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Edited by Boyd McDonald

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The following letter was written. by one of my readers for anonymous publication. It will appear in my anthologies of sexual experiences.

-Boyd McDonald

He worked in a discount house in the 20s, near where I worked on 23rd, and I'd drop in for a pack of cigarettes just about every day. He was a well-set-up stocky youth in his late teens, usually wearing cotton cords, from which his well-formed ass leapt at me every time he'd bend down to get my smokes. He was one of my day-to-day pleasures, and after a while I didn't have to say what I wanted. I'd walk in, he'd stoop, and there was my brand on the counter. I'd have the right amount ready, always. I'd slap it down, pick up the smokes, we'd nod, and that was that.

One midday there were a few people ahead of me. I waited my turn gladly, because it gave me a chance to enjoy the moves of his body as he fulfilled orders. The guy ahead of me was ordering condoms (the store sold everything from shit-paper to Q-Tips). He asked for a brand of rubbers the youth was temporarily out of.

The clerk asked the guy is he'd ever tried a new brand of self-lubricating condoms which the customer (and I) had never heard of. He said they cost a few cents more than the name brands, but had the same guarantee and were cheaper in the long run. The customer bought a pack. I got my cigarettes and left the store without a word.

I had never purchased anything but cigarettes and continued to do so for the next couple of weeks. Now, in addition to my pleasure each day at seeing the young man's moves, I kept thinking about his sales pitch for the rubbers. Was it wishful thinking, or did I detect a note of self-lubrication in his. sales talk? A few days later, I decided it was time to break out of the automatic cigarette routine. I bought some soap one day, razor blades the next, and so on. Then I bought some KY. I am usually cautious about where I buy that. The youth matter-of-factly produced it and placed in alongside my cigarettes. I continued buying those, but the next time there was no one in the store I ordered a packet of Trojans, for which I had no use at all.

He started to fill my order and I stopped him. "By the way, there was a guy in here not long ago and you sold him a self-lubricating stopper. Do you still have them?" His cords that day were a soft gray and hugged his butt cheeks like they were part of him. He said he was expecting a shipment later in the day. I said maybe I'd hold off on the Trojans then and check them out. He gave me a knowing glance.

"How do they operate?" I said, with a hint of suggestion which built on my KY purchase the week before.

He said, "Look, I close at six. If you get here before that maybe I can give you a demonstration."

"Okay," I said, paid for the cigarettes, and went back to the job.

I was back at the store about ten to six. The youth was closing and there were no other

customers.

"The rubbers come?" I asked. "Yeah." He produced a pack from behind the counter and handed them to me, They looked like any other brand.

"If you wait till I lock up, I'll show you how they work. But if you want them, you'll have to pay me for them now." This I didand gladly. He turned out the lights and locked the door, after ringing up the purchase.

"In here," he said, pointing to a storeroom

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in the rear, where he unleashed his considerable, still-soft dick, then took the pack of rubbers from my hand.

"These for you?" he asked.

I said they were for a friend.

"Then I won't fuck this one up by trying it on either one of us but it goes like this. It slips on like any condom but its treated inside and outside to oil itself on contact." His dick was still in his hand but it had reached a staggering size. My eyes were popping and my mouth was watering. He uncovered the massive head and slid the foreskin down along his lean, long shaft. "That way you get a fit as tight as this and it goes on just as easily if I'm hard or soft," he continued. "When you're done, it slides off just as easily as this"-he slid his foreskin back along his dick, covering the head.

I was ready to come on the spot just watching him. "You said it was ecnomical in the long run. Why is that?"

"It'll store a complete load and that saves

wear and tear on the sheets." He put the rubber back in the box and handed it to me. He did not return his cock to his pants, however, and I knew I had to suck him off.

Well, I did. After a while I knew, without his telling me, that he was ready to transfer scum. I opened my hole wider and let his cock slide from one end to the other, blowing nicely and gently as that warm heavy wad took over, sinking into my belly. After he shot I cleaned his dick. I gave him a few blow dry strokes and, clean as a whistle, it was ready to go back into his pants.

I continued to purchase cigarettes the next two days and there was no exchange between us. Friday night when I passed the stare, the lights were on. I tapped on the locked door. He appeared, waved me away with a "closed" gesture. I cursed myself for putting myself on reject, but on Monday I went in for cigarettes as though nothing had happened. Same on Tuesday. He gave me the butts, not a word. On Wednesday as I left the store, he

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said, "I'll be open a little later tonight if you want anything."

I was there at 6:01 and at 6:02 we were in the storeroom. I opened and lowered his corduroys (tan this time) and got my first look at his balls. They were a match for that cock. Plump. I took one then the other and then stuffed the entire package into my hole, released it and headed for shit city, where I polished the gates before returning to his dick. I sucked him off and, like the first time, I returned it clean and dry.

On the way out he explained about not letting me in the other time. "Friday starts the weekend and fuck time with my woman. By Monday I'm fucked out. The middle of the week is good."

I silently agreed and for the next six months the middle of the week was good for me, too. He then transferred to a store near where he lived in Queens and the good times were over. He took my number and said he'd call, but he never did. NEW YORK NATIVE/DECEMBER 23-29, 1985 35