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Brooklyn-- I was so surprised when I read in Raunch (your STH book volume 11, pg. 68, "Sex in the News") about the Hare Krishna school molestation story. You see I spent 6 years as a Hare Krishna. Five years and 11 months in strict celibacy. You see men and women were separated in the cult and intermingling with girls was not allowed. So naturally I don't have to tell you what comes out of that situation.

I had developed a real crush on a boy named Andy. He had very beautiful features and a big lusty body. Really he was gorgeous, he could have been a model. We sometimes travelled together selling our Krishna books and living and travelling across the States.

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ne time we shared a tent in Arizona and he tried to coax me into admitting I was gay, saying how he met the devotees on a beach in Provincetown. Everybody knows that Provincetown is a very gay town.

Anyway I always lusted after him, he was a doll. We never really did anything. The only thing was one night in the Chicago temple as I was about to take rest in my sleeping bag on the floor of the men's ashram he came in later that night and squeezed himself between myself and the boy next to me (literally squeezed himself). It was obvious he knew I was there. Expressing excitement in seeing me, he settled down and we started to caress each others' bodies. He was so gorgeous I couldn't believe this was happening.

Anyway when I got to his cock it felt sort of undersized to my disappointment. I then could understand why such a gorgeous hunk would want to become a monk: the poor doll was "bite size."

I had become very strict in my celibacy and was a part of the big book distribution team in the Chicago center. The boys on this team were the cutest, most charismatic, sexy "celibates" in the whole movement. You had to be outgoing, too, because we used to distribute our books at the airports, which involved approaching people with hard-cover books and soliciting donations.

There was Joe who was so sexy you'd faint. He used to be a gymnast, so his body was hot, with the most sexy hands (I always look at a guy's hands. They can be a real turn on). I was in love with him. We used to shower together in this big communal shower; most of the ashrams had private showers, but not the Chicago center, so I got a real eyeful daily.

Joe was uncut and had a gorgeous long cock and sexy toes that I wanted to suck on.

Anyway my mind got the best of me, so I used to sneak into his room at night and listen for his snoring which assured me that he was in a dead sleep. I began jerking him off, making sure he never woke up.

This led to sucking his schlong which always got hard, about 9 inches and slender. He snored throughout. He never shot, but I would suck his dick without his waking for hours. I don't think he knew, but one night he woke up startled. At that point I left his room. I think he suspected something because days later I was sent to another temple in L.A.

I became friends with David, who was a devotee for 13 years but was obviously gay. David had a thing for little boys. Real little. He used to like to have them sit on his lap and fondle them. He later became a teacher in one of the schools and was involved in scandal after scandal, always molesting the young devotees. To this day he is still a Krishna devotee living in India.

Anyway, I drifted from temple to temple, finally ending up in the Miami center, where I shared a room with Newton, a Cuban boy, just joining. Newton had a lover before moving into the temple and was gay but very macho. He started to take me out to bars in Miami, smoke joints with me (drugs were also strictly forbidden), and eventually seduced me.

Newton was adorable. He was short and he had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, about 10 inches and fat. I hadn't even masturbated in 5 years. Usually I would have wet dreams after a couple of months or so. I guess my cum had to come out some way.

So when I decided that I wanted Newton as my lover, I took the initiative. The night before he fucked me, I jerked off, just to feel what an orgasm was like after so long. So I jerked off out the window of our room and it felt great. Now I was ready.

So the following night we fucked our brains out. I couldn't get enough of his big Cuban uncut cock. I was like a virgin after not having it for so long. I fell in love.

Anyway his previous lover found out about us and proceeded to get him back. I was heart-broken. So I decided to return to New York and leave the Krishnas forever, having experienced a real fuck as only a Latin boy can give to a man.

Since then (I left in 1980) I've had a few lovers. Although the most memorable was Jack, a Puerto Rican banjee boy who lived in the Fort Greene projects in Brooklyn. I met Jack in 1983 in Brooklyn Heights on the street. He called out to me as I was leaving a store. In the store were 2 sailors who started to talk to me as I was walking out. Jack passed by and I melted. He was so adorable, with his little goatee and big ears. He thought I was with the 2 sailors, so he looked disappointed and just walked by. I had to think fast, the sailors or Jack. The sailors were obviously drunk and I had never had sex with more than one guy at a time, so I followed Jack down the street, introducing myself and asking him if he wanted to "hang out." He said yeah, and that was to begin an off and on relationship for 7 years. (I still see him today even though he lives with a girl.)

Jack has a 10 inch fat uncut cock reeking of P.R. musk and is an expert fuck. He got me so addicted to anal sex. Now he wants me to call him and get friendly with his girlfriend. I guess so she won't suspect anything. I don't know if I should. I want him all to myself and I think it would hurt me in the long run. But he is not even faithful to her, being a "player." He will never be true to one person.

Last summer he used to come over and crash at my place with his Uncle Martin, who I thought so cute but could never have sex with because Jack was so possessive. I was his "good boy." But when Jack hooked up with this girl, Martin started coming over and eventually we became lovers. Martin is even better in bed. He has an 8-inch cock, uncut. I can suck on him for hours without him cumming. He knows how to prolong it. He loves to fuck me for awhile and tease me by letting it slip out every now and then.

When he comes he sometimes says, "I'm cumming baby, it's all for you!"

Now he's in jail. The woman he was living with got so jealous that he "banged" this other girl that she called his parole officer and they picked him up for violating his parole. He calls me every week and says if things don't work out with him and his woman, he'll live with me when he gets out in 6 months or less. I write him letters and he tells me to "keep it right" (my asshole that is). I miss him, the little freak, and look forward to hearing his sighs when he cums up my ass.

More than groceries

I have lots of stories. N.Y. is a real center for cock and after 6 years of celibacy I'm horny as a motherfucker. But as you see, celibacy is an unnatural practice, especially if you were raised in the Western culture where sex is everywhere. So it couldn't last, although I feel better that I wasn't fucking around that much for 6 years. Now it's like new to me (sex that is). Like a second puberty.

Talk about puberty. On Hallowe'en night I decided to come home after work instead of going to the parade in the Village. Before going home I decided to cruise the Heights. To my luck I was very shortly followed by a cute young black boy who struck up a conversation and asked if he could come home with me. I hesitated and said we should go to a nearby park. I told him to walk ahead and I'd follow him.

We went into the bushes and started to tongue kiss, dropped our pants, sucked each other's cocks and busted our nuts by jerking off on the grass.

He agreed to come to my house Friday night (it was Wednesday).

On my way home I stopped to buy some dinner at the supermarket. The hunkiest P.R.s work there and always look at me when I go there. But tonight there was a boy I had never seen before. He was hot with coffee skin and a cute Caesar haircut. He cruised me but I couldn't tell if he was mad that I was looking at him or happy.

He motioned that he would be outside. After I paid for my groceries I went outside where he was talking to someone. I stopped a few feet away pretending to want to light a cigarette. He came over and asked if I needed a light. I said yeah, at the same time I was writing down my phone number. I gave it to him. He took it and asked what I would do to him when he came over. I said "Anything you like baby."

Anyway Friday came and when I got to my apartment Chad (the young black boy) was waiting there for me in front. We went in, got naked, took a shower together, and he fucked me. He was only 17 years old it turned out and a track star at Tilden H.S. He had great legs, sexy toes, and a slim body. What a catch. I think he's going to be a steady. His cock is about 7 inches and sticks straight up on his stomach when hard.

More than a tankful

The next day Saturday my Muslim lover, Younis from India, came in the morning. I see Younis every week. We met about 7 years ago in a gas station he was working in in my neighborhood. I would go at closing time and he would fuck me in the gas station after closing. He's really really handsome and now works in construction. We've been regular fuck buddies ever since.

His wife lives in India. It was always a straight fuck with him, and just lately after about 6 years with him I've started to blow him and eat his ass. He loves it and always wants me to suck him till he shoots in my mouth now.

After Younis left, about 1 hour later Ralphie called (the P.R. from the supermarket). He was on his lunch break so we had to get busy quick. I couldn't wait for him to drop his pants. He said he wanted to use a condom so I knew he wanted to fuck me. He pulled his pants and nylon boxer B.V.D.s down to reveal a fat, brown, uncut, 9 inches, a real piece of hot meat. I suck on it for awhile. He asked if I had any porno movies. I said yes, I have straight and male ones. I said which would you prefer. He said let's try the ones with guys.

After awhile he fucked me, but the condom made it boring so he said he'd rather have a blow job. I sucked him for awhile but could tell he was tense, having to return to work, so I started to jerk him off a little to help him cum. He said he would do it and before he shot his load on his stomach he said, "Oh I'm coming eat my ass. He still had his pants on. He had not fully undressed, being rushed, so I couldn't get to his crack. Damn.

He shot his banjee load and his Dick stayed hard. Too bad he had to leave.

I hope he comes next week. Then I'm going to bury my face in his sweet Puerto Rican ass and eat it out for hours.

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.