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Illinois-- Thank you for your sex histories in Blueboy. These histories seem like the true stories so infrequently heard. Well, here's mine. It's the first for me.

My senior year of college I was as horny as hell. I had been heavily into the magazines and jacking off my 9-inch tool. I had been to a rest stop often recently and knew from the writing on the wall that I had been missing out.

I had never gotten it on with another guy but dreamed about it constantly. Finally I couldn't stand it. The note on the wall said to meet Friday at 4 pm. I decided it was now or never.

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arrived at the rest stop shortly after four to find no one. I assumed I'd missed him but went on in the john to read the walls. The usual was there-- "If you want to suck, rub cock." I read as much as I could as quickly as possible and then opened the door to head back to campus.

There to my surprise was a car. Scared to death, I thought what the hell, I'm going to finally do it.

I went out the door and rubbed my basket, not sure if I was doing what was expected or not.

The man in the car just sat there. I got in my car thinking, "Great, what now?"

To my surprise, he got out of his car. He got even with my car window, put his hand on his cock and squeezed like he knew what he was doing. I nodded and he went to the john.

"Great, what now?" I thought. "Is everyone as dumb and awkward as I the first time?" So I chose to sit and wait and in a minute he stepped out, came over to my car, and got in.

He was an older guy, perhaps in his late 30s, short and stocky, with a dark moustache. He asked me how I was and if I was from around there. I said fine to the first question and then lied to the second one.

Before I knew it, he slid over and said, "How about a kiss?" Before I could reply, his tongue was in my mouth and his hand was on my pants. I loved it.

Boy was I naive. I had never even considered kissing would be a part of this experience. He continued to mess around with my pants and asked what I liked to do. I didn't know what the hell to say so I mumbled, "I don't know."

He said, "Do you like to suck?"

"Yes."

"Do you like to fuck?"

"Yes."

"You like to do anything?"

"Sure."

At least I was ready to give it a try.

He fumbled with my zipper as we kissed some more and then asked if I could get it out. As he rubbed around my pants, I was so nervous I at first didn't even have a hard on. But as I pulled it out, my 9" sprang up. He grabbed on and asked if I wanted to go to a motel. I guess I passed his inspection. He said he'd pay for the room, but the catch was I was to go with him and leave my car. All this was too new and I felt too unsure, being without a way out. So I insisted that I follow him in my car.

When I wouldn't give in, he suggested we go in the john & get it off. I stuffed my dick back in my pants & followed him inside. Once inside, he began to drop his pants and I followed. Before I could catch a look, he pulled me close and his tongue was not the only thing poking me this time. God, did it feel good.

Before I could think, he was feeling my cock again and led my hand down to his. Still embracing tightly, I had to let my fingers be my eyes. Boy did they have fun. His cock was much smaller than mine, perhaps 5 or 6 inches, but thicker. I moved my hand down his hard cock and cradled his soft balls in my hand. He let out a sigh saying how good it felt.

I could tell he was as hot as I was. He tried to once again insist that I go with him to a motel. I declined, however much I wanted to go.

He asked, "Do you like to take it up the ass?" As I responded yes, he said we had to go to bed. I was so willing to try anything I said yes in hopes he would try to fuck me right there even though I knew his thick cock would rip open my virgin hole.

Enough was enough. He went down on me. Immediately my 9 inches were buried in his throat and I found myself wondering if I'd come. The more he sucked the harder I fucked his mouth. I thought maybe it would be too much for him, but he didn't flinch a bit.

In minutes I unloaded my cum.

To my unhappiness, he took it all but spit it out in the john. I wanted him to swallow my first load.

I figured my time had come to reciprocate and I knelt before his groin. This was really the first time I had to look the situation over. It looked as good as it had felt in my hand, although it was indeed short, at least by my standards. It looked about 3 inches thick. It was nestled in a nice bunch of fur and had two wonderful balls hanging below.

For the first time, I stuffed my mouth. I loved it. It was hard, yet as soft and smooth as silk. It had a wonderful taste and filled my mouth.

Although I know I was not as skilled as he was, I at least was enjoying myself.

Then the disappointment: he grabbed my ears and plunged his meat in me repeatedly. Although I didn't mind the face fuck and sought to keep it up, the hold on my ears broke things up. I began to panic, stopped sucking, and said I had to go.

We embraced, to my surprise, and kissed again. His rod was still hard and rubbing on me.

I guess I wasn't a total disappointment; he asked when I'd see him again. I said next Friday. I guess he liked my 9 inches as well as I liked his dick.

That was 12 years ago. I didn't go back and he was unfortunately my first and my last. My message to you cocksucking guys is, I'm out there, married, acting as straight as an arrow, but as horny as hell. Don't give up on my type. We're begging to get propositioned and laid. I'm just too scared and dumb to make a move.

Recently my best college friend re-entered my life to tell me he is gay. I'd give anything to get into his pants, but I assume he believes I'm straight.

Don't forget us fake straights. We're out there with mouths ready to stuff and virgin assholes ready to get plugged. Come get me.

P.S. Seeing my first partner spit out my load & not having the opportunity to drink his, I've jacked off millions of times always wanting to down my own nectar but never able to, perhaps due to my experience. I've thought perhaps this was what was stopping me from trying it again.

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.