This story took place back in the early 70s when it was okay to go bareback and swallow hot loads of come down your throat. I had gone out one hot night to an adult bookstore, where all the action was in our medium-sized town. At first, I played a little head game with myself that by only getting blowjobs from guys but never giving anything back in return that I was still essentially straight. That all changed one hot summer night when I showed up at the arcade drunk and horny. But that’s all for another story!

What I mean to discuss here is the tale of my first, kinkiest three-way. It was also summertime and I was completely naked, sitting on the floor and taking my time sucking on a nice seven-inch, cut cock. That is about my favorite size, and the kind of cock I love to suck on. The guy pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to speak to me through the hole. He asked me if I would like to get more private in his silver van out back. I said okay and then he left.

I took my time getting dressed and then stopped at the counter to buy some poppers. I got out to the guy’s van and I saw no one in the front seats. Then I noticed that the sliding door was ajar, and I stood next to it. I peeked in to the back of the van and saw that the guy was still completely naked and rubbing his cock. So I coughed and he moved up and slid the door all the way open with him on his knees right where anyone could see him if they looked our way.

He moved back where he was before and I got in and closed the door all the way. I noticed his side curtains were open about a foot apart, so if someone stood right next to the door he could see everything we were about to do. The guy also had on a bright light that shone on both sides of the interior.

I sat down and got naked, which for me was only taking off a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Then I moved over next to him and we lay on our sides, facing each other. Then I reached over an opened up the poppers and held the bottle right between us. We both leaned close and sniffed the bottle, then he slid a hot tongue in my mouth and I just sucked on it.

Then we both parted at the same time and changed into a sixty-nine. But every time I felt either one of us get close, the guy would pull back and talk me into taking our time even if it lasted all night.

Then he asked me if I liked coke and I said, “Hell yes!” So he pulled out a box and inside was a bag of coke. It was the biggest back of it I’d ever seen. I could only afford small bags, if any at all. I finally asked the guy his name, and he said, “Ray.” We did some coke, and then went back to sucking on each other again. Then we both heard a guy walking up toward us before we ever even saw him.

Ray turned off the interior lights and we peeked out at the guy standing about 10 feet away from the van. He looked like a harmless guy down