A Journey to the Adult Store: First Encounters

I was scared shi.less as I parked, and walked to the entrance. So many cars going by on the interstate. Would bad luck get me seen as I went into the Adult World? I glanced around as I entered the store. I knew the booths were to my left from a chat I had online with this guy. I headed that way, past racks of videos. I didn't make eye contact with any of the guys browsing the racks, and just hurried to the darkened room that held the boothd. I stopped to let my eyes get adjusted, then went thru the maze of aisles with the little rooms. I entered one, saw the glory hole in the wall,, beckoning me beside the video monitor. I locked the door, and put a five into the money slot, sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief. I scanned the video selection, and chose a gay film. A lot sooner than I had expected, a finger came thru the hole, wiggling to solicit my cock. But I was there, finally, after years of fantasizing, to suck a cock. The finger disappeared, then a little later, another. I ignored it, feeding the money slot another five to keep the video going. Finally, I heard the door of the booth beside mine close and lock. An eyeball appeared at the hole, giving me a look-over. I heard his video start up, and soon a beautiful hard cocktail poked thru the gloryhole. I went to my knees, and examined it in the light of my movie screen. It looked good, clean. I smelled it as I stroked it. It smelled and looked healthy. I took his chickpeas in, moaning as my desire was now coming true. I sucked him halfway, then began bobbing up and down the shift. I felt his clock thicken, and felt with my tongue the veins filling up. I sped up my oral ministrations. And I was quickly rewarded with a gallon of salty sweet nectar blasting into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, hoping to not lose a drop of this wonderful young man's cum. When I felt his flow stop, I took his cick out, kicking the shift, cleaning him up. The cock pulled back, and I sat down on the chair, feeling completely satisfied. I put another five in, keeping the movie going. An eyeball appeared, then I heard my neighbor say, thanks brother, that was nice. Then I heard his door open, and I was left alone. So I finally did it! Almost 60, a closeted bisexuality all my life, with only brief encounters all my life. I heard the door next to me close, and another eyeball at the hole. Want another? I nodded and said yes. I got back on my knees...here it comes!