Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 13:01:14 -0400
From: juhfnmb@hotmail.com
Subject: Philip's Fantasy ( MM bd con )

NOTE: All characters in this story are fictional and in their early twenties.
This is a fictional work based on fantasy and is in no way ever going to
happen. It's just entertainment dude! Enjoy.

Philip's Fantasy
by: Chris Scapes

	It was a pleasant spring afternoon. I sat in my car which was parked at the
far end of the grocery store's parking lot. My thoughts wandered to an
evening when my boyfriend and I began to discuss our inner desires and
fantasies. Although it was almost six months ago, I remember promising
Philip, as I gazed past his long eye lashes and into his deep dark eyes,
that I would do my best to please him. Today, I sit watching across the
parking lot, waiting for my plan to unfold. Hopefully, Philip isn't
expecting it today!
	Philip sat on the ledge in front of the grocery store waiting for someone
to exit the store who needed help to their car. His expression was clearly
one of boredom. Phil took great pride in how he looked and it is one of the
reasons I was so attracted to him in the first place. He dressed casually,
wearing a baggy yellow tee-shirt with baggy khaki pants and a pair of white
Nike tennis shoes which he took care to keep clean. Phil was part Mexican
with a dark sultry complexion and black hair which was kept very short and
gelled down to look shiny. My favorite attribute was a thin mustache which
looked almost as if it belonged to a much younger pubescent boy. His smooth
skin and boyish charm made him very desirable to men and women alike.
	Just then, as I was thinking about my boyfriend, a man came out of the
store carrying a lot of groceries. Phil saw his chance to earn a couple
bucks by helping someone out.
	"Excuse me sir", Phil approached the man. "Do you need any help?"
	"I sure would, if you don't mind carrying my bags across the parking lot."
	"No problem, dude" erupted from Phil's proudly displayed and well toned
chest. Phil flashed an adorable smile with his large soft lips, his faint
mustache mirrored the image. The two walked across the parking lot to the
man's car which was parked in an obscure corner of the parking lot. After
the trunk was popped open, Phil placed the bags inside and looked to the man
who knew what Phil expected.
	"Oh sorry, my change is in my glove compartment. Could you just wait here a
second?"
	"Sure, no problem", said Phil, turning to observe the rest of the parking
lot. Then, unexpectedly, the man bear hugged Phil and put a cloth rag over
his nose and mouth. Phil's first reaction was to remove the rag, but to no
avail. The man was too strong for him. Philip fought with all his strength,
the muscles in his arms were swelling with his efforts and his chest heaved.
Philip's grunts were nearly silenced by the rag covering this face. The
struggle didn't last long though, as the rag was soaked with Chloroform. The
last thing Phil remembered was collapsing into the man's arms which trapped
him helplessly with their unyielding strength. Having that part of the plan
completed, I started my car and drove over to the scene of the staged
kidnapping.



	When Phil awoke, he wasn't sure what had happened or where he was. The
first thing he realized was that he was blindfolded and had a ball gag in
his mouth. Then, as he began to move, Phil realized that he was lying on the
floor, his arms and legs bound tightly together with rope and his ankles
were tied to his wrists. This was the best hog tie Phil had ever been in!
Immediately, his slim and toned body began to writhe in the bonds. The ropes
creaked as Phil tried to pull and twist his wrists apart. His knuckles
turned white as his fists clenched and he attempted to escape. Phil's feet
made a squeaking noise as the leather tennis shoes rubbed together. Groaning
and grunting became more and more audible as Phil explored his predicament.
Watching him wiggle and whine was so energizing. As Phil fought the ropes,
he arched his head back and I noticed his nipples getting hard through the
shirt but, that wasn't the only thing getting stiff! His tent grew as his
bucking became more powerful. Small beads of sweat were forming on his
beautiful face and neck, his ears were getting red. It seemed as if I were
doing everything the way he wanted it, as his tent in his pants grew to its
maximum size!
	I wanted to keep things interesting for him but not yet give away my
identity. This would keep his kidnapping fantasy as realistic as possible
for longer. I reached down to his ropes and freed his feet from his ankles.
For a second, Phil rolled around on his back, flopping around like a fish
out of water. This gave me the chance to look at his tight stomach as his
shirt rode up his back. Finally, Philip got a good idea and settled on his
stomach. Caring little about his mysterious captors, Phil began to hump the
floor! Apparently he really enjoyed what was happening to him! Watching his
firm butt flex through his baggy pants sent a tingle through my entire body,
not to mention my balls! I watched his thick heavy hands test the ropes and
saw his toes wiggling through the confines of his white leather tennis
shoes. He was so cute. I couldn't watch any more. This boy was mine for the
taking!
	I laid down on his back to control his humping. His sweet boy smell was the
first thing that caught my attention. I began then to kiss the back of his
neck. My hands explored his toned back and moved front wards to the bottom
of his shirt. Then as if by nature, I began to dry hump his ass through our
clothes. My own moaning began to mix with his, creating a sweet harmony of
sexual desires. I stopped then so as not to get to carried away. This was
Phil's fantasy and I had to make sure that it went the way he wanted it. So
I got off and rolled him onto his back. Lifting his shirt, my attention went
straight to his pert nipples which could have cut glass. I kissed his neck,
sucked on his nipples and licked from his chest to his belly button. Phil
let out a shutter of pleasure and his breathing became much more labored as
if he had just ran a mile. My mouth juice glistened on his firm chest and
belly. Then I moved to his ear, kissing the side of his face, and smelling
him like a spring flower, in an attempt to take in all his boyish beauty. My
lips moved to his ears and whispered gently,
	"don't worry buddy, it's me!" Immediately I took off the ball gag. Phil's
licked his soft supple lips with his nimble tongue and a huge smile came
across his face, never uttering a single word. We didn't need to, our body
language said everything. To keep things interesting, I decided to leave the
blindfold on. Just then, our lips met and my head began to swim. Our tongues
explored each other and probed like our pricks eventually would. After about
ten minutes of passionate kissing, I began to move on. I reached to his feet
and untied his legs. Phil then stretched them out and wrapped them around my
lower torso, keeping me from going anywhere. Believe me, I wasn't leaving
this stud.
	I could feel his iron shaft pressing into my belly. His bucking suggested
what part of him wanted attention. My hands massaged his chest and belly
moving ever closer to their final destination. I opened his pants and out
shot his five inch boner. It may not have been huge but it was beautifully
proportioned and looked almost unreal. It looked succulent, like a piece of
meat, an eye round roast, juicy and plump. His balls were also beautiful,
they were like two golf balls in a think bag of flesh. I loved to think
about how good he tasted. With that thought, I began to take his member in
my mouth. Phil thrusted his pelvis into my face to make it easier for me to
reach. I watched his belly muscles tighten with the labor of love. His
breathing was intense and his moans were loud! His lips parted to control
his breathing and his ears were red. I loved watching every part of Phil's
tight toned body come to life for our sexual pleasure. My tongue didn't have
to work for long as Phil had already been humping the floor to bring himself
to cum. After only a few strokes and a couple licks of his stiffie's head,
Phil tensed up and released his boy juice inside my hot mouth. He collapsed
back onto the floor and heaved with fatigue from his aspirations. But I
wasn't finished yet, now it was my turn.
	I quickly took off my pants and moved to straddle Phil's chest. Removing
the blindfold, I finally gazed into Phil's sexy eyes. He glared back at me
with a look of pure passion and said ever so gently, "thanks bro, I owe you
one".
	and I replied, "no you don't man. Let's finish this right!" Phil smiled and
began to wiggle under my body. It felt so good under my butt, my prick only
grew harder. Philip flashed me his pearly whites as my pre cum dripped onto
his smooth chin. Taking my fat member in his hot mouth, Phil sucked like he
never sucked before, in fact when I came it was perhaps the best orgasm I
ever had until that day. I pulled out and shot my jiz all over his face and
chest. The best part was taking my time to clean it off with my tongue. Phil
shuttered with each gentle lick and his moans sent soothing vibes through my
body. After we were both spent, I finished untying Phil. We laid together
all night long, talking about my fantasy and how awesome it would be to
carry it out.

THE END - for now anyhow!

Please send constructive comments and suggestions to juhfnmb@hotmail.com
Other e-mails will be ignored. Thanks, Chris.