Johnny shut the door behind him as he left his house and piled into the front seat of my 1972 Ford Maverick. Summer had finally come-my last summer in this God-forsaken one-horse town in the middle of the California desert. We'd both graduated from high school a month earlier and were eagerly awaiting leaving for college. College couldn't come soon enough but it would only come in due time so we passed the time in the hot desert summers in whatever ways we could.
Johnny and I had been friends on and off ever since we were kids. Born a few weeks apart we had both turned 18 earlier this year in the spring and had spent most of our high school years hanging out together-playing video games at the arcade, talking about girls and sneaking our first peeks at pornography by raiding his mom's stash. It may be hard to believe today, but back in the 1980s we didn't have ready access to internet porn, and had scavenge ratty old issues of Hustler or Penthouse to get a glimpse of pussy or if we'd lucked out we'd raid a parents' bottom drawer for something a little more graphic. We'd both talked about how when we turned 18 we'd be able to just walk into the 7-11 and buy it ourselves, but over a month had passed since our birthdays and we remained too shy to actually do it.
So instead we whiled away the long, hot, summer days in the traditional form of entertainment in this shitty desert town-cruising up and down the main drag and that is where we found ourselves today. Starting at one end of the main drag we'd drive until we reached the other end then turn around and go back. For excitement we might turn down a side street once in a while. It was just as thrilling as it sounds.
After an hour or so of this the sun had risen high in the sky and the temperature was climbing to the predicted 110 degrees. And the Maverick didn't have air conditioning. We were both sweaty and hot and looking for something better to do but didn't know what. The arcade had closed earlier this year and we didn't feel like bowling. So, having exhausted the recreational possibilities that our crappy desert town had to offer, Johnny suggested we go back to his house. "Mom is working a day shift at the hospital, and we can play cards or something. At least it has air conditioning". Air conditioning sounded good, so I was in.
If you've never lived in the desert you've never known the feeling of walking into an air conditioned room out of the heat of the day but it is a truly glorious thing. We walked through the door into a 72 degree room, the height of luxury, and exhaled. It felt amazing. Johnny offered me a Coke and we sat down to play a few hands of War. Almost, but not quite as boring as cruising the main drag.
After an hour or so of that we were bored again and roamed the house in search of something to do, and ended up in his mom's room. Johnny's mom was a single parent. She had divorced his father 10 or so years ago and supported the two of them working as a nurse at the local hospital. We didn't really know what we'd find but all the same decided to look for trouble in his mom's private things.
And in the back of the closet we hit jackpot. We opened a small metal box the size of a filing cabinet drawer and found his mom's secret stash. Johnny pulled out a rubber penis from the bottom of the box ("That's called a dildo" he explained), a videotape labelled 'Backdoor Brides III' and a bottle of an amber colored liquid labelled 'Bruichladdich 33 years old'.
"Oh, this is great!" he said. "Come on!"
I followed him back into the living room, stopping briefly in the kitchen to get a pair of small glasses. "Let's try some of this!" he said excitedly.
"But, what if your mom notices some gone? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" Johnny's mom was a kind-hearted woman but she had been a firm believer in corporal punishment her whole life, and the fact that Johnny had turned 18 had not softened her views any. I felt like Johnny was literally putting his ass on the line by drinking her Scotch.
"I'll just pour some water afterwards. She'll never know the difference. Here." he said as he handed me a small glass filled with the honey-colored nectar. I'd never smelled anything like it. The aroma was rich and heady, inviting. As though it was begging me to take it all in.
"You're supposed to drink the first glass all at once." he said. "On three-ready? One...two...three!"
I tipped the glass back and swallowed the rich liquid in one gulp. It burned going down, and I coughed and sputtered until an enveloping warmth on my insides replaced my discomfort. I looked over at Johnny. He reacted in much the same way, though he tried to look cool about it. "I think you're supposed to sip the rest." he said as he poured two more glasses. "Now let's watch that tape!"
He put the tape into the VCR and pressed play. A scene appeared on the screen of two muscular men with two big-breasted, big-haired women and I was immediately attentive. They were just starting to get to the action, and after the obligatory rounds of cock-sucking and pussy-eating the scene went in an unexpected direction-both ladies bent over on the couch with their legs spread apart and received their respective men's hard cocks into their assholes.
I was entranced. I could feel the alcohol rising to my cheeks as I watched these women get their back doors pumped, moaning in fake porn-movie-pleasure. I could feel my heartbeat quicken and a tingling in the soles of my feet rising through my loins.
As the scene ended with cum splattering on the ladies' faces, Johnny stopped the video tape. "Let's play cards again." he said. "Let's play strip poker"
My head was swirling from the Scotch and the hormones, and I don't know why but that sounded like exactly what I wanted to do. We were both lightly dressed for the summer in shorts and T-shirt, and traded hands back and forth, losing our scant clothing one piece at a time. Before long we both sat in our underwear, playing the deciding hand. I drew garbage, and there wasn't even a way to bluff. Easily losing this hand I stood up to remove my final piece of clothing.
I peeled my underwear down, standing naked in front of Johnny for the first time in our long history. My cock was still hard from the movie and it pointed straight out at him. And I wanted him to see me, to look at me in all my nakedness. And he did. With a smirk on his face he drunk me in from my toes to my chest, lingering on my hard cock. He motioned for me to spin around and I did, showing him everything God had gifted me with.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"Let's play one more hand" he replied. "And the loser has to get fucked by the winner."
What? No, no, I don't think so. "No, I don't want that" I unconvincingly replied. "I'm not gay."
"It wouldn't be gay-it would just be like that movie. Come on, let's try it."
I would later reflect that that was probably the stupidest argument I'd ever heard, but in the haze of booze and hormones it somehow made sense. And my cock was begging for some kind of relief, and maybe fucking him could be fun? At least I'd get to stop him from being so smug.
