Gotta pay the A-rab feller first

“Ooooooh, I see that!” Buck said when he was close enough to the garage to see the man in the front of the line. The portly sailor with dusky skin — Portuguese, Buck guessed — got his pants undone, and he be humping the garage door.
Actually, he be humping a hole in the garage door.
“What’ssssh going on?” Jeb asked. He sounded very drunk, which made Buck chuckle.
“This is called a gloryhole. I ain’t seen one in Anchorage before,” Buck said with a smirk. He and Jeb got in the back of the line. “It’s fun, you’ll like it. I guess you never got ya rocks off like that.”
“Whaaaat?” Jeb frowned.
“Inside that garage is a girl. Blonde most likely,” Buck said with a knowing grin — he savvied perfectly well that there ain’t no female in there of any kind. “She on her knees suckin’ the dick of any man who stick it in the hole. Gotta pay the A-rab feller first. I dunno how much.”
From Jeb the Farmboy