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California-- I recently finished your latest book, Raunch, and I managed to jack off five times the first night and next morning that I had the book.

I'm 38 years old, always horny, and on the lookout for men. For the last 17 years I have been in the travel part of the rock and roll music industry, so I got to see the men and dicks of the world. I had never really seen foreskins until I was 30 and on my first tour of Europe. I became fascinated by all the different sizes and shapes of the foreskin. It's amazing how many guys piss through their skin without pulling it back.

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We played some summer concerts at outdoor festivals where the kids drink to excess and then let it all hang out when they have to pee. You could see scores of guys with their uncut dicks flopped out at any time.

In Belgium when we arrived at a festival, the backstage road ran along a chain-link security fence. As we passed in daylight, most of the pissers could only make light of the situation by wagging their cocks and making the pee shoot towards our bus.

In England, where they're trying to outlaw sex, a chain-link fence divided the backstage trailer areas from the audience. The entire day was a parade of drunk guys whipping out their meat and pissing in full glory in our direction. The drunker they were the better the show.

In Brazil, we were doing a large festival in a soccer stadium and my group had hours to waste until they performed, so I went out to cruise the men's rooms. Little did I know that the bathrooms were heavily cruisy and guys were constantly pairing off and going into the toilet stalls.

I watched many men beat their meat at the urinals and no one really stopped when someone came in only to piss. I felt up quite a few fat foreskinned Brazilian cocks. I eventually shot off a nice big load for the boys although I wished that it could have been ten years earlier. I could have been stuffing cocks in my mouth all night, chewing on foreskin, and maybe getting some hot piss.

My favorite spot in Europe used to be the very basement level men's room at Frankfurt International Airport. It was like a 24-hour sex club. At any time there were always guys jerking off and feeling each other up at the urinals. There are about 10 spots and maybe 8 toilet stalls behind them. The stalls are totally enclosed so if you want to be with someone it was very easy. I mostly liked to either get blown or give head while I jerked off sitting on the toilet seat. Many guys had to keep close watch on the time as their flights or connections were going to depart.

I don't think I blew anyone at the urinals except one time when there was only me and a middle-aged Turkish man. He was kind of short with a short fat cut dick. He moved away from the urinal with his dick sticking straight out and motioned for me to come and get it. His demeanor was so firm and masculine I rushed over and sucked him off right in the middle of the bathroom.

Backstage at concerts is a festival of thugs, beefcake, and sweat. There are stagehands, security guards, roadies, bus and truck drivers, etc. I guess I was always cruising even when I was in the closet, but nothing was going to happen at the shows. The trick was to invite them back to the hotel. The first guy I had a wild 2 hours with was walking around the parking lot of our hotel when I was going out for food. He asked where the party was. I told him there wasn't one but that he could come to my room. I had beer and quaaludes. I wasn't sure he would do anything but quaaludes usually helped out. He came up, chewed a pill, then took a shower. I tried to get glimpses, in case he would dress before he came out of the bathroom.

But he came out and sat in his towel. He was a biker type, long swept-back hair and a moderate beard. He chewed another quaalude and I got down on the floor with one hand on his thigh. I rubbed a little and he lifted the towel. His dick as starting to rise and I knew he wanted me to suck it. It kept growing and was quite long and thin. His balls were small but the dick was maybe 9". After a while he wanted to try mine. We sixty-nined on the bed and he gave a rather toothy blow job. His first?

He told me his wife was pregnant and he hadn't had sex lately. Eventually he went to shower again and told me he had to leave.

I asked if he'd sit in the chair again and I'd jack off while I sucked some more. He got fully hard and was still quite fascinated by my cock and cum shot. (He never came.)

Eventually I brought back food for my boss and he wondered why it had taken 2-1/2 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.