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Delaware­ I can't promise anything- I write in spurts, as I'm moved, I suppose. But let's see.

School­ grade or elementary years­ during World War Ii: Air Raid Drills were common in those days, and we were evacuated to walk to a stone constructed church basement two city blocks from the school during drills.

Alex, a wee bit of a sissy, latched on to me for comfort, I guess. I enjoyed his being afraid, because it led me to his house after school.

Older children of the family had responsibility to see that Alex and I had a much favored Graham cracker (everything was rationed during the war) and then left alone until Mom & Dad came home from the store.

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Generally, we'd play cowboys & Indians, until Chippy came along- a tiger cat that took to me like glue. One day Alex held Chippy in his lap stroking its fur and I was jealous, not because he had the cat but because he was touching the cat's fur in gentle strokes and not touching me.

Getting down on all fours, I played "Kitty, Meow, Meow," rubbing Alex's legs with my head only to find Alex loving the attention. Meow, meow, I put my head in his lap, first sniffing the cloth at his crotch, making Alex touch my head, ears, face, neck. My fingers responded to his touching; I felt his bare legs up under his pants cuffs.

At one point he stood and announced, "Let's play Doctors." He darted into the bathroom, closed the door, took his pants and shirt off, and stood buck naked in front of me. Then he leaned over, spread his ass cheeks, and directed me to wet a finger and take his temperature up his rectum. As I did, his tiny ass muscles expanded and contracted, making my finger movement rather easy. This sort of "Doctor" game was played for a couple of years.

One day in the woods, he said he had to do #2, so he took his pants off and squatted, using a piece of notebook paper to wipe his ass. As he was putting his pants on, four boys came into the woods and sat in a circle smoking cigarettes. As they talked, an odd thing happened. One stood up, grabbed his crotch, and said to another, "Beat this." Another rose to his feet, went over, knelt in front of him, reached up, undid his fly, took out the hard cock of his friend, and sucked hard for a couple of minutes, then stood up and stroked his friend's cock until yes, both Alex and I witnessed a glob of cream fly through the air and land on a rock.

We were so scared neither of us moved for fear they'd see us.

As we watched, the boy on his knees also serviced the other two, who shot loads near the same spot the first did, exclaiming "Bull's Eye" and "Great Shot." Then they left.

'I slid between his legs'

Shaking like a leaf- actually I was on top of Alex- we went over to where they had been and found what appeared to be spit, but thicker. We were curious and poked at it with a stick, finding it rather sticky.

On the way back home, in a cellar way, Alex let me experiment by doing what the boy on his knees had done to his friends. It was a first for Alex but not for me; I'd been sucking classmates a long time before I got Alex. I loved sucking Alex. It was our secret.

As many as five years passed before I saw him again. He went to a different Junior High school. I found a dark-haired scrawny lad at a Basket Ball game one night talking to a cheerleader. When I said, "Hi Alex, remember me?" he wasted no time in ditching her and walking out with me.

It was past 8 P.M. The football field was deserted. We talked briefly and in the darkness of the bleachers of that stadium, he gave me the cock and balls I had dreamed about for a couple of years. He didn't pull back before his wad flushed down my throat.

We sat there half the night and just talked. About midnight, he asked me to take his temperature like in old times. He pulled his pants over his rump, rolled over, poked his ass up, and instead of sticking my wet finger up his ass I stuck my tongue up there, wiggled it around, bit his ass-hair, and mouthed him. He seemed to love it.

I humped until I couldn't anymore, pulled out, replaced my dick with my fingers, turned him around, slid between his legs, and got to his balls & cock again for yet another wad.

When we parted that night we vowed to get together for many repeats, but I never saw Alex again. Somehow his father found out, thought he was fooling around with girls, and grounded him. I was busy with "lovers" and found no time to look him up.

Japan: What a pretty country, and ah, what sweet yellow/olive complected small men with uncut clean cocks. All just Natural wondrous Beauties.

My troop ship docked at Yokahama about October 1st of that year, with hundreds of girl-hungry soldiers. All I wanted to see was the country, meet some older folk, and ride some trains, but got caught up with the boys I bunked and shipped with all, but me, slanted pussy.

A prostitute sat on my lap and told me more about my home town than I knew. She'd never been there & I grew up there.

I tried to tell her I wasn't interested in getting my dick wet. The bartender overheard the conversation and whispered something to a bus boy. When my next beer came, he purposely tapped my knuckles and said politely, "Come with me."

After washing some glasses he walked to the back and disappeared. Another took his place tending bar. I went to the rear and saw him go through a passageway.

Sucks five soldiers

I followed and found myself in a rather dark storage room, as the door closed behind me.

I found a hand on my groin. A voice said "I suck, I suck," but I was terrified and said "No." We stood like two scared rabbits in a hunters' field.

I felt in the dark his smooth skinny hands, shoulders, neck, Adam's Apple, face, hair, ears, realizing I had to run before it was too late. Finally my hands went down to his groin to find no more than 5 inches hard and the nicest little rump you'd find anywhere.

I went down on one knee, pulled his pants down, & engulfed his cock & balls so fast I couldn't even think twice.

He was uncut, not a long foreskin, but pleasant, sweet and very sensitive (turned on to my tongue). He began pushing me away, or trying to, as my strong American lips held his cock well within my grasp, my hands holding firm his rounded ass.

He began to moan. Jet after jet of fresh Japanese sperm splashed the walls of my mouth.

It would have been justifiable to fuck him, but I got what I really wanted and walked out a satisfied and fulfilled man.

The fellas never even missed me either.

In due time the bartender returned. I went to him to order a beer. He said, 'bayou are good cocksucker. I owe you Round the World." He gave me a card with a Japanese address on it.

I suppose it would be a challenge getting my fat cock up his tiny asshole for a fabulous fuck, but I didn't. We sailed that night for Inchon, S. Korea, and a short arm [cock] inspection found most of the fellas had the "clap" from the Yokahama girls they screwed, but I walked away with a clean bill of health.

I revisited the city many times while on tour of duty in S. Korea. I always found a clean, safe, worthwhile experience, and S. Korea was just as rewarding.

Japan­ R&R from Korea: Toward the end of my tour of duty in Korea I became a "drunk." It was our reward to fly to Japan for a R & R and the last bunch I was attached with were all religious men, yet all with the same addiction.

As we met, six of us, we all discovered none of us would take a chance catching VD from a female, as much as we needed sex, so the door of opportunity was left wide open for me.

The entire trip with them, I found a way to innocently approach each for the reward they'd give, and sure enough each did individually without ever telling the others, that I knew of.

First, I'll start with Ray. He was a handsome blond married draftee that easily slipped his cock in my mouth in a shower of his room when I arrived early for cocktails.

Paul, a lumbering massive fella of 6' and 180 lbs., only 22, with less than 6 inches, swore that if I told anyone that he liked a session of "Round the World," he'd kill me.

Licks Billy's asshole

Alfred, a church organist, again 22, tall and slender with 8 skinny inches, just couldn't believe I could devour his thing & scoop up his balls & lick them silly until he creamed.

Billy, the legal one, told me flat out to "go fuck yourself" but before I could reach the door to his hotel room, begged me not to go, then with no warning stepped from his pants, leaned forward and pushed his ass into my hands. He was totally ignorant of any French stuff, so that night of eating and rimming, Billy became legally educated.

Then there was tall, skinny, black Rufus. I didn't know if I should or not. He was a real military knight.

I loved just being with him, his long bony fingers, puffy raised blood vessels.

We all of us toured the city and walked the streets.

Back on board the train I asked if he saw anyone he'd like to shack up with. He leaned into me and said, "Yeah, one time maybe, with a white boy."

I told him he best keep his secret to himself & just whack off.

Later, back at our Military Operated Hotel, knowing it was against the rules to visit another's room at night, he pretended to be sick/drunk and required me to take him to his room & put him to bed. I did & sucked him off good, granting his wishes. In my entire military career, I never touched anyone stateside, yet thousands of miles away it seemed only natural.

Editor's Note: The writer of the following letter also wrote the letter which appears elsewhere in this series under the title of "Rolls Him Over, Kisses His Asshole."­ B. McD.

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.