AMERICAN GOES GAY IN GERMANY
I am a twenty-one-year-old guy who’d never ever dreamed of having anything to do sexually with some other guy, but now it’s happened. Here’s my story.
I am an American living in West Germany, and recently I met a middle-aged gentleman here. Let’s say Tom is his name. A married man with three kids, he looks very good despite his age. He has a mixture of black and white hair. Except for his prick, he has hair on every part of his body, especially his chest. His prick is a thick and beautiful nine-incher, and his balls—gee whiz!—’they can drive a person crazy. Everything put together, he is “sextastic.” By the way, Tom is forty-two years old.
Well, it all began at a supper while his wife and kids were away in Austria. When I arrived at his place, we sat down and had a drink and some chitchat. After about half an hour, he excused himself and went to his bedroom, explaining that he wanted to make himself comfortable. He returned a few minutes later with a robe on. I didn’t know yet that he was naked under the robe.
Well, then he asked me whether I was interested in porno movies. I said, “Yeah, sure I am,” which was the truth. I love watching porno movies.
Anyway, we watched two movies and I could feel my prick getting naughty. The third film showed three guys doing all sorts of gay things to each other. It was most instructional and I got so horny that I wanted to jack off. I excused myself and went looking for the loo. I couldn’t find it, so I went into Tom’s bedroom and started jacking away. In less than a minute, I came all over my clothes and the bed, and I tried to cool down.
I went back to the sitting room and found Tom sitting with his huge dick in his hands, watching another gay film. He asked me to sit down and watch him, for he wanted to teach me a new jerk-off technique. Again my dick was hard as steel and I had to let it out of my pants. When I asked him if I could, he looked at me and started stripping off my clothes very slowly. Before I knew it, his mouth was on my mouth. His tongue caressed my tongue. Within two minutes I was out of my clothes, standing in front of him in my birthday suit. That was when he took my prick in his hand and started stroking it. Then he was on his knees with my whole seven-inch prick in his mouth and his hand stroking my balls. It was fantastic!
The porno film soon ended, but not our fun and games. We lay on the carpet and engaged in a fantastic 69. We both came at almost the same time in each other’s mouth. His wad was huge and hot as hell. I just couldn’t swallow it fast enough. It was trickling out the corners of my mouth. I also came a lot, but not as much as he did.
Tom and I took a little rest, but soon his prick was standing tall again. This time he led me into the bathroom. He left me alone for a few minutes and then came back with two bottles of wine. After we got into the bathtub, he opened the bottles, poured the wine over my body and started licking it off me. Never before had I experienced anything so wonderfully kinky.
After licking all toe wine off of me, Tom greased up his cock and fucked me to glory. In the beginning it hurt, but then it was fantastic. I was sitting on his prick, which was completely inside me, and I was humping away wildly. When he had come in my ass, he said, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” When I did, I discovered for the first time that a man’s ass can be as pleasure-giving as a woman’s vagina.
Tom and I retired to bed for more fucking and sucking. The next morning, I admired his prick while he was still asleep. I woke him up with my prick inside him, and we spent that whole day in and out of each other’s mouth and ass. It was great!
Tom and I are still having our wild affair. His wife wants a divorce because of me. Tom has told her that he loves me and wants only me. I feel the same about him. We are very happy together.—
P.G., Stuttgart, West Germany
TELEPHONE INSTALLER GETS CONNECTED—IN THE ASS!
I hate to sound like a broken record, but until recently, I’d always thought that a great many of the experiences related in
Penthouse Letters
were there fantasies. Recently, however, I had one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Since it changed my mind about the veracity of the letters you publish, I’ve decided to share it with your other readers.
I am a happily married man who has always had a satisfying sexual relationship with my wife, but she is old-fashioned and doesn’t care for many deviations from what she considers proper. Before we were married, I’d had my share of sex with guys as well as gals. I do enjoy a good romp with a healthy, sexy guy, but I couldn’t live without pussy.
My wife and I have been designing and building our own house on the beach for over a year now. When it was almost complete, I asked the telephone company to come and install phone jacks. When the phone man came, I happened to be at home alone. I had been working and was all sweaty, so I had gone into the house to take a shower. No sooner was I in the shower than I heard someone calling out, “Hello! Is anyone home?”
I parted the shower curtain, and there stood this guy—six feet four inches, blond and tanned—grinning sheepishly. He was very embarrassed. After telling him that I would be right with him, I got out of the shower and threw on a robe. I walked out to the foyer, where he was bent over, fumbling with his phone equipment, and I couldn’t help but admire his ass. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He stood and turned around, asking where I wanted the jades installed. My eyes went to his crotch, which was bulging so much that I thought his jeans would split.
Well, that did it for me. My dick shot straight out of my robe. His eyes went from my eyes to my cock, and before I could say anything, he was on his knees and my cock was down his throat. His beard was doing wild things to my balls, and all I could do was moan. To avoid coming too soon, I had to push him away. This being the first sexual contact that I’d had with another male in ten years, I wanted it to last.
When I’d gotten his mouth off my meat, he began removing his clothes. When he stripped down to the nitty-gritty, I could see that he was hung with about eight inches. My cock is the same length, but his was thicker.
We fell on the floor and started to explore each other’s body. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my back and was sitting on my face! That really threw me for a loop, mainly because I had never done anything like that before. I had eaten my share of pussies, but had never tasted a hairy asshole before. He kept grinding his backside down on my tongue. The harder he did it, the more I loved it. His balls were riding up and down my chin, and his tool was making a slippery trail on my chest I was going nuts. I could tell that he was really hot and almost ready to shoot his load.
All of a sudden, he put his head down and took my hot tool in his mouth. He pumped up and down on it a couple of times. Then he got on his knees, resting his head on his arms and arched his ass in the air. All he said was “Fuck me hard”
At this point, I was so hot that I would have done anything he asked. I just slid up behind him, positioned my tool and shoved it into his hole. His ass was so wet from my saliva that my eight-incher slid all the way in, and he began grinding his ass against me. Just as I was really beginning to enjoy myself, he flipped over on his back, giving me much better access. He then wrapped his legs around my waist and went crazy. Until then, I’d thought that I was the one who was doing most of the work, but I realized now that he was providing most of the motion. I was getting the screwing of my life. That man had better muscle control of his ass than any woman—any whom I have ever screwed, at least—has had with her pussy Needless to say, he brought me off in a matter of minutes. At the same time, he squirted his big load all over me.
We made plans to meet again soon. Next time, he is going to bring along his girlfriend, because he has always fantasized about screwing her while he is being butt-fucked by a guy.—
Name and address withheld
COCKS NEVER PLEASED HER, SO SHE GOES FOR PUSSIES
My name is Samantha. I’m one of those tall, leggy, seemingly aloof gals that most guys go gaga about, but which few know how to handle.
The aloof part goes with my upswept brunet hair and a Ph.D. in what is called TESL—Teaching English as a Second Language. My job here, at a West Coast university, has brought me into contact with a lot of African men who have exaggerated ideas about their dongs.
Well, I took a lot of bragging from this one guy for about three weeks. He was given to wearing colorful Nigerian dress on campus and around town, and it was a kick to be seen with him. After an evening out, heading for my place, he’d nibble my ear and tell me just how many times he was going to get hard for me. He made a believer out of me—for a few hours, anyway. But then, damn it—well, there’s a helluva lot more to lovemaking than a stiff prick.
After that, I started dating some of the tennis clones on campus. I play tennis a lot, and they seemed to breed on center court. Most of them are virile and handsome, but those I bedded were lousy lovers. I mean, I like to dive between the sheets as much as the next lady, but I prefer to be sweet-talked along the way—and, afterwards, I hate being left abruptly, with only the moon going down on me.
Things were looking pretty drab as far as my personal life was concerned, although I enjoyed my work immensely. So much so that my good friend, Carol, who is the school dean and my boss, gave me a promotion and a raise, and named me as hostess to foreign visitors on campus. Carol, I should add, is a shapely brunet with a perfect rear end.
My first charges in my new capacity were two flaxen-haired charmers from Sweden. Their names were Inga and Lili. Both were rosy-checked, blue-eyed, and naturally, gloriously, blond!
On our first outing with them, Carol and I were obligated to take them to a faculty gathering. They circulated charmingly and furthered the whole foreign-exchange program with their sparkling presence. Once, Inga squeezed my knee under the table while a pompous professor babbled his admiration. I patted hers in return.
The next night, the four of us slipped away to an off-campus cocktail lounge. We introduced the girls to two or three presentable guys, but Lili seemed distracted, and Inga suggested that we four women just find a quiet table and talk. “We see guys all the time,” she explained. “It’s such a bore!” Thinking of my disappointing experiences, I nodded sympathetically. We moved to a dark corner table, where we sat down for a delightful conversation.
The girls from Sweden had traveled extensively, representing a prominent European university. I mentioned to Inga that my former husband was in Kenya.
“Then you’re not married, Samantha?” she mused.
“Not any longer,” I said. “He was like a little boy in a man’s body,”
“Well, maybe he’ll grow up in Kenya,” Lili laughed. “The natives really to get restless there.” She had her arm over Carol’s shoulder and impulsively kissed her cheek in amusement. Carol blushed and squeezed Lili’s hand. It excited me to see their contrasting blond and brunet heads so close together.
When the time came for Carol and me to get our visitors back to the VIP dorm, we invited them to play tennis in the morning. Lili said she had a tennis outfit with her, but that Inga’s had been lost in transit. “No problem,” I said to Inga. “You can borrow one of mine.”
“Weren’t they great?” Carol enthused as we drove home after dropping them at the dorm.
“Great!” I affirmed, remembering the heave of Inga’s breasts as she had laughed and talked so joyously. And I could still feel the warmth of her hand on my knee. Later, as I undressed for bed I discovered a wetness between my thighs and went to sleep feeling curiously more happy than I had been in years.
When we all met on the tennis courts the next morning, both the girls looked stunning, although it was obvious that Inga’s outfit wasn’t her own. She wanted to be my partner. Although flattered, I had strangely mixed emotions about this—maybe because, from the other side of the net, I would have been better able to feast my eyes upon her. I realized that I had some kind of a silly crush on her.
We played three sets, and when Inga and I won, she came over and hugged me. Her firm breasts pressed against mine, and one of her lovely legs ventured up between my thighs. I almost fainted. Probably I would have, except for Inga’s sudden scream of pain as she stepped back and clutched her crotch. I knew what was wrong instantly.
“Don’t worry,” I said to the others. “I know what to do. I’ll take her to the faculty locker room. I have something there that’ll take care of it.” I urged Lili and Carol to play another set, promising that we’d meet them later.
What had happened to Inga had once happened to me. She had borrowed a one-piece tennis outfit that I’d bought with more regard to fashion than comfort. The fabric was rough and the fit was tight. If you didn’t wear a pair of panties underneath, and if you were very active and perspired a lot, a friction developed in the crotch that caused a sharp burning sensation. Inga could hardly walk as I led her into the empty locker room and sat her down on one of the long benches. While explaining what had happened, I removed her shoes and socks, and got her out of the tennis dress. Then I went to get a towel and a pan of hot water. When I returned and knelt at her feet to give her first aid, I couldn’t help gasping as I looked up at her beauty. Inga wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard, probably from the pain.
I gently spread her legs and patted her vulva with the warm, damp towel. She stifled her moans of pain and reached out and putted my head close to her smooth, tight little tummy, where I could catch the scent wafting up from her reddened cunt. Although I was trembling, I had to use the towel very carefully to keep from hurting her.
“Does that feel better?” I asked softly, still kneeling between her legs. She didn’t reply, but her gasps of pain eased off into moans and sighs of pleasure as my movements became more rhythmic. Finally, she reached out and brought my face to hers. Our mouths opened to each other, and our tongues touched and intertwined as our saliva mixed and flowed. I moved my head tenderly down to her breasts, first kissing, then licking, then sucking, then nibbling, and when she sighed that she wanted me to bite them, I did, and she groaned with delight.