My cousin was set to marry a stunning man named Phil. Phil was about 6’4” tall probably 210 pounds or so with jet black hair with blue eyes. Phil and I became close while they were engaged. In the previous summer, Phil would take me for a ride on his motorcycle. I’m not sure which I enjoyed more, the motorcycle ride itself or holding Phil around his waist as we rode.
Phil and I bonded over cars and such, so when spring came around, it brought with it the car show. I go every year (often times multiple times) and thought it would be something Phil would like to see. I made arrangements to pick Phil up one Wednesday morning after his late shift the day before.
Phil told me he was a sound sleeper, so when I show up, Peggy will already be at work so I might have to knock hard. Arriving a bit after 8AM, I knocked. No one answered. I looked around as didn’t see Peggy’s car but Phil’s was there. So I knocked again. No answer. I knocked a third time, harder, and heard movement from inside.
Phil answered the door with bedhead, wearing nothing but sweats.
“Hey man. Sorry I was asleep” he said as he rubbed his eyes. I was mesmerized by his smooth torso. With black hair, a constant five o’clock shadow and hairy arms, I thought he’d be hairier. His chest was flat and square, with a few hairs around his erect nipples and a dozen or so small hairs dusting his collarbone. His stomach, which was flat with a hint of abs, also was almost hairless except for right below his bellybutton, which showed a light trail that led down to…oh my… an immense cock, swinging between his legs under his sweats. My eyes locked on his still not totally hard monster. I wondered how Peggy took that thing as he is relatively petite.
“No problem” I said snapping myself out of it, but not before Phil noticed my mesmerized state. I wasn’t officially ‘out’ to my family, but most everyone knew. I was 23 and single with no appreciable girlfriend in the past decade or so. When I noticed Phil noticing me, I made eye contact with him. He had a big smile on his face.
“Come on in” he said stepping back, his cock even more visible from profile. “I need to get ready. Have a seat” he said pointing to the sofa. As I sat down he stood beside me, cock just about eye level. I watched it out of my peripheral vision. He stood there for what seemed like hours before I heard him offer me something to drink as he stepped in to the kitchen.
Bringing me a glass of water, he said he would be need to get ready and he walked back towards the read of the apartment. A few minutes later I heard him call my name. I answered and he asked me to ‘come here’. I assumed he meant the bathroom as the shower was already running so I headed that way. The door was pushed shut but not closed. I pushed it open to find a room filling with steam.
“What’s up?” I asked, barely sticking my head in the door.
“I need some help” he responded.
Wondering to what he was referring, I naively stepped in to the steamy room and looked to my right. Phil stood, naked, in the tub, shower curtain open, water running down his back. The hair on his round ass and muscular thighs succumbed to the flow of the water as it drained down his body. While he was no body builder, he was a lot more toned and tight than I anticipated based on the limited amount of time I’ve spend with him in the past. I felt my cock swell in my jeans. The logic in my brain was replaced with testosterone. I stepped forward wanting to ‘help’ him with whatever he needed.
“What’s up?” I asked again.
“Can you help me?” I heard him ask over the sound of the running water.
“With what, Philly?” I asked.
He turned around, his hard cock in his hand. “This” he said.
I didn’t know what to do or how to act, much less what he really meant.
“What?” I asked quietly.
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower on to the bathmat. He stood there as I watched the water trickle off of his just-about-perfect body. His body seemed more hairy that it was thanks to the water. He let go of his cock, which seemed an honest-to-God ten thick inches long. Maybe it was because his wet bush was slick with water. He stepped towards me.
“Just between us, Peg doesn’t give me head. She says she doesn’t like it” he began. I swallowed hard. “So…” he continued “just between the two of us, I know you like cock. And I’m fine with that. Truly! So I was wondering…you see I woke up hard. I didn’t get a chance to jack off. So I thought, since you’re here – we’re here alone - and I’m horny as fuck, maybe…” he grabbed his monster cock “…you’d like to give me a blow job?”
I stood there looking at his wet body, steam coming off of it like some sort of Greek God in an ancient story, somewhat offended. Just because he’s hot and I’m gay he thinks I want to suck him off?!? But, I did want to do that. Especially now. I quickely wondered if this would make me a slut or not. Or even if I cared.
“But…Peggy..” I began.
“It would just be between us. I won’t say anything and you won’t say anything” he said as he tapped his cock, causing it to shake off the last drops of water from his shower.
“I know you want to” he said, looking down to my cock. Which was fully hard. I’m no small guy when it comes to cock size; I’ve had many a guy tell him with a cock my size I should be in porn, so it would have been quite obvious when I was hard. But I was in such a shocked state that I didn’t even realize I was hard and making it obvious that I was turned on. “Just the tip” he reassured me, with a smirk.
I knelt down on the tile floor. I remember how hard it felt on my knees, but I didn’t care. I reached out and grabbed Philly’s cock. It was thick but when I touched it, I could tell it was dense as well. I pointed the beast directly at me, feeling his heart beat within it.
“Phil…I don’t know….” I started to protest. To which Phil responded “Just between us” as he thrusted his hip slightly forward, causing my heart beat to increase as well as my cock. I was so hard in my jeans, it started to hurt.
I leaned forward and slid his cock in to my mouth. Phil sighed, almost relieved, as his cock plumped as its head neared the back of my throat. I stopped for a second, focusing on his black, wet, untrimmed bush. In for a penny in for a pound, as they say. I tightened my mouth on his shaft as best I could – he was really thick – and slid that piece of meat all the way in to my mouth until my chin rested on his balls. I heard him groan again as his cock was forced down the back of my throat. I pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop’. His cock bounced as the colder air of the room met his dick’s skin that I had momentarily warmed with my own throat. With a burst, I let out the air I held in my lungs. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, freeing my own cock from its unfair prison.
“Oh someone likes it” he hissed through his teeth. Was Phil liking having a guy suck his cock or did he just like to have his cock sucked by whomever was there? I looked up at him only to see him looking back at me with a smile. “Go on” he insisted. I leaned in taking his cock in my mouth once more. But this time, if I was going to do this, we were both going to enjoy it!
I worked his big dick for everything I was worth. The bathroom was filled with the sound of a wet mouth enjoying a big white cock. I grabbed his ass with my left hand and his thigh with my right. By this time he was relatively dry of shower water. Phil moaned and groaned like his life depended on it. I buried my nose in his bosh time and time and time again. His balls bounced off my chin. He grabbed my hair and started to face fuck me. He seemed to be enjoying it!
As he shoved his cock in to the back of my throat, he stopped. I could feel him breathing harder now. I took this time to slide my finger up his inner thigh until I found his hairy taint. Finding his hole, I slide my finger inside slowly. He gasped and thrusted himself, somehow, deeper in to my mouth.
“Fuck!” he yelled sharply as my finger penetrated whatever defense from my finger he tried to muster. Knuckle deep, I twisted my finger around slowly. His body gyrated and legs started to shake, so I stopped. I didn’t want this guy falling on me. How would we explain that scenario when Peggy got home?
I quickly withdrew my finger, his hole seemingly slamming shut. He sighed quickly.
“My god!” he stammered, as he also pulled out of my mouth. “I’ve never had anyone do that before. It felt….”
“Amazing?” I asked wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Yes!” he said with a look of amazement on his face.
I grabbed the base of his cock, which was now wet with my own spit, as slammed it back in to my mouth. With the other hand I started jacking my own leaking dick.
“Yeah. That’s it. Jack your cock while you suck my dick!” he yelled. Phil seemed to be a lot more in to this than I would have anticipated.
After a couple minutes, I noticed his breathing picked up more this time and his balls were no longer slapping on my chin. He started making more guttural noises now and I knew he was close. I focused on using my tongue on his cock, paying special attention to his bulbous head. That’s when I heard him.
“Ah! I’m gonna’ cum! Take that load Mikey!” I felt his cock twitch once. Then twice. Then felt his hot juice flood my mouth as he grunted like a stuck pig. While there wasn’t a lot of cum, it hit the back of my throat with a punch. And it tasted….sweet.
I moaned with his cock in my mouth and jacked my own load on the bathroom floor. The taste of his cum mixed with the smell of my own was intoxicating. Once done, I noticed Phil was still hard in my mouth. I pulled off to see his glistening cock, covered with his own cum and my spit, still throbbing like it was before any of this happened.
I leaned over to the sink and spit out what cum I didn’t swallow. I sat back on my heels while cum slowly dripped from my shrinking cock.
“I guess I need to clean this up” I suggested.
“Me too” Phil said, handing me a towel.
I cleaned up and pulled up my pants and walked back in to the living room. I sat there wondering if what happened was real or if this was another one of my “Phil Fantasies”.
I head Phil walking down the hallway.
“You still want to go to the car show?” I asked.
“How long does it last?” he asked.
“Through the weekend” I said. I still haven’t looked at Phil.
“Want to go tomorrow?” he asked. “Together?”
“We can. Not in the mood for it today I guess?” I asked.
“No, I had other plans I want to….entertain” he said. I looked up to him and he stood in the hallway, naked, and fully hard.
I just looked at him. How was he still hard? And why?
“I noticed you enjoyed that” he said tilting his head towards the bathroom. “What you did with your finger… no one’s done that to me before. And I liked it” he said.
“I kinda’ got that” I said with a smile.
“I thought we could spend the day here….doing more….of that” he suggested as he stroked his cock. “I thought I could fuck you. Then you me. We could take turns. If that finger felt that good that dick of yours surely would feel a lot better!”
I sat there dumbfounded, wanting to say YES YES YES but not sure if I should.
“Just between us?” I asked.
“Yes sir!” he said as he smiled.
I walked towards him, grabbed that hard monster of his, and pulled him towards the bedroom.
“But you first this time” I said.
He agreed.
For the next five to six hours we took turns fucking each other without cumming. We tried different positions and I think Phil found out, that while he does indeed like another man’s ass, he enjoys a hard cock inside him as well.
We went to the car show the next day.
