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Los Angeles (1986)-- I regularly read your work and find it honest. My sexual pick-ups have been limited to downtown L.A. and to Latinos (mostly Mexicans) who speak little or no English and who are either "trade" or borderline cases (basically straight but unsure about their gay impulses) or who have been without sex for so long that they have no qualms about letting a guy blow them or in a few cases fuck them.

You really have to have their confidence to get them to let you rim their assholes, though. Occasionally you meet guys who do it just for the money (there are so many refugees and undocumented workers in desperate situations in this city) and I have paid on occasion.

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But for the most part there is something homoerotic in their psyches. There has to be. So I don't think they do it just for the money.

I'm Chicano myself but find myself attracted exclusively to Latino Nationals. I've never had an ugly experience with any of my pickups and find most of the guys very polite, masculine, and willing.

Downtown L.A. on Broadway is the best place to pick up Latino guys looking for a night of sex. There is also McArthur Park but most of the guys there are hustling. Most of the guys I've picked up in downtown L.A. have been Latino Nationals (not American born) and "trade."

One guy in particular I remember: Juan. I saw him walking down Broadway. He was tall and well built, around 30 yrs., dressed is jeans, cowboy boots, and a white cowboy hat. He was a classic sexy Mexican cowboy.

I drove around the block three times to try to get his attention. Finally I parked and waited for him to walk by and called him over to my car. It was around 1 A.M. so there weren't many people on the street.

He asked me what I wanted. I almost fainted, he was such a fox. Dark-skinned, a mustache, and super white teeth. He was built solid: strong arms, legs, and a nice chest (his shirt was open).

He spoke no English, although he said he'd lived in L.A. for two years. He was on his way home, and was walking to the bus stop. I offered him a ride home. He was hesitant at first but when I offered to buy him a drink he said O.K. He had been at a downtown dance club (straight).

By talking to him I found out that his work (construction) kept him in shape.

On the way to his house in the car I asked him if he was married. He said he had been in Mexico. I asked him if he'd ever made it with a guy. He said on a couple of occasions when he was in the army he'd let guys suck him off.

He asked me if I liked to do it. I responded by placing my hand on his thigh. He opened his legs a little and let me feel his crotch through his pants.

'He raised a leg'

We went to a cheap hotel. I asked him if I could undress him. I stripped him down to his jockey shorts, feeling and licking his body as I did. He had a sensuous musky natural smell and was also wearing a nice light cologne. I was feeling him up all over with my hands and my nose and my mouth. He was standing and I buried my face in his crotch, rubbing his cock and balls with my nose through his jockey shorts.

His cock was getting hard. I put my mouth on the underside of his balls and sucked through his underwear.

He laid on the bed while I undressed. He was a sexy sight, lying on the bed, his muscular legs spread, one arm behind his head and the other hand rubbing his hard on.

I laid on the bed between his legs and sucked his nipples. I worked my way down his chest and stomach and slowly pulled off his underwear. He had a lot of pubic hair. His cock was turned upward and hard. He had a beautiful cock and big balls.

I played with his cock and balls, teasing them with licks and kisses. His cock was long (around 7-1/2"), uncircumcised, dark (except for the pink head), and velvety smooth.

I sucked him for awhile, taking his balls into my mouth too. He would moan when my tongue would go below his balls to get to his hole. He said he didn't let guys touch him down there. I told him to let me rim him just to see if he liked it. He said O.K., just once.

I had him raise one leg while I spread his ass cheeks with my hands. He had a musky smell that was not at all unpleasant. I sucked his balls and worked my tongue down around his asshole. His body twitched a little as I did this. I licked his asshole and he moaned. asked him if I could fuck him but he said no. So I asked him to let me put a finger in his ass while I sucked him off. I told him it would give him more pleasure. He didn't say anything but raised a leg again. I took this as a "bye." I put spit on my finger and put it in his ass-hole.

I put his cock-- which was limp now and the foreskin completely covered the head-- I took it in my mouth and pulled back the foreskin with my tongue and teeth.

His cock grew in my mouth. I got his cock real hard and was sucking it hard. He was breathing heavily. All the while I was feeling hi« asshole. I put my finger in a little. He didn't say anything so I put it in a little more. He was tight inside. I could feel his asshole twitching.

He asked me to suck him faster and I put my finger in as far as it would go. He moaned. His body went erect and he shot a load in my mouth. His cum had a bland sweet taste. He probably hadn't come in some time because his cum was very thick and white.

He let me jack off while sucking his dick, balls, and asshole. When I came we washed up and got dressed.

I wanted him to spend the night but he said he couldn't. I drove him home. He lived near McArthur Park. He didn't have a phone and he lived with some family members. He said if I ever saw him downtown again to give him a ride. He shook my hand and we said goodnight. I never saw him again but it doesn't matter. Just thinking about him makes me horny.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.