Starting over in a new city is hard. The job is great but my sex life is shit. I had a lot of friends in my last city and could always find someone for a blow job, greasy hand job or the occasional butt sex. But I've only been here a few weeks and I haven't found a regular guy yet.
Yeah, I've tried the apps and I've had a few hookups but nothing solid. Nobody I feel like getting together with again. I'm thinking I need to skip the apps and meet someone in person.
I took a new route home from the job site the other day and I noticed a "XXX Video Store" along the way. I remember those places from way back, and they were a lot of fun. I'd show up with a buzz and a handful of quarters. After I found a booth it didn't take long before someone would be rattling the door handle.
But I haven't been to one of those places in years, not since smartphones and apps took over the world. I don't know how much they have changed or what to expect and being a little older I'm partial to being comfortable. I'm not sure I want to be shoved up against the wall of a booth with my pants around my knees and my ass against the cold wall. But here I am driving downtown on a Monday night.
I pull in and park and I'm surprised that I'm not nervous or self-conscious. That's probably a combination of knowing what I want and not knowing anyone in this town.
I walk in and, surprise, there's a woman working. I only remember skeezy guys working in these places. Most of them looked like it was their first job out of prison. Anyway, I ask her "So what's the deal with the video booths?"
"They're in the back, it's $5 for ten minutes. How many fives do you need?"
"Four," and I give her a twenty.
At the back of the shop I see a doorway with a curtain so I head that way. I pass the magazines and the videos for sale. There's a few guys checking them out. I see a male couple looking at the gay magazines, you never used to see that in the old days. Back then, guys pretended they weren't looking at the gay magazines at all, much less with another guy.
But passing through the curtain I see it's still 1996 in the back. The same long dark hallway, the same row of doors with red lights over them, the same display case of videos mounted on the wall. Two guys are standing in front of the display pretending they are trying to decide which video to watch. I walk over, "So, what's good here?"
One guy, who looks a little older, just keeps his eyes on the display and doesn't say anything. But the other, a younger, good looking guy, looks me in the eye, says "Oh, everything".
I kinda lean in a little, pretending I need to get a better look at the videos, "Really, that's hot. How's this work anyway?" "It's real nice," he says, "you grab a booth, put your money in the slot and pick out a video. The seats are clean and there's kleenex for when you're done."
