Letters to Penthouse VI (34 page)

After the usual small talk about sports and the weather, he asked me how much money I made in tips and salary. I admitted that more than half of my money came in tips from him. He laughed and told me that I was wasting my time. He said I should consider quitting my job and getting into his line of work. When I asked him what he did for a living, he replied that he gave massages to people in their homes or apartments, and smiled. When pressed for details, he said it would take a while to explain and invited me back to his apartment for a drink if I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

I agreed, locked up and followed him to a very nice apartment in an exclusive section of town. He said he shared the place with a coworker who was on vacation at this time.

As we settled down to talk and sip bourbon, he explained that he worked for an out-call massage service that beeped him whenever he had an appointment. Most of his customers were older women or men who paid very well to have him massage their nude bodies while he was also nude—several of the older men actually paid him to allow them to give him blowjobs!

He added that he had a very few married men—bankers, lawyers, doctors—who wanted to have a young stud suck them off, and that he could easily make two- or three-hundred-dollar tips for doing so. He also said that they were in the minority, and that I may never run into one of them.

Well, the combination of Wild Turkey and wild talk, combined with the promise of money, got me real excited. He said that he made more than two thousand dollars a week and only worked about four hours a day. He told me that he knew the owner of the massage parlor well enough that he could practically guarantee me a job if I wanted it. I was so fucked up that I called my boss at home, cursed him out and quit! Too drunk to drive home, I slept on his couch that night.

The next evening, as I was preparing for my job interview, he dropped a bombshell on me—part of the interview was to give the boss a blowjob!

I explained to him that I had never done that before and didn't know how. Since I had already blown my other job, I was in quite a panic! He tried to reassure me, telling me that he'd show me how to do it.

We both stripped naked, and he sat me on the couch and began to nibble and lick at my cock and balls—I never felt anything so good in my life! He then had me try the same technique on him.

He finally worked me up to taking most of his cock into my mouth. It was long and very big around, circumcised with a beautifully soft, red head. I sucked until he came, and even though I tried to swallow it all, some of his come ran down my chin.

He told me that the boss wouldn't hire me if I was sloppy like that, and said I needed more practice. Since he had to save himself for his clients that night, he said he'd call up a friend for me to practice on. He got on the phone, and about fifteen minutes later his friend Biff showed up. Biff, a blond surfer-type, had the situation explained to him and was quite amenable to serve as my guinea pig. I soon found myself on my knees in front of him, eagerly gobbling down his cock, which was at least eight inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. When I finished sucking Biff off, I was proud of myself as I hadn't spilled a drop of his delicious joy-juice. The two of them, however, decided that I needed more practice and got back on the phone.

Within twenty minutes, two gorgeous muscle men arrived. After hearing of my predicament, they stripped, exposing beautiful cocks. I carefully and lovingly gave my best effort yet. I was beginning to really enjoy sucking cock. After finishing both guys off, they all decided that, despite my sore jaw, I was ready to meet the boss.

Since the boss was an older man with a very short, skinny dick, I passed my interview with flying colors.—
T.P., Dallas, Texas

BUSINESS TRIP TURNS INTO PLEASURE JAUNT WHEN HE'S RUBBED THE RIGHT WAY

Last month I attended a marketing seminar in San Diego I flew in about midafternoon and took a taxi to my hotel. It was a luxury hotel located right on the beach. My room, which was quite large, overlooked the ocean. After I unpacked, I stretched out on the bed and read the material describing the facilities available to the guests of the hotel. Since I had plenty of time before the opening reception that night, I decided to check out the men's health club on the top floor.

A tall, thin young man with longish blond hair, pale blue eyes and a sensuous mouth greeted me when I walked in. He wore tight white slacks and a T-shirt that was a size or two too small for his broad, muscular chest. His name tag read Byron. I requested a massage, but he explained that they were fully booked for the rest of the afternoon and suggested a sauna instead. He led me into the changing room, where I stripped, and then to the sauna. Several other men were inside. In about twenty minutes sweat covered my body and I decided I'd had enough. Byron ushered me into the shower room and sprayed me with cool water. He then suggested that I go onto the private sundeck and relax in the late-afternoon sun. I joined several others who were stretched out nude on lounge chairs.

The warm sun felt good on my naked body. I was about to doze off when Byron brought me a large glass of cold fruit juice. He said that if I still wanted a massage, he would stay late and give me one. I said that would be great.

The other guests began to leave as closing time approached. Byron led me into an alcove, and I lay on my stomach on the massage table. He helped the other attendants close up. I heard him say good-bye to them and ask them to lock the door.

“I really appreciate this,” I said when he returned.

“I'm glad to do it,” he replied. “I get tired of massaging fat, hairy, old men with short, ugly dicks all day. Once in a while someone like you comes in, but not often. You have a good body—very well proportioned, with long, lean muscles. You must be a runner.”

“No, but I swim a lot,” I admitted.

“Your shoulders and back are well developed, and your ass is quite firm,” Byron commented as he spread warm oil on my shoulders and back. He began working on my neck and shoulders, then down each arm. He rubbed and kneaded my hands and snapped the joints of each finger. Turning his attention to my back, he began squeezing muscles I didn't even know I had. His strong hands worked their way down my spine. He poured oil on my lower back. Some ran into the crack of my ass. Slowly he pressed and rotated my buns, massaging them thoroughly.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Great, but you're about to give me a hard-on,” I told him.

“That happens sometimes. I hoped it would with you.” Byron patted me playfully on my buttocks. Spreading my legs apart, he massaged my thighs, allowing his hands to occasionally brush against my balls, before working on my calves and ankles. He rubbed my feet and pulled and pumped each toe like it was a little prick. Sexy sensations shot up to my crotch. I moved to adjust my swelling cock.

“Okay, now for the front. Turn over,” he instructed. I obeyed and opened my eyes. Byron was staring at my crotch and smiling. “It's big, beautiful and not even hard yet,” he said gleefully. He had removed his T-shirt and pants. His bikini briefs bulged suggestively.

Byron stood behind my head and massaged my shoulders. He tweaked my nipples as he worked over my chest. He squeezed and manipulated my stomach muscles, brushing against my hard cock occasionally.

“Now it's long and thick, and curved like a big banana,” Byron remarked.

“Hey, you got me this way,” I reminded him. “It doesn't get harder than that.”

“Do you want me to take care of it for you?” Byron asked eagerly.

“What did you have in mind?” I teased.

Byron grinned and ran his tongue over his lips. “You know what I want,” he said.

I grasped my rigid pole and held it up. “Come and get it,” I teased him.

“I'll get it, but you'll come,” he laughed.

Byron tickled it lightly, then gripped it in both hands and pumped it several times. He leaned over and licked off the pre-come that drooled out. His face nuzzled my crotch. My balls were licked and sucked. He gently nibbled along the length of my shaft and twirled his tongue around the knob. I was going crazy. Every nerve in my body tingled. My cock pulsated. He sucked in a couple of inches and pumped the rest.

Suddenly he pulled away and removed his briefs. His big dick jutted out of a tangle of kinky blond hair. Byron placed my hand on it. “Jerk me off while I blow you,” he requested. I pumped him slowly.

Byron lowered his head, opened his mouth and sucked in my cock. I put my free hand on his head, urging him to take more. I thrust my hips upward, and my cockhead hit the back of his throat. Byron could tell that I was getting close to orgasm. He stopped sucking and squeezed my dick sharply under the head.

“That will slow you down a little. You don't want to shoot off too quickly. I'm just getting started with you. I'm going to drive you crazy,” he promised. And he did. His hands played over my body, exciting nerves I didn't know I had. My body quivered. He caressed my balls as he sucked on the knob of my dick.

I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. “I'm coming,” I groaned. My muscles tightened. I could feel come rush from my balls and surge into his mouth. Byron kept sucking until I was drained and my cock softened.

“Now do me,” he begged.

I sat on the edge of the table. Byron stood between my legs, his throbbing cock standing straight out. I pumped it slowly with oil-slicked hands as I played with his big balls. Pre-come made his cockhead glisten. If I was ever tempted to suck a dick, that was the time. I held him with both hands, and he fucked my fists. Byron moaned and streams of his juice squirted into the air.

“You were tempted to suck me, weren't you?” Byron asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Have you ever sucked off another guy?” he asked me.

“No,” I answered.

“Why not? Are you afraid to? Sucking a cock isn't going to turn you off girls. You ought to try it—you just might like it.”

“I might,” I agreed.

“Will I see you again? I hope so,” he said eagerly.

“I don't know,” I told him as I got dressed.

“By the way, no charge,” he called out as I left.—
L.D., Muncie, Indiana

HOLIER-THAN-THOU GLORY-HOLE AFICIONADO DOESN'T PRACTICE WHAT HE PREACHES

Not long ago, I paid a visit to my good friend Carl, who's been married for several years. When Carl and I were younger, we would often go out together and frequent strip clubs, X-rated theaters and adult bookstores. Being single, I still visit these places on occasion. However, Carl's wife takes a firm stand against him indulging in such activities. But the weekend I was visiting, Iris was staying overnight at her sister's with the kids, which allowed Carl amnesty from her rule. After all, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

We went out and hit a few go-go bars. We were having a great time cutting loose and catching a buzz. Carl suggested we stop at an adult bookstore to watch some loops, since X-rated videos were also taboo in his house. He commented that he hoped there weren't any “damned cruisers” there, as he put it. We'd never discussed our sexual experiences, so he had no way of knowing about the encounters I'd had with men, and I figured there was no need to bring it up now. Nonetheless, many adult bookstores have become seedy over the years.

We bought several dollars' worth of tokens and separately set out among the catacomb of video booths. There were indeed cruisers roaming about, and most of the viewing stalls sported glory holes—openings about the size of a large coffee can in the walls between the booths for anonymous oral trysts. After declining a few propositions, I was left alone and began to enjoy a particularly hot video. I lowered my jeans to stroke my stiff erection.

Through the hole I noticed someone enter the booth next to mine. From the slacks and shoes revealed through the hole, I knew it was Carl. Glad that I wouldn't be bothered or interrupted again, I continued to jack myself off. After a while I became curious and leaned down to peer through the hole. Although I couldn't see his upper body, Carl had also lowered his pants and was pumping his big, hard dick. I was amused at the thought of both of us whacking off surreptitiously right next door to each other. Then suddenly Carl got up and struck his turgid shaft through the hole.

I was startled and thought at first that he had recognized me and was just teasing me. After several seconds I heard him say, “Suck it.”

I figured, What the hell, and began to stroke his hefty organ. When I licked his swollen glans, I felt him jump and heard him moan. I licked every inch of his hot, velvety shaft and lapped at his heavy, come-filled balls. I then lifted his massive slab and ran my tongue along the vein on the underside. I positioned his throbbing boner against my pouting lips, kissing his soft cock-head. I parted my lips and slowly inserted his pulsing member in my watering mouth, teasing and coaxing at it with my flickering tongue. I'm an accomplished cocksucker, and Carl groaned as I sucked his long schlong down my throat. My talents excited him, and his breathing quickened as he pressed harder against the wall. My own straining erection displayed how turned on I was getting by all this.

Several minutes into his blowjob, Carl began to hump my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, but continued sucking as he fucked my mouth with full, gut-pounding strokes. I reached up to play with his nuts and felt them tighten and swell, indicating his approaching orgasm. I decided to let him come in my mouth and soon felt him quicken his pace. I heard him gasp louder, then exclaim, “I'm gonna come!” At that I sucked harder, prompting him with my swirling tongue.

Suddenly his dick swelled and spasmed. Groaning loudly, he blew his thick wad into my eager mouth. His rigid rocket shot spurt after spurt of hot jism down my throat. So immense was Carl's load, I couldn't swallow or hold it all. Some ran out of my mouth and down my chin. I continued sucking his wonderful organ until he pulled away. I backed away from the portal and watched Carl pull up and secure his pants, then leave his booth. Being extremely aroused by what had transpired, and feeling the cream dripping down my chin, I catered to my own upright prick, bringing myself off and gushing my pearly goo into a tissue. I could hardly believe that I'd just given a blowjob to one of my closest friends. It struck me as extremely ironic that Carl could make such a big deal bitching about “those damned cruisers” when he obviously had enjoyed their favors. I'm sure he would've been completely horrified if he had realized that it was me who was sucking him off!