There was something very special about Phil. A woman knows. She knows when she looks into a man's eyes; a woman can sense special qualities in a man. And that's how I knew Phil had something special for me. We met like any couple meets. I was dancing on top of my local bar with a girlfriend of mine trying to get guys attention by kissing her. I don't like women but any girl can tell you, sometimes you have to go the extra mile to find the good guys and guys love it when girls kiss. I kicked over a beer by accident and when I looked down, there he was.
"You kicked my beer over, bitch." He said. I couldn't hear him over the juke box as it blasted Stardog Champion by Mother Love Bone. I bent forward.
"I said you kicked my beer over now I want to see you eat your friend's pussy." He yelled over the hard rockin' music. Now it was Al Jourgensen belting out a little Jesus Built My Hotrod as I climbed down from the bar. When I stood before him I saw... He was an angel.
When we got back to my place my stomach was a flutter. It was the excitement of the hook up. I love the nervous fluttering of a new fling because a million things run through your head. Will he be good, will he get stage fright, is he big, is he small, does he eat pussy, and Oh My God could he be the one. Will he call? Will I feel bad about this later? Will he love me or hate me. How exciting, people!!!
Phil wasn't much for talking but he was kind of drunk. You have to give guys the benefit of the doubt when they've been drinking. I led Phil by the hand into my apartment. I flipped on the light.
"Where's your bedroom?" Phil asked breaking the silence.
"Hey baby don't be in such a hurry" I started to answer.
"I want to fuck." Came the response.
I stopped and looked at him blankly. Any other man would have been out on his ass unless he was much cuter than Phil but there was something about the way he said it, I had myself a special man here.
We went into my bedroom I lit a candle and went into my bathroom to get a glass of water. When I returned Phil was in the middle of my room, naked. I stopped, the glass of water fell along with my jaw. Somewhere very far away I was aware of the cool water running between someone's toes; I think they were mine. He was hard. Very very hard and enormous! Oh my God ladies! Oh my God, oh my God!!! It began somewhere in a dark nest of pubic hair from which it burst forth like the horn of a rhino. It arced up over his pubic hair, then over his belly button. It was just getting started. This, ladies, was a long trip to the top. His belly button was a memory as my eyes traveled up, up, past his ribs to the head which was an angry purple eight pound medicine ball of love that throbbed with his heart beat. I watching in silent fascination as each time is heart pumped his cock tapped him between his chest muscles. It was at least, I shit you not, thirty solid loving inches of manhood. I know what you are thinking girls, jackpot! But there's more, he was thick! The best part... he was as big around as a two-liter bottle of soda.
"I want to fuck." He said point blank.
I could only stand in awe. This was the perfect specimen of man. This was the template by which all other men on earth were cut. But they were imperfect copies.
"You are the form of a man." I said borrowing from Plato (could Plato have been hung like this? He was brilliant.)
"What?" He blinked.
I had found him, he was divine, I was in love, and it was wonderful. I wanted to dance and sing and praise God for sending me such a gift. He would make a great father and a wonderful provider I just knew it. Could you imagine a man with a penis like this betraying me, or our babies? Our precious little babies that he would love and cherish more than his own life. Could you?! This was a MAN, capital letters here! Men stick by their women and their children just like Phil would. We would have a wonderful life together. Sometimes, I thought, we'd stay up to late just talking and, Oh my, we would be so tired for work but just thinking of him would get me through the day.
"Hey." Phil brought me back. I am dreamer, I need someone to ground me, he knew! "Fuck now."
I ran to him, I couldn't help it, love makes you do crazy things. I hugged his penis. I turned my head to the side and pressed my cheek to his glans. It was hot against my skin and how it throbbed! His heart, which beats only for me, was causing our cock to throb against my face. I wrapped my arms around his cock and hugged it. It's like there was two of him to love. Our cock needed attention now and I wasn't going to let any of us down. I licked him from top to bottom. It took two hands to steady our love so I could service it orally. He moaned and I knew he was falling for me too. His hands wrapped tightly in my hair and pulled painfully but I didn't mind. We were connected now and I would let my Phil do anything he wanted, I was his after all. With a hand wound into either side of my head he pulled my head this way and that guiding my face fast and hard all over his massive love. I winced in pain and must have made a sound.
"You like this." Phil said flatly.
