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The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th volume of true sex histories

New York-- My most satisfactory experience with piss took place when I met a young guy at the Barracks, a bath in the Times Square area.

He left the door to his room open and lay naked on his bed. He was a Western type of guy, lean and lanky, with gorgeous sex organs. I passed by his door many times to enjoy the sight of his nakedness, not daring to go in since I was more than twice his age.

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inally, I got up enough courage to step inside his room and make some casual greeting. To my surprise, he seemed glad to see me. There was friendliness in his keen blue eyes.

I closed his door, sat down on his bed, and started to play with his prick and balls, teasing him to a magnificent erection. His cock rose up above his belly to an impressive height and I took as much of it as I could into my mouth.

He complimented me on my technique and said I really got him excited. However, he drew his cock out of my mouth so he wouldn't shoot his load and said that what really turned him on was pissing. He didn't want to mess up his room so he took me down to the steam room, where he said there was a hose to wash down the floor when we finished pissing.

It was early in the afternoon and there were few customers, so we had the steam room pretty much to ourselves. The steam pressure was down, so we weren't overcome with excessive heat.

He lay on the floor and had me spatter my piss over his head and chest and belly, saving enough to drench his cock and balls. Then we reversed positions and he pissed on me. He had a bladder full and took his time bathing me with warm urine. He finished up by squirting the last drops into my open mouth. I enjoyed the warm odorous liquid as it ran over my body.

When we had finished he hosed down the floor so the attendant wouldn't know what we'd been doing. We returned upstairs to his room, where I sucked him off. To tell the truth, I enjoyed his come more than I did the piss.

Discipline & punish

I never had but one guy who insisted on being tied up. I met him at St. Mark's Baths years ago. He couldn't get a hard-on and he wouldn't let me suck him unless he was in bondage. His physique wasn't remarkable but he was young, masculine, and had attractive sex organs. His come was tasty, too. He would produce some ropes and order me to tie him up. Unfortunately, I was always rather clumsy with knots so I had difficulty getting the ropes tight enough to suit him.

This ritual of bondage may turn some guys on but I regarded it as an impediment to the main attraction. Still, it meant one more cock to suck and add to my score, one more load of sperm to swallow, so I went along with him and tried to follow his directions. I don't think we had more than half a dozen sessions together on my various trips to St. Mark's and none of them was ever quite satisfactory to either one of us. Obviously bondage was not my cup of tea.

Off and on at the baths, I have met many guys who wanted to be spanked, but have only one steady guy who insists on my whacking his ass. I met him a long time ago at the West Side Sauna and I had no idea at the time that he was a masochist. At our first encounter, he let me suck him and take his load before he got dressed and went home. Later when I ran into him again, he let me stick my tongue up his ass.

Finally, one day he patted his ass with both hands, indicating he wanted me to spank him. I was happy to oblige and gave him a few whacks. The harder I hit the more he seemed to enjoy it, so I really let go and slapped him with such force that my hands began to hurt. I stopped only when his ass turned bright red and looked rather raw. That is probably as far as I shall ever get at being a sadist. Now we have a standard routine: first I spank him until his ass begins to look raw, then he will stick his stiff prick through his legs so I can suck it from the rear. Only occasionally will he allow me to take his load.

Once at Everard Baths I paired off with a guy who seemed to want no more than a blow job. He was young, attractive, with nice cock and balls. He was rather passive and never seemed to hold a stiff hard-on for long. I was sucking him on a bed in the dormitory when an older guy came up and the two started talking while I continued the blow job.

Suddenly the guy I was sucking drew his cock out of my mouth and stood up, and I thought I had lost my trick to the older man. I was about to walk away when the latter turned and told me to come up to his room with the two of them. I accepted gladly.

Once in the room, the older guy picked up a wicked-looking whip with several strands. The younger man stood with his arms raised in a wide "V" above his head. He spread his legs and had me sit between them on the floor so I could return to my cocksucking while the other guy reviled him and lashed his back and ass. This time the young guy had no difficulty holding his hard-on and it didn't take him long to shoot a heavy load.

Mastering the ropes

Another thing I learned at the baths was how to get fucked in the ass. For me a man's cock has always been the main attraction, but for many guys the anus becomes of equal if not paramount importance. For me too a gorgeous ass becomes a source of intense pleasure. There is something about the curves of a guy's ass that makes exploration of it sexually satisfying. We can use the lips, the tongue, the finger, and the cock.

I began to enjoy watching guys fucking and getting fucked in the steam room and the dormitories. It turned me on to see the heaving buttocks. If other guys get such intense pleasure out of fucking and being fucked, I though I should try it too.

So fairly early in my career I offered my ass to an attractive young guy at one of the baths who wanted to get his rocks off that way. I bent over a bench in the steam room, sticking my rear end up in the air. The guy spit on his fingers, then stuck one finger, and later two, up my hole, twisting them around to loosen it. Then he rammed his cock into me brutally. I yelled with pain and struggled to get away but he was a strong bugger and he held my chest to prevent my escape. To my vast relief, he finally relented and withdrew his prick. Being fucked wasn't immediately the delight I had imagined. It took time to acquire a taste for it.

It was a long time before I let a guy bugger me again. If I was really hot for a guy, though, and if he didn't have too huge a cock, I would let him stick it into me even if I bled a little afterward. It was a real triumph when I heard one of my lovers exclaim that he had "got it all the way in."

I also learned to squat over a guy's mid-section while he was prone on the bed or floor and bounce up and down on his rigid pole.

I especially liked to lie on my back and have the guy lift my legs and hold my feet in the air and watch him plugging me.

I never really felt comfortable with a cock in my rectum and generally avoid getting fucked if I can.

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.