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Delaware-- I'm 57 now, travelled the globe, enjoyed many lovers, fucked much ass, sucked many cocks, shaved many pubes, still healthy, happy, content, but found NYC in '57 to be most exciting.

I'd been to NYC a number of times with my parents, but just out of the Army, I went up to Times Square on a Trailways bus, so I could leave NYC about 1 A.M. to get me home by 3 A.M. and sleep on the bus.

I met a married 32 y.o. white tall thin clergyman and he said he was visiting friends on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Being a church boy myself, I felt comfortable being with him, and when he invited me to join him, I felt it would be fun to meet some real New Yorkers.

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From the bus, we went to the men's room at the Port Authority and being next to him, I observed a very nice eight-inch cock that was white with a pink head, the kind I like to suck.

Now, for years I was in the closet, having a hard time accepting my sexual identity, even though I'd sucked around from age six or seven, sucking all my elementary school male class mates, then on into High School and cooling off a bit in the Army until I reached Japan & Korea, where I had a field day!

It seemed Henry, the clergyman, just sort of lingered at the urinal, while I observed, not fully grasping that scene. Then we took a subway and walked a bit west of Central Park to a lovely stone building where 30 young men had gathered for a party, with the preacher being the eldest.

There was much kissing, hugging, laughter, and exuberant joy, as we were accepted, and yet much groping and crotch patting and ass patting, too.

In a library was a large sculpture of David, buck nude, and it appeared everyone who entered seemed to lean over and kiss David's marble dick. We all sat on the floor, along a wall or in a semi-circle, and listened to testimonies of what God was doing for each individual and a few male couples. After blessing and a snack, many left, and I was going to leave too, but had to pee, so I asked for directions and was led by an 18 y.o. cuter than David himself.

Turning on a light and closing the door, Paul just stood there, but as I was unzipping & moving to the toilet, he moved too, got down on his knees, took my cock in his mouth, and let me pee in his mouth. I had never experienced that before, and was a bit frightened, though it was a turn on. Lifting Paul to stand upright, I sat on the toilet, pulled his drawers down, put his semi-hard uncut 6-1/2 inch cock in my mouth, and sucked until I drained his balls of sperm.

Cleric fucks army vet's mouth

I was always a talented cocksucker. Being sucked wasn't my thing, not even by a lover. I loved to make a cock squirt its juices. Gay, yes, a fag, I suppose, who liked to shave and rim a lad's ass hole before intercourse, and suck his balls dry, but not into being touched myself.

Paul, when I was frightened, asked me if there was anyone else in the house I'd like to suck, and I immediately confided, the preacher.

He said to wait there and he summoned Henry, who came in, closed the door behind him, smiled, unzipped his fly, and gave my mouth the best face fuck of my life.

I had five more guys after that and several asked me to go with them out to their place for some fun. It wasn't all that late, but I'd sucked cum from seven cocks and felt I should head home, so I did.

To this day, I know not what that meeting/party was all about, or who that tall lean married clergyman really was. Never again did I find such an agreeable group of friends, happy, laughing, joyful, and willing to freely participate in all-male sex.

Chicago train ride aborted

Traveling on business, my destination via United Airlines one June day was Chicago.

I was housed at the River Road Weston, which was close to O'Hare airport.

Having been to Chicago many times, I headed one night for the River Road subway station to take a trip downtown to the Loop.

On the platform, I saw a 5' 6",120 lb. Asian (being in the Orient with the military, I love Orientals). This lad was in his early 20s.

The power of positive thinking always worked for me, so I asked the guy how long of a trip it would be, downtown. As he began to answer, I looked him straight in the eye, told him he was adorable, that I would love to fuck him; and I was at the Weston, Room -- for a few days. Then I said I didn't need to go downtown if he had the time.

An hour later he was in my arms in bed making love. I was 49 yrs., he 20-1/2 and a great bed partner.

I never did go downtown that week. Between him and others I met at the station, on the street, or at the hotel's bar, I had enough sex to keep me very content.

In 1970 I began vacationing in St. Petersburg Beach, Florida, twice a year, spring and fall, keeping up with the changes each trip.

I was married and very much closeted.

To my surprise, one year, the very popular tourist attraction, the Sea Aquarium, closed and was fenced in for several years, sitting vacant. Walking the beach one night watching the sun set, I observed a curious thing: a young guy wiggled thru a hole in the fence and disappeared.

'He slipped his swim trunks down'

Curious, after seeing my wife into the lodge to cook dinner, I went through the same opening in the fence and slid thru to see a path leading into the halls of that marvelous inner chamber. Fear struck at me. I thought in the dark I could fall into a pit and never get out.

But just as I was leaving, I saw the flicker of a lit cigarette in the darkness. The small thin guy I'd seen an hour earlier came to my side, took my hand, and led me to a darkened area.

He felt my bulge and began to fumble with my fly.

I counteracted, knowing his size by feeling his limbs in the darkness. I went to my knees and whispered, "I'II do you." I unzipped his fly and sucked his cock and balls.

After he left, and before I could get to my feet, three more stepped up for the same service.

Needless to say, these ruins became a semi-annual suck-a-thon for me. It was best about 5 P.M. and late at night in the light of a clear sky and full moon.

I never met any of these guys I had there.

St. Pete Beach has always been a good source for cocksucking, before, during, and long after the Sea Aquarium. Each trip brings new and exciting young men with an age-old need. I'm fortunate to have been available to service many.

At noontime one day, walking a public beach in Treasure Island, Florida, I followed a young guy to his car in the parking lot. I stopped, smiled, and observed it was one hot day and "best to put extra lotion on to protect yourself from the sun."

He opened the trunk of his car and said he always had a problem putting the lotion on his back.

"Oh," I said, "let me apply it."

He handed me the tube and then I asked how far he wanted me to go.

"AII the way," was his reply.

I said, "Here, standing in the parking lot?"

We put a beach towel on the seat of his car & climbed in.

He slipped his swim trunks down and I consumed his cock, right there in the parking lot in broad daylight.

If anyone observed us, we never knew it.

Spontaneous on-the-spot action has always been my fortune. It's my opinion it happens daily, someplace! Are you ready?

Shop talk: I hired a tall, thin accountant from Charlotte, North Carolina, with banking experience.

My policy was, never fool around on the job. But Hank demanded attention. He would linger in my office, always showing his bulge well.

After he got to know me he said everybody at work knows the boss man is gay, and he wondered if I thought he was cute.

He said, "When ya going to visit me after work? I'll make it worth your while," etc.

One day he invited me to lunch, and as we stood in a crowded elevator, he purposely rubbed his crotch into my thigh, which sent me into another world salivating over the lust built up inside me for him.

At a bar of a popular restaurant, we ate knee to knee.

I was 52 and he only 26.

Accountant waves hard-on at boss

After lunch, he said he was going to his garaged car so I followed. He leaned over and looked for something in the trunk. I touched his butt. He asked if we had time for a spin. Sure. We drove to a nearby public park.

On the way, he said he wondered what I thought about him. He put his right hand on my left knee. I answered as positive as possible. I told him, out of 60 applicants for his job he was the best qualified, all-around person, including his physical looks, and I don't like to fool around on the job.

He pointed out the lunch hour wasn't company time and he thought, well, since he was new in town, 26, and didn't know anyone maybe I'd take him under my wing for awhile.

With that he unzipped his fly, pulled his belt apart, and said, plus I need you now! With that he pulled up under a big oak tree and parked, sliding his seat all the way back and in a reclining position.

The invitation was overwhelming. Through a thicket of fine hair I saw a delightful, familiar, veined, brown tube that swelled, as he thought of me taking him.

When he wiggled out of his pants, his eight inches popped up. He waved it. I chuckled, told him he was beautiful, and consumed his cock head and whole staff. Within seconds, Hank's hands were on the back of my head holding me firm into his crotch, hips vibrating convulsively, spurting juices into my mouth and down my throat which seemed like gallons, until there wasn't any more and his prick softened, still in my warm mouth.

I told him to drive and get me back to work or I'd dock him for being late from lunch.

I worried sick all afternoon about that incident, hoping it wasn't the start of something that I liked and needed but didn't want to get around.

That night we both worked late. At 9:30 P.M. we had a boilermaker (shot & beer) at a straight bar and I got a 6-pack of beer and went to his flat. I guess I was curious how and where he lived.

He wasn't fully moved in yet and I stepped over boxes to put the beer in his fridge.

In his bedroom, which he called "Playroom," he had boxes of Playboy and Hustler. He said he was "straight," in fact insisted that he was.

We sat on the floor watching Tuesday Night Boxing on TV. We started fooling around. I told him I was there to finish the afternoon's episode in the park and would give him a good massage.

He took off his clothes and I did too, not knowing what he expected. I rubbed, caressed, and kissed his back, neck, limbs, rolled him over on his back, worshipped his frontage, caressed his chest (no hair at all), nipples, face, neck, nose, ears, eyes, ran my fingers through his hair, and began nibbling my way down to his crotch again. His prick stood up and I serviced it again, sucking his balls, turning him over, spreading his cheeks, kissing, licking.

'Straight' takes dick like a man

All this time, my cock was dripping pre-cum.

I rimmed his asshole, spit on my dick, placed myself prone over him, penetrated his slippery asshole, and slipped my hands & arms under his chest, holding his shoulders, and rode that guy into oblivion.

He took it like a man, a good man too!

Being experienced, I learned not to lose control for awhile, so off and on for 20 minutes I fucked his asshole, even long after he shot his load under himself from the friction and excitement on the floor, until I came deep inside his guts with such a roar the entire building must have heard it.

Laying exhausted, all sweaty & hot, still on top and inside him, afterwards, I whispered sweet nothings into his ear, telling him too that I wasn't really gay either, I just suck and fuck 26 y.o. willing men!

Well, whatever happened, happened.

Hank never bothered me again. The next time I visited his flat unannounced, he had a girlfriend with him. They were close but never married.

Hank resigned on his second anniversary and told me before he left he still beats off fantasizing that night I fucked him. But he said he didn't want a male lover. If he could find a woman who'd suck him off half as well as I did, that he could fuck, have kids, he'd be happy.

I asked about his asshole. He said, only one got that, and one alone was enough.

I was indeed flattered.

Editor's Note: The first episode in the above letter- about a typical religious gathering in Manhattan in 1957- seems especially inspiring when contrasted to such sinful clerics today as The Reverend Marion Robertson. Marion evidently wanted to get away from the bisexuality of his first name and now calls himself by the more butch name, Pat. But he is so fucking stupid he doesn't seem to be aware that "Pat" also stands for "Patricia." It is fascinating to watch-- but not listen-- to him on TV because of the mesmerizing twitch in the left corner of his mouth.

I have requested the author of the above letter to send more for future books, especially about his experiences in school and in Japan. --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.