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The following is excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th volume of true sex histories

Ohio -- I'm a 30-year-old white male. Last week I saw Raunch for the first time & purchased it. Never in my life have I been so excited. After reading it cover-to-cover I decided to share my own history.

I discovered masturbation at a very early age. I remember one Saturday afternoon while I was in the 6th grade. I was supposed to be cleaning my room. Instead, I shut the door, lay down on the bed on my stomach, & humped the bed while clutching my dick through my pants.

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bviously, at that age I was not developed enough to blow a load, but I do remember feeling a definite climax-like sensation. Not only that, but my dick stayed hard afterward & I did it five more times without stopping.

Fast-forward to 8th grade. My first sexual experience. I was 14 years old & it was a couple of days after Christmas. We went to visit a couple who used to live on our block but had since moved to a different neighborhood. They had a son named John. John was a year or so older than me and more fully developed.

After dinner that night, John & I went upstairs to his room while everyone else went down to the family room. He asked me if I wanted to play cards & I said sure. He got out a deck & suggested we play blackjack. After several rounds, John suggested we play one more hand, & the winner could make the loser do whatever he said.

Now I was interested, because John was always kind of a jerk and always wanted to be in charge of things, & I thought this could be a way of turning it around on him.

He dealt the cards & was deliberately trying to lose, which he did. So now I had the opportunity to call his bluff & see if he really would do anything I said, & without thinking I blurted out, "Lick my asshole."

Mind you, I didn't say this with any kind of sexual overtones, for I really wasn't all that fond of him as a friend. I was just saying the grossest thing that came to mind.

Well, to my surprise & shock he said, "Go into the bathroom, get some toilet paper, & clean your asshole up real good & I'll do it." I didn't know what to say.

Finally I said was kidding & didn't really want him to do it.

Then he asked me if I knew how to jack off. I told him I did. We talked about the various ways we did it. (He was into the traditional hand method; at the time I preferred humping beds, pillows, etc.)

A few minutes of this kind of talk my dick was hard as a rock. I could see his was too, so it wasn't long before we were "comparing our cocks" and then jerking each other off.

His dick was much larger & fatter than mine, which was fascinating & a little intimidating to me. My dick was still rather short & hairless, and had not yet begun shooting off.

After stroking each other for a while we were both getting close, & John stopped & asked me if I wanted him to suck my cock. At this point I was starting to get scared we were going to get caught, but I was also hornier than I'd ever been before & literally trembling with desire, so said yes.

My heart was pounding, my dick was jumping up & down without even being touched, & I felt a euphoric mixture of terror and longing at the same time.

John seemed excited, but not to the extent that I was. (I later found out he'd been sucking dicks for quite some time.)

So there I was, stretched out on John's bed, watching him lean his mouth toward my aching dick. He paused for a second with his lips at the head, and then in one motion buried my dick in his mouth all the way to the root.

I'll never forget that feeling when my dick slid into that wet warm mouth. I inhaled sharply & whimpered a little, never dreaming anything could have felt that good. It only took a couple of minutes & I had the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had -- my hips were bucking off the bed, my nuts were tingling and my dick felt like it was exploding from the inside.

John kept right on sucking until finally, my dick screaming in protest, I asked him to stop.

He said, "Are you sure you came?" I said, "Yeah, did I ever."

He said, "Well, you only dribbled out a couple of drops. I thought you weren't done yet."

(That got me excited because up till that point all my orgasms had been totally dry and nowhere near as intense as this one had been -- I was finally going to start shooting.)

I then pulled up my pants & watched John jack himself off. He laid on the bed on his back with his legs spread wide, stroking his dick with his right hand, his left arm thrown across his face to block out the overhead light. I watched, fascinated, as his hand moved up and down his large dick, his hips thrusting gently in time to his strokes. Though I'd just had a great climax, my dick started getting hard again.

Finally, John's cum rolled out of his dick & onto his belly, & I stared at it in wonder -- finally I'd seen the "cum" I'd been hearing about from schoolmates' dirty jokes.

After he'd cleaned up he noticed my hard on & stroked it through my pants. Already, I was almost to climax again when my mom called up to us that it was time to leave. I said I'd be down in a minute & spent an embarrassing few seconds trying to make dick soft, but no way -- it felt like a baseball bat trying to leap out of my pants.

So I strolled downstairs with my hands in my pockets & made a beeline for (pen ran out of ink) the closet where my winter coat was. John came downstairs a minute later, casual as all hell -- not a bit nervous. I was convinced everyone would know what we'd been up to, but no one really even seemed to notice.

Right before I left with the rest of my family, John slipped by me & whispered, "Now you have something to think about when you whack off tonight, won't you." I freaked -- his mom was not 3 feet from us when he did that. I jacked off twice more in bed that night.

John & I had sex several more times over the next 3 years or so. Gradually we progressed to 69ing & eventually he started asking me to fuck him. I was really reluctant to do that, I guess because I figured anything that bizarre can't be right, but in the end I gave in & found John's lubed asshole ten times tighter & hotter than his mouth. By this time I was almost 16 & my dick had grown a bit & I had more dick hair.

The next guy I was involved with after John was named Gary. He was a year younger than me at high school (I was a senior, he was a junior) and very attractive -- tall, very slim, with blond hair & blue eyes. We sat together in biology.

We started walking home together (about 2-1/2 miles). Gradually our walking home talks got smuttier & we found out we both liked looking at Penthouse & Hustler. He said he had quite a selection & offered to show it to me.

Soon we were at his house locked in his bedroom looking at several dog-eared magazines.

One of the Penthouses had a sex quiz & we took turns answering questions. Finally, I asked "Do you ever jack off when you read this stuff?"

From where I was sitting, I could see he had a hard on & I did too. His face got real red and he mumbled something that sounded like "not yet."

Just then his mom knocked on the door telling him it was almost time for dinner, so I walked home. I was so horny I put my hand in my pocket & shot a load into my underwear while rubbing my dick.

Not too long after that Gary & I got together & started having sex. This time I was the more experienced one & he was the novice. I found out he liked to jack off by wearing a jock strap & humping a couple of balloons. He did it in front of me once & to this day I still get a hard on seeing a guy in a jock strap.

Mostly when Gary I had sex it was very gentle & slow-paced. After stroking & sucking each other, Gary would lay on top of me & rub his dick against mine. All the while my hands would be stroking his small, firm ass. Sometimes I did brush a fingertip across his asshole & he'd shudder. I was afraid to go farther than that, though -- I didn't want him to think I was some sort of deranged pervert.

Another funny thing about Gary -- when he was ready to come, he'd stop & be very still, whereas I always thrashed about when my turn came. When I'd be getting him off by hand, when he was ready to shoot, he had me stop stroking & just hold his dick tightly.

Our relationship lasted about two years off and on, and it was more than sex we really cared for each other. Once we'd both graduated & started working, we didn't see each other very much & we kind of drifted apart.

We got back together once or twice but it was somehow not the same & we lost touch completely. That was about 10 years ago. I really wish I could find him now, because I'd really like to see him again.

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.