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Michigan-- This happened about 30 years ago, when I was living in Washington.

Jeff (not his real name) was the first guy I met who could piss without losing his hard on. (I've since met only two others who could do this.) At that time, we were both in our late 30s; he was six-foot-one (just an inch taller than I), had a solid, muscular body, a moustache, and one of the biggest cocks I've ever enjoyed, with big, low-hanging balls. Although I tried, I could never get both of them in my mouth at the same time.

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Jeff was a high school principal, married (two children), and black (I'm white).

About once a month (always on Sundays, when his wife took the children to visit her family in Baltimore), Jeff would 'phone me. By the time he got to my apartment, I'd have the bed turned back, the KY on the bed stand, and the Scotch on the kitchen counter. When he rang the doorbell, I'd be nude.

Just inside my apartment door, we'd kiss (sucking on each others' lips and tongues). Then Jeff would go into the bedroom, where he'd leave his clothes on a chair. Back in the living room Jeff would spread out in a stuffed chair. I'd bring him a Scotch on the rocks, then get on my knees between and legs and lick and suck his cock and balls.

Then he'd put his legs up over the arms of the chair so I could lick, suck, and tongue his asshole. While I did that, Jeff liked me to use my hands to rub, pinch, and twist his nipples.

When he'd finished his Scotch, we'd go to the bedroom. Jeff would get on the bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard. I'd suck some more on his cock, which was too long and too thick for me to get in my mouth completely. Then I'd use KY on his cock, squirt some up my asshole and, facing him, slowly sit down on his cock. It took a while but I didn't stop until I could feel his balls pressed against my ass. Once his cock was all the way in (it was about 11 x 6-1/2 inches), we took turns licking, sucking, and biting each other's nipples. Then, while he kept thrusting up into me, I'd jack off. Usually, we managed to come together.

This is how I found out Jeff could piss without losing his hard on. One time, when I'd just got his cock all the way up my ass, Jeff said he had to piss. I said that meant he'd lose his hard on. No way, he said. I said I didn't believe it. He asked if I wanted proof. I said sure. Here it comes, he said, and I could feel him pissing in my ass! It was a sensational feeling and almost made me come without jacking off. To prove he hadn't lost his hard on, Jeff fucked me. It was great feeling both his cum and piss filling my ass.

Another time, when Jeff was still spread out on the stuffed chair in my living room, he asked me if I'd like some recycled Scotch. I kept his cock in my mouth but looked up and nodded at him. I clamped my mouth around just the head of his cock (which was about the size and color of a plum). In a couple of seconds I got a trickle, then a spurt, then a steady flow. Before I swallowed it, I could taste it-- not exactly Scotch, but not at all unpleasant.

There were other things Jeff liked to do with piss and cum; he also introduced me to the pleasure/pain of clothespins. Interested? **

Editor's Note: Yes, I am interested. Jeff and the above writer seem like a good match. But by the time I got around to answering his letter, mine was returned by the PO with the notation that he had moved. I just barely get my writing and editing for publication done and am seldom able to reply promptly to the writers.

Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's twelfth volume of true sex histories.

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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.