Johnny Wraith Stories

It was a hot and sluggish day in Tucson, Arizona.  The morning had turned to nearly noon, and I was still farting around the apartment in my underwear.  I hadn't yet eaten, but was into my second pot of coffee; hadn't yet brushed my teeth, but had flossed; hadn't taken a shower, but had taken two big, hot shits. It was one of those days, hot and sluggish, and there was no toilet paper in the house. That's why I had to wipe my ass with paper towels after my two hot shits. It was hot inside the apartment, maybe 85 (°F), the sweat was starting to streak down my back, but I just wasn't ready for the chill of the air conditioning unit. From nearly noon until 2:00pm that day, I managed to drink two more cups of coffee, read 5 pages of D.H. Lawrence (It was the 8^th time in a month I'd started the first chapter of Sons and Lovers, and in saying this, that it was the 8^th time, I'm not saying Lawrence is a bad writer. I actually like his writing. What I'm saying is that it just wasn't easy to read even the good stuff on a day like that.), and crack the Venetian blinds in the kitchen a few times, to look out and see what the howling wind was doing out there, because despite the lassitude inside, the silence and the slow-dripping sweat (It was now about 90°F inside, and maybe 101°F outside) it was intermittently violent out there, and the sudden bursts occasionally inspired my attention. Sporadically, the wind, with no warning, would move the entire apartment complex, rattle the windows, and shake the doors, subside, then come back again. One time I peeked through the blinds and the prickly pear cactus was standing there, just outside the window, but the next time, the entire plant was uprooted, lying on its side and busted into oozing, spiny pieces. About 3:00pm I decided to finally get around to doing something useful. I gathered up a roll of paper towels, a jar of Vaseline, sat down at my computer and fired it up, and began masturbating to Internet Pornography. A browser search for "high kicking shaved anal cheerleaders" led to the perfect sources. But as fate would have it, just as I was about to blast a load of gunk into a crumpled bunch of waded of paper towels, the phone rang.

RING! RING! RING!

I quickly shuffled from the den to the kitchen, my underwear still around my ankles because I didn't want to dirty them with all the Vaseline I'd smeared on. At the fourth ring,

RING!!!

just before the caller was thrown into voice mail, I yanked up the phone with my greasy hand.

"Hello?" I answered, standing there with my glistening cock standing straight out, my underwear tight around my ankles.

"Johnny. This is Burt. I'm heading down to Nogales to get my Meds. I could use some muscle, in case I get into trouble."

Burt was a friend of a friend, and 35 years my senior. He was about 65 years old, still smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day, drank like a fish, but was lean, had perfect white teeth (a full set of expensive dentures), a complete head of black hair, after numerous transplants, perfectly parted on the side and combed over the top just like an executive from the 1980's (and Burt had been a CEO for a number of small companies before he'd retired early at 55 with about 10 million dollars in the bank). Burt and I, in many ways, were like father and son, well, maybe like uncle and nephew, and good friends too. Our relationship had really developed after I'd fucked Burt's oldest daughter a few times. He'd been the one to set me up with her because he hated her fiancé.  Our first date had been at Burt's house, during a time when Burt's oldest daughter, Heidi, was separated from her fiancé (Back then, about 5 times a year, Heidi routinely left him and moved back home with her parents, but always returned to the relationship after 1-2 weeks or thereabout. They are married now, but it took them at least 10 years of off and on to finally tie the knot. And I wasn't invited to the wedding.).  The night of our first date, I showed up, met Heidi, and was pleased to discover she had huge, bulging round tits. We (Me, Heidi, her dad Burt, and her Mom, Emily) ate expensive shrimp with cocktail sauce, drank margaritas until we were drunk, and had some kind of grilled entrée which included buttered asparagus on the side. Heidi laughed a lot and was the life of the party. She drank as much as I did or more, shared her cigarettes with me out by the swimming pool, and even gave me bites of her chocolate cake from her fork from across the table, when we were finally having dessert at about 11:00pm. I still remember sitting there at the table with her, still talking up a storm, laughing, affectionately looking into one-another's eyes, as Burt and Emily were clearing the table and doing the dishes. Shortly thereafter, they said "goodnight" and disappeared. As soon as the parents left, Heidi took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom's bathroom, gave me a new toothbrush, and started taking off her clothes while brushing her teeth. When she had spit and rinsed, she took off my clothes, while I was still brushing. Next thing I knew, Heidi was on top of me in her bed. "Suck my nipples as hard as you can. That way I'll come fast," she gasped, and I obeyed. And she did come fast. "Don't pull out, just come." she huffed, and I obeyed. The next morning at about 8:00am, I remember being on top of Heidi. Her heels were digging into the small of my back as the bedsprings creaked in rhythm. It was just as I was coming that Heidi's mother, Emily, knocked on the bedroom door and said, "Come on you two, breakfast is ready!" I tried to muffle my groans between Heidi's giant tits, but the effort backfired. On exhalation my lips formed a vacuum, fluttered and reverberated against Heidi's flesh and made a terrible and obvious noise. It sounded like a long, loud fart. Heidi laughed out loud but quickly blurted: "Be right there Mommy!" Then I heard her mother chuckling all the way down the hallway. Breakfast was just as jovial as supper the night before. In brunch style, we drank champagne with our omelets, salmon, croissants, and sliced fruits on a silver tray, all served up on a fancy buffet. It was at that meal Burt started calling me his "Son-in-Law." After that meal, Heidi and I went back to her room and did it again, doggie style, took a two hour nap, did it doggie style once more, and then I got up and dressed back up in yesterday's clothes at about half-past-noon. Before I left, Heidi and I made plans to see each other the next weekend, to spend it together in a small cabin in Flagstaff, but it never happened. She went back to her fiancé before that anticipated weekend came, and I didn't see or hear from her for several months, until she again separated from her fiancé and again temporarily moved back home, and again invited me over to have dinner with her and her family once more.

As for Burt, he was going to Nogales to get his "Meds." What he meant by this: "Meds" was he was going to go to a Mexican pharmacy to purchase a large quantity of Viagra. Burt had recently had surgery to clean out the arteries in his neck, so his vascular system wasn't in the best shape. "My penis is clogged from all the beef and cigarettes of a lifetime, so I need a little help from modern medicine. On this shit, I can screw better than I could at 16. This shit is straight from the hand of God," Burt explained. And Burt was getting laid once a week, but not with Emily. She knew Burt had to take Viagra to screw, and she wouldn't sleep with him when he was on it, so there was no compromising. "I can't get turned on when you take Viagra," she'd explained to him. "I'm too worried about your blood pressure when you take that stuff, and it makes you sound like you have a cold, and your skin turns red and sweaty. I just can't do it." And it was true that Burt had very high blood pressure, and for that reason his family doctor would not prescribe him his favorite medicine. He HAD to go to Mexico for proper health care. So, once a week, on Sunday at 8:00pm, Burt gave Emily oral sex, and once a week, on Wednesday at 8:00pm, Burt popped a Viagra and paid a visit to a local University of Arizona, 19 year-old, undergraduate student. For this service, he paid her tuition, books, rent, utilities, gas, car insurance, groceries, and gave her spending money. In turn, she supported a 17 year old junkie that always slept past noon and never left the house, except for Wednesdays from 8:00pm to 10:00pm. Burt's comment on this arrangement was, "Every penny is worth it. And it keeps my marriage strong."

"You're headed my way?" I asked Burt.

"I'm about 15 minutes from your place, headed straight your way."

"I'm game."

"That's why I love you Johnny, you're a good Son-in-Law."

"Thanks Dad, I love you too."

"Be ready in 10."

My cock finally dropped. I wiped the Vaseline from the phone, my hands, and my pecker, pulled a half-empty bottle of Jack from the freezer, took about 5 hard swigs, and hopped into the shower. Just as I was pulling on my socks, Burt pulled up outside in his new, black Cadillac. He honked 3 times.

(to be continued)