'A Single Man' will probably be history by the time you read this, and it may even have won an Oscar or two, but at the time of writing I've only just seen it. I wasn't exactly bowled over by it. I mean I know it's supposed to be 1962 but you can get just too much of the stiff upper lip especially when there's no stiff Spanish prick to accompany it. That gigolo guy was gorgeous and so hot to trot! Still that dickless movie did bring back not too distant memories of when, just like the twink who had a crush on his professor, I was wide eyed and wide open for experiences. Get the picture?

This was in the days when it was cool to smoke marijuana. All the guys had a little weed growing at the bottom of their gardens and we used to chill out regularly. I got to love smoking the happy shit and then having sex. As you probably know it makes you marvellously mellow and hellish hungry. That's the effect it had on me anyway. Fortunately, there were usually a couple of juicy dicks on hand to satisfy my sexual appetite. Let me tell you about one of my early encounters.

I was working in a supermarket stacking shelves. It was just a summer job during my vacation from college and I was still a bit young and green. A bit like the wacky weed itself I suppose. I had to report to this stunning stud for training. His name was Doug and to my inexperienced eyes he was as straight as they come. I mean he showed no interest in me at all and only seemed to have eyes for the blonde cashier. Her name was Mollie and she was Irish. This meant she was a 'good' Catholic girl and probably didn't give out much as Doug was always hot and horny. His favourite expression seemed to be "I gotta get me some" but it was clear to all that he wasn't getting nearly enough.

That day there was another guy in the storage room. He'd obviously been there much longer than me and was complaining about the working conditions. His name was Drew. He encouraged me to take a break and offered me a joint. There was a big 'No Smoking' sign on the wall and I pointed it out. There were a lot of other signs on the wall too like 'Please Don't Touch' and 'Employees Only' and as he leaned over to offer me the joint I wanted to reach out and touch him. After all, I thought, I was officially an employee now! But I didn't dare. He looked straight too. As I said, I was young and inexperienced. Drew had an interesting tattoo on his arm, between his shoulder and his elbow. It was a python in the middle of a maze. I was very tempted to run my fingers along the mound of biceps on his arm and help the long, thick snake find its way out. I wanted to help Drew's dick out of his pants too. There was just as much of a bulge between his legs as there was on each arm.

Actually, we only had just under an hour before it was time to clock off for what was left of the weekend. We were working a Sunday morning shift. It was pretty hot outside. England was in the middle of a heat wave and nobody was really prepared for it. I wasn't really looking forward to going home as the supermarket was nice and cool. I don't think Drew wanted to go home either.

"What are you doing with the rest of today?" he asked me.

"Dunno," I said. "I'll probably chill out with a cold beer. It's so fucking hot."

Until that day, Drew hadn't talked to me much but after a few drags on the joint we were beginning to feel like bosom buddies. The storage room was pretty primitive. Just a couple of chairs, a rickety old card table, a coffee maker and a fridge. I was feeling pretty primitive too. Drew was a real good-looking guy. He was sitting with his head against the fridge and his legs spread out.

"How about a beer right now?" he said leaning back in his chair and getting a couple out.

"What if Doug catches us," I said watching the jeans stretch tight over his full crotch.

"Don't worry about Doug. I know how to handle him," he said.

There was something in the tone of his voice that had my fuddled mind thinking suspicious things but I cast the dark thoughts aside. I was beginning to see life through a happy haze and was ready for anything. Even a telling off from Doug. Sure enough we were halfway through our beers and in the middle of another joint when he walked in. He was uptight and angry.

"What the fuck are you guys doing slacking off. Anyway, didn't you see the No Smoking sign?"

"Take it easy, Doug," said Drew eyeing him over like a mother hen who knows her chicks.

"There's only the three of us. Sounds like everybody else has gone home."

Doug looked at the open boxes and a few half empty shelves.

"What about those shelves? I wanted them packed by Monday."

"We'll come in early, won't we Jonathan?" said Drew to me with a conspiratorial wink.

"Yes," I said looking at him through half closed eyes.

Doug seemed to consider our proposition for a few seconds then told us he was going to lock up.

"Just one beer then I want to get back home. I gotta get me some this weekend."

He came back almost immediately and leant against the wall near the coffee machine and accepted the beer and the joint. My happy haze began to grow into a horny haze. He looked so great standing there. So tall and slim in his black shirt and pants. Like an Armani centrefold. What girl could resist him? But according to supermarket gossip his girlfriend regularly did. In fact she was famous for not giving out. It's a world of waste I thought to myself with an Irish accent. I was already high.

"Let's hurry this little party up," he said. "Remember I gotta get home and get me some."

"Oh come on Doug," Drew said. "It's so cool in here and you know I give good head."

My dick pricked up its ears. Things were indeed taking a horny turn.

"None of that faggoty fooling around." Doug said casting an embarrassed look in my direction.

"Remember I'm in charge and we have to set Jonathan a good example." he added.

"What better example could we set him?" said Drew pulling Doug towards him by his belt.

Doug took a drag on the joint, breathed in deeply and then let out a horny hiss as Drew extracted my 'straight' supervisor's even straighter dick. It was obviously hot and hungry and I could see that Drew's lips were thirsty for the pre-cum that was seeping copiously out of the mushroom head.

"I don't want this getting around. I've got a reputation to keep."

"Stop complaining. I'm sure Jonathan is a good reputation keeper aren't you Jonathan?"

I nodded my agreement.

"There you are then. His lips are sealed. Mine on the other hand are not!"

To prove it he wrapped them round Doug's dick and Joncy became a very willing silent witness. I watched with my mouth open as Drew got more and more of Doug's mammoth member down his gullet. He'd obviously done this before but probably not in front of someone else. In fact I found out later that this was a regular ritual and that Doug usually put up a feeble show of resistance to save his macho-man face although this never saved his dick from Drew's slathering mouth.

This time I was kind of included in the ritual as Doug kept passing me the joint seeing as Drew's mouth was otherwise occupied. I didn't know it yet but later when my mouth wasn't full of smoke it was going to be full of dick. Passing the joint was about to take on a whole new meaning for me.

There were lots of guttural sighs and wow mans and 'that feels good' and I was almost coming in my pants. The sounds of 'silence' can be pretty horny sometimes. I opened up to jerk off. The size of my dick did not go unnoticed. Doug cast an appreciative look in my direction. "We can't leave Jonathan alone and neglected," he said and before I could say something dumb like "That's alright you go right ahead and enjoy yourselves," they'd stripped me like a monkey strips a banana and shoved a lot of me in their mouths too by the time the afternoon was over.

But first they laid me out on the card table with my legs in the air. Drew shoved his nine-incher in my mouth and Doug shoved his ten-incher in my ass. I missed out on the joint smoking at this point but made up for it in other ways. Besides I was high as a kite and literally floating. I saw everything in slow motion. Doug was getting his own rocks off by giving me a stop-frame fuck as he fondled and massaged my balls. Sounds a little difficult I know but he did. He folded them right back and drove my nuts nuts as he worked his way, super slow, in and out of my love hole. Drew meanwhile was stroking my tit as I used his dick like a teat and milked it for as much cream as I could manage. It didn't seem to be happening to me but I knew it certainly was. Strange to say as Doug inserted his mega member it didn't hurt at all but that was probably the anesthetizing effect of the wicked weed.

I remember feeling a little bit like a banana split, but one very full of fruit, and then, by the time the two of them had finished punting and shunting me, emptier than the soggy, discarded banana skin itself. A veritable empty condom. But one brimming over with cum!

I also remember there was a siren screaming outside. Maybe a fire had broken out somewhere. It had certainly broken out in my ass. The constant slap of dicks and the suck of suctions together with the insistent wail of the siren morphed in my mind like a horny hallelujah chorus and were a real turn on. Not to mention the whole sexy scenario of being topped and tailed in that storage room while high on weed and then having both guys cum in my mouth as a fantastic finale. I knew after that first cock-happy experience I would never go hungry - or thirsty - again!

Which brings me back to where we came in - seeing that dickless movie 'A Single Man' and being reminded of my 3 cum-pany encounter. Movies like music tend to set you off. Not that I'm at all complaining although I must admit I miss living with Doug. After that butt-blowing episode in front of the packing shelves he sent his girlfriend packing and shacked up with me. Of course, he was still worried about his 'reputation' so, like the Single Man, we had to keep a very low profile all the time we were living together. Drew, fortunately had changed jobs and, even though I wasn't working in the supermarket anymore, I was still under Doug's supervision as he was very jealous. This meant there were no more threesomes. The dog continued to have a roving eye for pussy but I'm happy to tell you he stopped saying "I gotta get me some" as I made sure he always had his bone of plenty waiting for him at home. By the way, we stopped smoking weed too. It tends to dull the senses.