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Upstate New York-- I recently purchased a copy of Raunch and can identify with some of the men in the letters.

I've been having sex with men since age 11 in the 6th grade. Richard & I would signal each other in class to meet in the lavatory where we would meet 2-3 times/week & jerk off together.

My brother & I shared a double bed until I graduated from high school. We had sex often (jerking off, frottage, sucking) for 7 years.

What prompted me to write is the encounter I had last night. I live & work in a small town in western N.Y. Everyone is very closeted here and there is little or no action. The local mall attracts a few older men and I am not attracted to them. I prefer fellows under 30, trim & handsome.

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In my frustration and desire to "get off" I drove to a rest area on an interstate some 60 miles away last night. On the wall of the men's rm. was written "Cock sucked, all day, young local guy" and a phone #.

I called and Charles answered. I got an immediate hard on & he told me about several other "hot" rest areas & ones that were dull. We described ourselves. I'm thin, muscular, 7" cock. He said he was too.

He said he would show up in the rest area in 45 minutes and if I got it on with anyone I was to make them cum but not cum myself. He wanted me to be "hot."

I sat in my car massaging my cock & in a few minutes, a tall dark thin trucker walked by, rubbed his cock once & went into the men's room. I followed. He stood at the urinals. He was about 6' 2", in a gray cotton jacket & gray slacks, about 38 y.o., and had an Eastern European look about him, thick wavy black hair & beard, a scowl on his forehead. He must have been tired.

We played with one another's cocks for a few minutes. He wasn't fully erect, smiled apologetically and moved away. Just then a handsome 20-year-old came in and went in one of the 2 stalls. I moved into the next one.

I tried to look under & see what was going on with him. He sat there motionless for a long time. (Had a wedding band on.) Finally he stood on the toilet seat, peeked over the partition, looked directly at my hard on and dashed out. My car was parked next to the vehicle he got in. His cute little wife was driving and he sat there pretending not to notice me. They left.

Charles showed up 1/2 hour late. He liked doing it in men's rooms, he said, & we walked to the urinals. He had on faded black jeans, black work boots a black leather jacket, a black leather cap worn backwards 2 days' growth of a blond beard, a gold ring in his left ear, & he walked with a swagger. The "I'm cool" street-wise dude strut of a young city man.

He couldn't get a hard on-- had been having sex all weekend. He pulled out a leather lace & tied it around his cock & balls. I began to suck him. He pulled down his pants & turned around showing me his round gorgeous cheeks. I began a probe with my tongue. He groaned, loving it.

We were interrupted by a young guy who came to piss. Then we went to one of the stalls. I sat down with my pants down. He told me to take off my jacket and shirt. Out came a popper & we went to town. He told me to blow air up his ass. I'd never done this before & I thought it gave him the feeling of fullness like that of being fucked. I probed with my finger a little before this air business, touching his prostate.

He had a quiet air of authority about him which was frightening to me. I came, jerking off, with my face in his ass. He came, standing away from me, and I came again (I can have double orgasms, 2 complete orgasms, one immediately following the other).

He said "I'll see you" and was off in a flash.

If we were not in the era of AIDS I would have probably fucked him.

The whole scene with Charles was wildly erotic.

I've managed to get it on with 2 young boxers in this town. One each on separate occasions. Their thin muscular bodies and big (7" & 8") cocks were a real turn on. Their shyness & conservative sexual nature was slightly frustrating, however.

I have dozens of stories & could fill several volumes with my own experiences.

One time in the late 70s I met a very hairy Italian fellow on the street when I lived in Phila. PA. Previous to this & after also hairy guys are not my favorite type. Bob was about 30 at the time and a former priest.

We drank wine, did some acid, smoked some marijuana & sucked on each others' cocks for hours. I had 2 double orgasms & one other orgasm.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th volume of true sex histories.

Note: I hope to run more from this man in my next tome, especially some details about the bashful boxers and about his seven-year affair with his brother. Men who suck ass tend to be passionate.

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.