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Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th volume of true sex histories.

The author continues his tales of a teen study tour he took in 1972 of Europe and North Africa when he was 16.

California-- The last stop was Morocco and this is where we really lucked out. Both our chaperones picked up a case of the shits so bad that one of them ended up in the hospital and the other had to stay in his room. We were all on our own. Most of the other kids on the tour just hung around the hotel watching the TV in the lobby or playing cards but Phil and Eddie and I couldn't wait to explore. Every day we explored something different, wandering around everywhere, telling our poor sick guide/chaperone that we were visiting the historic buildings.

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But that was bullshit. The only historic buildings we visited were beach cabanas and T-rooms full of fucking, sucking, licking cum-obsessed Moroccans.

And we bought a bunch of hashish and got high for the first time. It was so great to have sex while high. Every sensation seemed to be magnified a hundred times and any inhibitions three humpy teenage queers had vanished. Pretty soon, Phil had fucked me and far from being the painful experience it was when we first tried it, it was wonderful feeling his hot prick sliding in and out of my hole, hearing him moan and grunt, knowing that pretty soon I'd feel a river of cum shoot deep in me. We saw some great scenes in Morocco. For instance, that was the first time I saw a piss scene. This one guy, a tall, skinny, dark guy, was with a Spanish guy in a bathroom of a kind of bar where people went to drink tea and smoke hash. The Spanish guy was pretty hot looking-- not really tall at all, and kind of small-boned, but with a great body. Like a swimmer or a gymnast, big broad pectorals and narrow hips with a super ass which every guy in that bathroom wanted to feel.

But anyway, like I said, he ended up with this tall guy and when the guy dropped his pants we knew why, because he had the longest dick I have ever seen in my life. To this day. It was semi-hard and it had to be nine inches. By the time it was fully erect it must have been a foot long. Incredible.

The Spanish guy got right on his knees and grabbed this huge cock, holding on for dear life, and was sucking and licking the head and cupping the guy's balls in his hand, rolling them gently in their sac and stuffing them into his mouth.

The tall guy was going wild all this time, holding his man by the hair, pushing into him, but there was no way anyone could take all that cock into his mouth.

By this time there must have been eight or nine guys standing around, cocks out, jacking each other off, masturbating solo, and generally calling out encouragement in three or four different languages.

Finally the tall guy came and the little Spanish guy took it all. When he had drained it all from that immense prick he stood up, licking his lips and smiling, his own cock still hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum.

The tall guy was so exhausted from his great show that he was sitting on a bar stool someone had brought in and the shorter guy stood in front of him and rubbed his cock on the tall guy's flat belly until he shot.

And then came the water sports. It was the first time we had seen this and it was a revelation. The tall guy stood up from the stool, cum still wet on his belly and dripping into his thick black bush, and he lifted his cock and pissed a stream right into his buddy's waiting mouth. It was great. I remember feeling totally jealous of the little Spaniard, wanting to taste that hot, golden juice.

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.