Dear Pent House

Dear penthouse,

While I am sure, you have many letters; all hot, because I have read plenty of them; I decided I would share my story with you.

You see, I work for a small coffee shop inside a business. Not just any kind of business, no this place is awesome; always full of new people coming and going. Modeling, filming, even adult filming; lets say this place has everything and does everything. They even have private pool parties on the roof, on the roof! Can you believe that shit?

Oh right, well, only long-term employees can go up there. I have only been here six months under part time, how unlucky right? Well that is what I used to think. Any case I was only working here to pay for my apartment while I went to school on scholarships.

Oh right before I continue I think I wanna give myself and the other parties involved in this letter nicknames, simply because I don’t want anyone getting in trouble. At least I don’t think they own you guys too, but you never know; they are big. But that’s not the reason I kind of think leaving who we are a mystery. So let’s see, I’ll call myself Nar and him Tach. I was going to go with fox and weasel but if he reads this, I would probably die painfully, so I won’t go there.

Okay so back to my story. I work there as a server, not that kind; jeez, get your mind out of the gutters. Well wait, I am writing to penthouse so never mind. I work there as a waiter, there we go, that sounds a little less perverted.

Well for the last six months, I have seen people come and go; more than you would normally see in a coffee shop, and all kinds of people. There are only a handful of regulars; long-term employees that work on the top floors, then you have employees like me. There are the film crews as well those usually rotate; only the directors stay the same. It’s a crazy company that I work for; however, it is interesting.

And everyday around three or four is when Tach comes in. He sits at the stools right next to the main register, looking untouchable like a fucking sex gods from hell-- I would say heaven but he is wicked and devious and fucking sexy as hell. I have gotten into a habit of being the one to get him his orders, mainly because I’ve been here the longest and aside from the manger of the coffee shop, I’m the only one that has never been afraid to approach him.

Well today, he came in and sat in his usual spot; ordered his usual sugar free tea and turkey sandwich. These last five months we usually share the idle chitchat, you know the basics how’s it going? Having fun with work? You look good in that apron was told to me yesterday as he left, which left me to masturbate in the employees’ bathroom. Ever wonder why waiters wear aprons? Ask the hard on hiding under one. Okay it wasn’t that funny, so back to the story.

I was very interested in whatever he may say today, he has a very sexy voice, and I mean it alone will make you want to cum in your pants. That devilish smirk directed towards me wasn’t helping matters either. Moreover, all he was doing was telling me about the movie they had him doing this morning.

Before I could ask him, he asked me if I was busy this weekend, of course I said no and there you have it, we’re going on a date…

Ah, come on, you really think I would end it there with no hot sex? You wouldn’t even print it if I did. Really though, I didn’t even have time to respond. Actually, after he spoke he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. Before I could even register what was happening I was pressed against the wall in the employees’ bathroom. His tongue soft and so fucking experienced meshing together with mine. We weren’t fighting for dominance, neither one of us cared to; like neither seemed to care where we were. Hey, they had plenty of bathrooms; if anyone needed one, they could find another.

He’s just as skilled with his mouth as I thought he would be. Because let me tell you, that hot mouth and wicked tongue working there way down my neck seemed to be setting trails of fire; he quickly discovered my neck was my weak spot. Then he took his time unbuttoning my shirt. He may be more skilled teasing, but it didn’t mean I was a virgin or some shit like that, no, I know how to play back. So if he wanted to tease me I could return the favor, and I did.

His lips were still on my neck when I grabbed his ass, grinding our hips together as roughly as I could and enjoying the feel of our clothed cocks rubbing against each other. In addition, hearing the pleased groan leaving his lips only encouraged me more.

It wasn’t long before he was pulling away; I was painfully hard and I couldn’t take much more. We just started groaning softly as he started pulling off his shirt, stopping me as I started doing the same. I wanted more and now. However, he just kept his gaze on mine making my cock throb as he slowly undid my pants, letting them slip to the floor. I smirked though when he made a point to keep the black apron on me.

I guessed I should have figured after the comment yesterday about it; though I wasn’t complaining. I learned with this job to carry condoms and lube with you, you never know when they need a stand in, though it hadn’t happened to me, but it didn’t stop me from bringing those things with me everyday.

Well it was finally paying off, or at least the lube was, because the second the condom was pulled from my apron, it was thrown over his shoulder and I heard it land in the toilet. Now normally I would never touch or be touched by someone without protection, but I wasn’t in a position to leave, especially with that sinful mouth of his wrapping around my cock. Now at this time for my own reasons and in case he writes to you, I did not-- absolutely did not squeak when he did that, it was a manly release of my voice, ya there we go.

I’m not sure when it happened but somehow with the pleasure from his mouth, I failed to notice the finger inside me, I was hoping to top him the first time, but I wont deny that long finger massaging that spot inside me made me feel like coming. His cheeks were slightly flushed while I watched my cock disappear into the heated cavern, fuck it felt good.

I was so close and the mental images of cum dripping down his chin had me coming-- or at least I started to until he pulled back, gripping the base of my cock. I cursed; what man wouldn’t though? A string of saliva still connected his perfect lips to my cock. It was probably a good thing he intended to top our first time, because I was really having problems with controlling myself at the moment. Every little action kept pushing me and pushing me over the edge, but you don’t get it; everything he does, his looks, his voice could make any straight man jizz himself.

You know I never thought dirty talk was so hot before, but just hearing Tach talk about how tight and hot I was, really affected me. When things like that never had affected me before especially when it was about me, ya, he’s just that damn good, and he’s mine now, that just makes it all the more pleasurable.

I couldn’t help the displeased groan that escaped when those talented fingers left my ass; even though I knew what was coming would be even better. Still it was conflicting; I wanted to cum and badly, however, I really didn’t want it to end yet. Though he reassured me, it was not a one-time thing, as I said he is mine now.

Our lips met again in a brief but heated kiss, tasting myself on his lips. I really shouldn’t eat so much ramen, wait, that’s not right I’ll never stop eating it. However, that’s not the point, as quickly as the kiss started, it ended. I found myself turning around placing my hands on the door and spreading my legs. Suddenly the memories of high school and trying to rob the ramen stand briefly came back. But I pushed them aside; it was just that the position always brings them back, only this time I had a cock being shoved in my ass; it defiantly beats being maced.

I won’t lie; there’s a possibility that we were heard by a few people, maybe more, but no one had the courage to say anything because Tach was involved. He wasn’t gentle; not that I wanted him to be, but there was no time to adjust to the thick length inside me. Not that it mattered when his hips adjusted slightly slamming back in and into that spot that had me calling his name. I also won’t lie; top or bottom I am vocal and will make demands; harder, faster, scratch my back; pain doesn’t really bother me. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no masochist or whatever it’s called, but there’s just something about having a lover rake their fingers down your back and leaving marks the gets me off. Moreover, in my defense he was just as loud.

Right well back to it then, the pace was getting more frantic, my hands slipping from the door occasionally due to sweat. What can I say? No windows, it got hot in that room, really the moment we entered it. Anyways, he was gripping my waist tighter as the sounds of our bodies slapping together, mixing with our heavy breathing only served to bring us both closer to the edge.

What really did it for me was hearing him moan my name. It’s what set me off; my cum splattering against the wall. And the near feral sound he made as he filled me, I must admit, had me coming again and hard. Maybe it was just post bliss or something but I forgot to clean off the door.

Slowly enjoying the bliss, we casually dressed in between kisses and small nipping of each other’s bodies that almost led to round two. It would have if the company owner hadn’t started crying outside the door because he needed Itachi for a photo shoot. I have to laugh; even the boss is scared of Tach. I really think that he will be taking over the company soon; then again, with my over active imagination I could see him taking over the planet.

Oh, I guess I told you all you wanted to hear, no reason to go into his evil plots.

Talk to you again, soon I am sure; there will be many things we do I will want to share.

Sincerely
Waiter boy Naru