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Editor's Note: The following letter was written in November 1978 ­B. McD.

New Jersey-- Friday I left work sick as a dog. Shits, pukes. My friend Bill came by and said a ride would do me good. We went to route 80. It was our friend Gene's first trip and he was shy. Bill found him a few good numbers. I got a young guy, cut, long and thin. Blew him a bit, he blew me. Good job. I sucked on two uncut ones. One tiny, long overhang, the other big, thick, thin prepuce, half-hooded head. Shiny, smooth head. Neither came. If they had I've have puked. Got blown a second time and drove home. Awoke feeling much better.

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I went to the Mart (men's room) today. There was a guy in his 20s in the next booth with a horribly hacked piece. He didn't want to be blown but did me a bit. The place became busy and he departed.

I had my contacts on and they let me see far better than my spectacles do. An oldster dressed like a teeny bopper came in. He must have wanted a chicken and Baby, I ain't no chicken. He left.

Another came in, cut, rather large, very stiff, very smooth glans. I blew him a bit but be got scared off.

A youngish guy in his 20s, tall, thin, blond, myopic, came in. Very small piece on him. Uncut. Short foreskin, bright blue-velvet shiny glans. The foreskin retracted fully as it stiffened but it didn't draw up tight. He jerked off faster than a rabbit. His glans was pointy until he was ready to cum. Then it filled out roundish, but soft.

The blond had that attractive banana complexion but was a bit hairier than I like. He finally let me blow him and after a few sucks he shot a small, bland load of cum and left. By then I'd had enough and jacked off.

I tried to make it with a cute young devil awhile back but I made the error of not learning more about him before making a pass. What I didn't know was that his father is a cop. He set me up and when I tried to meet him to blow him it was an ambush with cops coming out of the woodwork from every direction with drawn guns and handcuffs at the ready.

The legal eagle who got me off on probation charged a small fortune to keep me out of jail. Finally the ordeal is over and I am free. Since then I have had a few nice experiences with some cooperative youths. Of course there have been a few quickies with my friend Billy, who always has his ample cock hard and ready. He is always clean and is all male. He always gets harder just before he dumps a big, thick, sweet load of nectar. His thighs begin to tremble and his abdominal muscles tense, then, with a shudder, he unloads. Then, quite embarrassed, he says quietly, "Thanks, I have to go now." And he vanishes into the woods.

His father owns a service station. His work has been highly recommended to me so I finally took my car there to have some things taken care of. Billy often says to me, "You won't ever come to my house or try to call me there, will you?" I always reassure him. I wonder what he thought if he saw my car in his father's garage. The house is attached to the service station in the old style.

Awhile back I met Quang (pronounced Wan) on a train and developed a friendship with him. I went to a kite festival at the seashore one weekend at the end of September and took him along. He is 19. He is Vietnamese, very cute, petit, beautiful, slightly built. We damned near froze on the beach in the cold and the wind. We drove back to the motel and he sat in the room shivering. I said, "A nice hot bath will warm you up." The heat wasn't yet turned on so the room was cool.

I drew a bath for him. He undressed to his jockeys and stood there apprehensively. I took hold of the waist and pulled his briefs to his knees in one deft movement. He looked shocked. I looked at his super, trim, smooth, hairless little body. I pushed the jockeys down to the floor and said, "Get into the tub." He stepped into the steaming water. I quickly undressed and climbed in with him and began to soap him up. As I did, his tiny, uncut cock became quite stiff.

I put my hands under his firm little butt and lifted him up out of the water and began to blow him. I didn't want to finish him off too quickly so I said, "Would you like to suck mine?"

He said, "No... uh... yes," and began to give me horrible head.

He was a virgin. He enthusiastically went for everything. He wanted to get fucked. He tried every way he could to get my cock up his tight asshole. Nothing he did would prevail. I had never in my life seen such valiant determination despite obviously intense discomfort.

When he first saw my cook get hard as I was blowing him in the tub, he handled it and said, "Ooooh, it's so big!" Actually it's so average. His is so tiny.

He quickly learned how to give head and did a presentable job.

We dated twice more. On both occasions he tried to get fucked. Once I had him in V-for-Victory position and was pushing so hard my cock hurt like hell. I said, "Quang, do you want me to do this to you?" Tears oozed from his eyes as he gasped through clenched teeth, "Yes, I do."

It didn't work. I never got in.

Suddenly one day he asked me for $200.00. When I told him I didn't have it he refused ever to see me again.

My wife just now told me she wants a separation. Happy Thanksgiving.

One day recently I was roaring along on my bike and there was a skinny young guy hitching. I made a skid mark stopping for him. Very quickly we hit it off. Soon I was blowing him in his bed. He was living with a black guy. When he told me about the black guy I became nervous. Anyway, he said he wasn't the guy's lover. I asked whether the other guy thinks so. He said he did.

Great. I'm going to get killed. I managed to get him finished off, then dressed, and as I put my crash hat on and went out to go down the steps the black guy came in. I said "Hi" and kept right on going.

I saw him next day. He said the guy had made a terrible fuss. He threatened that if I ever came back he'd have me busted. My friend, who has the most magnificent cook I've ever had the pleasure of trying to get into my mouth, said that he told the guy he'd swear I'd only given him a lift and had come in to take a piss and that the black guy had blown him and fucked him on many occasions.

The black guy threw my friend out. He has no family; his father split when he was four and his mother ran off with another woman this summer.

I am his father surrogate and may soon have him living with me because I'll have to move out and get my own apartment. This guy is so gorgeous. I just hope I can make it go. We have fallen in love and I didn't want to.

When I was about ten I stayed one summer with my great aunt in Big Run, Pennsylvania. There was a boy next door my age give or take a year. Uncut and his piece was twice the size of mine. We used to play with each other and even sucked a bit, but it didn't do anything but feel good.

Older boys would try to get us to do it with them and we'd decline. Then we'd go somewhere together and do it alone.

I wish Jerry had lived next door to me at home; I'm sure we'd both have come out earlier. I recall his dick was salty and I liked that.

I sucked my next one in my 20s. Then I did it for real. Mike's wasn't salty; it tasted lightly of soap.

Learn breath control and you'll be able to suck the biggest cock.

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.