Given that the window afforded a pretty decent view, you would wonder why Fred would take the chance — but experience had proven to him that it was safe; the window was positioned such that — if you were standing — all you could see was the other guy’s midsection and maybe what he was watching on the screen. You had to either sit or hunker down to get a view of the other guy’s face — and that was a sign of desperation, more or less; usually, the ones who did that wanted you to unlock the door so they could come in and suck you off … In any case, anonymity was a button-push away.
Fred hit the button to clear the window — and nothing happened, which wasn’t surprising; either the guy next door wasn’t interested or the feature was broken. Fred flicked channels and jacked his meat, unconcerned. Somebody tried the door, but the latch held, so Fred resumed jacking off. Twinks didn’t interest him, but hunkier, muscle-bound types did — and so did transvestites. Fred had just settled on a flick where two guys were sandwiching a TV when the Buddy Window to Fourteen cleared.
It was some white dude in a suit — older, probably. The dude was only half-hard when he cleared the window, but he firmed up fairly quickly to something thick, but only in the neighborhood of five inches. Fred grinned to himself; the dude was probably married, and in the unlikely event Fred could find his wife, she’d be easy pickings — or at least, that was the fantasy…
They jacked off and watched each other and played the other game you played in a Buddy Booth — finding the most lurid gay flick in the whole selection to put on-screen as an indication that you were there for serious business — until Fred’s dollar ran out. He put another buck in the slot, but the suit was gone when he got everything going again — or maybe he had seen enough…
Fred burned that dollar waiting for someone to do the buddy thing, but it didn’t happen, so when he’d fed his third buck into the slot, he moved to the gloryhole and slid the plate aside.
Whoever had undone the patch had left one pop-rivet as well as the screw; that kept the plate on the other side properly positioned, too, and allowed them to move as a unit, uncovering both sides of the hole. The next thing on the agenda was a quick look to see if the other booth was occupied. It wasn’t, right away, but Fred knew that guys patrolled the booths looking for this; someone would show up.
Someone did in a couple of minutes, and the dance began to see who would get what; you looked, but tried not to get caught looking, because that was an indication that you wanted to suck … This went fairly quickly, though, and the other guy stuck his finger through the hole, inviting Fred to feed his cock through.
"Ahhh," Fred groaned as a warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock. This was the thing … It would have been nice to be able to grab whoever it was by the head and control things, but you gave that up for the anonymity; the person on the other side might know your dick, but he didn’t know your face. Early on, there had been a thing about being able to fantasize that the persons sucking him was female, but that had gone away; Fred knew his cocksucker was male, and it didn’t bother him. That whole thing had been denial, anyway — the truth was that knowing his cocksucker was male added a little something…
The suck only lasted for a minute and a half or so, and then the guy backed off --which was a pain in the ass. Fred stood there a second, hoping something else was up, but nothing happened, so he pulled out and hunkered down to take a look.
The other guy was jacking his meat, very close to the hole; Fred knew what this meant — the guy wanted equal time. Shit. The problem with equal time in these things was that it wasn’t — it only lasted until one of you got off, then the dude who made it packed up his tent and left the other dude hanging with a hard dick and a mouthful of jizz. Fred had done it himself, on occasion, but — especially when he ended up on the short end — he wondered why guys weren’t fair about it. In the back of his head, though, he knew; sucking a cock put you below the guy you were sucking, and taking a mouthful of jizz kept you there. If you could walk away having dumped a load in the other guy’s mouth, that made you top dog, whether you blew HIM or not — why would you want to give that minor victory up and put yourself at or below his level? This was all part of the game that made cock sucking taboo in the first place — it was just a little deeper in … A lot of dudes that probably would have liked to get some back didn’t even bother after taking the bottom end; they knew their place. Fred knew all about it, because just getting blown wasn’t the whole other thing to him…
Fred stepped up to the plate, sticking his finger through the hole in invitation, and the guy’s cock came through — five inches, thick, upward-curving with a serious foreskin almost covering the tip, despite the fact that it was firm and erect. Dude was probably Latino — they ran stubby, in Fred’s limited experience. The thought went through his head that maybe he ought to be checking out Chicanas … Fred skinned back the foreskin and sucked him in.
The downside of working through a hole made itself known to Fred right away — not that he wasn’t already aware of it. If the guy was short-dicked, you ended up with your face smashed against the panel, trying to work him. As for the sucking itself, well, this was the second part of the other thing; Fred didn’t like to admit it to himself, but he didn’t mind sucking dick … Actually, it went a good deal beyond that, but Fred wasn’t up for going that far with his self-honesty. Basically, he just cleared his mind and sucked, pulling his still-stiff meat and ignoring the fact that by clearing his mind, he was opening it up to the pleasure he got from the act…
The guy was quick — or maybe Fred lost track of time; anyway, suddenly, the fucker got seriously hard and Fred backed off and started jacking just as he started shooting jizz all over the place. Yeah, the fucker was probably a spick — they came in buckets — probably how they got those huge families. Having turned to get out of the way, Fred flicked a glance at the Buddy Window and froze — it was transparent! The suit was back, watching and jacking himself off to beat the band! Shit! He could see Fred’s face! Fred lurched up and smacked the button, rendering the window opaque. Dammit!
Fred went ahead and milked the little spick fucker out and even sucked him a bit more to add to his fun — and sure enough, when he withdrew, the bastard was all about getting his pants up and his belt buckled, leaving Fred with a hard on and the taste of cum in his mouth.
But the booth didn’t stay vacant more than thirty seconds; there was motion in there immediately and Fred heard the door close and the lock button click, so he stood and started beating his meat, stiffening it up and trying to set himself up to be the top end of this encounter. It seemed to work; the guy stuck a finger through pretty quickly; Fred stuck his dick through and was immediately rewarded. This guy knew what he was doing — he seemed to have just the right combination of spit and tongue and he knew that you wanted in and out, not just licked…
But again, it didn’t last. The owner of the hot, wet mouth withdrew after a couple of minutes, and when Fred backed off, a cock came through right behind him — a familiar cock, too! It was the suit, no doubt about it — there was something unique about the thing that Fred couldn’t describe, but that made it easy to identify. Fred grunted; this would be one dude that he couldn’t bullshit with the idea that he didn’t suck…