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Manhattan (July, 1992) Maybe you can use this letter or some parts of it.

All true of course.

Sitting in my office feeling horny, prick semi-hard in my shorts thinking about the incredible night I had at the Adonis theatre last night.

I never even ejaculated my seed (even though I was stiff all night). That place was so hot last night I couldn't believe it. It was like a continual series of wet dreams, but they were all live.

I got there at 9 P.M. and left about 11:15 and saw nothing but great looking guys "getting their nut" the whole time. Some highlights:

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Beautiful heinies. In the balcony, a lot of guys get sucked off standing up. They drop their pants and often their underpants and their handsome butts are on display. Most of the time a guy doesn't mind if someone else caresses or fingers his rear end while his buddy is blowing him. I've lost track of all the really handsome cheeks and warm cracks I enjoyed last night.

The best was a lean teenage fair-skinned black kid getting blown by a bigger white guy in his mid-twenties. The kid wasn't handsome but had a cute face and a very nice hard smooth body, about 5 feet 9 inches, 135 Ibs.

His ass was perfect, small, round, and firm.

This mutual suck and stroke job went on for about 45 minutes. The guys were both great, changing positions and delaying their orgasms over and over.

I spent most of the time standing in back of the younger one, enjoying stroking and feeling and kissing and licking that incredible bottom of his. The skin was cool and faintly sweaty on the rounded part of his buttocks and got warmer as my fingers moved softly into his crack and near his sweet hole.

I put my nose in there and the smell was beautiful, musky but delicate.

Once when they changed positions, he pulled his white jockeys up to cover his cheeks while leaving them down under his nut bag in front. (I noticed he wore them with the waist band folded down once, I guess because the label felt scratchy on the soft skin of his lower back just above his cleft.)

Anyway, when he had his briefs covering his heinie, I gently rubbed my fingers and then my nose on the cotton near his crack. I'll never forget the warmth and the beautiful odor of that material.

Another outstanding ass was just the opposite­ big and white on a handsome muscular preppy jock, quiet and shy. He was about 6 feet 2 inches, a very solid maybe 200 Ibs., natural muscular build but not overdeveloped, great sun tan and tan line, wearing blue shorts (mid-thigh), sneakers, white tank top, white Jockey brand jockeys. Nice features but not "pretty," nice pug nose. Blue eyes, blond hair on his head and butt. Darker hair on his crotch. Very handsome solid circumcised penis pointing almost straight up. Helmet-shaped glans, a little wider than the shaft. Veins in the shaft not too prominent. About 6-1/2 inches.

'A vigorous little fucker'

But I'm supposed to be telling you about the incredible ass. While he was making out standing up with another guy in one of the rows of seats in the balcony, I was standing watching them in the next row down. His shorts were open and his erection was out the top of them. I slowly lowered them in the back and drank in the sight of his big solid football player butt stretching the white cotton. Great!

Then­ greater­ I pulled down his briefs in the back. Two fantastically handsome ivory buttocks, broad, meaty, firm, and rounded.

I caressed them with my finger tips and whole hand and just gently ran a finger up and down the warm moist crack and kissed the dimpled side of the butt nearest me (the right one).

I also caressed a really sweet "little boy" type behind (small, rounded, firm, smooth) on a small handsome teenager (about 5 feet 5 inches 120 lbs.) who looked like he might have been Italian and Oriental. He was a vigorous little fucker. I watched him fucking with three different guys but I can't swear he came each time.

There were many more nice butts but I'll go on to penes and ejaculations.

One guy was tall­ over 6 feet­ trim, brown hair, smooth chest good features, Irish looking. He wore khaki shorts and a white Tshirt and blue ribbed Hanes jockeys which got real sweaty because the theatre was warm. He kept the Khaki shorts on and he was working hard sucking a younger guy's cock. When I first joined them the Irish type was sitting down with his legs wide spread, his pants open his jockey waist band down under his ball sac, jerking his hard dick while he sucked the guy who was standing between his legs feeding him his rod. The Irish type's erection was about seven inches, a little bit thicker than average, tapered from thick at the root to somewhat smaller across at the nice bullet-shaped head. Very solid and rigid. He was cut. The younger guy's prick was a little over six inches, uncut, average thickness, and was also uniform from root to tip.

Every once in awhile in their marathon he would lose some of his stiffness for awhile. Maybe he was getting tired.

For awhile I had my hand stuck up the right leg of the older guy's shorts into his groin (sweaty), fondling his testicles, which were drawn up close to his root inside his damp jockey pouch.

'Gimme your wad'

Then I slid my hand down the back of his shorts and got my finger into the top of his heinie crack (sweaty).

When they traded places and he stood in front of the kid to be sucked, his shorts fell around his knees and I caressed his buttocks (another nice solid butt, smooth and full) through his briefs, which were soaked with sweat and smelled great.

One last time they traded places and went for their orgasms. The Irish guy beat his meat like crazy while he sucked the kid. He was gasping, sweating, saying things like gimme your wad, and his face was pure lust.

I pulled his T-shirt up to his armpits so he wouldn't soak it with cum and so I could play with his nipples.

I held him by the shoulder and then he ejaculated for a long time. Most of his generous load landed in big puddles on his left front and side between his nipple and his bush. He had stopped sucking the kid, who was standing over him, half bent forward, supporting himself with his left hand against the wall in back of them (they were in the top row) and beating his meat fast with his right hand.

He came then, aiming at the other guy's puddles. They were both fucking beautiful.

I used my handkerchief to wipe the two loads off the guy's belly and wipe off the two softening dicks. I've got the handkerchief right here in my pocket. The stains are crusty and stiff and the smell is so nice.

This is getting very long (my cock is bone hard in my pants) so I'll just tell you about one more scene.

The men's room is down in the basement. I went to piss. Three urinals. Good looking short dark-haired guy about 35 at the middle one. Faded jeans, sneakers, tan sport shirt. Nice compact build, dark eyes, fair skin, smooth. He's not pissing; he's stroking a very big, thick, smooth-veined, ivory-colored, pink-headed, uncut dong­ nearly eight inches and fat! And beautiful.

At the right hand a younger Hispanic guy in shorts and a tank top, dark hair, mustache, is doing the same thing, but turned into the corner of the room so I can't see his prick.

I start to stroke when I finish pissing but I get the idea they want to do it by themselves. I move away a little and just watch for a few minutes. They keep jerking slowly but nothing more happens until a handsome, well-tanned guy (about 20-22), sandy curly hair, smooth in a gray T shirt and clean jeans and sneakers, carrying a shoulder pack, comes in to piss. He stands at the left hand urinal, unzips and flops it out. Halfway through, he notices what's going on. He finishes pissing, leaves it out and starts to stroke. Pretty dick, rosy tan, cut, 61/2" with a nice mushroom. He reaches over and holds the middle guy's heavy rod and starts to stroke it.

They face each other; I stand next to them. The new guy opens his pants and drops them and snaps his jockey waistband under his smooth nut bag. He is pumping his fuck tool as he squats and gobbles the middle guy's big organ.

A 'warm silky asshole'

The Hispanic in the corner, believe it or not, leaves at this point!

An older black guy takes his place, takes out his huge already wet erection, and begins wacking it. I kneel next to the sucker, slide my left hand down the back of his jeans to stroke his smooth butt, which is slightly spread apart by his squatting position, so I can also touch his warm silky asshole.

With my right hand I begin to stroke his hard penis, now oozing strings of pre-ejaculate which I spread around his flaring dark pink bulb to make it all wet and slick and feel as beautiful as it looks.

Three or four more guys arrive, watch, get aroused, and begin to masturbate. One of them strokes and squeezes the middle guy's firm heinie (the one getting blown) but it's through a layer of denim; he wants to keep his pants on. His cock sticks out of his fly to be sucked, not standing up from a naked hairy groin and belly, which most guys would prefer, I think.

The cocksucker is very good and I can tell he's getting close to blowing his own wad. The other guy is taking longer to come. The armpits of the sucker's gray T-shirt are soaked, he starts to breathe harder. With the big penis still in his mouth, he grunts and comes.

The first long rope jets out and splashes the jeans of the guy he is sucking about halfway between ankle and knee of his left leg. The rest goes on the floor and my fist, warm, gooey, creamy-white, superior stuff.

Watching this has brought Big Dick on line for his turn. He bends almost double over the head and back of his sucker, gasps oh, yes! and gushes his spunk into the warm wet mouth and onto the guy's lips and chin. Some of it drips down onto his T-shirt.

I nearly come but don't (why?). A couple of the onlookers do. One of them is as handsome as a model­ lean, muscular, light skinned. He could be a combination of black and Hispanic. I watch his beautiful 6 inch rigid fuck muscle as he erupts streaks of cum into the left hand urinal.

I smell and taste some of the cocksucker's semen still on my hand and rub some of it into my mustache to dry there.

There was a lot more that went on­ I still can't believe it. It's the best night I ever spent in a movie theatre.

I didn't get to see much of the movies.

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.