“C’mon, you fruit cakes,” I said. “I want to see the stag films, not you guys.” That wasn’t true of course. I would have given anything to watch David and Anthony go at it naked and see David get punished by Anthony’s huge cock. That would never happen, but watching a stag film in lounge apparently was about to. I had heard about stag films, of course, but had never seen one before. The prospect of watching one was almost too good to be true. I had seen photographs of naked women, but never anything hard core. I knew that David never had either. Pornography was illegal and difficult to get back then. Though, as Shorty had demonstrated, not impossible. If there was a stag film, I definitely wanted to see it and so did David.
We trailed after Anthony, practically stumbling over ourselves in our eagerness to make it to the special invite-only cinematic event that had been completely unexpected. When we reached the lounge, the door to it was closed and locked. Anthony knocked twice. Sasquatch opened the door and quickly shut it behind us as soon as we were inside. He was careful to lock it as well. No one needed to explain to any of us that we had to be as discreet as possible. If we were caught watching pornographic films, serious trouble was a given. There was no doubt in my mind that we risked expulsion from school.
Shorty was grinning his elfin smile as he stood next to the movie projector he had set up in the middle of the room. He had pulled the screen down from the ceiling, the same screen Dusty had used with his “Getting to Know You” slideshow presentation he had made on the first day of school. The couches had been pulled away from the wall to the center of the room.
“Gentlemen, so glad you could make it,” Shorty said. I have commented before that Shorty was a bright spirit amongst our group of friends. He had a smirky smile and an easy laugh. There was no pretense about him whatsoever. He was always up for fun, particular of the raunchy sort. I had never forgotten how I had watched him give Freddy a blowjob in the prefect’s lounge that night all of us had frolicked naked in the snow. I also had never told anyone about it, either. At the same time, I didn’t know yet that Shorty and Anthony had watched Dusty and I that afternoon in the lobby of the dorm, my back against the wall as we embraced each other powerfully and hungrily for the first time. Incredibly, Shorty and Anthony had kept that information to themselves as well, at least so far.
Anthony, Shorty, Sasquatch, Howell, David, and I were all there – the entire Magnificent 7, except for Freddy, who hadn’t been in his room when Anthony had rounded up the rest of us. Shorty had rented the films from the owner of one of the college bars in the village for 20 dollars, quite a significant sum in those days. Each of us chipped in 3 dollars – about 25 dollars today – for the privilege of watching would turn out to be 3 short, silent loops. Howell passed around a bottle of whiskey, and it was clear to me from the general boisterousness that all of the other guys except for David and me had started drinking earlier. We both chugged from the bottle as Shorty dimmed the lights and started up the projector.
The first loop opened up with a film leader that counted down from 8 to 2 and cut to a title on a placard that read, “Burlesque Review.” It was a compilation of 6 women in various striptease acts. Judging by how well-worn and scratched the film was, it looked to be about 10 or 20 years old. But, no one cared. At all. For many of us, including me, this was the first real pornography we had ever seen. That alone made it titillating. It was incredible to see the women dance and remove their clothes and touch their breasts and display their vaginas and asses with absolutely no embarrassment. It was flabbergasting to me, actually that anyone would ever do that. There was so much shame around sex in those days. Pornography was illegal then, which made it forbidden in every sense, not just a moral one. That said, Burlesque Review should have been illegal. In all honesty, the women in the reel were not good looking, and I’ve never been a fan of big, flabby breasts with saucer-sized areolas, which most of them had. Despite the excitement of watching the women take their clothes off on camera, there was something rather depressing about them, and I did not enjoy this reel as much as what was to come. That’s not to say I wasn’t turned on – I was rock hard in all of my 18 year old glory from the very first frames that flickered onto the screen.
The next reel was much more riveting. It was called, “The French Maid.” Like the first one, this film was older and had been well-viewed. The scene began with a dark haired man dressed in a suit sitting at a desk, ostensibly working. The woman was dark-haired as well. Unlike the women of the last film, she was attractive and had a good body. She wore a maid’s uniform, albeit the maid’s uniforms of erotica, not real life: a strapless corset, lace-up back, wrist cuffs, and a satin choker. While the man reviewed papers at his desk, she used a feather duster on the curtains. Then she started using the feather duster on the papers on his desk. That irritated him. They had an animated exchange of words, and he wagged an angry finger at her. He returned to his papers and she her dusting. But, not for long. She bent over to dust a low table, and her skirt just happened to flip up over her ass, revealing that she was not wearing underwear. The man clasped his hands to his face in affected surprise, and the camera cut to a close-up of her gyrating ass, with a dark tuft of hair tantalizingly visible from below. The man played with her perfectly formed ass for a while before spinning her around. Then – surprise! – her breasts popped out of the corset. They were large and firm, and he buried his face in them, which seemed like a pretty nice place to be. After he pleasured her breasts for a while, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. A long, fat, hairy uncircumcised cock bounced out of his undergarments, and she grabbed it with both hands.
“Holy shit,” Howell said, shaking his head in disbelief. “She has 2 hands on that cock. It’s so much bigger than mine.”
“Every cock is bigger than yours, Howl,” Anthony said. Everyone laughed, even though it was a jab we had all heard before many times. Through the laughter, I couldn’t help but notice from the corner of my eye that Anthony had adjusted his cock in his pants, and I assumed that he had a hardon. As distracting as his bulge could be, however, it was not enough to keep my eyes away from the hardcore action onscreen.
The “maid” stroked the man’s cock, and I had to admit that I was fascinated by how his foreskin covered and uncovered the shiny knob of his cock and then covered it again. There was something very sexy how the head would appear and then disappear and then appear again. I had seen uncircumcised cocks before, of course, but had never seen the foreskin in action. I was curious about cocks in general, to understate the obvious, and very curious to see how the foreskin worked. The woman was curious as well, though she had other plans for his cock. She slapped it across her face. It must have felt awesome, because she had a laughing, smiling look of beatific joy. I remember thinking I would have had the same look on my face if I had been doing the same thing. Then he took matters into his hands: he grabbed his cock and slid it into her mouth.
We had been sitting in silent awe until now except for occasional commentary from one of the guys. The movie had no soundtrack, so the only noise in the room was the hum of the movie projector and the flickering of the film. Now, there were audible gasps and catcalling. No one in the room except for Anthony had received a blow job from a woman, not even David, who had fucked 2 girls, but had never received a blow job. I had both given and received blowjobs with Dusty, yet it was still incredibly hot to watch this guy stick his big, hairy cock inside her mouth, particularly since she appeared to be protesting that it was too big and having difficult fitting it inside her. (continued)