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I have just read Raunch and believe it is the best collection of experiences I have read. The experiences read like they could be true instead of the prototype trash you read in porno magazines.

So, can you use one more true story?

I am 22, still hiding in the closet as far as my family and straight friends know, but there is no question about my homosexual lust and being horny for boys my age or younger.

It's fascinating to read the stories and hear first-hand how most all guys were involved in pre-puberty games of playing doctor or something. Then it seems we also shared the puberty year experience of jacking off with a neighbor boy, school chum, relation or the overnight sleep-over. And then the paths are different. With me, I was late into puberty, with boy-genitals and two-finger jack off attempts long after my age peers, which left me out of "the gang" for a couple of years.

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I remember my first ejaculation was on the day I was 14-1/2. I had put Vaseline on the insides of a cardboard center from an empty roll of toilet paper, put it between the pipes of the radiator to get it warm, jacked up a good hard on. Then I fucked that greased cardboard cylinder until I suddenly felt this rush and orgasm spitting out the white droplets of cum for the first time.

High school years then became more normalized with "the crowd," running with a group of guys and gals and dating for the big events, but never any sex.

My fist was my good friend and I continued my habit of looking closely at boys in the locker room and their baskets when fully clothed, not with the idea of wanting sex with them-- I wasn't "queer"-- but just horny interest, I thought.

All of which brings me to that first experience of turning on to a boy. My first year at college-- it was the weekend of the first big home football game. A major team rival from the ACC, a full stadium just about, notwithstanding a heavy rain all morning before the game.

I was invited to a pre-game party, a keg party at 10 a.m. where somebody was also passing around a bottle of vodka to swill. This was all new to me but I participated fully and we all were plenty sloppy by noon when it was time to leave for the 1 p.m. game. It was still raining.

I borrowed a poncho-- one of those plastic slickers you stick your head through & pull up the hook with a draw string. Looks like hell but keeps the water off.

When we got to the stadium, I not only was high but I had to pee something awful. My teeth were floating.

There was a line outside the Men's Room but I just had to go so I waved the others on and said I'd meet them up in the stands.

By the time I was inside I was ready to explode. The room had toilet cubicles at each end but the middle had two long walls facing each other for urinals, with water flowing continuously. So you just pull it out and pee. But no privacy at all, and when I realized that, I started looking around to check out the equi pment of my neighbors while I was peeing a torrent.

I did the double-take. The guy on my left had this big, thick dick, semi-hard, and not peeing. It was fantastic. I simply stared at it. What really turned me on was the head of his dick-- a big ridge around the base of the head, red, and beautifully shaped. I just couldn't stop staring at it, particularly when it was obvious he couldn't, or wouldn't pee. It was show time for him.

He was shorter than me, 3 or 4 inches, and had strikingly blond hair-- almost white-- and he was looking all around to the right, left, behind him, but not at anybody.

I have checked out lots of dicks at urinals at school, but not ever had I seen anything that turned me on like this big dick. He put that tool back in his pants and walked away while I was finishing up and disappeared in the crowd in the room.

When I left the room I walked to the ramp up to the stands but the ramp was packed with people as game time was at hand and it was still raining hard and people were slow to leave the upper end of the ramp and move out into the rain.

So you just got into the mob packed in the ramp and shuffled slowly up toward the open end, about 150 feet up ahead.

I had hardly gotten into this crowd when I suddenly felt a hand feeling up my ass cheeks from behind. I ignored it but it got more aggressive, with fingers up into my crack. What do you do, turn around & slug somebody, raise hell, or enjoy it?

I guess it was the booze working on me; I enjoyed it and looked over my shoulder to see who my sex-provoker was and guess who-- it was the blond kid, looking left, right, and behind him, but not at me when I turned. His hand came back again under my poncho really rubbing my butt & fingering my crack.

So I reached around grabbed his hand and just gently squeezed his hand a few times to let him know I liked it. That brought more hand action on my butt. All this time we hadn't moved forward more than a foot or two, the crowd was packed in so.

My poncho covered his arms and groin as well as mine.

Remembering that big dick of his, I put my flat hand on the fly of his pants & rubbed, but didn't feel anything identifiable.

This brought jabs by his finger into my crack.

So I reached under his basket and cupped it and could feel his balls. Now I'm getting somewhere, so I look around again to smile at him but he's looking away, left and right, but really jabbing at my ass now, really hurting it a little bit.

My dick was hard by now & my left hand under the poncho was rubbing it while I found the outline of his big hardening dick across the front of his pants with my right hand.

By now we had inched forward maybe a third of the way up the ramp. But the band was playing The Star Spangled Banner now and nobody could move forward. I could feel the big head of his dick with the thick ridge right through his pants and squeezed it hard as he flinched & goosed me hard.

He opened the top button on his pants and I pulled down the zipper. With his help, that big dick was in my hand, under my poncho. I opened my fly and pulled out my dick with my left hand, all under the poncho, and turned toward the right and he edged to my side & turned in to me so we were almost facing each other packed into the mob on that ramp. Our hands found each other's hard dick drooling by now and went to work.

The national anthem finished and the crowd started shuffling around again. It didn't take long for him to get me off as we moved sideways up the ramp. I shot my load down the inside of that poncho and kept massaging that big beautiful cock head of his. He shot his load just in time before we got to the open end of the ramp and when that happened, he turned and disappeared back into the crowd going down the ramp against the tide of people coming up. I had lost sight of him completely as I stepped out into the rain.

My hand was full of his cum so I stopped in the aisle and let the rain just wash it away. I reached down & turned up the front of my poncho and let the rain wash my running cum away.

I finally found my crowd in their seats. The rain finally stopped & our team lost the game-- but my mind wasn't on football. All I could think about was that blond kid's dick and the horny feeling in my gut. We had never exchanged a word of conversation nor knew each other's name.

After the game, we went back to the party for more beer but I was still only thinking about that blond kid so I left and went back to the dorm. The booze was working on me and I was determined to find him. A brainstorm idea was to telephone the Gay Student Alliance, where a very friendly guy invited me down to a party now going on in their house. I asked him to look over the crowd there for a short, real blond kid, but no luck. So I asked him where do guys go on campus to cruise other guys. Most of the on-campus action was around a major academic building so I went there. But I didn't know how to "cruise." I really just wanted to hang out and see if this blond kid might come by. No such luck.

I noticed this one guy hanging out too, who always seemed to be looking at me when I looked at him. Man, I was horny and half shot too. So what the hell, I went up to him and asked if he knew what time it was.

"Yeah, kid-- it's 6:15. What time does it say on your watch?"

God I was embarrassed, with my own watch showing. The blood rushed into my cheeks and I just said, "Sorry to bother you."

But he laughed and said, "Are you in a hurry to be somewhere?"

And I said no, I had just been waiting, looking for somebody I met at the game.

And he said, "Would you want to go somewhere with me?"

So why not. His name was Ryan and he said we could go to his place. I told him I was only 18 and couldn't buy the beer, but I would pay for it if he could buy it, so we took a 6 pack to his place which was nearby off campus.

He had a roommate who was away for the weekend to bed in with his girlfriend at another college, so the scene was set for whatever.

We made a lot of small talk while putting away the 6 pack. I had to pee badly (story of my day!) and went to his bathroom, but he came along too for the same reason. We stood together at the toilet and got that instant relief and an eyeful of each other's dick. He had a larger dick than mine and while looking at it excited me, it couldn't compare to that blond kid.

When we finished, it was obvious both of us had swelling semi-hards working and he asked if he could feel my hard on.

"Sure, and can I too?" led me to squeeze his hard dick gently.

"What would you like to do?" he asked. I told him he had not only a virgin but a rookie who didn't know where to start.

So he said, "Let's undress each other and see where that leads us."

We went into his bedroom and he found a package of rubbers and a tube of KY for the bedside table and motioned me to.stand by the bed, where we undressed each other down to underpants. I had the standard Jockeys but he had on a sexy low cut brief that clung to the outline of his dick.. He looked fantastic and I was red hot and stiff-dicked.

We embraced and groped each other's dicks and got into a hot mouth-sucking kiss and slid onto the bed. He moved around where his face was into my crotch and my face was staring at his big bobbing dick. He encouraged me to kiss his dick, which I did, and tasted that drool, and soon had all of it in my mouth as far as I could. He did the same to me and I shot my load right away into his mouth. That brought a brief break in the action for some conversation in bed together.

He was a great vocalizer throughout the entire act, encouraging and exciting me for everything we did for each other. We were both soon hard again and feeling each other's body. I never knew how erotic nipple play could be.

I asked him to fuck me and he obliged, tenderly and making it so great verbally. It was a long evening and we fell asleep.

The next day I'm not sure which hurt the most, my head or my butt. But we worked on them both and I knew I had found a new lifestyle as well as a buddy.

Ryan would call me on any weekend his roommate was away and we had a good thing going. Unfortunately his grades weren't good enough to stay in school. First it was academic probation and then he couldn't make it and went home, which was out of state.

We wrote for awhile but he soon found other interests closer to home.

I have finished college now and you know I never did ever see that blond kid with the eye-popping dick and I really did look for him. Maybe he was a visitor from the other college.

Thanks for reading all this. **

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's twelfth volume of true sex histories.

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.