L.if.E (BoyxBoy)

Rebellion - Part 2

So what did Saturday bring?

Well a sizeable deficit in my budget after deciding to splash out on a new Ben Sherman shirt, well they were fashionable then; honest, and an even bigger deficit in my feelings of self-worth.

I had caught the bus into town and after deliberating for many minutes on whether to break the bank and purchase a real nice shirt I had seen, I took the plunge and parted with my hard-earned 'Paper Round' money.  I had seen the shirt in the window of “Goodes”, a shop that had been there for decades but had recently had to update its stock to remain in business.  It was a shame that that was the only thing they had updated, as the frontage of the shop still looked like something out of the 1800's with its large black hoarding and copperplate gold lettering stating 'Goodes - Gentleman’s Outfitter and Hosiery’.  I have yet to discover what a gentleman’s hosiery is, but at nearly seventeen at the time, my imagination ran away with me and concocted some pretty weird suggestions.

So there I was, a man about town - well boy, clutching my new purchase and deciding that I would pop into the department store, a place I couldn't afford to buy anything in, except a box of matches maybe, use their toilets to swap the shirt I was wearing with my nice new one.

I entered the men’s toilet and pushed open the inner door, just in time to see a couple of youths scurry apart from the centre of the urinal to the outer edges.  I actually must have been in a daze because it never dawned on me what they might have been doing, as I was more interested in using the cubicle to un-wrap my Ben Sherman and swap it with my bargain basement one that I was currently wearing.

The toilets within the store were actually very smart and consisted of three full height cubicles to the right side of the room as you entered, with marble effect dividing walls, though these were actually chipboard, and a single trough style urinal running along the left wall.  Two wash basins and roller towels were situated at the far end of the room by the frosted glass windows.  All the walls were styled in a checkerboard effect of black and white tiles and the whole room was clean and airy but with the usual smell of bleach and lemon urinal disinfectant blocks.

I ignored the youths, even when one grunted some sort of greeting to me, and turned into the middle cubicle as its door was already open and therefore I didn’t have to second guess if it was occupied or not.  

I closed and locked the full height door behind me, slipped off my shirt and hung it on the clothes hook on the back of the door.  I then started to unpack my new shirt, but in my haste, dropped the packet and thanking God that the floor was clean, especially for a man’s toilet, bent down to pick it up.  As I did so I suddenly realised that there was a hole the size of a tennis ball in the side of the dividing wall and even more bizarre was an eye up against the hole peering across at me.  This was the first time that I ever came across, what I later found out was, a 'Glory Hole' and I was expected to show my interest by waving my manhood around by it, preferably in a state of arousal.

However, it was the first time I had ever seen such a thing and shrieked at the sight of the eye following my every move, just like some weird painting in a haunted house within a cheap horror movie.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," said a voice behind the dividing wall, "I dropped some money and was looking through the hole to see if any had gone into your cubicle"

To this day I don't know why I responded like I did, because even in my naivety I knew he wasn't looking for lost money.

"Oh," I said, "I don’t think there's any in here, probably some has rolled outside by the guys out there."

The guys by the urinal must have been listening to this with some amusement, because one laughed and then said there was no money out by them, but if I needed a hand to look they could help.