It was the early 70's, still the fallout of the 60's. I had a summer job while trying to get up tuition for my next two semesters of college. I didn't much care what it paid or what I did as long as I could bank some dough for fall.
We were working on a highway, doing all kinds of jobs; actually it wasn't too bad, since I had a rent free cabin paid by my parents. I was picked up each morning and dropped off each night. Not a bad deal, I only had to come up with food and some occasional beer money, ok and an occasional bag of pot. It was a good summer. I only had a motorcycle and made one run to town a week, so my expenses were very low.
One day at work we were waiting for our boss to assign our jobs and we were just sitting around waiting and waiting. I picked up a paperback book that was on the picnic table and started flipping through it. It was a collection of sex stories similar to the Penthouse Forum. I was a young rube and skipped from story to story. Threesomes, bondage (etch!) and wild sex. I was having fun, never thinking about who was watching me.
After a while I stumbled on to a gay story. I was very surprised to feel my dick getting enlarged as I read the article. By the time I was finished, I wanted to slip away and get a load off. Unfortunately, I finally had to go to work.
Later in the week, another summer hire, about my age, asked me if I would like to drop acid this weekend? Well, since he offered, I assumed it was free and of course it sounded right. Sure, I said, where and when?
We agreed on my cabin on Saturday night. I was showered and cooked some dinner because I knew that dropping acid involved possibly not eating for a day or so. When he showed up, I welcomed him and offered food. We ate a little then he broke out some purple blotter. We both slipped it under our tongues and he asked me if he could shower, claiming he had a job today! "No problem" I said, and fetched him a towel. He was gone for awhile and I entertained my self by realizing the acid was starting to take effect and made us a couple drinks. I always liked to bring the high down a little; cause acid can be very edgy.
When he returned from the shower, he had the towel around his waist and his hair was tussled. I gave him his drink and we toasted to Jerry Garcia, or something. He sat down opposite me and sipped his drink, looking me in the eyes occasionally. I would smile each time since I was feeling better and better and assumed he was too.
One time when I looked over I noticed his dick was hard and bouncing against the towel. This threw me a bit. I mean I never sat around with a hard on. He gave me a very awkward smile and I gave him one in return. I found myself unable to ignore his hard on. It was like a beacon and my eyes were like the homing beacon.
He noticed and after a few glances, he got up and came over and kissed me. My immediate reaction was, wow sex, but after his lips approached mine, I thought "this isn't right!"
I turned my lips at the last minute but he caught my cheek anyway. The acid was in total force now and I had to work to think. I was without a doubt, turned on but I had never thought about kissing a man. I actually was more into tasting his dick than a kiss. I sat for a few moments and pondered if he would mind my just feeling his cock and not kissing him. Sounds weird, but the act of cock sucking seemed more innocent than kissing a guy.
When I rebuffed him, He went back across the room and sat looking at me. Gradually he began stroking his cock, which became huge. I watched with interest and confusion. Gradually the towel fell away and he had a large cock pointing at the ceiling, uncut and calling for release.
I found myself hard as a rock and I kept glancing at his cock. I had never thought of gay sex, except for the story I had read in the book at work. I had to admit to myself that he had a wonderful tool and had reason to be proud. I guess at some point during the mental debate, I found myself staring directly at it for some time. When I realized, I look at his face and he raised one eyebrow, like Groucho Marks, with fun and implication involved.
I can honestly say that I have no idea to this day why but I got up and crossed the room and got down on my knees and brought my face face to face with his tool. I kneeled there for a moment just admiring the whole thing, thinking I wonder what it would be like to taste it. I finally looked up and his eyes begged me to kiss it. I knew suddenly that he wanted me to and I figured I wanted to as well, so fuck it, why not?
I grabbed his tool and kissed it first, then took a little bit into my mouth. I licked and kissed and gradually took more, until suddenly he thrust forward and sunk his dick deep into my mouth. I was surprised how wonderful it felt and tasted. He began slowly pumping in and out and my hand continued running up and down his shaft. I was surprised that his dick got harder still and his pumping sped up slightly. Before I knew it, His dick spewed cum deep into my mouth. My first reaction was, "oh my God, this is not right", but when the cum hit, the flavor and warmth overtook me and I sighed with ecstasy.
He laid there groaning for a few moments and then returned the favor. I came like I had never cum before. We fell asleep together and later woke up with hard ons and repeated the experience. Yum, I highly recommend oral sex.