Reading Penthouse With My Friends

I remembered this story after reading "A Letter to My Sister," about a guy who wrote a fake letter to Xaviera Hollander in the hopes that his sister would see it.

Back in the late 70's, Penthouse magazines were the ultimate turn-on for going-through-puberty me.  While the women in them weren't as hot as Playboy bunnies, the "Forum" stories (which I thought were real), along with the letters to "Call me Madam" fired up my overactive imagination. But my initial opportunity to nudie magazines came earlier.

My first exposure to them came one afternoon when I was younger, I was at my friend Mike's house, along with two other friends, Tim and Luke.  Mike's parents weren't home. We played ping-pong for awhile, then started talking about girls, though none of us had ever been on a date, or even kissed a girl.  After a while, Mike asked if we wanted to see something.  A few minutes later, he returned with some Penthouse magazines-they were his dad's.  Each of us grabbed one and we were all looking at them.  First we were laughing and nervously pointing out particularly good pages.  After a few minutes, we each grew silent, engrossed in our reading. I could feel my dick pushing hard against my shorts, and kept shifting to hide it.  I had never masturbated before, but had experienced a few wet dreams.

After awhile, Mike proposed a game. He spread out a sheet on the carpeted floor, and put a plastic ring from a ring-toss game in the middle.  As I recall, we each had a handful of marbles, and the objective was to toss the marble so it ended up in the middle of the ring. Someone asked what happened if we missed.  Mike said we needed to pull down our shorts and underwear and show our weiners.  It seemed dumb and embarrassing, but for some reason we agreed.  By the time we started, my dick was soft again

Of course, I missed almost immediately.  Tim said I had to pull my shorts down.  I remember being mortified.  Kneeling, I whipped the front of my shorts and briefs down for a a second, and let them pop back up.  It wasn't so bad.  Everyone laughed, and we kept playing  I think Mike went next.  I remember he held his underwear down and waved his soft penis side to side. We did this a few more times, and I couldn't seem to make my marble stay in the ring.  But each time, I flashed my dick.

At some point, Luke lost.  He nervously looked around at us, knelt on both knees,then slid the front of his shorts and underwear down.  He was fully erect, and I remember being startled by both the amount of his pubic hair, and the erect penis.  Don't get me wrong- I'd had erections before-usually in the shower.  But I'd never seen an erect penis straight in front of me from this angle.  It seemed to point straight up in the air.  The other three of us gaped.

We played one more round, but all of us made it.  Then Luke had a suggestion: why didn't we just all pull our pants down at the same time. I remember a weird tension in the air.  Mike said "okay," and Tim and I just went along with it.  Next thing I knew, we were all on our knees, facing each other, with our pants down. Luke's dick was still hard.

For some reason, we decided that the three of us should "race" to see if we could get our own dicks hard.  We each picked up Penthouses, with our pants and briefs pulled down to mid-thigh, and started reading. In a few moments, I could feel my dick stirring.  Glancing at my friends, I could see each of their dicks in various states of erection.  After a few minutes, we were all hard. joking around, and waving our dicks... "look ma! no hands." For some reason, it was hysterically funny.

After a minute or so, Luke lowered his voice.  "You want to see something?"  We all nodded.  He grabbed a Penthouse in one hand, opened it to a picture, grabbed his dick so it stuck our more in front of him, and started pumping, his other hand wrapped around his dick.  A few seconds later he began making a few grunting noises and white spurts erupted from his dick, landing all over the sheet.  

"Try it." Each of us started to rub, imitating his pumping motion.  Both Tim and Mike held their Penthouses like Luke had.  I left mine on the sheet, off to one side, open to the centerfold.  After a few strokes, I became aware my hand was getting wet, and looked down to see semen leaking from the tip of my penis, coating some of my fingers. It felt really good.  A few strokes later and I could feel a tightening sensation inside me.  Then, without warning, I gasped and unloaded spurts of cum onto the sheet.  With each contraction, I could feel the semen pulse through my dick before spurting out to land on the sheet. Suddenly, I felt embarrassed.  I wasn't sure if I should pull my pants up, or just keep kneeling there as semen dribbled out my softening dick.

Tim and Mike kept on going for a bit more, then quit.   There was some awkward silence, and then we all went home.  After a few days, things were back to normal.  We never mentioned what happened ever again, and there was never a repeat.

For me, it was the beginning of a lifetime of masturbation adventures.