Sex Histories	Sex Histories Archive

California-- See if the following is what you want. Believe me, every bit is true. I keep a diary of memorable experiences so I have a record of names, cut or uncut, sizes and balls, and all that good stuff. Dates, days, and times included.

When I went into a porno movie house in Dallas one cold, rainy Friday morning, I knew it would be a good day because the rain would drive a lot of horny construction workers in. Also, there were regulars I met there almost every Friday.

Regulars knew I always sat in the same place-- next to the last seat, back row, left-hand side. Not only was it the darkest spot in the house, but there was more leg room because of how the seats were installed.

I

View our poll archive

t was a little early for the regular crowd but from the number of pickups in the parking lot I'd guessed right about the construction workers. Hot damn! As soon as I sat down in "my" seat I lit a cigarette so guys could see someone was back there.

Company soon arrived in the form of a big, heavily mustached, bushy haired guy in his mid 30s. He was wearing overalls. He was wet and as soon as he sat down he borrowed a smoke. That led to a little conversation about how hot the movie was making him, which naturally resulted in an offer from me to cool him down, which he readily accepted.

I got him to move over into the end seat so he could be more comfortable and in no time I was deep-throating about 7-1/2 inches of fat, uncut cock and softly squeezing his big hairy nuts. His big hands held my head while he thrust up, fucking my mouth. When he came about five minutes later I swallowed every drop of his sweet, ropey, thick, cum.

Only when the guy let go of my head did I discover a man sitting beside me. He'd arrived sometime while my face was buried in the other guy's lap.

The new guy-- a real tall, thin, angular, red-haired guy with a big Adam's apple-- said it looked good. He looked clean, wore jeans and a work shirt, and there was a long, thin, cut cock standing straight up in his right hand. Number 1 left, thanking me, and Number 2 squeezed past me to take that seat, dropping his pants to his boot tops before he sat down. He scooted down and his cock stood tall. It took a couple of tries but I found the right angle and swallowed his long cock down to his nice thick bush.

I was sucking away when a voice asked if I was any good. "Damn good," my partner assured him, and told him he wouldn't be long.

He wasn't. I had to swallow fast, so much cum erupted from his jerking dick. He thanked me and left.

Number 3 was a stocky black guy wearing dark pants and a white shirt that had "Joe" embroidered above the pocket. He held a fat uncut cock in his hand as he moved to the other seat. To my surprise, he took his shirt off, folded it and put it in the seat in front of me. Then he dropped his pants and skivvies to his boot tops before he sat down.

"It's so dark and I'm so black nobody can see me," he said. "Bet you thought there was no advantage to being black."

I nibbled and chewed his cock and he emptied one hell of a load of sweet cum down my gullet.

By then I needed to piss and asked him to save my seat till I got back. When I eased past a young guy sitting in the last seat on the other end of the back row, he said, "Ain't leaving, are you."

"Nope, just going to take a piss."

He was waiting for me, tan pants down around his knees, when I got back. He couldn't have been over 25. He was wearing western clothes from boot to head, including a leather vest. Long, well-cut blond hair curled over his ears down to his collar. A hunk.

To my surprise, he shot his wad in about 10 sucks. Ah, youth.

While he was zipping up he said he had a buddy down front and asked if I'd suck him. About three minutes later his buddy appeared. He was of similar height and size, about five-ten, 175 pounds, only he was dressed in black and was dark haired. He dropped his pants and slouched down in the seat.

"Eddie says you're a good cocksucker," he said.

After he came he asked for my phone number. I scribbled it on a matchbook cover. "Thanks," he said. "See you. Name's Bryan."

I sat back and had a smoke. My watch said noon. I'd had five nice cocks in an hour and a half.

The Friday lunch crowd arrived-- guys who drop by every Friday to get their cocks sucked and hurry back to work. They were from all walks of life. Some wore three-piece suits. I tried to be there to help out with the noon rush as often as I could. So did three or four other dedicated cocksuckers. We knew each other by sight if not by name.

My first regular to arrive was Hal, who worked in a bank. He sank into "the"seat. He never dropped his pants. He just pulled cock and balls out and laid back. His nice, fat, six-inch cut cock standing up out of that Brooks Brothers suit turned me on.

"Been stroking this all morning," he said.

I'd been sucking and licking about five minutes when he said, "Hi, Gene."

Gene had a wide, flat, eight-inch cut cock. Less than ten minutes later I'd sucked off Hal, Gene, and was face down in the lap of a guy whose name I didn't know but whose cock I did know. It was long, slender, and uncut. This guy never said a word to me but he always moaned and groaned softly and put his fingers in my ears when he was about to come.

By then the theater was really busy. Heads were bobbing in laps all over the place and the sounds of cocksucking were unmistakable.

I motioned for a silver-haired gent sitting two seats over to come join me. His cock was the fat, thick, spongy kind that doesn't get real hard until just before he cums. I swallowed the eight-incher, not taking time for the preliminary licking. When he came I felt for his big balls and they were gone! Those big beauties had zoomed up inside him. I just held his nice fact cock in my mouth until it was completely limp.

Before he left he told me he was 58 years old, this was his first blow job by a guy, and said he felt as if he'd just come for the first time. He said I was "fantastic."

When he left, a big beefy guy slid into his seat but Ernie, another regular, had slipped into the end seat undetected. I had his cock, a nice seven inches, cut, in my left hand and the new guy's six-inch uncut cock in my right hand.

"Go ahead and get him," the new guy said. He liked to watch.

"That looks good," he said, rubbing my back while I sucked Ernie.

I drained them both. The new guy was the first of the day to have shaved balls. There would be three more. Before he left he said his name was Jack and he'd be back next Friday.

By then, the guys were heading back to work. I'd had 11 cocksucking experiences and was looking forward to a little rest when Stan came in, saw me, and came over. This man, small though he is, has a cock no cocksucker worthy of his calling could refuse. His fat, thick, uncut cock was eight inches; his body was just five foot six inches. Stan is a 36-year-old tile setter and has three kids. Luckily, he likes to be played with for hours before you suck him off. By the time he left an hour and a half later I'd drained two loads out of him.

He'd just cleared the door when a teddy bear of a guy appeared to take his place.

"Jesus," he rasped in a stage whisper, "I thought he'd never leave."

His self assurance turned me on. To my complete surprise, he stood up and stripped to his cowboy boots.

"You eat ass?" he asked.

I nodded. He jumped up, leaned over, pulled his ass cheeks open, and said, "Eat my butt."

I surprised myself and ate it for a long time. Until he turned around and shoved his fat six inches down my throat. He told me to pull on his balls, hard. When he came he grabbed my shoulders and damn near choked me. After him a handsome young Mexican moved in and five minutes later deposited his hot white gravy in my mouth.

By the time I left for home around seven, I'd set my all-time record. Eighteen hot cocks had shot 25 wads of cum in me. No wonder I wasn't hungry for food. After the Mexican I had two more black guys, both nice sized, one with shaved nuts; another cowboy whose whole crotch was shaved; two truckers; and Ray, a 60ish maintenance mechanic for the Dallas police and an old friend. Both truckers gave me two loads apiece. They said they were brothers.

I was so tired I almost said no when Carl, a tall 52-year-old with nine inches of uncut, Grade A, prime Texas cock called and asked me to come over.

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.