When fantasy becomes reality

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I've lost count of the times I've woken up thinking about him, my cock hard and aching. At first fantasy was enough, I could put it to the back of my mind and move on with my day. But recently... recently it's as if i'm thinking about him every hour. The image of how his shirt hugs his chest, how the arms stretch over his biceps, how his perfect bum fills out his jeans. There is only so much you can think about someone before something happens. Little did I know what lay in store but i'm sure glad I made the first step...

I'm James, happily married but totally in infatuated with my husbands brother in law. I got together with Dean around the same time that Dean's sister got together with Phil. He seemed nice but other than thinking he was clearly a good looking guy he didn't really play on my mind. I can't really pinpoint the time when my interest in Phil started to really develop. I can think of many times when I admired him, I of course thought I was being subtle but as you'll learn my gazes were noticed.

The first time I really did anything was when we decided to go away as a family. We booked a large villa for myself, Dean, Harriet, Phil and the parents in law. I'd not really considered the potential opportunities until the holiday actually arrived. The villa came with a swimming pool and a hot tub, which myself and Dean used a lot. I did however notice Phil almost actively avoiding getting in the pool or the tub and if he did, he was always out of it by the time I got there. This all changed on day 4 when Liz - Dean and Harriet's mum decided she wanted to go in the hot tub. I've long since figured out that Liz has a crush on Phil and after a few glasses of wine Liz was being extra flirtatious.

"Come on boys, I want to go into the hot tub and I don't want to be in there alone!" shouted Liz wondering off towards the tub with a wine glass in hand.

It didn't take a great deal of convincing to get Dean and I in the tub, we have one at home and love messing around in there.

"Phil, you'll join won't you? Come on, it's nice and big" slurred a slightly tipsy Liz.

You could see Phil wasn't keen, he looked pleadingly at Harriet who simply shrugged and wandered off. Harriet was fairly heavily pregnant and wasn't in the mood to bail her husband out.
"Err, ok, let me go and change" mumbled an increasingly stressed looking Phil.

I suppose in his defence he was about to get into a confined space with his mother in law, who was terrible at hiding her desire for him and two gay men. Now at this point i'd not done, said or behaved in any way which should of made him nervous. Don't get me wrong, i'd checked him out as much as was possible but I thought i'd been subtle about it.

Eventually Phil reappeared. We heard the door of the villa being slid open before we saw him. Liz was in full flow of another of her trademark stories but stopped dead in her tracks as Phil stepped out. I can't describe the feeling that ran through me as I saw Phil in (almost) all of his glory for the first time. It was almost as if time slowed down as he strode from the door to the hot tub. My eyes drunk in the sight before me: 6ft, dark hair, his pecs were defined slabs of muscle coated in a short but fairly thick coating of dark hair which narrowed to a fine line and travelled down the valley of his abs and into the waist band of his swimming shorts. His small perfectly proportioned nipples were hard and I had an overwhelming desire to lick and suck on them. His thighs were thick with deep grooves in the muscles appearing above his knees as he strode towards us. His arms hung low and a towel was conveniently hanging right in front of his crotch. As quickly as he could he dropped the towel and slipped under the water.

Harriet was employed as barmaid and the drinks continued to flow. After about an hour Liz decided she had had enough and dragged herself out of the hot tub and wobbled her way back into the villa. Dean excused himself about 15 minutes later saying the booze and heat had got to him and he needed to go to bed. This left me and Phil. Fortunately Phil and I share plenty of things in common and slipped into an easy conversation. Before I knew it we'd spent another half an hour in the tub by which point Harriet had bought us a last drink and told Phil she was off to bed too. We slipped into a comfortable silence and both lay with our heads resting on the edge of the tub. I'd positioned myself over a particularly strong jet and was quietly enjoying the water gushing over my now throbbing erection.

Suddenly Phil cleared his throat. "I think i'm going to call it a night. Harriet will be going to the toilet every 5 minutes and I need to try and sleep off all these beers."

With that he hooked one leg up onto the side of hot tub and pulled himself out. He then reached down to pick up the towel he'd dropped in such a hurry earlier. All the hair on his body was now stuck to his skin showing off the definition of all his muscles. My eyes travelled down and for the first time I got a good look at what was swinging between his legs. His red swimming shorts were moulding themselves perfectly around a long thick shaft that bulged forward. By no means was he hard but I couldn't help but feel he'd been enjoying the sensation of the jets too.

Phil coughed again and I realised i'd be staring. He went back to toweling off his body, making his cock flop gently side to side. "Good night James, enjoy the jets". Phil gave me one last long look that sent chills down my spine and sauntered off towards the villa. His complete demeanor shift had my head spinning. He was so shy and desperately trying to hide as much of his body as possible only a few hours ago and just then stood there without a care in the world,. soaking wet, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. It was almost as if he wanted me and only me to be watching. Why would he though, he's straight, married to my sister in law and has a baby on the way.

I sunk back into the water and slipped my shorts down. A quick adjustment of one of the vents had water pounding my shaft mercilessly. I rested my head back on the edge and let the water go to work. It didn't take long, the image of Phil standing there showing his body off to me had be charging for the finish line. I grasped my balls as I felt them start to pull up and gentle moans escaped my mouth. "Fuck Phil, what I wouldn't give to suck that cock of yours", with that image rolling around my head my cock couldn't take it any longer and i went crashing over the edge. Cum shot out of my cock and I grunted with every shot. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms i'd had in a long time and was courtesy of my husbands brother in law.

Most of the rest of the holiday went without note, until our final full day. Liz and John (my father in law) decided to go off and explore one of the local towns. Phil had booked him and Harriet onto a sightseeing tour - against my judgement given the increasingly massive bump she was carrying around and Dean and I had booked to go to a spa down the road to get a massage. I had hoped to get a couples massage but they didn't have the space so we had to go one after another.

After my massage finished I returned to the villa to find it empty. It was split over three floors. Harriet and Phil were on the ground floor as you walked in, Liz & John and Dean & I were upstairs with the main living room and kitchen in the basement. As I walked in the front door I saw the door to Harriet and Phil's bedroom had been left open. But what really caught my eye was the pile of clothes I could see through the door. On top of that pile were a pair of Ted Baker boxer briefs. I stood there rooted to the spot. I've never been one for used underwear but there was something about this pair that caught my attention. They weren't quite sitting right, they had a sort of rigid look about them as if the fabric was stiff. It didn't take my brain long to work out why a man's underwear would be stiff, they had something in them, something I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to see.

As I approached the room I hesitated. This was going to be crossing a line. Not only was I about to invade someone's personal space but I was about to cross a line in mine and Dean's relationship. I was about to willingly pick up and study another man's underwear whilst everyone was out and I was alone. What puzzled me was why they were there. Surely if you'd cum in your boxers you'd make an effort to hide them wouldn't you? But never-the-less here they were out in the open, right next to the door with the bedroom door left open for all to see...

I crossed the entrance to the bedroom and picked them up. Sure enough, inside the boxers was the remnants of what looked like a massive cumshot. The cum had mostly dried but in one particular spot I could feel the material was still damp. This was no ordinary load, this was a seriously massive cum shot. It was clear that they hadn't been used as a rag to clean up after a wank, and that he'd either jerked off still wearing them or he'd had a wet dream. The various possibilities spun around and around in my head as I felt the material in my hands.

Suddenly I heard a car door slam outside and I sprinted out of the room and down into the kitchen. Shortly after the front door opened in walked Phil and Harriet. I could hear them upstairs arguing, something had clearly not gone well as Harriet was talking in quiet but angry tones to Phil. "What sort of trip was that. Why would you think a pregnant lady would enjoy something like that!?".

I could hear Phil mumbling apology after apology. Their voices faded, obviously this discussion was now ongoing behind closed doors. Meanwhile I was panicking... why hadn't I put the underwear back? They were right at the top of the pile of washing, he was bound to notice they were gone. "Fuck, Fuck Fuck!" I was whispering.

I heard the sound of their bedroom door opening and closing, then heavy footsteps coming downstairs. It was Phil. "Hi James, how was the massage?"

"Yeah, er, yeah it was really good thanks" I stammered back. My hand was in the pocket of my shorts gripping his cum stained underwear.

Phil looked at me and cocked his head slightly. His eyes travelled over me and seemed to stop momentarily on my shorts. I started to feel uncomfortable and shifted my weight from side to side. His gaze returned to my face and he simply stared at me. I gulped and said "right, I think i'm going to go and have a shower and wash off the massage oil". With that i hurried up the stairs and left him in the kitchen.

When I got back into our room I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I was visibly sweating, I had guilt written all over my face. What else I noticed was some of Phil's underwear was sticking out of my pocket. Had that been there the whole time, is that why he's stared at my shorts?

End of Part 1

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