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Salt Lake City-- I spent several hours yesterday in the john of a public library. I won't say which one as it is already getting difficult to find a seat there. I've probably told you about the place before as I've spent many hours there.

The upstairs john is the hottest and is usually always packed. Recently they've sealed off all the glory holes and action there has slowed down. It won't be long though before some do-gooder comes in and removes the plates. It always happens.

The downstairs john is my favorite and is less cruisy. Its action centers around the end stall which has a small peep hole carved in the marble which overlooks a row of about five urinals. My favorite activity, rather than participating in the sex upstairs, is to sit and watch cock from this stall, although I've had plenty of sex in both johns.

Yesterday was pretty slow as cruising goes but pretty good as far as cock watching goes, though I didn't catch any especially interesting pieces of meat.

I got into the john just as some old fuck was leaving the coveted stall, so I was able to get right in. I didn't even have my pants down when my first subject walked in. Not a real interesting guy. The courthouse is just across the common and we get a lot of lawyers in suits here-- young and old. I think this guy was one of them. He wore a boring tan suit. He had an ordinary cock and I didn't get to see much more than the grey-blue head of it. Typical for an old guy, though he was probably just in his mid forties.

The second one was much more exciting. Although it's getting pretty cold here he was wearing plaid shorts. He was a young guy about 22. He didn't hesitate to undo his belt and open his pants all the way, lowering the elastic of his jockey shorts under his balls and giving me a great view of his cut cock. It was a nice pinkish-orange color up to the circumcision line where it turned a nice golden brown to his thick brown bush. It wasn't especially big, probably about four inches, but the head was well defined in that way a cock usually gets when it's hard. Unfortunately it wasn't hard but the head was really smooth and the ridge really stood up. He took a nice long piss and stood a ways from the urinal so I got a really nice long look.

I started a new thing recently where I would write down a couple of quick sentences about each cock I was seeing. Instead, I am now doing a quick sketch of each. These aren't masterpieces, rather they are fast line drawings capturing the unique character of that particular cock. A type of cock portrait you might say. Last night I rendered 25 I was able to view in about the time of two hours.

Some are not very detailed as I may have only been able to capture the slightest glimpse. Some men are so shy. This place has a reputation and a lot of guys know what's going on. Before they piss they'll look under to see if anyone is in that stall and if so go to piss in a toilet where they can't be seen. Of course others know they're being watched and enjoy the hell out of it.

There was a cute older guy there last night. He reminded me of the Marlboro man. He took the last bowl furthest from the peek hole which is kind of a handicapped urinal so that there's no way you can straddle it and it offers the best view. He whipped out a nicely shaped soft cock and just let it hang there while he took a slow piss. He was wearing a coat and pulled it back so that I could get a good look. I looked up and could see that he was perfectly aware that someone was watching. It was a nice cock-- brown and cut with an elongated head. It kind of twisted to one side. Often times the exhibitionist will get a hard on. Unfortunately not this time. After he finished he shook it a bit and took his time putting it back in his pants. He tapped his foot a little but he was my last "customer" and I needed to be getting out of there so I ignored him and left without trying anything else.

Luckily he had me excited enough that I was able to get off with just a few strokes, cumming all over the john wall. Just as I had finished someone else walked in. Had they looked towards my stall they would have seen what was unmistakably jizz dripping off the wall onto the floor. I tried to cover it with my foot but there was just too much.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th 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.