Quite recently I ran into Tony, who was outside repairing his parents’ mailbox.

He was wearing only shorts and sandals, so I was able to see much of his fantastic body up close. He invited me in for a cold drink, saying there was something he wanted to speak with me about. As we sat at the kitchen table with glasses of iced tea, he seemed to be a little anxious, so I asked him what was on his mind. “Well,” he said, “I just wanted to tell you that I saw the letter you sent to Penthouse.”

Now I was the one getting anxious. I started to apologize, but Tony stopped me and asked that I listen to what he had to say. He wanted to explain that he had made the tape as an audition for an adult-film producer who had recently paid one of Tony’s friends quite well for a similar tape.

Tony went on to tell me that he had not been hired for the job, and that the rejection had shattered his self-confidence, even causing him to doubt his own sexual abilities. He said he was glad that I’d found the tape, and he was especially grateful that I’d written the letter to your magazine. It seemed my words had given him a huge boost and restored his self-confidence. As he thanked me again, I felt surprised and relieved.

After an awkward pause, Tony asked if I had really “fingered myself to a series of blistering orgasms” in his parents’ bathroom. I blushed with embarrassment, but nodded. “Wow,” he said, “I sure would love to see that.”

This was becoming very intriguing. I confessed that I would love to see Tony perform live, to which he responded, “Oh, I can do that. Sure.”

Tony told me his parents were away, and suggested we go up to his bedroom. I sat in the desk chair. He kicked off his sandals, then stood by the bed and took a deep breath. “Here we go,” he said.

His shorts were already bulging. Looking right into my eyes, Tony slowly unzipped his shorts, let them fall to his ankles, and kicked them away. He lowered his boxers very slowly. As the waistband slid below Tony’s hips, I glimpsed his pubic hair and felt myself getting quite wet. Tony moved his underwear farther down until his pulsing cock popped up as if it were spring-loaded. He stepped out of his boxers and slowly turned around so I could see his tight, muscular ass. Lying down on his back, breathing heavily, his face flush with excitement, he wrapped his trembling fingers around his shaft and began pumping, turning his head toward me and staring into my eyes as he stroked.

At this point I was so excited I started to tremble. When Tony’s heavy balls drew up snug to his body and his toes began quivering, I knew he was about to go over the edge. Suddenly his body arched and he yelled with pleasure as thick gobs of his come shot into the air like a geyser.

When he finished, Tony cleaned himself up and directed me to his bed. I slowly pulled off my shirt and bra to let him see my tits. Tony’s eyes were wide with anticipation as I slid my shorts and then my panties down my legs. It was obvious I was very wet. I slid my fingers up, down, and across my swollen clit. After several minutes I moved my fingers faster and faster as I felt my climax approaching. When I looked at Tony and saw that his huge cock was rock-hard and throbbing again, I came like never before. My hips bucked as my body was consumed by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

When I came back to my senses I realized that Tony had moved closer to me on the bed and was furiously humping his hand. He soon groaned and came again. It was quite an intense experience for us both.

A few days later Tony called and invited me over. He answered the door wearing just a pair of gym shorts, which were again bulging. He took my hand and led me to his room. This time he looked into my eyes and politely asked if he could touch me. I was so excited I nearly fainted.

He slid his hands under my blouse and gently touched my breasts and nipples with his trembling fingers. After a few minutes he stopped and just stared into my eyes, then slowly brought his lips to mine. All at once I felt his fingers running through my hair, the tips of his toes nudging mine, and his bulging boner pressing against my body as our tongues entered each other’s mouth in the most electrifying kiss of my life.

Tony helped me out of my shorts and soaked panties and gently moved his fingers to my yearning pussy. His touch just set me on fire. He guided me onto his bed, and using his fingers he quickly brought me to the brink. Sensing that I was about to come, he stopped to let me cool off just a little. Then he brought me to the edge again. He did this over and over, keeping me trembling and moaning on the verge of orgasm for close to half an hour. When I asked him to finish me off, Tony smiled and began teasing my twat with his tongue. When I neared the breaking point again, instead of stopping, Tony lapped furiously at my clit, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. I writhed and screamed with delight.

Once I’d caught my breath, Tony doffed his shorts and we quickly switched places. I brought my fingers to his steel-hard cock, which throbbed under my touch. I knew Tony was very excited, but he just sat back and let me have my way with him. Remembering what he had done for me, I was determined to not let him shoot off too quickly. I gently fingered his swollen cock and felt his engorged nuts until they were about to erupt. Then I moved my fingers away and just stroked up and down his muscular legs until I had him close to exploding. I gave him just enough stroking to keep him on the brink, but not enough to push him past it. Tony’s mouth hung open. He panted like a dog and moaned every time I touched him. When I saw that his fingers and toes were beginning to quiver and twitch, I decided to finish him off. Tony threw his head back, then thrashed and groaned while come shot into the air. Afterward he told me that no one had ever made him feel so good.

The following week I had to go out of town, and I missed Tony terribly. I returned home on a rainy Saturday morning. I’d been in the house only a few minutes when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Tony, in the pouring rain. His hair was soaked and raindrops were cascading down his cheeks, neck, and bare chest. His shorts were dripping wet, displaying that obvious bulge. Rainwater was streaming down his legs to his bare feet. He looked so sexy it took my breath away. He looked into my eyes and told me how beautiful I looked and how much he had missed me. He said that his parents were away for the weekend, and asked me to go with him back to his house, which I did without hesitation. Halfway there he stopped to kiss me. Then he held my hands, looked into my eyes, and said, “While you were away, I bought a box of condoms, and I would really love to use them with you.” We ran the rest of the way.

Once we were in his bedroom we quickly got naked and dried off. We were both very excited and raring to go. Tony’s penis is very large, so he moved slowly and gently, easing his way in. When he didn’t start thrusting right away I asked if something was wrong. “No,” he replied, “I’m just savoring this moment.”

His tenderness was thrilling. Tony’s large cock felt incredible inside me, and soon our passions overwhelmed us. Before long I’d wrapped my legs around him and we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. When I saw that about-to-lose-control expression on Tony’s face, it sparked my climax, which immediately triggered his. As we came together we clung to each other so tightly it was almost as if our bodies had become one.

We spent the next several hours naked on Tony’s bed, alternating periods of soft, intimate conversation with more rounds of wild, passionate sex. Sometime during this day we both realized that we were falling in love.

Tony is just an amazing man. When I stare deeply into his bright blue eyes, I see both fiery passion and a gentle tenderness. We’ve been living together for several months now, and Tony is the best friend and the best lover I have ever known.