cock hard.

I couldn't move, I was transfixed by Michael. His arm thickened with vascularity as he held his cock, like he was lifting a heavy weight, his pecs were popping, his abs were tight and defined. He was covered in sweat, he grunted loudly, his cum gushed out jetting into the air, hitting his face.

The room was heavy with Michael's cum and sweat stench. I couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep. I had to leave, before he saw me.

Loaded with precum, I was ready to erupt, halfway up the stairs it flooded my jocks. Another highly charged flow of pleasure. I landed on my bed buzzing, weakened with post orgasm seratonin. I drifted off to sleep.

It felt like a few minutes but I'd slept for hours. 'Thud, Thud..' the banging downstairs woke me, fuck he was at it again !