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Maine--An old high school lover of mine recently sent me a case of treasure which included books unavailable up here in the frozen tundra, among which was the gem, Lewd. It had been a long time since I read your works.

While I was delighted to have rich reading material, I was overjoyed to realize that you are alive, well, and carrying on. In an earlier book, which showed a photo of you sitting on a single bed, you looked thin and were smoking and I concluded your health was precarious. I, too, live alone and many such men neglect their diet.

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P>Congratulations on contributing so splendidly to the literature of freedom.

I should write out some moments from my daring past. Our brotherhood gains immeasurably by learning that so many others have had our urges. Here is one mild little memory.

Years ago, during the Naughty 60s, I flew out to South Dakota to interview at a college there for a coaching post. After a day's touring and meetings, they took me to a singalong bar where the crowd gathered around a piano and sang.

My hosts drank and talked sports with friends, leaving me to myself.

I glimpsed one of those men who instantly cause you to go weak at the knees and to feel butterflies, as if one were falling in a rapid elevator. He was blond, blue-eyed, not overly muscular, but neat, in a T shirt and white jeans which revealed a perfectly outlined, thick but not giant cock on the right side.

When he smiled, his teeth were perfect. He was holding a mug of beer. I moved gradually over to a spot in front of him and, figuring I could always apologize, first backed up ever so gently until my right buttock brushed his bulge.

He didn't move!

I could feel his cock get stiff with each "brush."

Not daring to look around, I folded my hands behind me, as Prince Philip does, and soon was gently rubbing hot marble under canvas.

By now I was barely able to breathe and felt as if I could faint, thinking how nice it would be if their coaching applicant ended up getting his teeth knocked out in a bar!

But I was saved by the distinct forward pressure of his cock against my hands. I gently squeezed it and then moved my ass squarely in front of it.

The crowd was so dense, nobody noticed. Everyone was rosy and happy and yelling the songs. He was gently but definitely humping my ass!

Suddenly panicking, I walked away to the men's room.

The door opened and there he was, beckoning, "Come with me!"

He unlocked a storeroom and relocked the door (he was manager!) and I sat on a case as he stood in front of me, permitting me the joy of unzipping the whites and exposing a beautiful cock.

He fucked my mouth oh, so gently, stroking my head. He was a beautiful and expert lover.

His cream was sweet and as he came, he hugged me tightly, his cock deep within me. We held the moment and, when he withdrew and zipped up, he prevented any awkward chit-chat by throwing his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

"Come back again!" he said, and out he went.

I turned down the offer at the campus there but every time I read or hear of South Dakota I wonder how my beautiful lover of long ago is. How lucky the man who earned his love and companionship! Gay life can be so beautiful. The memory is, for me, like a diamond.