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The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th 
volume of true sex histories, published by Fidelity Publishing, 
publishers of The Guide. For more information about Boyd 
McDonald, visit The Guide Online at http://www.guidemag.com

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'THE BEST WHORE I EVER HAD'

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. 

Finally, 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 and returned upstairs to 
his room, where I sucked him off. To tell the truth, I enjoyed 
his come more than I did the piss.

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.

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. 

I did have a few pleasant fucking sessions at the Barracks in 
New York City. There was one guy I fell in love with at once-- a 
real stud, German type, tall, blond, blue-eyed, clean-shaven, 
who showered me with affection. He kissed me on the lips 
passionately, stuck his tongue into my mouth, massaged my 
nipples, and kept rubbing his hands over my body and stroking 
my ass cheeks.

He had a good-sized cock so his penetration of me was a bit 
painful, but his gentle love-making enabled me to endure it. 
For the first time in my life I felt like a woman and realized 
more or less what a woman experiences while she is being 
fucked.

When he had finished he kissed me tenderly and repeatedly on 
my lips, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. Sweet lover man, he 
seemed really grateful.

I never particularly enjoyed fucking a guy either, although a 
few guys won't let me suck their cocks until I have fucked them 
awhile first.

The one guy I really did enjoy fucking was a man I picked up in 
the subway and not at the baths. He was a friendly guy, medium 
height, black hair, pleasant features, an open face, and a 
reassuring smile. He wore rough work clothes and I assumed he 
was on his way home after work. I started to give him a blow 
job in the subway toilet but he withdrew his cock from my 
mouth and invited me to his place.

He led me to his bedroom, where we helped each other take our 
clothes off. It was a warm afternoon early in June and the sun 
sent a cheerful glow into the room which glorified the man's 
body as though the sculptured figure of an athlete had suddenly 
come to life. 

He picked up a tube of lubricant from a small table at the head 
of the bed, smeared some over his fingers and thrust them in 
his hole, then turned to me and started anointing my cock. The 
sensation was so tantalizing I almost shot my load then and 
there, but I summoned up the will power to hold off.

He moved to the foot board of the bed and, grasping the foot 
board, leaned over to give me access to his rear end. His every 
movement was a thing of beauty. He seemed to possess the 
innocence, grace, and power of an animal.

As I placed my hands on his flanks to drive my cock into him, he 
trembled a little. It was a glorious moment when I felt the 
warmth of his butt against my legs and groin.

The guy was a pro. He knew how to work his asshole muscles to 
give a fucker the thrill of a lifetime.

I wanted to get him in another position-- on his back with his 
legs in the air-- so I could bend over and kiss him on the mouth 
while I was cornholing him, but with the sensations I was 
experiencing I couldn't hold off that long. The pleasure became 
so acute that I shot a big load of cum into his ass in a spasm of 
delight. 

He found a towel, wiped his hole with one end, and handed me the 
other so I could wipe my prick.

When I was dressed and ready to leave, he surprised me by 
asking, "Have you got any loot?"

I hadn't expected he would want money for his services, but I 
wasn't reluctant to pay up. A guy doesn't find such bliss every 
day. So I gave him all the cash I had on me, saving only enough 
to get something to eat for supper and to pay my bus fare home. 

All that and a lot more would not have been too much for the 
best fuck and the best whore I ever had or hope to have.

Once I almost got caught in a raid. The police used to make raids 
on the baths sporadically, usually on Saturday nights or on the 
eve of a holiday, especially during an election year. 

One busy night at St. Mark's years ago, we heard sirens in the 
street outside. I thought it was a fire and went to one of the 
windows on an upper floor to see what was going on. I noticed a 
long van parked in front of the baths but I could see no fire 
trucks in the vicinity. 

Scared shitless, I retreated hastily to my room, locked my door, 
put on most of my clothes, and lay down on the bed with the 
light out, waiting for the inevitable to happen. Instead of 
spending Christmas that year with friends and relatives, I 
would be in a jail cell. I could lose my job.

At long last I heard a key in the lock and saw a man at the door 
whom I took to be a police officer, although he was not in 
uniform. He turned on the light and looked sharply at me. But 
after a moment's scrutiny the guy closed the door and left. 

What a relief. Apparently only the customers who had been 
caught in some homosexual act had been hauled off to jail. Along 
with me, perhaps a dozen escaped arrest. A few stayed on to 
suck and fuck the rest of the night, but I was in no mood for 
further sex so I got dressed as soon as I could and left.

Once in a while I got a chance to play around with some of the 
attendants at the baths. Often they were young and attractive and 
of course they knew the score. 

I had several attendants at St. Mark's. When they were off duty 
they would sleep in the dormitory along with the customers. 
Sometimes the attendants would sleep stark naked, sometimes 
with a towel wrapped around their waist.

Often they were so exhausted they didn't know, or didn't care, 
when I played with their dicks and started sucking on them. 

One attendant I sucked fairly regularly-- a tall blond guy, good 
looking, well hung, good natured-- slept profoundly and rarely 
pushed me away. Only once or twice did he shoot a load. He was 
probably too tired to come.

There was another attendant there whom I sucked several times 
when he was asleep, but after that he began to want money. Five 
dollars was the usual fee in those days at that place. On a 
commercial basis he would come to my room in the baths and let 
me play around with him as I wished. He was generous with his 
cream and always delivered a load before he left. 

Later on he rented a two-room apartment only a few blocks 
away from the baths and took me there when he was off duty. 
The price was higher, of course, but it was worth it. He would 
let me take his clothes off, play with his feet, kiss his body all 
over, drink his piss, suck his ass, and fuck him-- the works. 

There was another attendant at St. Mark's who let me blow him. 
He was a rather burly guy with rather coarse features. He had a 
heavy-set, powerful body with a thick cock and hot nuts. He 
took me to a room that had just been vacated and hadn't been 
made up yet. He unbuttoned his pants, lay on the bed, and let me 
suck him off. He complimented me on my technique but I never 
had a chance for a repeat performance. I heard from other 
customers that he did this with most of the guys who came 
regularly to the baths.

There used to be a small steam bath in the basement of a fleabag 
hotel on West 31st Street near Penn Station. Just a bare room 
with lockers, double-decker beds, a steam room, and showers. 
Everything was very open and when an orgy began one of the 
attendants, a young, heavy-set Greek, would join in, opening 
his pants to let the guys suck him. I had him several times, 
always giving him a good tip before I left. 

There was one attendant at the Sauna on West 58th Street that I 
had my eye on for some time. He was a short guy, compactly 
built, and sexy. Ex-Navy, maybe. Cock appeal at first sight. I 
saw him sometimes at other baths so I knew he was gay, but he 
always avoided me.

My opportunity came at long last, early one morning when a 
violent storm kept people off the streets. The all-night 
customers at the Sauna had left, so besides the man at the desk, 
the attendant, and myself, there was no one in the place. 

I followed the attendant about, making causal conversations, and 
finally he sat down in a chair in the lounge. I drew up a seat 
beside him. 

Talking about the storm, he told me that once he and his brother 
had spent most of the night stranded in their car because the 
rain and darkness prevented them from seeing more than a foot 
or so in front of them. All I had on was a towel wrapped around 
my waist and while listening to his story I reached under to 
play with my prick and balls until I got a noticeable hard on. 
When he finished his story I emphasized the fact that we were 
the only two guys left in the place and that there probably 
wouldn't be any other customers until the storm slackened. He 
said he had never before been alone with just one customer in 
the Sauna.

Perhaps he got bored and wanted some entertainment while 
waiting out the storm. I noticed that he gradually slouched in 
his chair, spreading his legs suggestively, while he rubbed his 
groin with one hand. 

I rose to my feet and he looked up at me with a sly smile on his 
lips and a nod of his head which looked like an invitation. 

At any rate, I took it that way and he didn't stop me as I knelt 
between his legs and reached up to unfasten his belt and open 
his fly. I pulled out his prick and my dream came true at least. 
His cock rose up immediately. It was a real beauty-- long and 
thick. The head of his prick was bright red and a drop of pre-
cum juice glistened in his piss-hole.

I jerked him off while putting his peter in my mouth. Then I 
pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees so I could play 
with his balls and reach up under him and feel his ass and shit 
hole. He didn't object when I pulled his loafers off an nuzzled 
his feet against my cheeks and mouth and massaged them 
through his socks, enjoying the odor. I reached up under his 
shirt to tug at his nipples and rub his chest and belly. With all 
this stimulation, it didn't take long to shoot a load of rich, thick 
cream.

No one came into the baths during our sex play and for some 
time after we had finished we were still alone. I seldom have 
had such a good time. I gave the guy a large tip when I left. 

Some men have told me that they get bored at the baths and that 
they prefer the excitement and danger of making conquests on 
the outside, but I always have a better time at the baths, 
probably because I don't make friends with strangers on the 
outside very easily. It takes a certain amount of tact and 
personal magnetism to persuade a guy on the outside to get into 
bed with you. The baths gave me experiences that I could never 
have had anywhere else. I must have had relations with 
thousands of men in them and it is hard to remember more than 
a very small percentage of them.

Some are unforgettable, like the guy from Washington, a 
magnificent specimen of powerful manhood who said that he 
liked the way his wife sucked him off but that he had never had 
a blow job as exciting as the one I gave him. 

I also can't forget the three strapping truck drivers from 
Jersey who came into Everard's in the early morning hours and 
whom I sucked off one after the other. They seemed to be new to 
the gay scene-- perhaps this was their first time in an all-
night steam bath. Perhaps they just wanted to try something 
different, just for kicks.

When I asked one of them if he liked to be rimmed he answered, 
"I don't give a shit what you do."

And then there was the guy who liked to sit on the edge of the bed 
while I knelt down at his feet to suck him off. After he had shot 
his load he used to caress my head and shoulders and tell me, 
"You're a natural-born cocksucker. You shouldn't have to do 
anything but suck men's pricks all day."

I agreed most heartily.

[Editor's Note: I've met the writer of the above letter. He 
doesn't look or act homosexual. There are millions of 
homosexuals who don't. Thus the public, including homosexuals, 
have no idea how many homosexuals there are. There are 
millions more than anyone, including other homosexuals, 
suspect. And there are millions who, like the writer of the 
above letter, are officially classified as heterosexual because 
they are married. --B. McD.] 

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