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Texas-- I was inspired to write a letter to you by some of the other letters you have published. I am now 76 years old and still active. Also I am a widower but never bring anyone home with me as I am still closeted in a sense.

These are true memories about real people but the experiences have been disguised just enough so that nobody could be recognized.

When I arrived at the Naval Academy as a new Plebe, I was fresh out of the enlisted ranks and in the uniform of a Fireman 3/C. I reported to the room assigned me and found three roommates already there. Two had the center room and the third had a side room off of it. My room was like his only on the opposite side of the center room. We introduced ourselves and went about the job of getting settled in.

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That night when taps sounded we hit the sack and it was only a few minutes after when I realized one of the room mates had come in my room. It was Ted and he sat on the side of the bunk and began talking and soon was feeling around. I had never had an experience like that excepting when a fag picked me up in San Pedro, took me to his apartment, and got my gun off four times that night. I had been willing for that, but was afraid of being caught fooling around at the Navy School.

Now I know that I have been gay as long as I remember, but always was closeted and afraid of anyone knowing. Ted got me aroused and he said he would suck my cock if I would suck his.

Ted had been to a military school in New Mexico for two years, and knew the score. Although I had been in the Navy for two years, I was still pretty naive. At first I repelled his advances but not for long, as his hand on my prick knew it was not soft any longer.

I have about seven inches-- fat and uncut-- and his turned out to be about the same. I had thrown back the covers as it was a June night and warm, and he felt around for awhile and finally licked my meat and then took it all in his warm mouth.

He showed his experience and soon had me giving him a good load of cum. After that he stuck his beautiful blond-haired cock in my mouth and I took it like he'd done mine. He was as ready as I was.

It was all over pretty soon and I didn't know if it would ever happen again.

One night later he asked me to come out and sit on the terrace and look at the moonlight on the bay with him. It was a beautiful evening and we were alone. He fondled me and I reciprocated with him and soon we were both hard and jacking each other's dicks in earnest.

He shot his wad first and as his foreskin was pulled back the hole was clear and he shot a big load about six feet. I saw that and shot off too and he caught a lot of it in his hand and rubbed it on the head of my cock and that just about drove me out of my mind. It gets real tender when I come.

For four years we periodically took care of each other but I got crushes on other midshipmen who showed big baskets in their uniform pants. One in particular was an upper-classman from New Jersey. He turned me on so much I often jacked off at night just thinking of him. When he was graduating I wrote an anonymous letter to him to let him know someone left behind could love him. I don't know how he took it but I know he got the letter.

I was on the swimming team and one of the upper-classmen was noted for his huge piece of meat, and when I saw it in the shower room I knew his reputation was well founded. It was long even when it was soft and I could hardly keep from getting a hard on when I saw it. He went on to become an Admiral and a war hero.

Many I knew were lost at sea in World War II but I was out of the Navy so I survived.

I went in the Army in WWII and was stationed in Fort Sill. In Lawton, Oklahoma, there was an old hotel with a large rest room in the basement. It was a wild place where guys met and sucked and even stripped naked in the booths and a lot went on.

I was married by that time and my wife was out of town, when one Saturday afternoon I met two young soldiers out on pass from boot camp, and invited them to my house. We stripped and went to bed and I blew one while the other waited. Then I told him to rest while I took care of his buddy, and after that we started all over again. So I had both of them twice and they dressed and left. I guess they were excited for an officer to do that to them. It is one of my fond memories and I wish it could happen again.

There are many memories of cocks in the military I have known and although I am now old, I can still get a hard on and cum when I think of them.

Editor's Note: I've written to this man, asking for more. That "wild" men's room in Lawton should be immortalized in detail; it sounds as though it belongs in my department called A Golden Treasury of Great American Toilets. [­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.