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While living in S.A. [San Antonio] I met a wide range of men. I would sit in the Sq. across from the Alamo and people would sit by me And we would Talk.

One day a fat, really swishy thing came up sat by me. He had a squeaky voice. I had looked all around and I had not seen anyone I thought was watching. Finally it sunk in the Fat one's head I was not Interested in her fat ass. He left in a Huff.

I had to go home to start dinner as we were to have friends In to Dinner that night. I went home and entered my Building. It was an office Bldg. converted to apts. I'd no sooner got to the apt. I opened the door and there stood a guy in Levis showing a big hard. When I opened the door I said well.

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He smiled and said may I come in. I said I guess so. But I don't have but an hour or So that I can spare. He said hope we are finished long before then.

He came in and rubbed his cock a couple of times and said it's sure hot today. As we ran an air conditioner all Summer, Night & Day, It was cool in the apt. So I said so pull off your clothes and get cool. He got out of his clothes in a second. Leaving his big cock sticking up in the air.

I reached over & took hold of his cock. I could just reach my hand around his meat. He said sure would love to have that thing taken care of. Being Brazen, I said what would you like.

He said I hear you give very good blow jobs.

I proceeded to suck his cock and about every fifth suck I went all the way down on it. I'd take it all the way down. He had himself a Ball. He came a very big load of thick Juice.

Then he wanted information. He wanted to know what the Fat sissy had told me or what we had talked about. I told Him what was said. The Fat one was up for stealing from P.E. [Post Exchange] supply but he had accused the PX [Post Exchange] officer of making advances to Him. He'd refused & the officer had him up for taking two candy bars.

I found out this Guy was from intelligence. For the rest of the time I lived in that apt. & stayed in Texas the young stud from intelligence was a steady of mine but he would never fuck me. It was always suck & get a huge load of cream.

Sometimes he wanted information. Most times he only wanted to cool off.

Airmen Use Glory Hole

There were two Glory holes that I knew of on the air Base in San Antonio. One was the theater-- lower side of Base-- where the Basic trainees went. The other was midway up the Base before the flight engineers school started. It was in the larger of the Base PX buildings. This was the Building that housed the stage plays & Musicals.

The John had 3 stalls and one long urinal. The stall next to the urinal had a long slit. You could watch the door & the urinals and see all. The glory hole was between the last two stalls.

There were all kinds of civilian employees on that Base. Twice a week I had to go to Finance. I'd walk up the service club street that ran like an alley between the Bldgs. where the service trucks went & where all the garbage & trash was picked up. The Electrical wires & cables ran down that same alley.

I walked this way because it was easier for me to get to the PX without having too many people know where I was going. I rush in and sit in the last stall where the large glory hole was.

This young Electrician came in one day & I sucked his cock through the hole. After that he would watch for me to go down the street and by the time I sat down he'd be there in the next booth with his hard cock ready to shove through the hole. Sometimes when I had the time on the way back to the Squad room I'd stop off and sit for half an hour to an hour.

There was always a bunch of airmen usually Basics that couldn't get off Base wandering in and out and getting sucked off. Sometimes when there were more than one together one would say I got to sit I'll join you in a few minutes. With this the others went on into the PX. He would drop his fatigues and with a quick scan to see that no one was in the John he'd shove his cock through the hole.

The guys were all so hot & glad for relief that they came in a Jiffy. I'd no sooner suck the head & take all that was through the hole all the way down and they would shoot their big wads in my mouth.

In this time-- and being the time of Day when certain Flights were scheduled for PX-- I'd suck a dozen or so. Very few times there was But one in the John unless they were very close buddies. If they were then one would jig the door while one was done then they traded off. The other one would Jig the door while his buddy was done.

There were some of the largest cocks I've ever seen come through that hole. That is, to be on such young guys. A couple had foreskins and they loved to come in and jig for each other while I did them. They would almost have a fit when I'd work my tongue under the foreskin on the head.

Editor's Note: Here are some letters about sex in the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s from a man who has lived all over the country and is now living in Los Angeles. I have copied his unorthodox grammar in order to preserve the authenticity of the documents. The letters comprise a startling history of the golden age of promiscuity. ­B. McD.

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.