Letters to Penthouse VI (32 page)

Now there was peace. All my muscles trembled and twitched. It had all been so wild.

We lay there on the floor for a long time, not speaking, enjoying the afterglow. Then I got dressed. When I left, I told him I'd see him around, but he only smiled and looked at me with those steel-blue eyes of his.

As it turned out, he and I did run into each other again. It was one Friday evening, in a bar away from the base. He saw me first and approached me while I was drinking a beer. I invited him to sit, and bought him a beer. It only took a few moments before the heat started building between us. He told me about a quiet little park on the other side of town, and asked me if I would like to see it.

“Sure,” I replied. I got my wallet out of my back pocket and left money on the bar. Then we left.

It was a warm night, without the slightest breeze to ruffle the heat. We walked silently through the streets, dark, silent houses rising up into the night all around us.

We reached the park and, of course, the gates were locked. Not that that was going to stop us. I climbed first, and then helped him over. We walked across the grass, listening to the crickets chirp in the dark distant trees. There was no one in sight, and the sounds of the night were free of man-made noises.

We found a patch of grass behind some bushes. We undressed and lay down side by side on the cool turf. A gentle breeze had arisen, cooling our stiffening cocks.

He turned onto his side so that he was facing me, and leaned his head toward mine. His warm breath gushed onto my lips, smelling mildly of tobacco. I felt his hand wrap itself around my cock and begin slowly pumping it. I lifted my face to his and crushed our lips together.

We kissed and grasped each other's hard-on, then we assembled into a 69. I was amazed at how exhilarated it was to be having sex there in the open, under the star-sprinkled sky. I was not the least bit self-conscious of getting caught.

Then my lover grunted under my touch and fed me his semen. At his request we got out of the 69 and I lay on my back. He masturbated me to orgasm, licking up the warm sperm that had landed on my chest.

I haven't told anyone except my wife about those two experiences. To my surprise, she was very understanding and supportive when I told her of my encounter. She has even encouraged me to look for Bruce.

I don't think I will, but I'll never forget Bruce or the time we had together. For all you guys out there who think homosexuality is just for queenie hairdressers, I want to tell you that you're absolutely wrong. Sexual contact with another human being, no matter what the gender, is a very precious thing. I am “straight,” whatever that means, but I am glad to have had that experience. It stirred me from muscle to marrow, and I'll never forget it.—
Name and address withheld

FROM STRICTLY BALLROOM TO DIRTY DANCING IN ONE EASY LESSON

Not long ago my girlfriend and I signed up for a ballroom dancing course. The instructor is a young man named Craig. He is tall, slim and graceful. I would guess his age to be about thirty. My girlfriend and I figured he was gay, but that didn't matter to us.

My girlfriend was out of town for a few days, so I went to one of the classes alone. It didn't make any difference since we often switch partners anyway. After class, Craig joined a group of us at the bar for a drink. As the crowd was breaking up, Craig asked if I would give him a ride home since his car was being fixed.

When we got back to his house, Craig invited me in for a drink. I accepted, since it was still early and I was in the mood to keep partying. His apartment was very well-furnished. On the walls were photos of celebrities with whom he had performed. Craig fixed a couple of drinks and turned on the stereo. We sat there talking and drinking for a while.

I went to the bathroom and, when I came out, Craig was nowhere to be found. But a few minutes later he returned, wearing only a white leotard that really showed off his physique, especially his crotch. The considerable size of his dick and balls was very obvious. He explained that he liked to wear leotards at home because they were so comfortable. Then he began to gyrate around the room, striking various ballet positions and doing other dance steps as well. It was fascinating to watch him perform.

“You're my best student,” he said. “Why don't you show me what you can do?” I declined, saying that I would rather watch him.

“From what I can tell,” he said, “you have a good body. I'd love to see you naked—or at least in a pair of leotards. I have another pair you can try on. Don't act shocked,” he went on, flashing a smile. “You must know that I'm gay.”

“I'm not shocked,” I said. “But I'm not gay.”

“Well,” he said, “I'd still love to seduce you.” He looked longingly into my eyes. “Look, I've already got a hard-on.” His prick stretched the front of his leotard. He moved closer to me. His hands squeezed my thighs, and my heart began to pound.

“Come on, at least take off your shirt,” Craig urged. “It's hot in here.” He unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open. I leaned back as he ran a hand over my chest. “Feel good?” he asked. I did not answer, but it felt wonderful.

Craig unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper. He felt inside for my swelling cock. “It's huge,” he murmured. “Let's get these clothes out of the way.” He stood and stripped. His big dick jutted out as he thrust his hips forward. I then raised myself up and allowed him to pull off my pants and briefs. My hard shaft sprang free. It felt strange letting a man undress me. Craig then pulled me to my feet. He put his hands on my waist and our pricks touched. It felt like a bolt of electricity running through my body. I took his hand and let him lead me to his bed.

“Lie back. I'm going to feast on that beautiful bone,” he said. Craig crouched between my spread legs. His strong hands were on my feet, then my ankles, calves and thighs. I wanted him to touch my throbbing dick, but he took his time. He caressed my chest and stomach. I was thrashing about on the bed, my body on fire as he licked every place that his fingers explored. “What do you want me to do now?” he asked.

“Suck my cock,” I said.

My prick was twitching. He nuzzled my balls and sucked each one into his hot mouth. Then he lifted my shaft with his fingers. “I'm going to suck you off, but you'll have to do the same to me. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal,” I said, suddenly hungry for cock.

He licked me from base to knob several times before twirling his tongue around the tip.

“Don't tease me,” I said. “Make me come.”

That was just what Craig wanted to hear. He went at me with vigor, taking my cock all the way into his throat. I humped upward to meet the motions of his bobbing head.

“I'm coming right now!” I screamed. My whole body convulsed as I exploded into Craig's waiting mouth.

Craig kept sucking until I was drained dry. To my amazement, my cock stayed hard. “Okay, now it's your turn to do me,” he said. “In fact, let's do each other. Looks like you've got another orgasm left in you.” With that, he spun us around into a 69. He took my cock back into his expert mouth. I looked at his bone-hard shank, told myself it was now or never, and wrapped my lips around it.

The taste of his flesh made my entire body tingle. I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but at that moment I realized all the fun I'd been missing. It was great to explore the silky surface of his penis. The different textures of his spongy cockhead, smooth shaft and hairy balls were an incredible turn-on. I knew it would be only a minute before I was shooting off once again.

I pressed my face into his groin, taking in only four inches or so of his massive rod. He began to jack off into my mouth as I continued to lick. “Now!” he cried. His cock emptied into my mouth, blast after blast of tangy sperm shooting onto my tongue. Craig's spunk didn't taste foul, as I was afraid it might, so I gladly swallowed it all down.

We got cleaned up and then I left, thanking Craig for introducing me to a whole new way to get off. When my girlfriend returned, I told her all about what Craig and I had done. She was delighted, and said that next time she wants to watch us get it on.—
R.P., Charlotte, North Carolina

OLD FRIENDS MEET, TALK ABOUT OLD TIMES, SUCK A LITTLE COCK …

It was late July and I was in Chicago on a business trip. I was heading for the hotel lounge to quench my thirst, when I heard a familiar voice behind me say, “Vince, is that you?”

I turned to see my old college classmate and best friend, Paul. We hadn't seen each other since graduation many years earlier. I wanted him to have a drink with me, but he explained that he had to attend a business dinner that evening. We agreed to meet at the hotel lounge at midnight.

I got there at about midnight and had several drinks at the bar while waiting for Paul. By one in the morning he still had not arrived, and I was getting drunk, so I headed upstairs to my room.

I was just climbing into bed when there was a knock at the door. It was Paul, explaining that he'd had to meet with his boss after dinner and apologizing for not showing up at the lounge. Since we were in the same hotel, he decided to drop by and see if I was still awake. I noticed that he had an unopened bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bucket of ice in the other.

I was wearing only my boxer shorts, and reached for my pants as Paul poured us two drinks. “No need to dress,” he said. “I'm not modest.” I certainly didn't need another whiskey, but I took it anyway. I leaned back against the head of the bed, and Paul sprawled himself across the foot.

We talked for over an hour, until I got so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. As I started nodding, out, Paul began to massage my feet. It was very relaxing. Then I must have dozed off, because when I came to a few minutes later, he was rubbing my calves.

“I thought I'd lost you,” he said, rubbing my leg. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes,” I mumbled. “But if you keep it up, it's going to make my dick hard.”

“Good,” he said. “Relax and enjoy.” He placed my foot against his crotch and began to rub my thighs. My cock began to swell in my shorts. In a few minutes I felt Paul's hand on my crotch. He started lightly stroking my dick.

Paul got up and undressed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but actually I peeked at him while he stripped. His body was strong and firm, a work of art. He came over, sat beside me and carefully removed my shorts. His fingers tickled my balls, and my already hard cock lurched in response. Pre-come oozed out. He lifted my dick and licked off the clear drops of sperm.

“It's beautiful,” he whispered. “I'm going to suck you off. I've wanted to blow you ever since we were in school. You like it when a man sucks your cock, don't you?” he asked. I moaned my approval.

Paul ran his hands over my chest and stomach, making me even more aroused. He blew hot breath on my cock and balls. I twisted and turned but did not resist.

“Relax and let me please you,” he murmured. He held my rod and took the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled all over the turgid flesh, and his lips tightened around the shaft. I couldn't help but thrust upward into his mouth as he sucked. He was driving me crazy with lust. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pushed his head down. He pumped the base of my cock with one hand and caressed my balls with the other. Every nerve in my body tingled, and my dick felt as though it might burst.

Paul could tell I was about to come, so he removed his mouth and squeezed my cock with his fist. Soon he began to suck again, and this time I could no longer hold back. My juices begged for release. My prick jerked in Paul's mouth as he sucked on all seven solid inches. I could feel the knob pushing against his throat. My body convulsed, and I shot my load into his mouth. He continued to suck until my cock was fully drained and beginning to soften.

Paul turned off the light and lay beside me. “I know you liked that,” he whispered. He held my cock in his strong hand as we fell asleep.—
V.T., Columbia, South Carolina

DORM BUDDIES: WHY JUST SHARE A ROOM WHEN YOU CAN SHARE EACH OTHER?

I am a nineteen-year-old student and, like all young men my age, have an ever-present, overwhelming thirst for sex. In my first year of college my roommate Kenny and I spent much of our time commiserating about how tough it was for freshmen to get laid. Most weekend nights we would come back to our room without having boned anyone. We'd stay up all night, smoking dope and complaining about how horny we were.

One night after the usual dead-end search for pussy, we returned to our room. Kenny said he was so horny that if he jerked off, he would probably come in less than a minute.

As we turned off the lights, Kenny asked me how long I thought I'd last if I jerked off. I told him I suspected that I wouldn't last a minute either. He said that although he was dying to come, he wanted to see how many times he could get himself to the brink of orgasm and then stop, in order to intensify the pleasure. I felt awkward about discussing masturbation in such detail, though, and stopped talking.

I was restless and could not sleep. I lay in bed for at least ten minutes, thinking about our conversation. I had a major hard-on and wanted to jerk off, but was too nervous to consider jerking off in the same room with Kenny, even while he was asleep.

After a while I heard Kenny turn over and pull his covers down. I could see his silhouette, and could see that he had pulled down his shorts. He had a tremendous hard-on sticking straight up in the air. He must have assumed that I was asleep, because he immediately started to stroke his erection. My dick was hard as a lead pipe as I watched his hand slide up and down his six-inch shaft. I could feel his sense of urgency as his strokes became more intense.

From the speed of his strokes, it was obvious that he was about to shoot his wad. But just when I was sure he was at the point of no return, he stopped. He waited about half a minute, then gripped his penis and slowly started to pump his shaft once more. I could hear the rhythmic strokes as his hand slipped up and down the full length of his manhood. He pumped his cock right to the brink of orgasm, then he stopped once again. Even though I was across the room, I could sense the incredible energy that was building up inside him.