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

Illinois -- What I'm about to relate is true; not even a little spice added to liven it up.

When this occurred, two years ago, I was 55 and I think Billy looked on me as a father figure. He was 27 at the time.

I might mention that when this occurred I remained fully clothed and although I got no full erection there was a continuous damp spot in the front of my shorts.

Many are the times I thought this over and jacked off remembering.

B

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illy weighed 189 pounds and was 6 foot 2. Light brown hair and, as I had seen him without a shirt, no hair on his body above the waist, not even on his arms. He is left handed and always showed a hanging bulge on the right side of his pants.

About six months before this incident we had talked and somehow it got around to underwear and it came out that he didn't wear any.

He was married and had two sons.

I first met him when I had some work done on my mobile home. He worked for his stepfather. After I bought the condo he did work for me that was always first rate.

At the time Billy was out of work and was doing jobs on a call basis. He had applied for work at a supermarket nearby and thought he would stop by to see if I were home, which I am most of the time.

The weather was warm and I was wearing light blue leisure shorts and a T shirt. Billy was wearing a medium blue T shirt and shorts that sort of matched. Sure enough, his shorts showed a hanging bulge.

We were sitting at the table in the dining area. In the course of talking and drinking beer, he rubbed his stomach and raised his T shirt and I got a glimpse of his belly button. It was more of an indented slit about half an inch long. I immediately fell in love with it and told him that I thought he had the nicest navel that I had ever seen. He smiled and left the T shirt up.

I got my Polaroid and captured it on film. I had expressed my admiration of him before; he was not handsome but macho.

In the course of talking it came out that we had both been in the Navy, me a number of years before him. He was given a medical discharge after an accident that occurred when he was running down some stairs, slipped, and fell astraddle an iron post, nearly smashing his balls. Both testicles swelled up to about the size of softballs and he was told he would never father any children. The medics wanted to emasculate him by excising both of his balls.

In time the swelling subsided but the right one was considerably larger than the left, which had returned to normal size. The Navy was wrong again and he now had two sons to prove it.

He removed his T shirt and I was again treated to the sight of his hairless torso. He had nicely rounded pectorals which were centered by two aureolas about the size of a half dollar, with nipples almost the size of pencil erasers.

In talking about his accident, I inquired if the larger testicle was very sensitive and he said no, that it felt no different than the other.

I said that I would like a full length picture of him and he moved to the living room. I did get a Polaroid of that.

I told him that if he didn't mind I would like to see the enlarged ball. He dropped his blue shorts and to my surprise he was wearing red cotton bikini briefs. I said that he told me he didn't wear underpants and he said that his wife bought them and he wore them to please her and that he had blue and white ones too.

I got a picture of him in his briefs too. He has powerful legs that also have no hair.

He then dropped the bikinis and was totally naked in front of me. He is well hung, as I anticipated, and circumcised, which I had not anticipated. It was clearly evident that the right nut was considerably larger than the other.

Not wanting to miss anything, I walked around and admired his round firm butt.

The only hair evident was that surrounding his cock, which was not at all that much, and matched the color of his head hair.

I took a couple more pictures and asked him if I could feel the big nut. I must have suddenly gotten brazen.

He said he didn't mind, again assuring me that it wasn't tender.

I marvelled at the size and feel, also getting to feel the other normal one, plus a good handful of cock.

He pulled his bikinis and shorts back up and we returned to the table to talk and have some more beer.

He said that he had better be getting home.

I went to the bedroom and got a bill from my wallet, returned and put it in the pocket of his T shirt. I knew that he didn't have much, if any, money. He protested that he didn't want it and I protested that I wasn't trying to buy his friendship. I just wanted to help him. He said that he hadn't earned $50 and I said let's go to the bedroom and I would take a few more pictures.

He stripped and I had him do various poses. While he was lying on the king sized bed I asked him to get an erection. He played with it for awhile and could get no more than a gristle hard on. I measured it and when he asked how long it was I told him six and a quarter. I'm sure he was a good seven inches fully hard.

I asked him if I could feel him and he said, sure, anything.

I did feel him all over and even kissed his cute belly button and the round firm mounds of his ass. I fingered his nipples until they got hard and even toyed with his shit hole, without penetration.

Fully clothed, I lay down beside him enjoying the proximity and his cock and balls in my hand.

He stretched and said that through no fault of mine, he was getting sleepy and that he enjoyed the king sized bed.

We got up and he said that he had to piss. He sat down and I couldn't watch that personal act of nature.

We went to the bar separating the living room from the kitchen. He was still naked and I continued groping him, although I knew he wouldn't respond with a hard on.

Knowing that nothing more would happen, he said that he must get on home, but he still didn't think he had earned the money.

I told him to forget it and walked with him to his truck. Before we opened the outside door of my motor home, we did hug but not kissing, much to my regret.

When I got back into the condo, I rubbed my hands all over my face. The right forefinger that had toyed with his asshole smelled a little of shit. I licked it off.

Through fear of rejection, I did not suck his nipples, attempt to suck his cock and savor the taste of his cream, nor did I lick his balls nor rim his hairless asshole.

I now believe I could have but for the fear at the time.

I have seen Billy once since then, when he was visiting from his relocated home in Texas. I was too frustrated to offer him money and expect a replay.

We have corresponded infrequently but in my strongbox I have a $50 bill waiting for another visit.

I forgot to mention his fear of going to the hospital after a bowel movement and not being cleaned properly. When he takes a crap he cleans himself thoroughly and even puts the paper a little way in the hole to make sure.

You said you wanted the truth and this is it.

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.