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Salt Lake City-- It's been quite a while since you heard from me. I've been too busy with school and working my ass off. I'm still here in Salt Lake, although I've moved to the other side of town for better accommodations. This hasn't stopped me from my usual activities though.

I have to tell you about this great trick I had. I was on the bad side of town donating some items to a shelter there. This obviously transient gentleman walked up to my car and asked me for a dollar. You already know of my unusual and unnatural attraction to men of this nature and as this guy was really quite handsome, blondish hair recently cut, blushing cheeks and bright blue eyes, I didn't want him to get away. I asked him for the location of a nearby straight bar, which of course I had no intention of going to. He gave me directions which I pretended to completely not understand. He offered to show me the place if I would buy him a beer and I quickly took him up on his offer.

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Next I purposely missed the street we were supposed to turn on, heading instead onto a one way which was "impossible" to turn around in. After getting us sufficiently lost I made a joke of it and stopped at a nearby convenience store to pick up some beer. This was all he needed to make him happy.

We drove around a bit drinking beer and talking about women. I conveniently had a porno magazine in the back which he gladly looked at, confiding in me that it had been a while since he had had any real sex. I asked him how he usually got off and he told me he beat off a lot. Eventually we both had to piss, which is the moment I had waited for. We both got out and pissed on our own sides of the car. As I continued pissing I walked over to his side, my cock still out and piss still flowing. This didn't seem to bother him and I got several looks at his soft brown cock. I had intentionally parked in a deserted parking lot beneath a street lamp so that I would have a good look. I was in a hurry so I intentionally stared hard at his cock, letting him know that I wasn't just taking a casual glance. He didn't let on he was aware of my interest.

We drove around some more and I kept reminding him of the magazine, hoping to get him horny enough for some action. Finally after a few more beers we pulled over for another piss and I immediately went over to see his cock. He was aware of my interest this time and seemed a little embarrassed, turning away from me. As we got back in the car I said that I had probably better be dropping him off and getting back home.

He seemed a little disappointed. And I added, "and before I do, I'd like to help you with this," and grabbed a handful of his crotch.

He seemed a bit startled but didn't push my hand away, although he squeezed his thighs tight, making it difficult for me to feel anything. He said he wasn't really into that.

But as I kept massaging his basket it started getting larger and harder and I knew that I had him. I said I just wanted to see it and he finally agreed, relaxing his thighs and spreading his legs.

I quickly unzipped his pants. He had on no undershorts and I soon had his semi-stiff five inches in my hand. It was gorgeous. The head was almost a fluorescent pink and classically shaped, the shaft was a soft brown and got thicker toward the base. I asked him to let me get him off and I guess my feeling of it had him horny enough to give in.

I found a new parking place and hand played with it for a while. It was so beautiful I couldn't look away. His balls were nice too, though average in size and shape. He asked me to go down on it and I jumped at the chance.

At first I was able to get it all down but as I started working on it he started pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. His five-incher started getting bigger and bigger. Pretty soon I could only fit in the fat head and about a third of the shaft. It grew to at least eight inches long and so thick at the base that with my hand around it I couldn't touch my thumb and middle finger. I had to keep stopping in order to catch my breath and rest my jaw, but mostly to take another look at that wonder I was working on.

He didn't believe me when I told him how big it was. He was convinced that he had a small cock. Maybe it had never gotten this big before. He was getting pretty turned on. He started running his hands through my hair while I worked on him. Pretty soon his hand slid down my back and was rubbing my ass through the fabric of my pants. By the way, all this was happening in the front seat of my small foreign sports car. Me in the seat bent over him in the passenger seat.

Soon he had worked his hand into my pants and was feeling for my asshole. On finding it he started rubbing his finger against it and soon we were both gasping.

I loosened my pants, giving him full access, and he started dry fucking me with his finger. This had me hornier than hell and I really started giving him a great blow job. Every once in a while he would gasp and rise up off his seat, trying to force his whole shaft down my throat. By now it was so big and so hard I couldn't even maneuver it past my back teeth.

I got up for a rest and he started pulling off my pants and shoes. He pulled my legs over to his side so that I was half way sitting on his lap. He turned me over and started playing with my asshole. It hurt but felt great. He crawled on top of me and started kissing the back of my neck. Pretty soon he was trying to maneuver that huge thing up my hole. My hole is always tight and even the smallest cocks hurts my ass. There was no way I was going to let him fuck me with that huge monster. I kept resisting him. He was strong and tried holding down my arms so that he could force it in. He would put it up against my hole and then force all his weight on it. It hurt and my hole was just too tight to allow entry.

I reached my hand under and cupped it around his cock. He was fucking my hand and really going at it. It was really a turn on. Like I said, he was pretty good looking. He was also well built and of course had a huge cock.

He was breathing hard in my ear and kept trying to kiss me, which I wouldn't let him do. I like to fuck, but don't kiss. He was really humping me hard, his hands roaming all over my body, stopping to knead my ass cheeks.

It was all great but his weight was really getting to me. He was a big guy. I finally had to wriggle out from under him and convince him to let me continue blowing him.

His cock tasted of my ass but I went at it with all the enthusiasm of before plus the added excitement of having my ass stimulated. After about another half hour of this my jaw really started hurting and after thinking, about it I really did want his cock up my ass.

I talked him into trying it again and I rolled a rubber onto his cock. The rubber was lubricated and I thought it might help get it up my hole. It was really stretched tight over his cock. I gritted my teeth and held my breath enough that after much trial and error he finally got the head up my ass. He kept murmuring how good it felt. But he was impatient and rough and the pain was excruciating. I had to make him stop. He didn't want to and kept holding my arms down. I managed to get out from under him. As much as I wanted it, it was just too painful.

He had been going at it so hard the condom had split in several places. His cock tasted awful from the rubber but I kept working on it until finally after some loud moans he held my head against his groin and shot one of the biggest loads I have ever witnessed-- or swallowed.

I spent several hours yesterday in the john of a public library. One of my favorite sights last night was a high school kid about 18. He had a nice cock, about three inches soft, which he left dangling from his fly. It was cut but had a lot of extra skin above the head. It was a nice brown color with a soft pink head. After his piss he preened himself in the mirror, which I have a good view of from the front of the stall. He opened and pulled down his pants to re-tuck in his tight polo shirt. After I left the john I caught sight of him studying at one of the tables. He was even better looking than I had thought. Dark curly hair a good looking face-- still tan from summer and lots of well defined muscle under that tight, dark blue shirt.

Even when they don't know I'm there a lot of guys are so nervous at the john. They'll be standing away from the urinal taking a piss, totally unaware of being watched and giving me a great view. Then as soon as they hear the door open they're straddling the thing or immediately zip up right in the middle of a piss. I'd rather they do the latter. At least that gives me a chance to get a glimpse of the new guy. What really pisses me off is when I'm getting an excellent view and some guy will walk in and take the bowl nearest the hole and straddle the thing, blocking my view of both him and the choice piece of meat. The fuck head, I've been tempted to yell, "Get the hell out of the way."

There are a lot of old guys that hang around this place. I have nothing against old guys except that they expect to get something for nothing. I don't mean money. I mean that some have really let themselves go. Last night I wrote on one of the walls, "Good head to hot cocks. If you're over 40, are fat, bald or wear polyester, you'd better have at least 12 inches to offer." After all, they're not interested in guys that look like themselves. There are plenty of those around. Instead they try to pick up on guys like me who aren't interested in tubbos. If they want the action then they had better be willing to make the sacrifice. I myself am more attracted to a 45-year-old in good shape than a 20-year-old in bad shape, so it's not the age-- it's what I associate with the age.

Last year this huge fat old guy tried constantly to pick me up. He's a regular and was constantly there at the time I was. He dressed so poorly, not even attempting to hide how fat he was. He wore these tight shirts in bright colors that made him look all the more disgusting. Anyway, after several attempts at me, he gave up and went into the next stall to beat off where I peeked in at him. He had his shirt pulled up revealing mounds of pink skin that must have never seen the sun, and between his huge stomach and giant thighs you couldn't even see his cock. Not that I would have wanted to. All that could be seen was his fat hand, shaking, while he desperately worked two fingers between the folds of flesh. He was breathing and sweating so hard that he could have had a heart attack.

I haven't seen him around lately. Maybe he died or finally caught on that few people find those of his kind a turn on. There are plenty of his peers left though, unfortunately.

I need to get going. I actually have some real work to do. I do have much more to write and will try to do so soon.

Editor's Note: The above writer has made a contribution to the literature in his concept of pissing while walking ("As I continued pissing I walked over to his side, my cock still out and piss still flowing."). It's not uninteresting to see piss coming out of a man who is stationary, but to walk while pissing adds an ineluctable enchantment to the act. I urge all readers who piss outdoors-- and with the closing of so many urban piss-houses more and more men are having to piss in the fucking streets-- to walk while pissing, with the goal of making this act a characteristic of the American scene. ­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.