A couple of months ago, I wrote a letter to Penthouse about my experience in San Francisco with two gorgeous sailors during Fleet Week last October.

Well, after getting fucked senseless and loving it, I made plans to spend my Memorial Day holiday in New York for Fleet Week.

It had been three years since my last trip to the Big Apple, and, wanting to make the most of Fleet Week, I’d arrived in New York on Thursday night, dropped my bags off after checking in at the Marriott in Times Square. Then I made a beeline for the first bar on my list. I’d done my research and knew where to find the sailors.

The place was thick with tourists and sailors alike. I looked around, trying to decide what I was in the mood for. Then I spotted them — a guy and a girl at the bar — or rather they... Read More