Probing the Glory Hole

An article...a thought...a blog...... There I was in New York City waiting for my ferry to Staten Island. With time on my hands instead of my hands on my cock. What to do...what to do???? Simple! A trip down memory (mamary) lane. The Prozac hadn't kicked in yet and I was feeling horny. My Booblemeisters had admonished me to talk or rather write about human sex rather then the mating habits of chimps or the tongue length of giraffes. Unreasonable cretins that they are I relented and decided to return to my all time favorite activity-masturbation. It would be like the Animal Planet's Face Off. A battle between the old way to wank and the new. Would I jerk off at a porno shops vending booth or race home and ply my penis with hand friction while i visied porno sites and or vod. For this blog I opted for the old (I'm too old to do both in the same day). I went to my favorite x-rated emporium on 14th street and 3rd ave. The deal is that you get a private booth that is about three foot by four foot and slip a dollar into the machine. Not unlike slipping money into a vagina. Vaginas take hundred dollar bills in multiples of ten though...You can pick among 15 films that run 90 seconds.each. In some of the booths there are glory holes to slip your cock through Like at a MacDonalds. This permits customer participation so that you can either suck or be the suckee. For me the test was that I didn't want to spend more then two dollars and that required high concentration since I had a total of three minutes to pop before I pooped. Eureka! I did it. Next blog I will compare the price and efficiency of the old versus using my computer.