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Montreal-- I'm writing in response to your request for sex histories.

I've read four of your STH books and find them fascinating.

The first cock I remember seeing was my father's. I was four years old and was spying on him pissing in the outhouse. I remember his dick being brownish in color and with an ample foreskin. He caught me watching him and didn't scold me and seemed to take a long time putting his big piece of meat back inside his fly. He died two years later and that was the only opportunity I had to see his cock.

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My mother sold the house and packed her five kids up and we moved away.

She raised money by selling beer so there were often late night parties going on and more often than not, drunks passed out in the living room. I remember exploring inside one of the guys' pants as he slept on the couch one Sunday morning while my mother and sisters were at church. I was about eight years old and my young cock was so hard it hurt I slowly lowered his zipper, my heart pounding like crazy as I reached inside. He wore boxer shorts and I had no trouble extracting his tool and holding it in my small hands. He woke up and smiled at me and then closed his eyes again. His cock was big (I guess they all were to me at that age) and uncircumcised. The thing I remember most about it was his pubic hair. It wasn't curly or crinkly like most but very silky, as was the rest of his body hair. I didn't have time to explore much further as my family was due back from church and I was afraid of being caught.

I remember once, one of my mother's friends wanted to play a joke on another guy who was a regular at our house. He went into my mother's bedroom and took off all of his clothes. I don't remember why I was there just that I was. He put on one of my mother's dresses and a wig. Once he had the dress on he pulled his own jockey shorts off and put on a pair of my mother's nylon panties. I was standing right beside him as he lifted his leg to step into the panties. I got very excited seeing his hairy thighs as well as his big cock, balls, and asshole. It was a great joke he pulled on his friend and he went and sat on the guy's knee and let himself get felt up. They laughed about that for years to come but when I thought about it it always gave me a hard on.

My mother had a black lover around this time and one summer we went to live with his family at a housing project in the city. There were two boys around my age and we used to share a bed. One time I was laying around with one of them and we decided to play "I dare you." The way it worked was if one did something, the other had to do the same thing. First we took off our undershorts under the blankets and held the shorts up to prove that we were really bare-assed. Then he pulled the blankets down and gave me a quick look at his cock and balls and I had to do the same. From there we started feeling each other up and rubbing our naked bodies together. He went under the blanket and put my cock in his mouth and I did the same to him. I don't remember either of us getting a hard on at the time-- we were just exploring each others' bodies and having fun.

We moved back to the house in the country at the end of the summer and I began to make new friends.

One of these friends was named Phil and he was about two years older than I was. He had dark hair and eyes and I guess what you'd call a swimmer's physique. That is, smooth, slim, and hairless. But he did have a patch of pubic hair growing around his uncut cock. I was still relatively hairless and was intrigued by his growth. I don't remember how we began to play around together but once we started there was no stopping us.

There was a shack in the woods not far from both of our houses and we used to go there to fool around. He brought a bunch of old (women's) clothes there and we used to dress up and put on shows for each other. We'd strip naked and put on these old dresses and rub against each others' bodies. We'd push our hard ons back between our legs and feel each others' "cunt."

Once after we had finished dressing up we took all of our clothes off and lay down on the bed. Up to then I had been jerking off but had been "dry cumming." Phil lay behind me on the bed and told me that something was going to happen to me. He pushed his thick cock between my legs and began stroking my dick. After about a minute of his rubbing, my cock began spurting. My cock head quickly became sensitive so he stopped and asked me to do the same for him.

It didn't take him long either to shoot and it spattered over his chest.

We weren't really friends but whenever either of us felt like having sex we knew where to find each other.

I don't know who was teaching him the things that he knew but he was more than willing to show me and I was an eager student.

Please let me know if you'd like me to send you more.

Editor's Note: The above writer strikes me as ideal; his style could be used as a model. It is deceptively simple. It's not easy to write that way; I seldom manage to. His style has a purity that is especially appropriate for writing about sex-- a subject so fascinating it does not need a "hard sell" but can be described plainly. ­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.