I often mention that my record of loads taken in one day is 17. That happened at an ABS in Manhattan, near Penn Station. I used to love to go there when I lived here -- it was the only place where you could get actual "trade" -- mostly commuters catching trains to go to Long Island or New Jersey, plus the cheap "Bolt Bus" tourist traps emptied themselves out right in front of the ABS entrance.
I went back there the first thing when I got into the city on Tuesday, only to find that the place is even better situated for cruising. Used to be, there were these "buddy booth" windows that were left cracked open about half an inch, and the guy would stick his cock through there. The "buddy booth" cracks are still there, but they have also put in real-life gloryholes beside them. Perfect! The cracks in the windows were sometimes too thin for the really big dicks, and too low for the really tall guys.
Problem is, I had forgotten how viciously competitive everybody is in NYC, all the time. Competitive over a place in line at McDonald's. Competitive over who gets to be first to go out of the elevator door. And so on. The way this place is set up, there are a grand total of 8 "interesting" booths to go into (booths with a gloryhole). And there are a grand total of 8 queens standing in front of each open door, one foot in, one foot out. Some of them have already slung their coats and backpacks on the chairbacks inside the booth.
So: total impasse. None of these queens want one another. The trade that comes in can't get into a booth without forcing one of the queens to give up "her" spot (I saw several guys come in, check out the scene, then leave), and so nobody is getting anything from anybody.
Very annoying.
I did manage to suck two ugly guys that none of the queens wanted: one gray-haired Lou Grant type, and an older Arab guy with a jeri-curl who looked kind of like Gadafi. That was Tuesday. Got nothing at all yesterday. Hoping to get something today.
Yargh.
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