The brakes squealed slightly as the car pulled into the parking spot, and Finn snapped back to the present. He’d been lost in his thoughts, in his nervousness, and now they had arrived. His heart was beating faster than ever. He did his best to stay casual.
“You really ought to get those brakes checked,” he said.
“I’ll have Dad look at them this weekend,” Dani replied. “Listen… last chance to back out. Once we get in there, it’s… well, I mean, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, even then. If you get cold feet, we can turn right around and leave. I’m just saying, we can turn around now and drive right back home.”
Finn shook his head, but the shy smile and his lip-biting were probably enough to make clear to his sister that he was nervous as all hell. Nervous, but excited. Despite being almost eighteen years old, Finn didn’t look it. He was slender, with a runner’s build and a very boyish, pretty face.
“Nope. I want to.” He looked at Dani’s dubious expression. “It’s not like I haven’t sucked a dick before, Dani. This is just a little different. Scary. Exciting, super exciting. But scary.”
Dani shrugged. “I just want to make sure you’re really down for this before we go in.”
“You promised to bring me for my seventeenth birthday. Well, that was ten months ago. I’m ready.” He looked up at the dimly lit sign in front of the building almost a block away.
‘Adult Books – Novelties – Video Booths – 24 hours’
Finn liked girls. He wasn’t gay. But he also liked… well, not guys. He wasn’t necessarily attracted to guys romantically. But he was definitely attracted to them sexually.
Dani, his twenty-year-old sister, had found out totally by accident, over a year ago, after coming home from work early on a Saturday afternoon to find Finn on his knees in the living room, sucking a thick cock. And not just any thick cock. Mr. Sealy's, his track coach's cock.
Mr. Sealy, of course, had been scared out of his mind. Hooking up with a student was bad. Hooking up with a sixteen-year-old student was worse. Hooking up with a sixteen-year-old male student, in rural Kentucky, in 1989, could ruin his life.
Finn wasn’t scared, though, he was embarrassed. He knew his sister wouldn’t rat him out. He knew enough about her nocturnal activities, many from when she was as young as Finn and with men Mr. Sealy’s age, that he could hold that over her to keep her from telling their parents. But as it turned out, he hadn’t needed to worry about that. She just yelped, looked at them both with wide eyes and a shocked grin, and then apologized for intruding and rushed to her room.
About fifteen minutes later, Finn knocked on her door. He was embarrassed, yes, but he was going to face this right away. There was no use letting it become awkward.
“Okay, then, if you’re sure, let’s go in.”
Finn started back to reality again. This was what his brain did to him. Whenever he got nervous, he’d get lost in thoughts or memories. Great strategy for distance running in track; let his mind wander to whatever it was wandering to, and let his body do what it needed to do on autopilot. Not so great for nights like tonight.
“Fuck yes, let’s go in,” he replied, grinning.
Dani and Finn got out of the car and began walking down the block, arm in arm.
Getting caught by Dani was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. That afternoon, they sat in her room, and they talked. They’d always been pretty open with each other. Finn knew when Dani had started being sexually active (and had even sneaked around to watch once or twice). And Dani knew when Finn had lost his virginity three months prior with Johanna Henkel (a belated sixteenth birthday present from Johanna). But he’d never confided in her about his interest in men, and certainly never about Mr. Sealy.
That night, they shared more than either ever had. He confessed it all to her. That this had been his third time to suck Mr. Sealy’s cock. That the first time had been in the showers at school, after Finn had stayed late to run laps. He tried to explain to her that it wasn’t a dating thing, that he didn’t have any interest in men that way, that it was purely sexual desire.
Dani had understood. Far easier than he had expected her to, in fact. And Finn learned a lot of things about his sister that afternoon, as she made some confessions of her own. And the newfound level of openness had made them closer than ever.
Finn was once again startled out of his memory when Dani tugged his arm, turning down the sidewalk that ran between the adult bookstore and the bar next door. He looked at her curiously.
“We’re going around back,” she replied. “I don’t think I can get away with slipping you in the front. My friend Dom is going to let us in the back door. It leads right into the viewing booth area, we can go in and leave without worrying about too many people seeing us.”
As it turned out, Dani was way more active than he’d thought. He’d seen her with several different guys, including some older men near their father’s age. But she’d told him things that night after catching him with Mr. Sealy that shocked the hell out of him.
“I like to suck dick too,” she had said. “I do it every weekend. Usually about fifteen or twenty of them between Friday and Sunday.”
See, Dani had been going to the adult bookstore in the next town over since she turned eighteen. Finn hadn’t even known the place existed. He certainly hadn’t known about the things that went on there.
The store had gloryholes in the viewing booths. Dani had had to explain to him what a gloryhole was, and as she gave him detailed descriptions of what went down there, his mind whirled. It sounded way better than sucking off Mr. Sealy every month or two. He was enraptured.
“Take me there,” he’d said, cutting her off in the middle of a very hot description of what she and one of her boyfriends had done there one night. “I want to try it.”
“Fuck! I can’t take you to an adult bookstore, perv, you’re only sixteen!”
“I can pass. Shit, Dani, you’re five foot nothing, flat chested, and look like a kid. If you can get in, they’ll let me in!”
She had punched him in the shoulder, hard, for that comment. But she’d been grinning.
“They’re B’s, you little fucker. And I have an ID that proves I’m over eighteen.”
At which point Finn pulled out his wallet and dug out his fake ID.
“Rodney Christmas?” She laughed as she read the name. But she had admitted, it looked legit. That was because technically it was. Rodney Christmas was a college guy that had taught the drum line in the marching band last year before Finn had quit to focus on track. Rodney was also a stoner, a bit of a drunk, and made extra money by renting out his birth certificate, social security card, and most recent phone bill to high schoolers who wanted fake IDs. That’s all it took in rural Kentucky in the 1980s. There were probably three or four dozen Rodney Christmases within a hundred-mile radius.
Dani didn’t say yes, though. Not then. It took over a month of him pestering her before she finally agreed that she’d take him for his seventeenth birthday.
Finn took a deep breath as they turned into the alley and approached the back door with its single light shining down from above it. Dani noticed, and paused.
“Okay, little brother, this the last last chance. Or at least the last chance to back out without having to step inside and be embarrassed.”
“Fuck you,” he said, grinning. “If I don’t get some dick tonight, I’ll probably explode.”
Dani laughed and stepped up to the door. She knocked, the old “shave and a haircut”, and received the “two bits” in return. Then the door opened, and a scraggly man who looked to be in his late forties, wearing a black tank top, a mohawk, and leather pants smiled out at them. This must be Dom.
The man held out his hand, and Dani started fishing in her purse.
“Not you, sugar, I’ve seen yours before.”
Only then did Finn realize the man wanted to see his ID. Which he’d never used before, despite having had it for almost two years. He pulled it out and handed it to the man, who looked at it and grinned.
“You wouldn’t believe how many twenty-three-year-old Rodney Christmases I’ve met lately. Name’s more common than John Smith.” He winked and stood aside to let them in.
They entered the dimly lit back room, more of a hallway, and started walking toward the other end. Dani put out a hand to halt Finn as she stepped forward and looked out into the wider but still dim open area beyond.
“Just checking. I don’t see anyone out there I know. Come on, F… Rodney.” She giggled.
She led him into the viewing booth area. Finn really hadn’t known what to expect, although she’d described it to him. The room was actually fairly large, with four rows of four booths each. There was a light above each booth. Some of them were off, some were on. Dani led him to the farthest booth with the light off, opened the door, and pulled him inside.
The booth was cramped. Maybe half again the size of a phone booth. There was a small television screen set into one wall, with three buttons beneath. A left arrow, a big round button that said “Mute”, and a right arrow. Beneath that was a bill slot.
“Okay, Bubby, here’s how this works,” Dani said in a soft voice. “First off, flip that switch by the door.” He did. “That turns the light on to show the booth is occupied. Next, put five bucks into the slot there.” She’d mentioned this part before, so he had made sure to bring some cash. He ran the five-dollar bill into the receiver, and the TV screen flickered on. On screen was a porn movie, and the volume kicked on loud. Dani slapped the mute button.
“Okay. So. If you want, you can just sit here and watch porn. Either way, the TV has to be on and paid for while we’re in here, or they’ll come kick us out. If you want to do that, I’ll go into one of the other booths and do my thing. But if you’re sure…”
“For fuck’s sake, Dani, I’m sure!”
“Okay! Fine! So if you’re sure, then I’ll stay here and show you what to do. Did you see that the light was on in the booth next to this one?” Finn nodded. “Okay. So, watch what I do. Because you’re going to be doing it next.”
Dani reached down to a spot on the booth wall about two and a half feet off the floor, and for the first time, Finn noticed a little knob. She slid the knob sideways, opening up a hole in the wall, though it was still blocked on the other side. The partition between the two booths lit up white. It was heavily frosted. They waited a few moments, and then there was the snick sound of the slot being opened on the other side, and the partition changed from white light to pink.
Dani extended her two middle fingers through the open slot and then pulled them back out. There was a rustling sound on the other side, and then another finger was poked through from that direction.
Only it wasn’t a finger. It was a cock. Semi-flaccid, and not all that big. Dani looked at Finn and winked, and then slowly dropped to her knees, one hand gently grasping that cock.
Finn watched, enraptured, as the cock hardened quickly in Dani’s hand, growing, until about four inches poked into their booth. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the tip of it, like a snake, and it twitched in her hand. Then she took the head between her lips and started sucking.
