Modern Family: Phil and Mitchell
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Phil was always a very well-endowed man. Perhaps this is why he is always such an easy-going guy. He was just comfortable with what was in his pants and it just exuded in his personality.
It is one thing to have a big cock and be all hush-hush about it. But it is another thing to live with that reality everyday. Back in college, he noticed how other guys would look at him in the locker room when he would strip down into his jock strap after a tough Lacrosse game. Phil was always a fan for the softer sports.
He would have a really hard time packing it all into his jock strap and no matter what brand he tried, the jock strap would always be too small to hold it all in. Figments of his ballsack, for instance, would always bulge out of the sides and it did not help him when he was semi-turned on by the curious glances that other players shot at him.
Fast forward a couple of years and he was face-to-face with his wife's gay brother. Phil had a thing for red-heads. In fact, that was part of the reason he was SO attracted to Claire before she decided to go blonde and have streaks of brown running down her hair. Her brother, however, was a different case. He let his hair, beard (and Phil guessed, his pubic hair) remain their natural colour. It took him all about six months to admit to himself that he was attracted to Mitchell more than Claire, after their marriage.
He vividly remembered the first time he met Mitchell. He had invited Claire and any of her friends over at his apartment to watch the game along with his friends. Him and his buddies were just kicking back with quite a few beers and watching a game on satellite. The bell rang and she walked in with her brother (who was just dumped by his `partner', as she would later explain).
Everyone got drunk as the team they rooted for went from bad to worse in the play-offs. Beer flowed like water as all the guys tried to numb their sadness at their favorite team losing.
Mitchell didn't care one bit for the game. He had broken up with his boyfriend and the sorrow of it was still fresh. He was always an extremely horny guy and the loss of a boyfriend left him with hard-ons at the worst of all places. Buses, while driving, or being with her sister's boyfriend's straight friends.
He decided to go off to the washroom and jack-off. This may sound odd but when you are horny all the time, any place is appealing as long as you think with your cock and not your brain. He walked into this tiny little washroom with a bathtub, toilet, and sink squeezed in together with the loudest exhaust fan he had ever heard. He seriously couldn't even hear himself piss in the toilet.
As he finished, his cock got hard and harder. He was a free man after the break-up and being around these super drunk jocks just made him harder. Always the sucker for fetishes, he loved the idea of jerking off in a washroom when there were a bunch of hot-jocks standing outside and getting drunk.
He leaned against the bath-tub and began rubbing himself. Right when he was hard, Phil walked in. He was shocked and taken aback but by this time he had shut the door behind him. He could not take his eyes of Mitchell and his hard, throbbing cock. Mitchell tried to cover it up with his underwear but it was useless: his cock sprang right out of it no matter how hard he tried to cover it up.
Phil was really drunk. In honor of hanging out with his buddies, he had worn a tight jockstrap. And now, all he wanted to do was take a piss. "Never mind me", he said in that non-chalante tone that is so Phil. He meant to unzip and pee but he was really drunk. He unzipped his pants, unbuttoned them, and let them drop. While he pulled his dick out, Mitchell (who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub) could see the tight, big bubble butt just staring him in the face. At one point, Phil, while he was taking a piss, put a finger right into his ass, scratched it, and then sniffed it while continuing with his very long piss session. He was quite drunk.
After he was done, his cock just grew harder. He turned around, looked at Mitchell right through his eyes, and said "Suck on it"!
Mitchell's jaw dropped and Phil moved closer, put his hand on Mitchell's head and began to choke him on his cock. "Oh yeaaa, do it. Suck it harder", Phil said as Mitchell tried to make sense of all that was happening to him.
Mitchell sucked harder while jacking off in this cramped little washroom with Phil. He tried to breathe in air but all he could smell was Phil's sweaty, smelly balls that made his stomach curl and shiver with pleasure.
"Harder, do it harder bitch," Phil said as he slapped Mitchell to subservience. He kept thrusting it in and out moaning in pleasure, all noises numbed by the loud exhaust fan. Phil stood above Mitchell with his head bobbed back in pleasure. He was deep-throat Mitchell mercilessly.
It all happened in a few seconds. Mitchell with his erect cock shot his load right up at his chin while Phil just emptied himself completely down Mitchell's throat. "Lick it, suck it all," yawned Phil, suddenly tired and sleepy.
"Next time we work on that sweet ass of yours" said Phil. As he turned around to clean up, Mitchell stuck his finger up Phil's ass and sniffed it.
"We'll see who fucks who next time," Mitchell thought to himself.