Page 7 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

and I felt the humming vitality of him.
Muscles stood out in their nicely defined
groups on his body.
I reached down and took hold of his
cock. It throbbed in my hand, the veiny
meat as hard as a diamond drill. I gave him
a few leisurely pumps, and he moaned
into my mouth. I moved down to kiss his
throat, feeling his quickened pulse on my
lips. Working farther south, I planted soft
kisses on his pecs. When I gave one of his
nipples a playful flick with my tongue, he
murmured a soft laugh.
He rolled onto his back as I continued
my determined downward explorations.
I trailed my tongue tip through the tight
divot of his navel. His muscular thighs
moved apart as I settled my body
between them. His hard cock reared up
before my face.
I took hold of his shaven balls, feeling
them stir. Up close, I could actually see his
organ pulse. I aimed his cockhead toward
my mouth and, with just the gentlest
pressure, let the tip of my tongue graze his
swollen crown.
Ken cried out. I flicked his slit, picking up
a dewdrop of pre-come. The salty flavor
sent shivers of lust through my body. I
swirled my tongue around his head until it
shone with my spit, then I closed my lips
around him and started to swallow him.
His taste filled my senses. I caressed
him with my tongue as the seal of my lips
moved downward. Without even a grunt of
effort I took him into my throat, swallowing
him down to the hilt and making him groan
with pleasure.
I lifted and dropped my mouth on him,
deep-throating him every time. I applied a
firm suction and gently kneaded his balls.
Spit ran out of the corner of my mouth, but
I never broke the circle of my soft lips on
his hard member.
Before long, he jerked underneath me. I
heard him cry out, “Wait!” Then his come
was flowing freely into my mouth. Far from
pulling off him, I kept my mouth in place,
drinking every spurt of his cream.
When I straightened up, he looked

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