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California-- It has been about 3 years or so. Haven't written 'cause I've been so busy. Saw your new book; fabulous!

Even with AIDS, crime, etc., there are horny straight young cocks out there to suck. I had a few true situations this year in Alameda, a fairly big Navy base across the bay from San Francisco with several "straight" bars that are sort of cruisy if you act right and you are patient. I take the rapid transit from Berkeley sometimes on Sat. nights so I can drink with the boys and not have to drive. I might suck cock in the trees, which is illegal, but I don't drink and drive, which is also illegal.

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The bars and guys are not so cruisy these days as five years ago, but believe me, there are still hard, horny, thick cocks out there for cocksuckers like me. I'm 35, tall, fairly slender, and I know how to act.

I only like straight or bi guys, buffed, butch, tattoos a plus, under 28. I like when guys talk about fuckin' pussy. It's better to tell them, when it comes up, that you're bi, not gay, or they get turned off.

Sometimes I'll pay straight guys to suck them off. I don't mind because it's an excuse for them and a chance for me to really get my money's worth. If a hunk is tanned and in a tank top, I really love it and I work extra hard for the cock. I'll beg for it.

I was at a bar in Alameda Saturday night and the ship was in-- the U.S.S. Gompers-- and this big blond hunk in a tank top caught my eye. He was 22, buffed, tan, about 6', about 195 pounds. He had gorgeous tanned legs in workout shorts. I would have given anything, anything-- to feel, kiss, and lick his legs.

He turned out to be sort of rude, macho, and mean, which made it even better.

We talked while he was playing the juke box and I think he caught on right away that I wanted to taste his shit-hole.

I bought him a few beers and during our conversation I would lightly slap him on his shoulders so I could feel his muscles. He didn't mind but told me not to do anything if his friends show up. I knew I'd lose him if his buddies showed so I told him there was a hotel down the street where you could rent pussy flicks. I knew in half an hour I'd be sniffing his delicious asshole and swallowing a real sailor's yummy, creamy load.

He told me to meet him outside the bar (straight trade is always so discreet about it).

Outside he gave me the rules: he was the boss and he would call the shots, he didn't get fucked, he didn't suck dick, he didn't fuck ass.

I pay for the room and buy him a six pack.

These rules were just perfect for me. "Since you're going to drink more beer," I said, "would you piss in my mouth?" He looked shocked.

"Sounds kinky," he said, "but I'll do it."

Sucks ass for 10 minutes

At the room he let me pull off his tank top and I pulled down his pants and he showed a hard on in his white briefs. I said I'd love to be his slave and he said, "You are my slave, cocksucker."

He made me walk around on my knees and open him a beer. He let me sniff and lick his feet, which were just right. They smelled just like a real man's feet should smell. I told him I wanted to keep his used white socks.

"They cost money, cocksucker. You can buy 'em for $10."

It was the best 10 bucks I ever spent.

I sucked on his toes, licked between them, perfect. Then I pulled down his briefs with my teeth and began kissing and licking his thick hard cock. He was real horny and I loved it. I deep throated it and it throbbed in my mouth.

He kicked back in the easy chair and watched pussy flicks while I serviced him.

"Oh, man, that feels good," he said. "You're a good cocksucker.

I licked his balls, then slipped my tongue right into his asshole. He said no one had licked his asshole before and he loved it. It tasted just like a real man's asshole should taste. I cleaned it out for him; I was using my tongue for what it was meant to be used for.

After about 10 minutes of sucking out his asshole, I then sucked as much of his cock as I could. He said to wait 'cause he had to piss. I couldn't wait to taste it. But he got belligerent and said that was too sick & he wouldn't do it. I asked him if he would piss down my throat if I gave him another $10 and he said, "Make it $20 and you can have all my piss."

Being the thirsty, cum-loving, ass-tasting, piss-drinking guy that I am, I couldn't resist. I swallowed every drop on my knees and only a bit got on my chin and the carpet.

I then kept sucking his cock and about 2 minutes later he grabbed me by the neck and started pumping my throat. Then he yelled, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. Suck it off."

I then tasted gobs and gobs of thick, creamy cum. I kept it in my mouth and let some drool down my chin.

After he came he went into the bathroom & washed up and then came out and put his clothes back on and didn't say a word. He was the type to leave alone after he cums.

He said, "I can't believe I did that," then left and slammed the door.

I could still taste his piss and load when I then jacked off onto the carpet, dreaming about his tasty body.

Now I was ready for another horny sailor. More to cum.

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.