Penthouse Uncensored V (24 page)

I was a willing student. Every night we eagerly stripped as soon as we were alone. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The education was exciting. Our bodies joined in every possible way and position. John especially like being fucked in the ass, and I learned how to give an expert blowjob. I think we each came at least twice each night and were ready for more the next day.

The week was over too quickly. John and I see each other occasionally at work, where we continue to be flirtatious and sexy around each other in a very unassuming and subtle way.

For example, if I was bending over at the water fountain drinking water, and if no one was around, John would ease up to my backside and rub his tailored trousers against me, nudging me with a bulge I could feel between his legs.

One Friday afternoon, in a playful mood, I sent him an E-mail message on the computer system at work, asking him to meet me in the men’s room, back stall, corner wall, for the treat of his life.

I sat on the toilet with my feet resting on the paper dispensers as John eased into the stall. Without a word being said, he whipped out his cock and let me suck him dry right there in the stale, dry atmosphere of the corporate world. I often wonder what would have happened if the CEO had been in the next stall, but luckily everyone had pretty much left for the day when we rendezvoused.

It was a risky deal, nevertheless, and we haven’t done a thing since the restroom episode. Not that it might not happen again in the future, but I am very happy right now with my lady friend.

I realize now that I’ve always been bisexual and wouldn’t change back to being purely straight even if I thought I could. —
C.B., Chicago, Illinois

STRAIGHT MAN LOSES IT AT THE MOVIES

Here’s an experience that you might find worthy of inclusion in your “Boys-Boys” section.

I’m a straight, thirty-five-year-old, average-looking businessman. I’m married to a beautiful gal who is equally straight, and we enjoy a super sex life.

Gay sex has always been in the category of “fine for them, but not us.” In other words, live and let live.

That changed about six weeks ago when I found myself out of town on a business trip and had the entire afternoon and evening to myself. About two blocks away from the headquarters of my client, there was a porno-movie house.

I haven’t seen much porn so I paid my five bucks and went inside. It was an old classic movie palace, big, dank and dark. Downstairs were the hetero-sex films on a very large screen, while upstairs, on a walled-off portion of the old balcony, was a smaller theater for gay films.

I watched the straight films for a while until I was quite turned on. Since the theater was nearly empty, I rubbed my erect cock through my pants, and although I was dripping, I didn’t come. I took my hands quickly out of my lap when a guy sat down right next to me.

In an almost empty theater, he picked the seat next to mine, which I assumed was some kind of strategy on his part. I figured I would sit there a couple of minutes, and then move to another more private seat where I could continue my self-indulgence. I didn’t want to appear too obvious about it, however.

Before I got up to leave, this guy suddenly reached over and touched my softening penis. Startled by this violation, I pushed his hand away, and moved to get up. I don’t remember saying anything to him, except for maybe an angry grunt. Instead, without saying a word, this guy got up and moved some distance from me.

I went back to watching the picture and, as a well-endowed guy filled a gal’s mouth with come, I let my hand busy itself with my prick.

Now, I had never in my entire life ever had any sexual contact with another man, but watching the picture I got horny enough to think that maybe I should have let the guy play with me. It was fantasy watching the movie anyway; I could always pretend it was the woman on the screen doing me instead of this rank stranger.

I looked over and I could just barely see that he was still sitting where he had moved. I said to myself, What the hell, and I went over and sat down next to him.

As I sat down, he whispered, “Change your mind?” I nodded. As I looked around to be sure there was no one watching, he unzipped my fly.

I was surprised how soft his hands were on my cock. It was a few nervous minutes, though, before it began to feel good. I looked at him. He was good-looking, probably early twenties, with short hair, a clean shave and nice preppy-looking attire.

Like me, the stranger watched the movie, jacking me off slowly while his eyes feasted on the lusty action on the big screen. He stopped long enough to pull out his own cock, and while he stroked me, he also masturbated with slow, deliberate strokes.

Once, when I was about to come, I grabbed his hand, as I was sure I was about to ejaculate all over myself, but my signal was understood. He squeezed the tip of my prick between two fingers, cutting off the imminent flow of spermy glue. It certainly kept me from coming completely, but I did drip a little onto his fingers.

When he released his grip, a small amount of semen squirted out and I notice him lick the stuff off with his tongue. He looked over at me and smiled.

Without really being conscious of my action, I reached over and began to play with his cock, keeping my eyes peeled on the screen.

His boner was larger than mine, and I was surprised at how hot and moist it was. I realized it was pulsing with his blood and lathered with his saliva.

I stroked him slowly and cautiously, and by now I was enjoying playing with him and being played with. The action on the screen drove my passion.

I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but suddenly he was on his knees, on the floor between the seats, with my cock in his mouth.

My wife sucks on my cock beautifully, but this guy was just as good, and at the same time, there was something even a little better about it.

He was holding the base of my cock with one hand, and had reached into my fly and was playing with my balls with the other. His mouth was up and down on my entire shaft. I started to come a couple of times, but he sensed it and I was able to hold off.

After the second time, he said, “Go ahead and come.” But I had another idea.

He got back into his seat, and I told him that if I came, I might not be too horny, and before that happened, I wanted to suck him.

Now remember, I had never even had fantasies about sucking another guy, but here I was, really wanting to put my lips around that hard, hot, wet thing he’d been fondling while sucking me off.

I kneeled between his legs and sucked his cock. I was really enjoying it too. Like I said, he was hung, and I couldn’t suck as deeply on him as he had been able to on me.

A couple of times I felt him tense up, like he was going to come, and I backed off. Pretty soon, I wanted him to come in my mouth, and I speeded up the action, allowing him to gyrate in his seat, fucking my mouth.

He came, and I was again surprised because I didn’t find the taste or the texture unpleasant one bit. My only surprise was the hotness of his come—like motor oil on a summer afternoon.

I swallowed as much as I could, but he ejaculated so much that some of his jism came back out of my mouth and down his cock. I licked it up, and almost frantically we swapped places and I found myself draining into his mouth the biggest load of come I’d had for a long time.

Now with my wife, when I come, I’m usually finished—no longer that interested in sex, but with this guy, I had just finished a huge orgasm and I was still ready for more.

My prick started to get soft in his mouth, but he kept sucking and, in what seemed like a short time, I was hard again.

He zipped up his pants, I did the same, and he took me to the men’s room. In the light, he was not a bad-looking guy. As we both took a leak he asked me if I wanted to continue. I told him yes, and that I was surprised to find that I was eager to suck him again.

We went upstairs to the gay theater. There were five guys sitting in a group and we joined them. This guy I was with told them I had just lost my virginity, and wanted to get it on with anyone willing. One of the guys volunteered to “watch the door,” and in the back corner of this small theater, me, Mr. Straight— with wife, kiddies, job, etc.—sat comfortably in a theater seat and sucked and swallowed five guys.

One guy, the youngest, sucked me through two more climaxes, while I watched these two beautiful boys butt-fucking on the big screen.

I told my wife in pretty graphic detail of my “initiation,” and it turned her on so much that she had an orgasm the second I penetrated her pussy.

She confessed for the first time that during high school she had bisexual activities with another girl, and that about three years ago, she had met the same girl for lunch. They went to a motel and made love to each other.

I hope to meet some other guys in the future. My wife wants to watch and, if they wish, take them on in a wild gangbang. —
C.M., Charlotte, North Carolina

FISHING BUDDIES ENJOY LIFE IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS

I’d like to share the experiences I’ve been having with two buddies of mine, Roger and Jim. We spend a lot of time fishing, often camping out on weekends.

Roger, Jim and I have become very close, not only from our fishing adventures, but because of our sexual recreation. Roger started it all three years ago when we were younger and a lot more experimental.

We had been fishing about two hours when he suggested that we stash our fishing rods and take a nude swim in a deepest portion of the river.

We played around a bit in the currents, then Roger swam to the shore and emerged, sporting a truly beautiful hard-on. Jim and I swam up and emerged beside him. We all laughed and then Roger began stroking his dick and moving his hips in a rotating fashion.

This immediately caused Jim and me to get throbbing hard-ons. We all stood together in a small circle pumping our glistening cocks in a mutual jack-off session.

All of a sudden Roger put his arm around my shoulder and grabbed my cock. I decided to do the same with Jim, who then took over Roger’s prick. We had a glorious time stroking one another’s shafts in an almost musical rhythm.

All three of us were moaning and thumping our asses to increase the pleasure of this wildly incredible experience. Believe me, we really had three raging erections all going at once toward one goal.

Jim gasped and said he was about to come. I immediately let go of his cock, dropped down on my knees and took his shaft deep into my mouth. I will never forget the feeling I got the first time I swallowed dick—buzzed!

Jim sighed with delight and began moving my head back and forth. It was a fantastic experience when he unloaded three huge wads of warm come into my mouth.

I lay down on the grass with my spent cock still unbelievably pointed to the sky. Roger quickly mounted me in a 69 position. It was great fun using Jim’s come in my mouth as a lubricant on Roger’s huge dong.

Then Jim said he wanted to join the party. He took over my prick and Roger began sucking Jim’s penis, a homo orgy of glorious proportions.

After about five minutes of mutual sucking, Roger gasped and moaned that he was ready to come. He moved his prick faster and faster and deeper and deeper in my mouth. When he unloaded his silky wad, I greedily swallowed it in three gulps. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I delivered my load in Jim’s mouth and, at just about the same moment, Jim dumped his wad in Roger’s mouth.

We stood up, laughed and kissed one another, letting the come drip all over our lips and chins.

Then we all jumped into the river pool and had fun diving down and playing with our cocks.

I still fish as often as possible with Roger and Jim, and we always look forward to our private jack-off party. We have made it a ritual.

Sometimes we even catch a few fish to take home.—
K.B., Roanoke, Virginia

EMPLOYEE BLOWS OFF COMPANY PICNIC TO PARTY WITH HIS BOSS’S WIFE

I want to tell you about a recent experience that I can’t believe actually happened to me. A few months ago, the company I work for held its annual picnic for employees and their families. My boss, who was responsible for the picnic, spent the day of the outing making sure that everything went smoothly. I found myself talking to my boss’s wife Kathy, who was left to herself as her husband took care of the details.

When my boss finally returned to his wife, it was obvious that he had been drinking. Kathy was upset over being deserted by her husband and then finally having him return drunk. She asked me if I would take her home. I said it wouldn’t be a problem.

When we arrived at her house, I walked Kathy to the front door. I had turned to leave when she asked if I wanted a drink. Never one to refuse a drink, especially from such an attractive woman, I accepted the invitation. Kathy is in her late twenties, five feet, eight inches tall, with auburn hair and emerald eyes. Her perpetually erect nipples sit atop small but perfectly formed 34B breasts. She has the longest pair of legs I have ever seen. I’m thirty-five and good-looking, partly due to my love of biking and hiking and partly due to favorable genes.

With the drinks came conversation, and we soon discovered that she and I had more in common than her husband. Our conversation eventually turned to sex. I began to get an erection, and soon Kathy noticed the bulge in my shorts. Looking directly at my crotch, she asked if I was comfortable. I replied that I was as comfortable as I was going to get with my boss’s wife. Smiling, she said, “We’ll see about that.” She softly began to run her red fingernails along the outline that my erection made under my shorts. In response, I cupped her breasts in my hands and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs through her blouse.

Kathy pulled off her top and reached behind her back to un-clasp her bra. She sat there looking at me, her breasts unencumbered, waiting for me to make the next move.

Her erect, pink nipples begged for attention. I positioned her on my lap so that I had easier access to her beasts. I softly pulled and twisted her left nipple and sucked on her right nipple. Kathy’s nipples stood out at least half an inch. She whimpered, “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” I continued to play with her nipples until she pulled my head back and kissed me hard on the mouth. She jabbed her tongue into my mouth, plunging it as deep as it would go. My cock seemed to grow another inch as a result of her efforts. In a breathless voice, she said, “I want you now.” I told her to stand up and take the rest of her clothes off. I wanted to see all of her body.