When fantasy becomes reality

Hi all, sorry for the hiatus. Life has been busy but a certain someone, you know who you are, has encouraged me to carry on with this story and finally finish it. It's a little shorter than my normal chapters, but enjoy the penultimate chapter of "When fantasy becomes reality". 

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I had just about managed to calm my nerves under the hot water when I thought I heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. "James, sorry to ask, but i'm desperate for a wee, i've not been since we had dinner" Phil asked. 

Time stood still as I heard the door opening before i'd had an opportunity to say anything. I had shampoo cascading down my body and couldn't see through the foggy glass. All I could think was where were the boxers, had I left them on the top of my pile of washing? The sound of Phil pissing rung through the bathroom and he definitely needed it. As the stream tailed off, the toilet flushed and the shower suddenly turned ice cold. "Ahhh fuck, the hot water" I shouted. 

"Oh shit, sorry James, I didn't even think". 

I'd managed to finish washing the soap off my body in the time it took Phil to relieve himself. As I turned to look out of the shower screen I noticed Phil looking at the floor. Slowly his eyes moved up and we locked onto one another. Neither of us said anything for what felt like an eternity, my heart was pounding in my chest. My husband's brother in law had caught me red handed, only it was with his cum filled and my precum filled red boxers laying on the bathroom floor! I saw his eyes travel down my body and linger on my crotch. He probably could make out my shaft hanging between my legs through the steamy glass.  

"I'll see you out in the room, think we need to talk" said Phil. 

I took as long as I possibly could in the shower and drying myself off. My mind was running a million miles an hour trying to work out what I could say. Maybe i'd say they were mine and try and blag that he must be mistaken. Maybe he'd not seen them at all and he wanted to talk about something other than me being caught wearing his cum filled underwear. What do you even say to someone who catches you? It's not like they got mixed up by accident, he knew where they had been taken from and presumably knew he'd deposited a huge thick load inside them shortly before I found them. Despite my anxiety levels soaring the thought of Phil's cum coating my cock all day had me getting a hardon. What the fuck is wrong with me!? My life could be about to come crashing down around me and i'm getting a boner over this. 

I wrapped a towel around me and bent down to pick up all my clothes off the floor. As I turned I caught my reflection in the mirror. Briefly, I let my eyes take in what stood staring back at me. At 6ft 1 I was a big guy. Years training in the gym and playing rugby had given me a thick athletic body to be proud of. Defined muscles coated my arms, shoulders and chest. I'm not as hairy as Phil but my chest was covered with a dusting of light blond hair which darkened as it plunged down between my abs. I was a good looking guy. At that moment I knew I had a choice to make, did I go out there with my tail between my legs gushing with apology after apology or did I try and take control of the situation? 

I opened the door and walked out into the room, wrapped in my white towel and found Phil lying there scrolling through his phone. "hey" I said. 

He looked up from his phone and I saw his eyes graze their way over my body, lingering briefly on the pile of clothes I was holding in my arms. He took a deep breath as if to steady his nerves before opening his mouth to speak then closing it again without making a sound. 

I perched on the end of the bed, one leg hanging off and the other bent at the knee with my foot tucked up towards my crotch. The towel gaped open along the side no doubt revealing the bright red underwear i'd slipped back on in the bathroom. 
Phil took another deep breath, held it for a moment be

fore the words came tumbling out of his mouth. "I don't think I love Harriet. This baby was a mistake and I don't know what to do. This whole holiday she's been trying to kill me or practically trying to rape me. I don't want to have sex with her, the only way I can do it is by thinking of other things and it's getting harder and harder to perform. She knows something is wrong". Phil finally stopped speaking, it felt like he didn't take a breath once, it all just came out like a tidal wave. 

"Wow, that's a lot" I said. To be honest this was not what I was expecting to hear. 

I went on "when you say you don't find her attractive, is that just because she's pregnant? I know lots of guys struggle to perform when their wives are expecting. That's perfectly normal". 
I made eye contact with him but he couldn't hold it, his gaze was travelling down my body and kept coming to rest on my exposed thigh. 

"Why are you wearing my underwear James" Phil almost whispered. 

It was my turn to take a deep breath. Here goes nothing... "look Phil, I saw them in your room. They were at the top of the washing pile and I've got a bit of a thing about underwear. I was just looking, I didn't mean to take them but you came home and startled me and I couldn't just put them back". 

"But, but, I had... they were... were they not still..." Phil couldn't get the words out. 

"Full of your cum?" I said matter of factly. "Yes, they were". 

I watched a series of emotions roll across Phil's face. It started with anger, then shock, followed by something I couldn't immediately put my finger on. Then just raw hunger, 
"Stand up" came a voice from within Phil i'd never heard before. 

Before I knew it I was standing. Phil lying back on the bed, me just stood there in his boxers with a towel barely hanging onto my hips. 

"Take the towel off" that same voice said. 

Again, before I knew it my hands pushed the towel to the floor and I stood there fully exposed. We made eye contact and I saw the lust in his eyes. Phil wanted me in a way i'd never been wanted before. I felt my cock begin to thicken. I always flipped by cock up in my underwear so it laid across my thigh rather than poking down to the floor. As the blood pounded into my shaft I could feel myself growing, the skin of my shaft heating up against my thigh. 

"You can feel my dried cum against your cock can't you" growled Phil. 

Goosebumps broke out across my body, my cock surged to full hardness and the first drop of precum began soaking into the red fabric. 

TBC