And don’t tell me you’ve never had a three-way.
I’ll go first. It was 1978 I was working part time at Broadway Southwest in the housewares department. A very nice looking man came in looking for some kitchen gadget. I was apple to find what he was looking for, and after making the sale (accompanied with whole lot of flirting) he went on his way.
Fast forward to the following Friday or Saturday night at my usual hangout, Moon’s Truck. Who should show up? Yup. Same guy. “I could see the outline of your dick in those Angel Flights from across the store. Are you sure those pants meet The Broadway’s dress standards?”
We started chatting, and one thing led to another and he asked me home. He mentioned that his lover was there and would undoubtedly want to join in.
What the heck, I thought. I was young, foolish and about to go to a stranger’s house to engage in In flagrante delicto with him and another, unknown man. Try anything once, y’know? Hey, it was the 70s; it was what we did.
Long story short, it was underwhelming. His lover wasn’t bad looking, but I wanted to have sex with Craig alone. As I recall his lover had horrible B.O., bad breath, or some other hygiene problem (dirty ass, maybe?) and it was a complete turnoff.
I did connect with Craig one-on-one subsequently, but at that point it too was underwhelming and wasn’t repeated.
I did get a life tip from Craig that same afternoon and that’s the reason I will always remember him. I mentioned that my soft contact lenses—the kind that came in glass vials and were intended to last for a year (this was long before there were single-use or even monthly lenses) were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and driving home at night there were bright rings around every light source. “When did you enzyme them last?” he asked. “Enzyme them?” He looked at me incredulously. “Didn’t you know you’re supposed to soak them in an enzyme solution weekly to break up the protein that accumulates on them?” I told him I’d never heard of such a thing; my Ophthalmologist had never mentioned it. Needless to say I immediately went out and got the tablets and soaked my lenses overnight. They felt good as new afterward.
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Okay Mark, I’ll send you a couple of photos and some notes in a bit with some more details shortly. It’s fine if you want to post it/them if you wish. I know you will recall the area which may have been within your old stomping grounds yourself? The Century Theatre 816 Larkin Street between O’Farrell and Geary, one block over from Polk St. (and Le Salon).
The number ‘3’ has always been my favorite number, my lucky number. There’s usually a couple of distinctions that can apply to Three-Ways. Version one: The Three-Way where one person involved is the person who’s been (probably unknowingly) brought into the equation to ‘induce heat, to rekindle the spark’ for an existing couple. The other is the one I’m much more familiar with, simply spontanious, torrid, uninhibited sex with no planning. The Sex just has a life of it’s own and proceeds without any roadmap. I should add here that I managed a popular Move/Sex Club in San Francisco for about 10 years. (1979-1989). The City eventually made me close the below ground Glory-Holes and Cubicles sometime in the early 80’s. Though the sex continued in other areas of the place. The Closing of the Glory Holes and The Bath-Houses in the city are well represented in the H.B.O. Film, ‘And The Band Played On’. The scene in the film of the anger directed to the Director of Health, Mervyn Silverman is well represented, I was there. (Sorry I digressed so much here!)
And which club might that have been? 😈
I was dating a guy back in 1999/2000 and we decided to pick up a third, probably off of Manhunt. It, too, was underwhelming, but I got one fun memory out of it. At some point I was taking a break from the action and I sat down on my heels on the folded up comforter on the end of the bed. Unfortunately his comforter was pretty slick, so once I got settled it started to slow-motion slide backwards off the foot of the bed with me on it. Couldn’t stop it, and we both slid right off the end. No damage done, and I was laughing from the minute I was deposited on the floor (with plenty of cushion from the comforter).
Sometimes laughing during sex (as long as you’re both/all doing it) is the BEST sex, y’know?