Penthouse Letters From Hell
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com 

Part 1: Where Steven buys a copy of Penthouse Letters and finds his
outlook changed (mm) 


Steven shook his head as he drove through town. Just a year ago it had
been a thriving little community with chldren playing in the park and a
busy main street. Now, half the homes and businesses seemed empty, the
park was run down, full of litter, and he swore he saw some teenagers
shooting up drugs right out on the street. Anyway, he was glad he didn't
live here. He just had to pass through once a month on business.

 Steven looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, quickly approaching
from the west. He wanted to make it to a hotel before the storm broke. 
He was just leaving town when he saw the big sign that read, antiques.
The store had opened about a year ago and he had never stopped in. It
was Diane's birthday next week and he hadn't gotten her anything yet.
His wife had a fondness for antiques, so he decided to risk the storm
and stop in. 

******************** 

"Good afternoon sir," said the proprietor looking up as he entered the
store. "I'm Bob. If I can be of service let me know." 

"I need a present for my wife." 

"Well I have all sorts of needful things here," said Bob. "Do you have
anything specfic in mind?" 

"No, just let me look around." 

"Feel free to look in the boxes. As you can see, I'm getting ready to
move." 

"Business bad?" 

"Quite good actually, but I believe I've done all I can in this town.
Time to move on." 

Steven looked around the store, peering in boxes from time to time, but
nothing jumped out at him. He heard thunder rumble in the distance and
decided to get going. As he opened his last box, he inhaled sharply at
the sight of a copy of Penthouse Letters sitting on top of the antiques.
The cover showed a woman's torso from her abdomen to her neck. Her hands
covered large firm breasts. Her belly was firm and flat with a pierced
belly button. She had the sexiest body he had ever seen. "Is this for
sale?" he asked. 

"Everythings for sale," said Bob. "That's a very rare colectors
edition." 

Steven nodded. The magazine would help him get through the night. He
hadn't been with Diane in a week and could use some release. They were
both forty, but still had an active sex life, making love three or four
times a week. He walked up to the counter to pay for the magazine. 

"That'll be ten bucks," said Bob. 

"Take a check?" 

"Of course sir." 

"What's the date?" asked Steven writing out the check. 

"Friday the thirteenth." 

Steven nodded, filled in the date then asked, "does it hurt?" 

"What's that sir?" 

"Your sunburn." Bob had an even, reddish tinge to his skin. 

"Not that bad." 

Steven looked down on the counter. Bob's mail was sitting in front of
him. The letters addressed to a Mr B Eelzebub. "Unusual name." 

"It's Armenian." Bob slid the magazine into a bag. 

"Thanks," said Steven taking the bag. 

"Thank you sir. I hope your wife enjoys her present." Bob said laughing. 

Steven blushed. He had bought porn before, but it always embarrassed
him. He quickly left and slid in his car just as the first drops of rain
began to fall. By the time he arrived at the motel the rain had turned
into a deluge. He was soaked running from his car to his room. 

Steven stripped off his wet clothes and hopped in the shower to clean
off. After drying, he walked naked to the bed. His dick was already a
little plump at the thought of jerking off. He pulled out the copy of
Penthouse Letters, some lotion from his suitcast and laid down on the
bed. 

Steven spread his legs and stretched before opening the magazine. He
blinked at the pages, quickly flipping through them. He must of been
more tired then he thought because none of them would come into focus.
He flipped through until one suddenly beame clear and he started to
read. 

The story was about a marrried man away from his wife on business. The
man's dick was rock hard in his pants as he walked into a diner at a
truck stop. Steven smiled as his own dick stiffened up completely as he
anticipated the man fucking some lonely waitress. Steven furrowed his
brow as he read on. Instead, the man seemed to be looking for a male
truck driver. The married man was staring at the truck driver's
crotches. 'He's looking for some hung man to take home to his wife,'
thought Steven. These stories were fairly common. 

"What do you want?" grunted a truck driver. 

"Please, I want to suck you off." Steven groaned, he was reading the
male/male section. He hated that section of Penthouse Letters, but he
kept reading. 

"Alright faggot, I'll let you suck my dick." They went out to the man's
truck where the salesman proceeded to blow the driver's large cock
actually enjoying it when his mouth filled up with the man's sperm. 

Steven put down the magazine. He was breathing heavily and his dick
hurt. He couldn't deny that the story had turned him on and he felt a
little ashamed. He put the magazine down and was surprised to see that
his dick was as hard as a rock. He needed to cum real bad, but it was
actually kind of floppy. He tried stroking it a few times, but it
remained quite limp, though it was as plump as it was when fully hard.
He felt frustrated and horny as hell. 

Steven got off the bed and peeked out through the curtains. His dick
ached as he stared across the street at the truck-stop diner. Trucks
were pulling in and out as he watched the truckers running inside
through the rain. 
Steven closed the curtain, grabbed the Penthouse, and went to use the
bathroom. As he sat on the toilet, he leafed through the magazine
looking for the pictorial with the hot girl on the cover. The only one
he found featured a rough-looking muscular man and a woman who appeared
quite boyish. The angles all were from the woman's point of view. She
was kneeling, looking up at the man's twelve inch cock. She was pulling
it down towards her mouth, kissing the tip, licking the man's balls. The
man's dick was magnificent and beautiful. Steven closed the magazine and
set it beside the toilet. 

These strange thoughts were scaring him. He must of been away from Diane
too long. He needed a drink. He threw on some sweat pants, a tee shirt,
and walked out in the rain towards the truck stop. 

******************

"You some sort of faggot?" 

"What?" said Steven looking up from his beer at the big, hairy truck
driver. "Me? No, I'm married." 

"You been looking at our cocks since you got here." 

"No, I haven't," said Steven. True, he had glanced at the men's
crotches, but he was just curious if they were as big as the guys in the
story and the photo spread. 

"You're a lying cock-sucker." 

"Look I don't want any trouble," said Steven standing up. "I just wanted
a beer. Now I'm done and I'll be leaving." 

"Tell me you don't want this," said the trucker pulling his jeans tight
so that the outline of a large cock appeared running down his leg.
Steven just stared at it, his mouth watering at the sight of the outline
growing another inch. 

"Thats what I thought," said the trucker slamming a meaty fist into
Steven's stomach. Steven clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
"I'm outta here boys," said the trucker. "Next thing you know there'll
be pink flamingos behind the bar." 

Steven stayed on his knees clutching his stomach. He could hear some of
the other truckers chuckling as the big, hairy one left. He had never
been hit so hard. Actually, he had never been hit since junior high. He
stood up still clutching his stomach. "We ain't no gay pick-up bar,"
said the bartender pointing his thumb at the door. "Get the fuck out of
here." 

Steven stumbled towards the door and out onto the parking lot. His
stomach pained him again and Steven fell to his knees in a puddle.
Something moved before him and he looked up at the crotch of the trucker
that had hit him. Water dripped down the man's jeans. "My wife don't
like to suck my cock. Lets see how good you are." 

Steven was afraid the man was about to hit him again, then he saw the
man's bulge.  "I'm staying at the motel over there," he said. 

****************** 

The trucker followed Steven to his motel room. Steven's hands were
shaking as he unlocked the door. "I'll be right back," he said going to
the bathroom. 

Steven looked at himself in the mirror. He even looked gay in his wet
clothes. His tee shirt hugged his chest and the water made it see-thru.
He stripped off his wet clothes and stood naked before the mirror. His
dick had finally turned rock hard and it still ached with his need to
cum. Steven couldn't believe he was going to do this. He was a happily
married man with two children and his wife was so hot, even after twenty
years she turned him on. Now, his dick was as hard as it's ever been at
the thought of sucking some jerk off. 

Steven turned and left the room, his hard dick swaying before him. The
trucker looked with distaste at Steven's nude body. "I ain't the
cock-sucker here buddy. Just give me a blow job and I'm outta here." 

Steven nodded. The trucker had already removed his shirt and shoes. He
had a beer belly, but it was hard and muscular, as were his arms. His
chest was covered in hair. 

"I've never done this before." 

The trucker stood over by the bed. "Just come over here and take my cock
out. The rest will come natural to ya." 

Steven couldn't remember being this turned on, even when he first saw
Diane naked and this trucker wasn't even a good looking man. Steven
walked over to the trucker and fell to his knees before him. Steven
reached out a shaking hand and unbuttoned the man's jeans. He grabbed
the zipper and pulled it down. Steven pulled the jeans open and down
around the man's hips until the trucker was standing there in only his
briefs. The bulge under them was truly impressive. 

Steven found he was holding his breath as he pulled the underwear down
freeing the man's big cock. It didn't come close to the man in
Penthouse's foot long monster, but it was two inches longer then his own
and fatter. It was probably eight inches long and his balls were pretty
big to match. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as it
swayed before his face. 

Without a second thought, Steven opened his mouth and wrapped his lips
around the head. The trucker groaned as Steven swirled his tongue around
the cock head in his mouth. It tasted wonderful, even the salty pre-cum
leaking from the pee-slit. It seemed alive in his mouth. It radiated
heat and seemed to throb with each pulse of the trucker's heart. He
removed it from his mouth and preceded to lick down the shaft, even
licking the man's big hairy balls. 

Steven moved back up to the tip and pushed the head back into his mouth.
He began bobbing his head, sucking more and more into his mouth until
the head pushed into his throat. It was like his body instinctively knew
how to suck cock. He felt like gagging at first, but he easily supressed
it and the head slipped deeper into his throat. 

"That's it cock-sucker," moaned the trucker. "Suck my cock. You fags
really know what your doing. No bitch has ever sucked me so good." 

Oddly, the truckers crudeness only caused Steven to try harder. Steven
pushed until his nose buried itself in the man's pubic hair. He had
swallowed it all. 

"That's it faggot," said the trucker grabbing the sides of Steven's
mouth. He began thrusting his cock into Steven's mouth and Steven just
thrust forward matching the truck driver's thrusting cock. He tightened
his lips around the cock and was rewarded by a groan as the trucker
started thrusting faster. 

All to soon, the trucker's cock grew even bigger and then it jerked in
Steven's throat. Steven could feel it pumping sperm directly into his
belly, but he wanted to taste the man. He jerked his head back so that
the cock-head was in his mouth. Luckily, it blasted another large wad. 
It was the best thing he had ever tasted as his mouth filled with hot
sperm. Steven knew this would not be his last taste of cock. He'd want
it again and again. It was an incredible feeling to suck someone off. 

The trucker pushed him back so that Steven fell on his ass. "That's
enough faggot. Good job. I'm going to go piss, then I'm outta here." 

******************** 

Jake sat down to piss and grabbed the fag's copy of Penthouse Letters.
He opened it up and started reading a story. 

The story was about some woman getting fucked up the ass and how she got
hooked on anal sex. Only it turned out it wasn't a woman at all, but a
man who liked to get butt fucked. The man was a bully, who was getting
what he deserved, only it turned out he loved it. 

Jake shook his head to clear it. He turned the page and found himself
staring at a huge cock poised on some boyish looking girl's ass. The
next picture was a close up of the cock on the ass. You couldn't even
tell it was a girl's ass. In the next picture, the head of the man's
huge cock had disappeared into the girl's ass which was funny because
Jake didn't think Penthouse showed penetration shots. He wasn't
complaining. 

Jake had grabbed his clothes and planned on dressing in the bathroom.
Instead, he walked back out into the motel room nude. His ass itched as
he looked at the gay guy's hard cock. The man was squeezing it tightly
and looked frustrated. 

******************** 

Much to Steven's surprise, the trucker climbed onto the bed on all fours
so that his big hairy ass was facing him. 

Steven walked up behind the man and rested his dick between the man's
cheeks. The trucker seemed to shiver with anticipation. 

Steven's dick was as hard as it ever got. It didn't seemed plagued with
it's recent bout of limpness. He pulled back so that the head was poised
on the man's anus. He pushed and the trucker jerked forward. "Bring it
up here," said the trucker. 

Steven walked around the side of the bed and the trucker took Steven's
dick into his mouth. He sucked on it, slobbering all over the shaft.
"Needed lubrication," he muttered, kissing the head one last time. "Now
fuck my ass." 

The trucker seemed to have undergone a complete attitude adjustment and
Steven wasn't about to let him change his mind. He returned to the man's
ass, pointed his cock at the opening and pushed. 

"Ow, it hurt's," grunted the trucker. 

"This is for punching me, ass-hole," said Steven pushing his dick all
the way in with one hard thrust. 

"ughhhh," groaned the trucker. "Fuck, I feel so full. It feels great,
fuck my ass." 

Steven thought it felt great too. He had enjoyed his share of women
before getting married, but no pussy had ever felt this hot and tight
and when the trucker had briefly sucked him had felt incredible. This
was the most sexually satisfying encounter of his life. 

The trucker yelled, "fill me with your cum," just as Steven buried his
cock up the man's ass and shot his load. It was the best, most prolonged
orgasm of his life. 

Reluctantly, Steven pulled his dick out and went to the bathroom to
clean up. When he returned, the trucker had rolled over on his back. The
man's large cock had swelled again from getting his butt fucked. Steven
felt the craving for more sperm and crawled up between the man's legs,
taking the man's cock once more into his mouth. 

"Names Jake," said the trucker moving around to sixty-nine with Steven. 

It was only the begining of a long night for the two gay men. 

The next morning, Jake and Steven parted ways, both wondering if their
wives would ever satisfy them again. They agreed to meet once a week to
gratify each other. Steven felt he'd be needing some cock more then once
a week. He thought of sleeping with his wife and felt a little sick to
his stomach. 

******************* 

Diane was sobbing as she laid on the bed alone. It was a week after
Steven returned from a business trip and he hadn't touched her since
before he left. He was going out every night, returning early in the
morning and she had made up the couch for him tonight. Thats where he'd
be sleeping from now on. Anyway, she needed some gratification now.
Diane laid naked on the bed and picked up the copy of Penthouse Letters
she had found hidden in Steven's things. 

The End


  
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