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Illinois-- Your queries have brought to mind several instances that will bear telling. If you hadn't done so well in your chosen profession, you certainly would have made it as an investigative reporter for any national publication.

I had my first orgasm when I was 12­13 and about that time my cousin and I would fool around and even go so far as to put our dicks in each other's mouths-- never to orgasm though. That would be taken care of by hand after oral stimulation.

Jack was about 2 years older than me and preceded me in the Navy. When he came home on leave one time he told of being picked up by a "queer" and blown. He enjoyed it but preferred girls. Jack later married and sired 6 children.

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ll through Boot Camp in Great Lakes, there was never a day that would pass that I wouldn't get to see several naked guys. Some were nice and some were not. A couple were very impressive but nothing happened and I think it was then that I realized that my sexual inclinations were to the male, although I was almost engaged during the time I was in Boot Camp. Nothing occurred during that time and even when I was in Yeoman School in Norfolk. I was transferred to Washington DC and it was there that my coming out occurred. At that time Washington was known for its homosexuality.

Quarters K (no longer existing) was within walking distance of the business district of downtown DC and often during the evenings we would walk there to get a bite to eat or catch a movie.

One evening I was walking back to the base when it started to rain. I was in uniform and a car stopped. Apparently the guy knew where I was headed and asked if I wanted a lift.

I got in and when he asked me if I was in a hurry I replied no, but that it was nice to get out of the rain. He said we'll just drive around awhile.

I didn't know DC and he was quite the tour director. Shortly, I felt his hand on my thigh and thought to myself, "Well, this is it." We were then out in MD, near Oxen Hill, I believe.

He stopped in a drive off the road and he came out and asked me if I would like a blow job. I said OK and he proceeded with the 13 buttons, then the last two, and pulled my pants and boxers down, and in no time my dick was hard and ready for whatever. He leaned over and took my dick in his mouth. After quick hand jobs on the QT, this was heaven, having a warm mouth doing what my hands had done before. The feeling was intense and too soon I was coming. He didn't back off but, to my astonishment, swallowed what I was giving him.

After he nursed it to soft again, he remarked that I was a quick comer and a bountiful one too.

He asked if I would reciprocate and I told him no. He said would I do it if he put a rubber on and I said I didn't know. He didn't have any with him but he said we would meet again and he would have some.

We did make a date and after another beautiful blow job, he put the rubber on and I went to go down on him. It smelled of rubber (not like today's condoms) and when I put my mouth on it it tasted like rubber. I gagged and said that I couldn't do it. He said that it was OK but we didn't make another date.

Those were my first complete blow jobs and I was hooked. I learned to cruise and get picked up and sucked off whenever I felt the need, which was quite often in those days.

Early the following spring (we'd not yet changed to the whites) I was again on my way back to the base after a movie and an orange drink at Nedick's. A black Ford stopped and the guy asked if I would like a lift. Thinking a blow job would be good, I said yes, and, thanking him, got into the car. We had gone a short distance and were in Rock Creek Park when I heard a siren. I looked back and didn't see anyone and asked him what that was and he said it was him and sounded the siren again. I was scared shitless, thinking, my God, a cop!

I asked him if he were a police man and he said that he wasn't, but worked for the government. (I later learned that he was a Secret Service man.)

I told him that I had to piss and he pulled off the road near some bushes. When I got back in he said let's get something to eat and go to his place and have a drink. I told him I wasn't hungry and I didn't drink, although what I needed then was a tall strong drink to steady my nerves.

He said well then let's go to his place and I could see how a bachelor lived in old DC. I wasn't all that eager but to allay suspicions, I said OK. He lived on Conn. Ave. and had an inside parking space. He lived on the 8th floor in a beautifully furnished 2-bedroom apartment. He got me a coke and fixed himself a drink from a well stocked bar. I was miffed at myself for saying I didn't drink.

After some small talk, he asked me if I had many girl friends. I said enough. Then he asked me if I got laid much and again I said enough. He asked if the girls ever blew me and I said no. He then asked if I would like a blow job then. I said there were no girls around and he said no, by him. He said he liked my looks and build and being in the Navy I was no doubt clean.

I figured let him do it. I would do nothing to compromise myself. We went into the bedroom and got undressed. I was almost 5 foot 10, had dark brown wavy hair, and weighed 168. He was almost 6 feet with dirty blond wavy hair and although slender, had a well defined musculature.

After playing with me, he soon had my hard, thick, almost 6-inch cock buried in his mouth to the pubic hairs.

While giving me a first-rate suck, he played with my shit hole. After a very satisfying cum, he said that I tasted good and continued playing with my butt. He asked if I ever got fucked or rimmed. I said no but didn't know what rim was. He said to wait and after coming from the bathroom handed me a damp, warm wash cloth. He said to wipe my ass good.

I did and he told me to get on my belly. He put a pillow under my hips and soon felt his hands spreading my butt cheeks apart. He said that looks nice and soon I felt his warm breath on my hole, followed by tentative strokes with his tongue. It tickled but felt erotic. He was soon licking the hole, sucking it, and even running his tongue in and out of it. I said my God, I'm coming. He turned me over and didn't miss a drop of what was one of the most intense and copious ejaculations I have ever had.

I met with him when his schedule permitted.

In DC I met two counts, a first secretary at the French Embassy, two military attachés and two multi-millionaires, one of whom was killed in an auto crash while his Mercedes was being driven by a Marine pickup.

Boyd, this is all true. Reliving these moments recalls even small details.

[Editor's Note: I've written this man, asking for letters about the two military attachés and the two millionaires. If he puts out I'll run them in a future book. ­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.