There is nothing like a trip to the buddy booths on Sixth Avenue to cure the blues. I just had to get out of the house and get some air yesterday. Feeling down because of my suspension from work, I put on a dingy wife-beater and ran to 23rd Street like a rabid virgin.
Such attitude the patrons of buddy booths exhibit while waiting for a buddy to show up. Cruising queens remind me of my boss, Susan Bear. Susan is a mean lesbian who looks like she hasn’t tasted a vagina since birth. Everyone was just standing inside the porn shop appearing to be waiting for a messiah, it seemed. Wait, I thought, this is just like work, everyone just stands around waiting for me to do everything. Nobody talks in peep shows though, unlike the never- ending chatter of office gossip. They just stand motionless outside of buddy booths and pretend they are there to make a phone call, perhaps.
Working at JBFCS is like being a slave in a kinky S&M scene. I needed to feel like a man again. For seven years I have worked in an office with needy females. I’m one of just a few males at work and they always make me re-fill the water bottles on the water cooler. I was once ordered to unclog the toilet in the clinic’s restroom. That was such a big turd. I had to break it up with a plunger. I knew who left it, but being a professional, I said nothing. Now I’m suspended without pay. I feel like such a piece of shit. I needed a retreat and an escape. I needed to serve a real man, not a lesbian like Susan Bear.
I swooped in, offering very little eye contact, and quickly dashed into the stall against the back wall, next to the large mirror. Soon after inserting a dollar into the vending machine porn screen, I found myself watching two male midgets take turns plowing a blonde with huge tits. I love watching straight porn. I get such a kick out of men doing women, especially when the girls look into the camera like movie stars. Who knew that midgets have such large penises? Speaking of dwarfs, some dude had the nerve to almost poke me in the eye as I peeked through the glory hole to see who was after me. What ever happened to romance? I wasn’t interested.
This is not me, I realized watching the midgets have their day. I left my booth, prepared to head back home and pray for forgiveness. What’s this? Oh yes– another dirty white boy with flava. He was drinking vodka inside the porn shop. He had a little bottle of Grey Goose. I doubt he was even gay, but he seemed to enjoy the attention the queens waiting outside of booths offered him. A lot of straight men go into those places. They watch porn and instead of masturbating, well…
He was confused. Why do queens just stand motionless inside of porn shops when sexy, straight and confused men wander in? I was hard from watching the dwarfs, so I accidentally rubbed myself against the dirty white boy who was standing outside of my booth.
Suddenly, the place was alive. The patrons seemed very nervous, yet they all started rubbing their crotches. The other dirty whiteboy whipped it out in front of everyone, as if to tempt me. I didn’t care. I simply dropped to my knees and quickly took a lick as if I were a bee on a blossom. That was all. Just a lick. Everyone just smiled at me as I left the buddy booth café with a grin, not a frown, to hide the abuse.