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Stockholm-- I've been seeing a young Korean guy lately. He approached me in a local bar. It took a couple of weeks before we actually made it into (my) bed.

He's slender, with almost no body hair-- just real thick patches of it around his cock and in his arm pits. He's also got a little on his chest, between his nipples. Yet his large balls are hairless. He's a good kisser and knows how to suck on my nipples and ears the way I like it.

His cock isn't too big-- only about 4 or 5" when hard. He's uncut and I like to watch his foreskin slide back and forth over the flat head. He likes to face-fuck me and have his balls licked and sucked on.

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That first night after he face-fucked me for awhile, I went on to his balls, then lifted his ass onto my face. He went nuts, grinding his ass in my face and moaning. His balls flattened over my nose and his cock slapped my forehead as he fucked my tongue with his asshole. His hole was easy to get into-- it opened up and throbbed.

I told him to turn around and get on all fours. He didn't waste a second. He had his ass backed into my face with his hands pulling it apart in no time. I like rimming an appreciative ass. He sucked my dick and I jacked him off while rimming him. Soon he stopped sucking me-- just covered my cock with his mouth-- and I felt his cum spray my chest and stomach while his ass clamped around my tongue and opened up again with each shot of cum.

I cleaned off the cum and let him rest awhile. Then I started on his ears and nostrils. Then I licked the sweat out of his arm pits and ate his nipples for awhile. Then I rimmed his ass again. I wanted to fuck him so I had him roll a rubber down on my cock. I had to take it slow since I was too close to cumming. I'd fuck awhile then rest while necking with him. Finally I pulled out, pulled off the rubber, and came on his chest. Then I ate my cum off his chest while jerking him off to a second cum.

My cock's hard now. I'm seeing him in a little while. Can't wait to have him sit on my face.

Later. Just came back from the local porn store. Went to buy a Tom of Finland magazine for a friend in the States but decided to stay for the movies since one of them was a Cardinal film. The films were hot-- lots of hot sex, nice cocks, good cum shots.

I was watching the films and jacking off when suddenly an older man who had been sitting further down the row got up and sat beside me. He started jacking off, too, so I reached over to get a feel of his cock. I couldn't tell exactly how long it was-- probably about 7"-- but it was thick and uncut. He grabbed my cock and we jacked each other off for awhile. He didn't always stay real hard but sometimes he'd get extra hard-- like when I put out some pre-cum or when he felt my hard nipples. He also got harder whenever I had to stop him to keep myself from cumming.

Finally he took out a kleenex that I could shoot into-- and one for himself. When he felt me start to shoot my load his dick stiffened and his load oozed out and he moaned.

Later he patted my leg and the back of my head and left. I stayed to see the rest of the movies before they closed the store.

Later. My copy of Raunch finally arrived. It seemed to take months. I had to content myself with rereading the best parts of the others.

I get raunchier as I get older, but AIDS acts as a brake on a lot of stuff. Now that I'm ready to try a few things like drinking piss or going to an orgy room, it's too late because of AIDS. Still, I'm managing to get a fair share of cocks.

I occasionally see this married guy when he comes to town. He's only got 7" but it's thick. But the best thing is when he cums. He shoots several feet-- thick, pure, white ropes of cum. If lying down, it always goes past his shoulders and head. Once it hit the wall behind my bed. Seeing him shoot so far seems to make me shoot farther too.

His cock has a big mushroom-shaped head. He likes to face-fuck me before I jerk him off. Usually we jerk off with our cocks together so I can see him shoot.

Later. I'm a crotch watcher. I like to see how guys pack their cock and balls-- to the right or to the left-- and what kind of underwear they might be wearing (if any). Briefs, bikinis, boxer shorts.

Bulging baskets in tight jeans don't turn me on as much as the swaying, bouncing cocks in loose-fitting pants. Guys wearing boxer shorts allow some of the best views, or guys in gym trunks.

I remember once when I was in New York on my way back to Europe. I almost missed the bus to JFK [airport] cause I followed this young guy wearing nylon trunks with nothing under them. I could see the ridge of his glans. The cock was either big and thick but soft, or half-hard. In any case it was a beauty. So was he. I watched it bobbing my way for an entire block and then followed him for a couple of more blocks, watching from the side. Then I realized the time.

Another time a friend and I were driving through Princeton on our way back to PA. He pulled up to a light and I glanced over to a set of church steps. And got to see a set of balls and cock hanging out of a kid's trunks. He was sitting there, legs spread, with his girl friend beside him. We stared at him until the cars behind us started honking their horns.

Summer provides lots of opportunities for crotch watching. Cyclists. Joggers. Teenage kids throwing boners.

I remember another crotch. This one was horizontal. It belonged to a professor I had for American Lit. There was a film series. We were watching a Bergman film while lying on the floor. There was some nudity and somehow his crotch caught my eye-- he got a hard on that stood out. Not very big but the thought of a professor getting a hard on was worth several weeks of jerking off. **

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.