Peeps #1

He steps into the small, dark booth. Sends the bolt home with a neat click.

Feeding a five into the slot his blood rises in anticipation.

The video begins. Two men, one on either end of a skinny blond in fishnets and heels. She swallows one as the other grunts into her pussy. The action rapid, music banging the beat.

A quad of scenes plays on a smaller screen to the right. he presses a knuckle to button 1. The scene on the big screen changes.

Two clothed girls kissing each other, tongues out. One has her hand up the others’ skirt.

He knuckles another button.

Two men fucking two women from behind. The women kissing each other, the men laughing.

He undoes his pants, untangles a large engorged cock. Legs apart to keep his pants around his hips. As always, he eschews the plastic seat behind him. no idea what might be left there.

Stroking himself. Eyes flitting between the screens.

The quads change scenes every sixty seconds. 100 channels of carnal bliss.

Something for everyone.

Occasionally he checks the countdown. Presses a button to move a scene from the small to the large.

Now two women lick, suck, kiss, and swallow a large prick that seems attached to no one. A man is grunting. On screen the pecker bursts forth a large amount of money shot.

The countdown flashes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 … and he is in darkness. The screens stilled.

He fishes in his pocket, comes up with a wad of twenties. Frustrated, he shoves himself back into his pants, pulls up his fly, buckles the belt. 

He pulls the bolt back, exists, looking for the counterman who has just stepped into the john.

Disgusted with himself, he walks briskly out. Heads to the subway station, late for his next meeting.