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New York City-- Cruising the Adonis balcony. Very hand some brown-haired Irish guy about six feet tall, 170 lbs., in his 20s, was making out with a slender blond runner type Irish guy wore red tee shirt and black cycle shorts.

Runner wore short running shorts (pulled down to expose his nice smooth butt) and a tank top.

Scene went on for a long time and gathered a group of admirers/participants, including me. I sat directly in front of them. Both erections on display. Runner's was long, average thick, and curved upward with a nicely dened nob and smallish testes pulled up fairly tight to the base of his shaft. Handsome's was a beautiful, thick, stubby club, arrow straight and stiff as a steel bar, no more than 5-1/2 inches and very strong and sturdy looking. Its glans was the same width as the shaft, i.e., very thick.

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I stroked both of them and eventually sucked Handsome. Also caressed and licked his large furry ball bag.

Other guys were standing around and beating off and feeling up the two stars.

Toward the end Handsome wanted me exclusively to attend to his penis. I asked him to take off his shirt and I pulled down his shorts and told him how great he looked standing there naked. He liked hearing it.

I played with his nipples (lightly haired) and pits and butt crack and belly button and stroked and sucked his fat rigid fuck muscle. He would stop me when he was near coming. Then I'd start again and he'd look me in the eye intensely and whisper "faster."

The lm ended; the lights came on and he said "I'm gonna come!" I held his cock in my st and his thick seed came in strong pulses on my shirt front and then on my forearm and hand and on the seat.

The other guys were saying things like, "Oh, look at that!" and "Beautiful" and some of them were coming too.

A slender bearded guy standing next to him came a nice load of thick cream through his foreskin and it dripped onto the seat in front of him. Semen everywhere. The smell of it too.

I came in full strong spurts against the seat back I was facing. I cleaned his cum off my hand and arm with my handkerchief (which I 'm still carrying).

The janitor yelled from below, "Break it up."

As we left the theatre, I told Handsome, "Thanks. That was great." He looked dazed and nodded to me.

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.