Heathens Highway

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Peep Shows

09 November 2005 by dwb

I went to LA over the weekend to meet up with Third World Media regarding some internet projects and found myself in a peep show booth on my last night at 12am somewhere in Hollywood.

I had a small argument with my traveling partner and went out for a drive. A peep show found me.

So here I am in this stroke booth, watching some great POV Latin scene, pants around my ankles but not on the ground because I don’t want some other dudes cum on my jeans, cock is in hand, and I’m jacking it like my life depended on it.

It was perfect timing when I blew my load because the POV guy shot his at the same time. Yet another reason I love POV videos. I can be that dude. I love it! Simple but brilliant concept. Big thanks to whoever came up with this.

I’m now dressed and back in the mini van rental where I start thinking about a trip to New Jersey with one of my buddies. We went out drinking and, well, he drank and I watched because one of us had to drive. So this guy gets shit faced drunk and while we are on the way back to the hotel we spot a peep show and he wants to stop. We go in, he goes off to do his thing in a booth.

10 minutes later I heard someone fall and make a lot noise. I’m up front with the clerk and it was loud so we both head to the back to see what was going on. Inside my gut I knew it was my friend, but I had to see for myself.

Low and behold we go to the booth (the kind with no door) to find my friend PASSED OUT COLD with his pants around his ankles laying on the floor. A peep show booth floor. Guys… you know what I mean when I say that is the last place on earth you want to fall down. The clerk asks if he was my friend and like a fool I say yes so he kicks us out and threatens to call the police. Not only did I have to pick his sorry ass up off the floor, I had to pull his pants up and take his cum covered body to the car. Un-fucking-real.

It was one of the worst nights in the history of bad nights. In retrospect I should have left his drunk ass for the cops.

I later somewhat got him back when I vomited about 10 times in his new car from mixing my liquors, but that is another story saved for another time. And for the record, we have officially voted that the worst job on the planet is the guy who mops the cum covered floors of these filthy places.

You know you have hit rock bottom when your cleaning up another mans spunk for a living. If that is what you do for a living, you need to aim a little higher. Your job sucks. I’d still kick it with ya, but you have the worst job in the world.

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