The old NYC Times Square style Peep booths?  As a young man, it was my "gateway drug" so to speak to become a monger.

You used to buy tokens, take them to this little room that smelled like bleach, close the door, insert the tokens and a plastic window would go up for a period of time and you could look in at a stage ringed by such booths upon which were about 6 - 10 naked girls just hanging out.

One would come over to you and for a few bucks tip you could grab a tit, or feel up her pussy.  It was frowned upon by management, but for a larger tip, they'd reach into the both and give you a HJ.  The window wasn't very big so it wasn't easy to do and they got yelled at to stop if seen reaching in.

The place smelled like bleach because I'm sure most guys just busted their nut right on the floor.  There was a guy with a stinky mop bucket who would mop out every booth as soon as you left.  Looking back, it was kinda disgusting, definitely unsanitary and probably filled with trafficked women.  But what did I know, I was a kid.  You wouldn't catch me anywhere near a place like that now, if they even still exist.  But back then, it was like entering a strange new candy store.

I was fascinated by the way they pushed back against my hand when I rubbed in the right places and was surprised as hell the first time one gal (faked it or really had an O).  I know it's the first time I ever saw live naked women and began my love affair with the quest to make women orgasm.  (I learned a lot of how to touch a woman there before I ever saw a provider or slept with anyone for free).  In fact, I eventually convinced one to meet me after she got off work (for a fee of course) and meet me in a local hotel to pop my cherry and have "real sex" for the first time.  I was 19 and that was almost three decades ago.

When I was about that age, just turned 18, I was starting my first year of college part-time, working production at a local TV studio, and living with a Cherokee woman who had moved North after leaving a reservation in Oklahoma. I was in romantic love... Was going to say for the first time, but would have to say it was the first time love was reciprocal. She taught me a lot, and the relationship lasted through the first couple years of that period of time, through doing what I had to do to avoid the draft, and getting very much into the anti-war movement, the Civil Rights movement, and spending my free time in coffeehouses, listening to folk music... Everything except the contraband. That came later.

As a couple I can't remember ever having an argument, although we talked incessantly. The relationship ended because I grew away from her in the academic world. College girls suddenly became more fascinating, more in tune with the things that had come to consume my life. That was very sad. Looking back, I wish she had just dumped ME and moved away. That's more the way it was with most young guys who were making their own way for the first time.

It's funny how after all these years, I look back to that other world and wonder what my life would have been if we'd stayed together. Not as rich, not as exciting...but...I just wonder about that sometimes.

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I loathed and detested NYC--headed to rural areas of New England whenever I could.
Deprived

and I certainly wouldn't remember the live sex shows between reels at the old porno palaces on 42nd St. You old guys are so Stone Age

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That was also when streetwalkers were rampant in Midtown and they were fine looking women, not like the skanks today.

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You'll have visited a bunch of chicas in Costa Rica and toured the world mongering.  

I'll tell you all about it son.

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...and I don't miss it at all. Internet saved the day. Times Square in general circa the 70s I do miss however.

No equivalent today for a live girl getting groped by a young man's sweaty hand or said girl jacking him off through a 1 foot by 1 foot plastic guillotine type window while other perverts watch from across the other side of the stage through their own little windows.  Webcams are to peep booths as a tricycle is to a BMX bike.  As for spooging on your own carpet, ew, nasty.  Take that shit to someplace you don't live (with linoleum floors).  Video peep booths are maybe similar, but never saw the point of those.  That's just jacking off to a porn video, no interaction involved.  The other sort of peep booth with a performer behind a glass window where your tokens raised a curtain so you could see her, and a telephone intercom so you could both talk was better than the videos.  It was like you were both in prison with a glass wall between you and a phone.  Donation through the slot and she'd get naked and play with herself, kinda a mutual masterbation thing.  THAT is the equivalent of today's webcams.

Dude, you are blessed to have that as your experience instead of what I had.  I probably would have had a more normal sex life my entire life if I hadn't gone that way to start.  To this day, bridging the gap with a civvie from friend to fuck buddy/lover is the one thing I suck at.  Without that expectation of, this is what we are here for, let's get busy, I rarely ever got laid.  Even my SO was a friend for years before we kinda just fell into it together.

I'm ancient enough to remember those stinking dens of iniquity.   A cheap--make that VERY cheap--thrill and hopefully you didn't have a telltale stain on your trousers as you walked out. The women were mostly 5s and 6s but every once in a while an 8 would show up and you would think you'd gone to Heaven.   And for God's sake make sure you check the seat before you sit.

So much "better" since they "cleaned" NC up.

Yes I do. The World theater and especially the Melody at 47th street with all the bacala you could eat during Mardis Gras.

i remember.  the playpen was my favorite.  show palace was good too.   im kind of disgusted when i think back and remember all of the places where i put my finger in those boothes.    it was the last stop before going home after a long night of boozing.  i lived near that area when i was 22.   i loved seeing the trannie hookers on the corner when i would go to work early in the morning.