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Upstate New York­ I'm glad you liked my last letter [which ran in one of these books]. I thought I'd tell you about another experience of mine.

I was in New Orleans about a year ago and ended up going to a bath house there. I guess I had the wrong night, because there weren't more than about a dozen guys there.

I had spent an hour or two there, sitting in the sauna and watching TV, and had a few okay but not noteworthy encounters. I was getting ready to go but went by to check out the porno films one last time. There was this guy there who was pretty persistent about looking at my dick and butt. I wasn't too interested- he was probably about 40, and not so attractive.

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But he kept on giving me the looks, and finally I thought, "Oh, what the hell." So I went off with him to his room.

When we got there, I saw that he had a whole lot of equipment­ chains and stuff. I was kind of scared, but also excited. He asked me if he could whip my ass. I told him it would be okay if he went easy on me.

Out of one of his bags, he pulled a thick leather collar. It was probably about six inches wide. He put this around my neck, so that I couldn't really move my head much.

Then he took a dog chain and put it around my dick and balls. He brought the length of the chain up through the crack of my ass and fastened it to the back of the collar. The chain was tight around my balls, but not so much that it hurt.

He told me to turn and face the wall and to put my hands against the wall and spread my legs. Then he got out a riding crop and started whipping my ass lightly. It didn't really hurt all that much- it mostly made my ass feel like it was glowing red hot.

Then he turned me around and started slapping my dick back and forth with the back of his hand.

After a few minutes, he told me to lay down on the bed on my stomach. He knelt at the head of the bed and positioned my head so he could fuck my face. I was sucking on his dick for about ten or fifteen minutes while he kept up the whip on my ass. His dick was about 5 inches long and pretty thick.

After that, he had me stand again & whipped me some more. This whole time, he hadn't allowed me to touch my dick, which was as swollen and hard as I've ever seen it. I was oozing pre-come the whole time, and about to pop.

Finally, he grabbed my dick with a handful of lube and started pumping.

I said, "I'm going to come, sir."

And he said, "Go ahead, boy."

And I came like never before. I think I shot about two feet, and my knees went weak, so I almost fell over.

I said over and over again, "Thank you, sir."

It's really funny, but I can't remember what he looked like, or what his name was, or whether he even came. I guess what I remember is the new sensations he brought me to.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Scum, Boyd McDonald's 13th volume of true sex histories.

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.