Letters to Penthouse V

by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)

  I moved up the bed, kissing her face and mouth as she caught her breath. After that we must have dozed for a while. When we woke up we switched positions, arranging ourselves on our sides for a hot 69. We started licking each other’s pussy. If felt so exquisite that I was having difficulty concentrating on eating her out. But as we got into the groove of the sex, I could feel our rhythms blend and mesh, pushing and receiving, sucking and licking. We bucked as though riding wild horses.

  Judy came first, then guided me over her. I was actually sitting on her face, looking at her body on the bed, running my hands over her stomach and thighs. She pressed my pussy against her face. I wiggled and twitched, which only made her lick and suck deeper and harder. I came so hard that I thought I was going to faint. The strength just ran out of my body.

  Exhausted, I lay down on Judy, our sweat making our bodies slippery. I looked at her and said that I was glad I had come over for that glass of wine, and she told me that I was welcome any time.

  It was time for me to leave, so we put our clothes on and I went back to my own place. I was still really turned on, so my boyfriend and I made love before falling asleep.

  I went to Judy’s apartment several times while she was in class that summer, and we made love for hours. She went back to Denver in the fall, but has visited me since. We’ve been on skiing weekends, since it’s winter now. Where it goes from here we don’t know, but come what may I’m certainly glad we’ve had the chance to explore each other.—M.J., Denver, Colorado

  SOUTHBOUND SAILORS HITCH WITH OUR HERO, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

  I drove south in my pickup to get some furniture I’d left behind when I moved recently from Florida to Virginia. Midafternoon found me in South Carolina. I was getting stupid from boredom, and still had a long way to go, so I stopped at a roadside restaurant for a cup of coffee.

  Two young sailors, nineteen or twenty years old and dressed in whites, were sitting at the counter. We started talking. The guys, Tommy and Bo, were hitchhiking to Daytona. When I offered them a ride through Georgia, they eagerly accepted. They threw their bags in the back and crawled into the cab. Tommy sat in the middle. We drove along at a steady pace, talking about the navy and other things. After a while we just listened to the music on the radio. Bo dozed off.

  A little later Tommy nudged me and pointed to Bo. “He must be having a heck of a good dream. Look at that trouser snake running down his leg.” I glanced over and, sure enough, Bo’s cock was very obvious, pressed against his leg in his tight pants. It grew longer and thicker as we watched.

  “That’s some weapon,” I said.

  “You ought to see it. It’s huge. Eight inches at least.” Tommy punched Bo and he woke up. “That’s quite a slab of meat there, Bo. Shame it’s wasted. Some girl’d fall in love with you in a heartbeat,” he joked. Bo blushed and covered his crotch with his hands.

  We laughed, and took turns telling dirty jokes for a while. I enjoyed their company. It made the boring drive much more pleasant.

  I was really starting to nod—understandably, as I’d been driving for about ten hours. Around nine, I suggested we stop for the night. They wouldn’t be able to catch a ride that late, so I asked if they’d like to share a motel room. I agreed to pay the single rate if they would pay the additional charge for a double and share a bed. We found a motel on the edge of a small town and got a room with two double beds.

  Instead of going to a restaurant, we bought hamburgers and several six-packs of beer and took them to our room. After eating, and drinking several brews, I took a long, hot shower and stretched out in just my undershorts. Tommy and Bo decided to clean up also, and went into the bathroom. I turned the TV to an adult movie channel. I heard the guys laughing and joking around. Were they showering together? In a few minutes they came out, put on clean boxers, and sprawled on their bed. They watched the movie and made lewd comments about the action on the screen.

  Tommy suddenly exclaimed, “Damn it, Bo, you’re getting a hard-on.”

  “So what? Aren’t you? You’re just jealous.” I looked over, and indeed Bo’s prick was poking up.

  “Jealous of what?” asked Tommy. “I’ve got enough to satisfy you.” Bo laughed and playfully pushed at Tommy. That started them tussling about on the bed, then rolling on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Their lean bodies were twisted around each other like pretzels. Bo grabbed the waistband of Tommy’s shorts and pulled them down to his knees. Tommy quickly kicked them off. He reached for Bo’s groin and yanked down his boxers. The two naked guys wrestled playfully, each sporting a full erection. Their game became more and more sexual, as they rubbed together and reached for each other’s dick.

  Tommy finally just lay on his back. Bo crawled to him and held his cock straight up. “Go ahead, Bo,” Tommy whispered. “Blow me. That’s what you were dreaming about this afternoon, isn’t it?” It sounded more like a challenge than anything else, and I wasn’t sure how Bo would respond. Bo didn’t answer, but lowered his open tongue to Tommy’s prick. I watched as he sucked it greedily. He sank more of it in his tongue with each stroke, until his nose was buried in Tommy’s wiry, blond pubic hair.

  It may not have started seriously, but neither one of them was laughing now. Bo’s head rose and fell. Tommy’s whole body twisted and bucked. Bo removed his tongue and sat with his eyes glued to Tommy’s throbbing cock. He pumped it with his hand until it spurted globs of come onto Tommy’s belly. Bo traced patterns in the pond of come with his fingers.

  When Tommy recovered he looked at me, and said, “You liked watching that, didn’t you? Well then, watch this.” He led Bo to the bed and began to lick him from head to toe. Bo moaned with pleasure. Tommy finally sucked in as much of Bo’s eight inches as he could without gagging. Bo was so aroused that he was quick on the trigger and shot his wad. Tommy took a mouthful, but some drooled down his chin.

  Seeing these guys eat each other had made me horny as hell. I covered my engorged cock with both hands and tried not to jerk myself off.

  “Let’s see what you’re hiding there, sport,” Tommy teased. “Come on, Bo, let’s see if we can’t get some of that.”

  They crawled onto the bed on either side of me. Four hands roamed over my body. They pulled down my short and my cock sprang free.

  “Really nice, really very nice,” commented Bo. They each wrapped a hand around my prick. They licked my nipples, cupped and fondled my balls, and took turns sucking my willing unit. My cock went from mouth to mouth, and I found it impossible to decide which I liked better. Damn, they were cock-hungry. I tingled all over and humped upward to meet the mouths that took turns vacuuming my tube. They were each rewarded with a couple of big spurts of come, some of which fell on my stomach and pubes. When I finally stopped pumping it felt like my insides had been sucked out.

  After breakfast in the morning I took the guys to a big intersection and let them out. I wondered if I would be lucky enough to spot another hitchhiker on the way back home.—S.D., Winston-Salem, North Carolina

  LIFELONG FEAR OF QUEERS STARTS TO CRUMBLE IN THE BACK ROW

  A few years ago I went on an extended business trip to a mid-western city. I had been away from home for several weeks and felt quite horny, so I decided to go to an X-rated movie.

  I took a seat in the back of theater. When my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I was surprised to discover that most of the men seated near me had their pants unzipped and were masturbating. What the hell, I thought. When in Omaha, do as the Omahanians do.

  I suppose that every man who has ever attended an adult movie has fantasized about some gal coming in and sitting down next to him, looking for some intimate contact. Well, that didn’t happen. What did happen was a guy sat down beside me and whispered in my ear, “Can I jack you off?” I was speechless. Since I didn’t answer, I guess he assumed that I didn’t object. So he reached over and started pumping my prick. It didn’t take me long to start imagining that the beautiful blonde on the screen had hold of my dick.


  No one around me was making any noise. The silent intensity of all these guys pumping themselves off without a sound was much more erotic than the exaggerated moans and groans of the actors. I found myself straining to hear the soft gasps that were released around me each time one of my fellow masturbators started to come. I thought I could actually hear the sound of a guy in the row in front of me stroking himself. I saw him ever so slightly lean his head back, a look of concentration on his face. In the next second I saw all the tension drain out of his features, and I knew he was dumping his seed on the concrete floor. That was enough to give me my release.

  After I shot my load, the guy who had been doing me got up and left—to wash his hands, I suppose.

  I’ve always had nothing but contempt for queers. I wasn’t sure whether a guy who went to adult theaters to jack other guys off was homosexual, but I knew he sure as hell wasn’t normal. Still, I had to admit I had enjoyed my little adventure.

  A couple of months ago my wife went to visit her parents down south. After sleeping by myself for several nights, I decided to go see a dirty movie. I picked out a seat that wasn’t near anyone else, and after a while I had my dick out of my pants and was rubbing it.

  I had been enjoying the movie and my masturbation for a few minutes, when a man came and sat down a row in front of me. I put my dick away and zipped up my pants. But after a few minutes the man in front of me unzipped his pants and started fondling himself, so I pulled my dick back out and resumed my penile massage.

  After a few minutes I noticed the other guy glancing over his shoulder and looking at my dick. This gave me a weird, tingling feeling, but instead of stopping, I started kind of showing off for him. I cupped my balls with one hand and circled my cockhead with one fingertip of my other hand. With that finger I smeared the drops of pre-come that had gathered on the tip of my dick. He turned around and whispered, “Want a hand with that?”

  “Help yourself,” I murmured.

  That was the night I discovered there is more than one masturbation technique. He had some twists and turns that made it supremely enjoyable. By the time I blew my wad, I was twitching all over the place. I knew that several pairs of eyes were watching us in the dark, silently cheering on our progress. My come finally flowed down over my partner’s hand. He lifted it to his lips and licked it off. I’m sure that more than one of guys around us got off when they saw that happen.

  I’ve been back to the same theater several times, and have gotten a handjob almost every time. Most of the guys have their own technique, which gives each episode the excitement of variety.

  The anonymous nature of these liaisons makes the adult theater situation perfect. I feel like I’ve discovered a precious national resource that’s been going largely untapped.—Z.R., Chicago, Illinois

  HIS MARRIAGE IS BEHIND HIM, BUT SO IS A NEW ROUTE TO PLEASURE

  Last year after my divorce, I moved into a new apartment in a different neighborhood. My neighbor Ben and I quickly became good buddies. We would often get together after work, have few beers, talk, shoot pool or watch television.

  I quickly got the idea that Ben was interested in being more than just a friend, as he often touched me when we talked, and seemed comfortable saying things to me like, “You’re a very attractive man.” I’d never had a gay affair before, but I must admit I’d often thought about it. I decided that I would not make the first move—but if Ben did, I’d go along with it.

  One Friday night Ben stopped by my apartment. We had a couple of beers and smoked a joint, and then Ben broke out a gram of coke. When I saw the coke, I was sure he was going to seduce me. We did a couple of lines, after which Ben started talking about sex. We sat up half the night, doing blow and talking about the women we’d screwed, the different things we liked to do in bed, and the fantasies we had that had never been realized. As the night went on, I kept waiting for him to make his move, but he never did. He finally left at about o’clock in the morning. I was surprised by how horny I was when he left, and had to jerk off a couple of times before I could fall asleep.

  The next night, I fixed myself dinner and took a shower. It was a warm night, so all I wore when I got out was a tank top and a pair of beach pants. Ben stopped by about seven o’clock. He brought a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a bag of pot. After a couple of joints and a few drinks, I was again ready for anything. Most of all, I was ready for Ben. We were sitting on the sofa, and I scooted over next to him. I accidentally bumped his foot with mine. He bumped back, and before I knew it we were playing footsie.

  Finally he made the move I’d been waiting for him to make. He put his hand on my thigh, slid it up to my crotch and started stroking my cock. I instantly got a hard-on, which was obvious through the thin material of my pants. Ben undid the buttons of my fly, took out my cock and started jacking me off. After a few minutes of this, we moved to my bedroom, got undressed and got into bed together.

  We lay on the bed in a 69 position for several minutes, both of us silently working up the courage to bring our cocks and mouths together. At last, I took him into my mouth and started blowing him. A few minutes later he did the same. Ben had a beautiful cock. It was long and slender. He was circumcised too, and I was grateful for that. I could never have gone any further if I had been confronted with anything as hideous as a foreskin.

  I shifted to a more comfortable position and began sucking his dick in earnest. At first I could take only a few inches, but after a few minutes my jaw began to relax and I found I could fit most of his cock in my mouth with no discomfort. After a few minutes of sucking him, I could tell he was close to orgasm. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of him coming in my mouth, so I was almost grateful when he told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass.

  I got a towel, a condom and some lubricant from the bathroom. I lay facedown on the bed while Ben greased up his dick. He spread my ass-cheeks and shoved his cock up my ass, simple as that. The penetration was quick and easy. It was a little painful, but it was a pleasant kind of pain, a taut sense of fullness. After only a minute or two of thrusting the entire length of his cock up my ass, Ben shot his wad. I went into the bathroom to clean up. When I came out of the John, Ben was gone.

  We avoided each other for almost a week, but after a while I couldn’t stand it any longer. That Thursday, I waited until Ben got home from work, then went over to see him. He had just gotten out of the shower and answered the door wearing only a bathrobe. We didn’t say a word, we just walked into his bedroom and got undressed. His body was still moist and steamy from the shower.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his legs. His cock was still limp, and I could easily take the whole thing into my mouth. With my lips and tongue I worked him to a full erection so that his dick filled my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down as I slid his cock back and forth across my lips. He begged me to use long, slow strokes to make it last, but I was eager to make him come. I wanted to know what semen tasted like.

  I picked up the tempo of the blowjob, working his dick in and out of my mouth as fast as I could. Suddenly his cock swelled and seemed to explode. As he dumped his load and shot stream after stream of thick, rich come in my mouth, I paused to swallow it down, then licked his penis clean.

  We got dressed, went back into the living room and smoked a joint, and soon I went home.

  The next night I had just gotten in when the phone rang. It was Ben, inviting me to party at his place. It turned out to be a party for just the two of us. We had pizza and beer, smoked a couple of joints and then went into his bedroom, got undressed and got into bed. Ben already had a hard-on, so I went down on him. He was so turned on that he came fast. It really took me by surprise to have his sperm spilling across my tongue after only a few moments of sucking.

  I put my hands on his head and guided his mouth to my cock. He hesitated before taking me in. It was obvious that he was still uncomfortable giving me a blowjob, and I had to coach him along. He soon got the idea and bega
n sucking my dick with style and enthusiasm, keeping it nice and wet with long slurps of his tongue. Unfortunately the moment was somewhat ruined when I came in his mouth. He jumped up, slapped a hand over his lips, ran into the bathroom and spit my jism into the toilet.

  After brushing his teeth, he came back into the bedroom. We huddled together in bed and smoked another joint. I teased him about not swallowing my come, and stroked his cock until he was hard again. I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. Then I took his balls into my mouth one at a time and rolled my tongue over them. It was a long, slow blowjob. I deliberately took my time, bringing him to the edge of orgasm several times before finishing him off. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  The next morning we woke up, had breakfast and took a shower together. I squatted down in the tub and sucked Ben off. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. He got the idea, squatted down, took my cock into his mouth and blew me. This time he got right into it, sucking me dry in record time and even swallowing my come!

  After we dried off, we moved to the bedroom. Ben asked me to butt-fuck him. He got down on his hands and knees, and I greased up his asshole. Fucking his ass was pretty much like fucking a pussy, although it was much tighter and drier. Ben and I both took a long time to come. It was a long, slow process. We started out slowly and built up the tempo and rhythm of our fuck. Ben cried out that it felt like he was being split in half, but he didn’t want me to stop. I shot my wad deep into his bowels just as he sprayed the sheets with his own spunk.

  Ben recently moved out of town, but I will never forget the good times we had together. It was an unexpected introduction to single life, but one I do not regret.—B.T., Maui, Hawaii