A Summer Night

No, it wasn’t dark or stormy. In fact it was quite pleasant. The day had been as well. It may have stormed a bit midafternoon but by 7:00 we were outside working on Jerry’s car. Jerry was my best friend, a year older he was my ticket to go place, he had a driver’s license and per his reports, he was quite well versed in all things sexual. At the time we were working on a car that he and his dad were restoring and I was getting a lesson in bondo application.

“So you want to stay the night?” he said as we worked. “I can get some beer from the old man’s fridge, we can check out my Playboy collection. It’ll be cool.” At 15 how could I turn down an invitation like that? So I called home and cleared it with the parents, conveniently forgetting to mention the driving forces in the request. Looking back I think I had already checked my willpower at the door.
This was going to be so cool. Hadn’t Jerry already said so? It was like he had dropped a roofy in my soda or something, except for the fact that Rohypnol had yet to be developed much less become a part of popular culture. It was more just that peer pressure to be cool and accepted, I definitely needed acceptance and though I was unaware of it myself it probably rolled off of me in buckets. So the evening slowly switched to night time. In summer that always seemed to take forever, and we got a lot of work done on the car. 

Jerry’s dad would pop his head out occasionally to offer advice but it was mostly just the two of us talking about this and that and working on the car. Jerry’s parents were older and as a result a little less supervisory than most of my other friend’s parents, it was great, we could even sneak in a smoke without worry. 

At some point it got dark, a little cooler with that heavy humidity of a summer’s night. We retreated to the basement. His folks had fixed it up pretty well, wood paneling, tv set, a comfy chair, a sofa bed. (Ok  I need to be clear- I did not make “that” connection until just know some 50 years later, you must believe me). We were watching tv, probably the Johnny Carson Show and waiting for his folks to go to sleep. Sometime around 11:30 Jerry pulled out a couple of Rolling Rocks.

“It’s OK, they never come down unless we make a lot of noise and wake them up.” 

The beer was good, not my first, but not by much and it served its purpose well. Of course I didn’t know that purpose myself, but it was quite simple. Since we had been drinking . . .

Out came those Playboys and almost as quickly came the intense aching hard-ons of youth.  Although pretty tame by latter standards in the mid sixties there were really only two ways to see women with breasts exposed, National Geographic with its saggy breasted native women and Playboy with its airbrushed firm and provocatively underdressed young women. One thing led to another. Somewhere along the way we lost our clothes, pants first I am sure, and though the focus was ostensibly on the magazines, Jerry was moving me along quite quickly.

“You’ve never done it have you?” Not so much a question as an answer. “It is so fantastic.” “Ever wonder what it feels like? Wouldn’t it be so cool to know?”

I was by this time lying down naked on the sofa bed. He was telling me how he had heard that there was a way, but he should do it first “to be sure.’ I assented, or at least didn’t resist as he applied some Vaseline to my butt. Question marks were exploding in my head, but none of those questions were getting anywhere, my curiosity was in control, a button had been pushed in my brain that said “go for it” and with that he pushed right in. The amazing thing was that it didn’t hurt, he was actually quite good, smooth and slow but unrelenting. It didn’t take too long before he announced his cumming. “Oh fuck yeah, wasn’t that fantastic? I know you felt every drop didn’t you?”

Truthfully I didn’t feel much of anything, but who was I to mention it? But then it was my turn. I couldn’t get it up. No matter how much I tried half staff was about it. Jerry was not upset at all. Thinking back why should he, he got his? But we did  get out the magazines and I finally announced that I might not be hard enough to fuck but I was definitely hard enough to beat. Then it got bizarre. Somehow we got to laying down beside each other, he had my prick in his hand and I mine on his. Jerry continued to talk. He was now onto oral sex and somehow the idea of trying it was appealing. He flipped around and hovered over me in the 69 position and encouraged me to “lick it like a lollipop”

Looking up all I could see was this fantastic curved banana of a dick. Never mind, never thought of where it had been a half hour before. Right then it was the most impressive sight in my life. It still is. I can still see the veins the arched curve the purplish plum of a head. I took it in my mouth and sucked. Of course the deal was that Jerry was to reciprocate, but though I maintained a steady fascination with his cock, as he put it later I was leaking precum and that was not part of the deal. Was he dripping pre cum? You damn betcha, but it wasn’t leaking out. I was washing it around the head of his cock as he pulled it in and out of my mouth giving verbal encouragement all the time. “Oh yes, OHH, God yes, suck it, no, lick up from the ohh yeah!” 

To his credit he did not cum in my mouth. To my disappointment I might add. He had other things in mind. He wanted us to mutually masturbate. It was a bit of a contest, but there was no doubt whose hand was going to get all gooey first given which one had just had an extensive blowjob, and sure enough I was rubbing his dick on his belly in no time with warm sticky fluids all over my hand. I ended up finishing myself as he slipped off for a box of tissues. If he had asked I would have licked it up sucked it off his cock and cleaned it dry, but he wasn’t quite as prepared for my destruction as I.

The night was wearing on, I was a mess - happy, confused and totally fucked. I went home just before dawn and fell asleep on the porch swing at my house a dull ache in my butt and Jerry’s last words, an admonition to stay near a bathroom, going through my head. It seems that in his pride he fully expected me to have been so thoroughly filled with semen that I would react as to an enema. Sorry Jerry, it just wasn’t that overflowing, but that cock, I think I would be unable to resist today.