A Cruising Life Ch. O7
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After being in Louisville for about three years, work caused me to move again. This time the destination was North Carolina. Specifically, the area around Greensboro, High Point and Winston-Salem.
If the Louisville and Southern Indiana area was a fertile environment for cruising arcades and theaters, North Carolina was the exact opposite. So far in my cock sucking career, the only way I had to get my fix was through these places. I discovered quickly that my options were going to be severely limited in my new home.
So, even though I would wind up living in North Carolina for six years, my experiences were not nearly as many as in my three years in Louisville. And, they were generally not nearly as remarkable.
The first place I found, was on a street called High Point Road. It was in Greensboro, not far from the Four Seasons Mall, which was shopping central. A trip to the mall is how I found this place, but I probably passed it up a few times because it was small and tucked in between a couple of other businesses.
I don't recall the name but like I said, it was small. The bookstore area was crammed with stuff in a very tight space. The arcade started with one short hallway to your right and a longer one if you went straight. The longer one widened into two rows with booths down the middle and on the sides.
In all my experiences in South Florida and in Louisville, the booths had been constructed of framing and plywood. In this place, and everywhere else in the area, I was first introduced to what seemed to be prefabricated units, designed for this specific purpose. They appeared to be the kind of things that would just be put together on site.
Another first for me was that the doors and walls didn't go all way to the floor. They stopped about twelve inches from the floor, all the way around.
The hallway to the right only had booths along one wall. The booths in the middle of the two aisles in the back introduced me to something else new, the Buddy Booth.
In case you don't know, the Buddy Booth is a rectangle shaped window in the wall between two booths. The glass is opaque so nothing can be seen on the other side. Once you are in a booth and have dropped some tokens, you have the option to clear your side of the glass. If the person on the other side also clears the glass, you can see each other from about the stomach area down to just above the knees. No faces can be seen unless you bend down or squat to get your head at that level.
Keep in mind that before you clear your glass, you have no idea if the person on the other side has already cleared theirs. You could still be looking at nothing, or you could immediately be looking at some guy stroking his cock. Over the years, I've experienced both, and a little more.
While the Buddy Booths were interesting and could add to your horniness, the downside is there were no glory holes. I remember wondering if the booths were even large enough for two people. I would soon find out they were, but not by much.
I mentioned tokens and this was one of those places where twenty was the minimum purchase. One drawback to the arcades in those days was those damned tokens. Twenty tokens equal a lot of weight to be rattling around in your pocket. I usually wound up carrying them around in my hand and looking for a place to sit them while in a booth.
The first few times I visited were completely unremarkable. There weren't very many people in the arcade, and most of them were in the booths lining the walls, meaning there was probably no one next door if you were in a Buddy Booth. There was a little cruising going on from time to time, but you couldn't leave the door to your booth open or cracked to invite someone in. The movie wouldn't play unless the door usually jacked off and went home.
Finally, one night I went in, took a booth in the middle, dropped my tokens and my pants, cleared my side of the Buddy Booth screen and went to work stroking my cock. I sat down on the little bench that was a built-in part of the booth and propped my feet up on the wall on either side of the screen. This allowed me to stroke and gave me access to finger my ass.
I hadn't been there very long when suddenly the glass cleared. On the other side was a very hard and very nice-looking cut cock being stroked by the owner. I kept up what I was doing, and the other guy moved to position himself where he had a better view of me fingering my ass.
As this went on for a few minutes, it started to be pretty much of a turn on. I was oozing precum and using it to help my hand slide up and down my cock. The other guy was doing the same. Eventually, he started stroking faster. I wasn't sure how I was going to react, but I was pretty sure I was about to watch him cum.
He then turned so he was directly facing the screen on his side, only an inch or two away. A couple of strokes and he shot his load, all over his side of the screen. I admit that it was hot watching him splatter cum all over the screen.
What happened next was even hotter. He stood there for a second then dropped to his knees and started licking his cum from the screen.
This was all it took to send me over the edge, and I blew a big load all over my chest and stomach. Still squeezing cum from my cock, I scooped some up with my fingers and licked it off. I repeated this until it was all down my throat and, while I wasn't necessarily clean, I was clean enough for whatever was next.
