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Florida Just finished jacking off to page 71 of your book, Cum. What got me hot were the ten high school boys I saw out jogging this afternoon. They were of varied height and build but all of them were shirtless and running hard on their cross country exercises.

Several of them were quite hot and I could see their cocks straining against their shorts.

To think of these young men showering together after their run made me very hot.

When I was just a few years older than these boys I drove a truck for a laundry service in a small town. I quickly learned to adjust my pick ups and deliveries to the boys' locker room to the times they were in there. I would carry in the towels and walk thru40 or 50 naked boys. From the hairless small dicks of boys just beginning to mature to the young men whose cocks swayed over full sacs of cum-laden balls-- I walked through them doing my best to keep from falling to my knees and offering to suck each and every one, large and small.

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y fantasy was to have the job of handing towels out to these young cocks, each one walking up to me for his clean towel, beautiful young pricks just waiting for their first hot mouth to bring them to orgasm.

In the afternoons, my route took me to the Catholic boarding school run by the Benedictines. These young studs lived there the entire year and were just the opposite from their public school counterparts. While the P.S. boys were subdued in their nudity, the Catholics were boisterous. They enjoyed smacking each other with towels, playing grab ass, and even showing off their cocks for each other. They weren't inhibited by my presence or even that of their instructors. Their locker rooms and dormitory were very male-- loud and aggressive.

Although I never got to wrap my lips around one of these young cocks, and wouldn't if I could because it's against the law at that age, I did jack off to the sweet images they left me with after each visit.

Colorado highways

I've been home for the past three days reading Cum and jacking off. TomorrowI'll have to go back to work, but tonightI can't sleep so I thought I'd fill you in on a hitchhiking experience of mine in Colorado.

I had been married for about three weeks and my wife and I were staying with my aunt and uncle about eight miles outside of town.

I was working in the evenings at the Ramada Inn with my uncle in the kitchen. My wife had my car so I had ridden into work with my uncle. Incidentally, my uncle has a heavy, fat, uncut cock with large balls. He used to walk around in his Jockeys and it was all I could do to keep from staring too intently at his well-equipped pouch. When I was much younger he came to spend the weekend with a red-haired friend. He and his friend were to share my brother's and my bunkbeds. While we were getting ready for bed his friend pulled out his fat cock with red pubic hair and waved it at my brother and me. He suggested that maybe my uncle and he should initiate us into what was obviously something they had been doing together for some time. My uncle nixed the idea and my hopes to see more of those older teenage cocks were dashed. I was about six at the time.

Anyway, it was slow that night at the restaurant so I decided to leave early.

I told my uncle that I would hitchhike home and walked out to the highway.I walked about 500 feet and was in front of the Abbey (the Catholic boys' school I mentioned before) when a flat-bed semi threw on the air brakes and swerved across three lanes of traffic to stop and pick me up.

I could smell the burning rubber as the door swung open and a voice asked how far I was going. I stepped up on the step and peered into the dark cab and said I was heading up to the top of the hill.

The voice came from a dark-haired very handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was dressed in a cotton work shirt and Levis. He told me to climb in over the tarps that were on the passenger side seat and sit on the bed with my legs straddling the cowling of the engine.

He started working the gears to get the truck moving and casually managed to brush up against my leg with each shift. He told me he was from North Hollywood and was heading home.

He asked what I was doing hitching and if I ever had any "experiences" while hitching. I said no but I didn't usually hitch that much since I owned a car.

He then rubbed his hand along my leg and asked me if I liked that. Of course I did and said so.

So while he drove with his left hand he started groping and rubbing my dick with his right.

Before we had gotten to the top of the hill he had my dick out and I had his out and was sucking on it. When we got to the rise he pulled over and parked and we climbed into the sleeper and wrestled each other's clothes off.

He had a dark bush around an eight-inch cock, cut, with average size balls. We laid there kissing and holding each other, exploring each other with our mouths and hands.

Eventually he was sucking on my peter and would stop and spit in his hand, rub it into my ass, and then spit more, and was feeling his hard prick. He pulled off my dick and started to push that swollen head into my young almost virgin ass. He took his time pushing in and then started slow-fucking me.

He was tender and passionate and we kissed as he fucked my hole. He unloaded in my ass and then collapsed down on me.

When he finally pulled out of me his cock was covered with cum and shit. This didn't bother him. He jumped down, grabbed some paper towels and wiped up.

We dressed and then he dropped me off at my exit.

He told me that he wished I wasn't married because he would like to takeme with him as his driving partner and fucking partner.

When I got to my uncle's house I went right away to the toilet. My asshole was leaking cum and shit and I was afraid my wife would smell something.

My jockeys had shit smeared on them.I showered and then took them out to the trash so my wife wouldn't find them.

Marriage mess

Just after my first lover and I split up I was preparing to move to Denver and go to school. I had been working for the past two years with one of my ex's best friends. I had always thought this man was sexy and knew him to be a lusty sort who would fuck anything in a skirt. He had been married twice and was the father of four young boys aged three to nine. He was separated from his wife at that time but was still fucking her and her best friend regularly.

He and I would share a beer together after work and one evening we had consumed quite a few. I saw my chance and moved in. We were sitting in his kitchen with the four boys having just been put to bed. We sat across from each other and drank and talked. I told him that I was quitting work and moving away because I wasn't getting laid enough. I told him that since Tom and I had broken up, it was pretty lonely sexually.

He bit the hook and said that he wasn't getting that much either. About this timehe spread his legs wide and opened another beer.

We talked more about the lack of sex and as we did his cock began to grow. Don's crotch was about four feet away from my face and the swelling outline of his cock was very evident.

He told me that he had always wondered what it would be like to have his prick worked on by a man.

I bit the hook and said I'd be willing to help him out.

Don suggested we go to my house as he didn't want the boys to hear us.

At my house we stripped and jumped into bed. Don was pretty receptive to my sucking his 8-inch skinny rod. He went down on me and fucked my ass also.

Since we were both pretty beery we eventually resorted to jacking off to work our load out. Don was on his knees fucking his fist and I was on my back on the bed fucking my hand. He came all over my chest and face and I shot my wad way over my head and onto the wall about two feet away.

Two-handed girth

Just before moving to Denver I went to Durango to visit a friend. Del had lived there for about a year and pretty much knew what was going on around that town. He took me to an old Victorian hotel downtown that had a fairly cruisy bar. Del went on to work about midnight and I stayed on. There were a few tourists and some locals all drinking and singing to the piano player and his renditions of the oldies.

The bar was L-shaped and down on the far short end was a blond man of about mid twenties, nice smile, and blue eyes. I maneuvered down to his end of the bar and made leg contact several times. He finished his beer, winked at me, and walked out. I nearly tripped getting off the bar stool and out the door to catch him.

He was parked right outside the bar and was unlocking his car door when I caught him. He was shorter than I usually would go for (not that I'm that picky) and actually had me believing that maybe I had just imagined the wink. He was just protecting himself and once he realized I was following him because I liked the wink, he invited me to his apartment.

I don't remember his name but will never forget his cock. We started kissing and fumbling with each other's clothes, groping and exploring, getting each other hot. I could tell that I had latched onto a big one but not till we were stripped did I see the massive tool this man carried between his legs.

As I fell to worshipping this phallic monument to man it would grow and swell. We were both pretty inexperienced and didn't know about cock rings and leather thongs. He had a hard time keeping it rigid because of the sheer volume. Even with both hands wrapped around it there was still some meat exposed. This was the dick of death.

We played around for several hours, sucking and working that huge prong up so he could fuck me with it. He did fill my ass with it but was actually much more interestedin getting fucked himself. I just couldn't understand this since in comparison my cock was miniscule. But fuck him I did.

He came to visit me once and my ex fucked with him also. He probably liked Tom better sexually, since Tom loved to fuck.

Older man, hard dick

Drove into town in the middle of tropical storm Keith. Made it to the local mall, which has a pretty cruisy T room. Small viewing hole that looks out on two pissers. The other side looks into a stall.

I thought that in a year they would have closed them, but no-- it's busier than ever.

There is no such thing as a gay bar in this town so it seems that this mall is the cruising area for the entire town.

I got into the far stall and the middle stall was taken by an older man. He was slowly working an average-size cock. He may have been past 60 but his cock looked like blue steel-- hard and erect.

We watched each other for awhile and then I decided to check out some of the department store johns. There are five major stores and all but one showed signs of activity. Had the same scene as earlier at the other toilet-- older man, hard dick.I stood against the wall and slowly worked my dick up for him.

I have a cut cock (unfortunately). Someone came in so we parted. I went back to the main T room and happened into the middle stall. Saw two young types come in. The first shot a heavy stream of piss from a fat little prick. He shook it real well and then snapped it back into his pants. No respect for his equipment. The next kid pulled out an uncut dick. He didn't linger.

A long dry spell, so I went to eat.

Stopped in at the other toilet that was busiest. There weren't many people inthe mall because of the storm. Finally a Chicano came in and we watched each other get hard through the peep hole. Then he moved out of the stall and into the urinals. I joined him and he took my cock in his fist and pumped. I grabbed his short hard brown uncut tool and worked the head up over the top of the foreskin.

He wanted me to suck his stiff prick and I would have loved to but times being what they are I just grabbed his little ass and kneaded it while pumping his dick. I was pretty hot and started to shoot. He pumped it out of me. I shot clear up over the urinal and onto the wall.

This got him going so I worked his nipples and ass even more. Another time, I would have fucked his little brown ass, and I told him so.

He started working his cock hard and soon matched my cum shot on the wall. I thought we would get caught because he moaned so loud as he came.

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.