Adventure in the City Part 3



I still hadn't caught up with my buddies and several hours passed
as I wondered the nighttime city streets. I passed a brightly lit
doughnut shop that smelled of fresh brewed coffee. There were
also loud bars full of smoke and drinks.

At two o'clock the bars started closing and most shops were
turning out their lights. I figured I should walk the Greyhound
Bus Station to get a ride back out the country, but that meant
making the hike across town on foot. No city busses were
running.

By the time I was a quarter of the way through town it started to
rain. What began as a trickle soon became a downpour.

I started to run, and then saw a shop that was still open. The
display windows were bright, with popular magazines on display.
The humming neon light in the display window cast a red glow on
the darkened streets. It read: "Sex, Sex, Sex."

I ducked in the store to keep from getting soaked any more than I
already was. The place smelled of air freshener and cigar smoke.
A grey-haired black man behind the counter, with half a cigar
between his teeth quickly looked me over, "May I help you, sir?"

His voice was thick with a West Indian accent.

"No. It's cool. I'm just ducking out of the rain."

I shifted on my feet as the man continued to leer at me, "Well
you can't duck in here..."

"Why not?"

"Because this is an establishment. We're here to make money. We
aren't a shelter for the homeless."

I bit my lip. My face grew red with anger. I felt like cussing
the old nigger out. I glared at him as I stalked to the door.

His eyes continued to follow me as he chomped on his cigar, "You
gotta buy some tokens if you want to stay here. You gotta go into
the back and watch a movie."

By this time I was standing by the glass door and could hear the
torrent of rain pounding the sidewalk. I didn't want to go out
into that.

"How much for the tokens?"

"You gotta buy five dollars worth. This is a business."

I pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill and slapped it on the
counter. The gray-haired man pushed a lever on a metal token
dispenser five times, as shiny aluminum coins piled into his
palm.

"Okay." He slapped the tower of coins down on the counter. "You
can go to the back room and enjoy yourself."

I brushed past the string of beads that covered the archway
leading to the back.

It was dark, except for the dull glow of low lights in the
display case outside of each booth. Most of signs read something
like this: "Preview Movie 25 cents a Token"

The backroom smelled of cigarette smoke, urine and cum.

(continued...)


Afterward:

I shot in a straight male's face by accident once. He was my
roomate and he was asleep on the sofa. He was so hot I just had
to jack while watching him. I was hoping he wouldn't wake up. But
then I busted my nutt and it shot all over his face.