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The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th volume of true sex histories

Florida-- On my trips around the country I would often spend my free time in malls cruising. At one time Denver had a terrific mall called Southglen that I would frequent. The toilets were upstairs and had 4 stalls, all with glory holes. I would spend hours in there playing. It was especially hot around 3:30 to 4:30 in the afternoons. The local high school was a block away and every kid with a hard on must have known about those toilets. If I had known about toilets when I was that age I would have been there too. The young fuckers had dicks like blue steel and they shot warm sweet loads into my mouth.

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n Oklahoma City I was at a mall every day for a week. There were three stalls and since it was a new mall I decided I would get things going. I went in early one morning with tools and opened up a hole just made for sucking hot rods thru.

In Houston, the Galleria was the place to be. I would spend all my free days there cruising between the first floor west toilet and the one upstairs on the east side. A lot of office workers came thru this mall at lunch time and since there was a large parking garage on one side of the mall with several enclosed stairwells, there were plenty of places to escape to once contact was made.

Both toilets were hot and equally busy. The west side had peep holes but low partitions so you could stand and work your prick and look over and see into the next stall.

The upstairs toilet had thick walls that were also low between the heads. It also had a polished aluminum ceiling that made cruising so easy. Just had to lean back, look up and there, usually, was the other guy checking you out also.

This east toilet was probably a bit busier in the afternoons. Once I picked up a hot-looking man, tall, dark, in western drag. He had a 7 inch uncut thick tool and wanted it worked on. Right up my alley.

We headed for the stairwells in the parking garage. We went in and climbed up two levels and looked out to see how busy that level was. Hardly any cars so we got to it.

I fell to my knees and he pulled out his lovely long prick and waved it at my face, then slapped me with it.

Suddenly we heard some shuffling and started to cover up. Down the stairs came two guys who just grinned at us. They obviously just finished having sex and were on their way back down.

They passed by and I passed my hand to this guy's prick. I pulled it to my mouth and began to slowly pull it deep into my throat where I could swallow around it, making myself gag on its length and width. Hardly anything makes my cock harder than to choke on a fat juicy stiff dick.

He let me work him in this way until he was close and then he pushed my head against the wall and fucked my face deeply with sure penetrating strokes.

I came in my fist. He emptied his load into my throat. Never even got a taste of it, just the sensation of his hot cum pumping into my gullet.

Spanked, beaten, fucked

When I moved to Denver I started college but was also working in one of the hottest gay bars in town. School suffered quickly and I dropped out. The money was good and the sex voluminous. I had a trick every night and would stop at the bookstore several times a week. Denver was blessed with 4 baths, including the wonderful Ballpark. I frequented it a couple of nights a week.

One of my first boyfriends was an alcoholic so he didn't go to the bars. We met at a rest area south of Denver. Kurt showed me all the public places to have sex within 50 miles of Denver. We had a great time hitting the universities, stores, office buildings, parks, and rest areas.

My friends all spoke of San Francisco as a gay mecca. I found Denver had all the sex anyone could want if one had a little initiative and would just open their eyes. After 2 years I wanted a change and moved to Dallas. For 8 months I lived with an intense man who was into speed and sex. I had gone to the baths one night and met a fellow. He thought I would be a perfect set up for Mr. T. I went home with my new friend and another hot guy and we played for awhile. Mostly tying his friend up and spanking him. Finally he decided to call Mr. T and take us both to him.

Mr. T was short, balding, bearded, glasses but generated an air of authority. My friend and I became Mr. T's helpers in a several-hour scene of bondage. I don't remember the other kid's name but I do remember that he had a lot of hangups about sex due to his religious beliefs. He was really into getting spanked and beaten and then getting fucked. Several months after this night the young man committed suicide.

After awhile my friend and the young kid left and Mr. T and I were left alone. We got high. We had been up all night and it was now dawn. He had beautiful arms that went down to full working-class hands. Mr. T was a carpenter by day. He had a narrow waist that came down from a full chest. His pubic hair was cropped short and his balls were shaved.

Later after we had been living together for awhile I grew to appreciate his ass. It was always willing to take a hard cock if the man was man enough.

His cock was not large but it was incredibly suckable and I would learn to spend hours with it in my mouth, going from it to his rose-petal asshole.

Mr. T was the first man I met who I wanted to eat his ass.

Anyway, the first 8 hours we were alone together, I laid there while Mr. T fucked me and I sold my soul to this man for the next 8 months. He became my focus and all my attention sexually was turned onto this man.

I had never been jealous about my lovers having sex with other people, but with Mr. T this all changed. We started fucking with other people and it drove me crazy to see him with someone else. I can put this personality change down to the speed we were doing.

Mr. T and I had many scenes. One night he had me and another kid-- who happened to be from my home town in California-- tied up, gagged, in the toilet of his apt. We also drank his piss. Another evening we spent at the tubs-- myself getting tied up in a room with the door open. This would get a lot of attention. Mr. T would pick a couple of hot men and invite them in to abuse my mouth and ass. When we would finish this scene we would usually end up in the glory holes sucking dick like mad.

By the light of dawn we would be laying on the floor under the glory holes watching the last few get their dicks sucked above us. We'd still be jacking off there on the floor when the morning hard ons came in to be sucked.

Junkyard date

When I was still living in a small town in Colorado and was about 20 I worked in a restaurant on the main drag. It was a 2-storey converted house with the kitchen and the bar on the first floor. After the initial managers left I had the upstairs dining room to myself. They would usually show up an hour or so late and offer to help. By then I would have handled everything and they would go downstairs to the bar and party.

My bus boy was an 18-year-old high school student. His name was Mike and he was cute in a quiet, intelligent manner. Because the managers were too cheap to hire him, as much as we needed him, he would still stop by in the early evenings when he was out on his runs. Mike was on the cross country track team at the local high school. He would help me with the dinner rush and then when things quieted down we would go into the waiters' station and make out.

Mike had a slim, hard body, small round ass, and a cock that would make a grown man proud. With a fat head and 7 inches of shaft, it was more than a mouthful for this novice cocksucker.

Mike would sit in the open door of the dumb waiter and I would kiss him and play with his nipples, slowly moving my hands down to his crotch.

He would lift his butt up and the gym shorts would slide off. He ran without a jock strap and when the shorts came down his dick came up. Because there were still usually people in the dining room, I had to stay dressed. Mike would be left there in the waiters' station in running shoes if I had to check on my tables.

His cock would still be hard when I got back and we would start in again. I would suck his cock until he shot in my mouth and I would jack off on the floor.

One night we went out on a regular date in my '56 Chevvy. We drove out to the junk yard and parked with all the other young kids. We climbed into the back seat and got naked together and fucked and sucked until the windows were all steamed over. Had to use our shirts to wipe them dry to be able to see to drive home.

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.