Once, on my way over to Jason's house, I found some pages from Playboy on the side of the road. Jason came back with me and we collected all of them, wet and soggy though they were. I don't remember what we did with them though.
There was a flea market type of building that eventually became a Burlington Coat Factory store. One of the booths inside sold Playboys and Penthouses. Guy running it didn't ask for ID. My first pornography purchases were from that store.
The boys on the street, Mike Hlastala, Mark Townsend, Dave DelRe, and myself, had a fort
in the Hlastala backyard. For a while it was merely some boards nailed up between the fence and their shed. But later we got a properly designed one with a frame that was put next to the shed. You had to crawl into it. We stashed Playboy, Penthouse, and maybe a Hustler or two in there.
BBSes in those days didn't check IDs. Hell, I doubt they do now if they even exist. Mike found a program that was a cartoon of a man with a giant schlong doing a woman doggy-style. But he couldn't view it because he had an IBM PC. So after downloading it, he copied the program to disk and we tried it out on my Apple IIe. Not sure how we did that, because drives weren't exactly compatible those days. I was what one might think of as a script kiddy those days. Prolly found some program that let me read IBM disks or something. Anyway, we could watch it on my Apple IIe. It was exactly two frames. Boring. But oooh so tantalizing to a 13 year old from a strict Catholic family. My mom found it though. A print-out of it. I don't remember if she was mad or disappointed. But I was too scared to have porno in the house until I went off to college after that.
