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California­ Attached are reminiscences of my early life and sexual beginnings. I hope I have spelled everything correctly and that the syntax is correct.

[Note: Spelling and syntax are not important in these letters only the facts are. ­B.McD]

I enjoy your collections. I really enjoy your section in Friction magazine. It has brought back a lot of memories.

I was born in the early 30s and raised in San Francisco. I am 5' 11" and about 165 lbs. now but when I turned 18 I was still a thin, 28" waist, 120 lb. bean pole. I remember sending away for the Charles Atlas body building program. But I was n't persistent enough to make it work. I'd rather look at the pictures and jack off.

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I was and am a loner. I married and have five children. I have always enjoyed sex either way. I am alone again now.

When World War II broke out I was eight. By the end of it I was just getting to my teens. During the war years, which means I was really precocious about sex, I remember the many times my friend Tom and I would enjoy each others' bodies. We and several of our friends would play war in our backyards and on the street and then one of us would get "wounded" and we would play "doctor" It always ended up with Tom and I together, in his basement room or mine, alone. At first it was opening shirts and examining chests and listening to heart beats. Then a leg was "wounded" and so off came the pants. We would examine calves and thighs and then cocks and balls.

I think I must have been the more interested in sex because the first time we got this far I was the doctor and I was able to undress Tom and feel and massage his body and grope between his legs and he got a hard on. I had one too. He let me examine his cock and then jack him off. He was bigger than I was and a year older. We are both cut. His cock was shorter than mine and bigger around.

I remember very well that sweet boy smell and flavor of his body. Every time I pass by a boy at the store and smell that same kind of smell, it turns me on to these memories.

We finally played war by ourselves, in his or my room. We would get right to the business of doctor. I don't remember when we first started to suck each other but it was one of the sweet pieces of meat I would eat very often. We would 69 for a long time, we would start out by getting undressed and dry fucking each other. Tom was usually on top, which was fine by me. I loved to have him pressed close to me and feel his large Irish body, his sweet boy smell, and his hard cock rubbing against me and my hard cock.

Then we would get into a 69 position and suck on each other until we were almost raw. We got together three or four times a week so you know we really enjoyed it.

By the time the war ended I was a confirmed cock lover. When Tom and I finally started to cum it was a delicious treat and I ate every bit of his sweet, delicious cum, and he mine.

I remember the time, after we had dry fucked and sucked for awhile, that Tom asked me if he could corn hole me. I said yes. I had already been using various things, from fingers to broom handles, to stick up my ass, and I was willing to try something hot and alive. I laid on my back and put my legs up on his shoulders. Tom got some Vaseline and spread it on his cock and put some up my asshole. I was scared, but excited.

He got between my legs and spread then apart. He was kneeling and worked his way forward. He put his cock head in my rosebud and pushed hard. It would not go in. I tried to help, but didn't do any good. We relaxed a bit and I played with his lubed cock and got it harder. He tried again and this time his head slipped in.

I screamed quietly and tears came to my eyes but he pushed on in. I gasped for breath, reached behind his thighs and held him tight. What a shock and thrill.

I asked him to hold still until I got used to it. Then Tom started to fuck my tight little asshole, in and almost out, back and forth. It quickly quit hurting and felt very good. I held onto his butt and thighs so be wouldn't slip out and he rotated his hips around and back and forth. How wonderful it felt to have this nice cock of a friend, fucking me.

He got very close to coming but I held onto him and told him to stop while I got my cook hard. I jacked myself with some Vaseline and Tom started to fuck me again. We worked in rhythm until we came, he inside of me, and I all over my chest. It really felt good to have a load of cum inside me.

In high school, he was a football player for a Catholic school and I was in public school and in R.O.T.C. We got together often, smoking and fucking. I never fucked him, but I didn't care, he made me feel good just being able to have a football stud for a friend and sex partner.

When I was in Scouts I had an acquaintance in the same troop who used to jack off with me once in a while, but we did not do anything else with each other.

One day he said he said he wanted to show me something while we were jacking off and he bent over and sucked the head of his cock until he came. Wow.

I went home and tried it but to no avail, I should have taken up some kind of exercises to be more limber.

I have always played the straight man. I do not like effeminate men.

During high school I had a lot of friends, a few of which would have sex with me. One fellow, Horace, would call up to see if he could come over.

Sure. No one is home or my brother is gone and we have our room to ourselves.

He would want to get right to it. I would unbutton his pants and play around with his cock and he'd do the same to me.

Once we had each others' cocks hard, he would stand up, pull down his pants, and bend over the couch or bed and beg me to fuck his ass.

I happily complied. I do love to fuck a nice tight hole. Usually he didn't want any grease and although it was hard getting started, he would push back, open his sphincter muscle, and my cook would slide right in. I would hold onto his hips. He would spread his ass cheeks for me and I would shove my cock inside his musky dark hot hole. My cock was seven inches long by the time I was 18. He wanted me to fuck him hard and fast and I was more than happy to. I would slow down or stop once in while with my cock buried all the up inside him, and rotate it slowly. I would reach around and jerk on his cock but he didn't want me to. He just wanted me to fuck him hard.

When I finally came it was an explosion, deep inside his chute. I would stay inside him until I got soft and then slip my cock out. He would pull up his pants and say he had to go to do something else. I got my share of fucking hot ass from Horace. I still like to fuck and be fucked.

I was into dramatic arts and played in school and with a company. I shared a dressing room with a couple of fellows once in some play. One was several years older than the other two of us. We all got around to sex, He had a much larger prick than we did at the time. I was able to suck it but not get all of it into my mouth.

We used an old vibrator that had a cup head on it and we would rotate it all around the head of our pricks and finally come. What delightful feelings. Now I like a vibrating dildo up my ass sometimes when I jack off.

Another incident I remember was one evening after dark a few friends and I went exploring the new houses that were being built a few blocks away. One of my friends, Ray, was a macho type, Italian, and suggested we have a circle jerk in one of the houses. We went into one of them and found a secluded dark room. We all pulled out our pricks and started to jack off. I asked, like an innocent, if anyone had been sucked off. No one had, but Ray said that he wanted me to give him a blow job.

I was somewhat embarrassed that anyone would know that I knew how to suck cocks and liked it but I knew Tom hadn't told anyone of our affairs. Anyway, Ray was a hot fellow and I had wanted to get into his pants for some time. I fantasized about him often. I got down in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth and sucked him off while the other two watched.

I don't know what they saw in the dark but it was exciting to have this guy's tool in my mouth and have these other two boys jacking off watching the scene.

Ray came quickly in my mouth and the others came also. I was jacking myself off at the same time and came about the time Ray did.

He didn't say anything but "Ahhh" We all stuffed our dicks in our pants and went home. Nothing else was ever said about it. I never could get Ray alone to eat him again.

My older brother by four years went on a trip to see his girl friend. I went along to help drive and two friends of ours went along also. They were my brother's age. It was an all night trip and John and I were in the back together. If my brother knew I was gay he never mentioned it. It was cold that night and John and I were covered up in a blanket.

John slid down a bit in his seat. He reached under the covers and moved his cock so that it could be free enough to get hard and then placed my hand on his groin and squeezed so I could feel his hard on.

He let loose of my hand and started stroking my hair and caressing my face with his bands, gently pushing me closer to his covered hard cock. I started to grip his cock and jack it slowly through his pants. He reached down with one hand and found my crotch and hard cock and started to massage it.

My brother was sleeping in the front seat and the other friend was driving. I was scared to death and excited beyond belief. I didn't think we should do anything else but John persisted. He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled down his Jockeys and pulled out the biggest-headed cock I had ever seenfelt, really, in the dark. He had a cock head that was uncut. His cock was about six inches long.

I have never seen one like it before or since. He had that mature, musky odor, very grown up at the time. The sweetness of young adulthood and the saltiness of manhood. John started to jack himself off slowly and I just lay there, mesmerized by all of this. I wanted to do something but didn't know if I should.

He finally pulled his pants down further. He took my hand and put it around his cock and gently stroked my hair and pulled my head closer to his lap.

I finally took his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked it. I tried to be as quiet as I could for fear of being discovered.

It wasn't easy getting my lips to close around the shaft with this big mushroom holding my jaws open but I didn't do too badly. I tongued the head a lot. I could hear him moaning quietly. He bucked his hips to get more of his cock into my mouth.

The musky smell was an added delight for my nostrils. I was actually sucking a man's cock.

I used my only free hand to hold on to the base of his shaft and feel his balls and rub his groin. He finally bucked hard against me and started to cum in my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could. It was sweet and sour and very delicious. I held it in my mouth until it went soft and then I licked it clean. I turned over and he pulled up his pants.

In a little while he motioned to me to sit up so he could lay down on my lap. He laid down, covered up, and immediately started to play with my cock, which was still hard. John unbuttoned my Levis and pulled down my shorts to free my cock. I lifted up and shoved my pants down a bit for more freedom.

John immediately took my hard cock in his mouth and sucked it down to the hilt. It was all I could do to keep quiet. I ran my hands through his hair and one hand went to his groin so I could think about that cock I had just sucked. John had a hold of my shaft and balls and massaged them. He put his other arm underneath my thigh and had his hand between my legs playing with my ass and balls. It didn't take long for me to shoot gushers of cum in his mouth. What a fantastic feeling, having a man suck me off.

After my cock went soft in his mouth I straightened up my pants and he remained with his head in my lap and we both dropped off to sleep.

John and I had sex at his house quite a few times before I finally moved, we would suck each other off, first one, then the other. I thought about having him fuck me but I was afraid if he got that big head in, it would get stuck.

My last year of high school, I stayed with a friend who had a large 9" uncut cock, but then that's for another letter.

I played it straight and heterosexual during my tour in the Navy and Air Force and while I was married, but I jacked off a lot and when I had sex with my wife I thought about fucking and sucking men.

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.