Date: Thu, 3 May 2012 16:53:00 -0400
From: David Cedar <dcedar98@gmail.com>
Subject: Phil and Mitchell (Gay male, Celebrity Fiction)

Modern Family: Phil and Mitchell


Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.

All characters are a trademark of NBC. Do not read, if it is illegal in
your state or if you are underage.



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.