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Atlanta­ Have a couple of clippings for you so I thought I'd pass along an experience or so.

My brother was friends with a couple that lived across the street from us. We were closer than neighbors. Earl, the husband, was about the same age as brother Joe and he was eight years senior to me. Earl was good as a mechanic though he worked at odd jobs for the most part. He overhauled our car once and usually kept it tuned up. His wife had the car and Earl rode a big Harley.

That wasn't the only thing he rode. He had a reputation of being a cocksman and frequently regaled us with tales of his exploits. At one time he was fucking around with a girl in one of the local whorehouses and she provided him with intimate descriptions of some of the unusual events there. My 16-year-old mind soaked up anything sexual, especially since my own experience was so limited. I thought Earl was really something.

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Late one day he was invited to dinner with us since his wife was working a night shift. After we ate and everyone was sitting around shooting the shit, time ran on and it was nearing bedtime. Earl suggested I go over to his place and spend the night. There being no objection, and I seeing no reason not to go, I went.

Their house was a one bedroom and kitchen set up. No living room, so it was either sit at the table or go in the bedroom. Earl suggested that we go ahead and get in bed where we could talk until we went to sleep.

We stripped down to our shorts and lay down together on the bed. It was a warm Florida night so Earl said that we should sleep in the raw. He asked me to take his shorts off and I did. Then he took mine off for me. This began to get to me and I had a hard time fighting a hard on. He began to ask me things like when was the last time I jacked off, if I'd ever eaten pussy, etc. He was getting an erection and as I watched his cock grow, mine followed suit. Then he got up and got a pair of his wife's panties and put them on and lay back down.

He explained that he liked the feel of her panties on his rod and balls. And he began to feel himself up through the panties. He wanted me to feel him too. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity of handling that hunk of meat. It was surely eight inches.

He moaned and began to talk about how good it felt to have my fingers moving on his meat. He reached over and began to stroke me. Man I was feeling good. I warned him that I would cum if he didn't leave me alone for awhile because I had a short fuse. He told me not to worry about that because it would take longer after I had gotten some cunt.

He just held me while I began to work on him. He moved around a little, obviously enjoying my hand. He wanted to know if I had ever had my cock sucked and I told him no. I really didn't if you didn't count the teenager next door some five years earlier.

I asked him the same question and he said, "Sure. Lots of times by both guys and cunts. It feels real good. Almost as good as fucking."

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Scum, Boyd McDonald's 13th book 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.