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Texas-- Your stories make me think of my own stories every time I read one. The most recent one reminded me of a time when I was in Baltimore in the Navy. It was late on a Friday or Saturday night and I was cruising the streets. I wasn't gutsy enough to go into bars, having done it only once. That one time scared me because everyone, it seemed, wanted to feel my body and I was not yet aware that I was pretty cute. I didn't understand their intentions.

It must have been very late, between 1 and 2 a.m. I saw a very nice-looking guy walking slowly down one of the downtown streets and as I drove by, he looked at me. I waved and slowed down and said hello. Did he want to get in and ride around? Yes.

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We drove for maybe 15-20 minutes and got pretty explicit about what we wanted and how horny we were. Neither of us had had a lot of experience. I did most of the talking. We introduced ourselves and got relaxed in each other's company.

I told him I would like to screw him but he had never done that and actually wanted the same. He was about 6 feet tall and of medium build, with spiky-cut light brown hair and green eyes. He had a flashy smile and very white teeth. I am taller and thinner, with very short blond hair.

After finding that we were not going to get precisely what we wanted from each other, I suggested that we find someone to fuck. He thought that would be fun, but where would we go?

I knew of 2 bars and drove up to one, very near the entrance. It must have been near closing time because a number of guys were coming out alone & in groups.

Craig (I think that was his name) stayed in the car while I got out and simply walked up to a man just exiting from the door. He was attractive and maybe 5 years older than we were. I told him that I and a friend wanted to fuck someone.

Without any hesitation the guy agreed and said we could go up to his apartment over near the university.

When we got in we small-talked for a few minutes about some tropical fish and then the host asked Craig and me to get undressed. He continued talking but escorted us into the bedroom. Craig and I laid naked in the bed playing with each other while the host watched. I got very aroused and said I was ready to fuck. The host-guy slipped off his pants and I fucked him standing up. I remember getting off on being watched. Like a performer-- I've got a pretty big cock.

I also remember it being about the best feeling I'd ever experienced. I must have fucked for 10 minutes and shot a large load (this was in the in the mid 70s, before condoms were a necessity).

I'm getting a hard-on just writing this down and can't keep my left hand off my dick.

Craig now got out of the bed and it was his turn. I watched. He was very excited and fucked furiously in the slickened ass. He lasted only about five minutes and I remember his virtually screaming when he had an orgasm.

The host-guy just smiled and said, "I told you it was good, didn't I?"

We left and I took Craig downtown and we never saw each other again.

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.