Letters to Penthouse V (46 page)

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