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New York — I had a hot suck experience tonight. I came home around 5:30 p.m. and lay immediately down on the bed and fell asleep. It's not like me to sleep in the middle of the day; I hadn't thought that I was tired but apparently I was. I slept for less than two hours and when I awoke I had that surreal "twilight zone" feeling — empty and cold and alone. For some reason I just had to be with people.

So I bundled up and walked a half mile to the local pornographic bookstore. Among other things, this place has booths showing movies and you can duck into a booth with another man.

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Fortunately, the men who run the place are gay and they don't say anything. By this time it was fairly late and the bookstore wasn't going to be open much longer.

I found a couple of regular patrons there and we chatted for a bit. (One of them is a handsome black man with a huge dick, but that is another story.) Then I roamed around looking for someone to fool with. No one seemed interested in me so I settled for watching some movies.

About 20 minutes before closing, I exited my booth and saw a young man who was close to being an Adonis. He was large, about 6 foot 3, and very handsome, with even, pleasant features, and a body that looked strong and well proportioned. He had a mass of long, wavy dark hair, which added to his youthful appeal, and he was wearing tight jeans and a bomber jacket.

I started walking to the back where he was standing, and when he saw me coming he ducked into a booth and left the door ajar. I was amazed at my luck. Being 20 minutes before closing, I guess he knew that he didn't have much time to get his rocks off.

I stepped in we started groping each other (which surprised me, also; keep in mind that I'm 40, chubby, and balding, and this guy couldn't have been more than 25).

He asked me to take my dick out and I told him that it wasn't much, but he asked to see it anyway, saying, "It's still a dick." I pulled it out and he felt it a bit. At the same time, I was groping him and it felt like he had a nice thick one. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing skimpy red briefs and his dick was sticking down out of one of the leg holes. It was a nice dick — not long, about 6-1/2 inches, but it was thick and solid. I pulled down his briefs and he had equally nice balls — larger than average and very firm. I started to kneel down but he stopped me, which immediately made me disappointed. He asked me what I would do when he came. I wondered why he would ask such a question but I answered him honestly: I said that I would swallow it. He said that that was what he wanted and he indicated that I could continue. I got down on my knees and went to work.

He plunked some coins into the machine and watched movies while I sucked. He stood, leaning against the wall with his crotch thrust forward, giving me the greatest access. Happily, I realized that he wasn't going to come right away, so I took my time and got creative: I sucked his balls, sucked his dick, jerked him a bit, and sucked him some more, mixing up the speed and rhythm to keep him interested. I put my hands around his backside and felt his ass, which was large, firm, and round. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt his chest, which was firm and well shaped. Around his belly he had a few extra pounds of padding, just enough to keep him from being boringly perfect. He moaned from time to time as I sucked and told me several times how good it was. He continued to watch the movies as I sucked. (I noticed that he was watching the straight ones, not the gay ones.)After about 10 minutes, he asked me to speed up and then to speed up some more. By the tine he came I was moving pretty fast. He didn't pull away after he came, which was what I expected. Instead, he relaxed while I nursed the last few drops of cum out of his dick. Again he told me how good my blow job was and said that my mouth seemed to be made for his dick.

I gave him my business card and asked him to come to my house and he said he might. At that point he seemed anxious to leave, making the apology that he didn't feel comfortable talking in the booth. I got the distinct feeling that he may have felt a little uncomfortable with the gay side of his nature. Nevertheless, I couldn't help admiring him for the general friendliness and respect with which he treated me throughout the encounter. He was not only a hunk but a gentleman too.

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.