Hayley slowly allowed her eyes to close as she enjoyed the feeling, and her mind also drifted off into another erotic fantasy. Who would be first to d...vour her willing body as a free lady was the dilemma for her, as she had a few regular friends but all very conventional, quick fuck then off to the pub sorts. She wanted something more interesting, the idea of an older well used cock was foremost as her fingers eventually parted her lips and started to strum the walls of the vagina. She longed. Something that was totally alien to my normal character. I chose a booth and stepped in. There was no chair. Just a trash can. I put some tokens in and picked a video of a blonde blowing a guy who was hung like a horse. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal and average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this wasn't his first time. He looked me in the eye and. Look at me," Steve barked. I looked up at him, his dick buried in my mouth. "You want to taste my load. You want me to feed you some breakfast?" Yes sir. Cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. I did. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load and let me suck it down."Stick your tongue out and open wide boy," Steve commended.I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his promise. Steve. Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding.