Upon finally realizing my bisexuality I binged the holes for the last couple of years of the 70s. Almost exclusively at an ABS in my hometown in the California Central Valley. Each booth ran a couple of 8mm loops, the flicker of the projectors set a great atmosphere
So, to the chase. It was Thursday evening, I had found that to be the best time to cruise the backroom and booths of Adultworld. And tonight was very busy, as usual, but while there was a lot of eye fucking in the hall and waving of dicks on the other side of the holes, no one wanted to seal the deal and stick it through.
Finally I found him, an older fellow, well dressed (slacks and button up shirt), lots of gray. I'd blown his type many times, so many I'd quickly lost count.
We brushed against each other in the hall and both of us nodded to the other. I made my way towards a booth I knew to have a hole, making sure to sway my hips a bit. I turned my head just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye.
He was following.
But instead of going into the adjacent booth he stepped into mine. Not my first time sharing, but usually I'd start through the hole and we'd "get to know one another" before we joined up on the same side, and that was rare. But I'd been cruising for nearly an hour without getting a cock. Not the time to be picky about my customs.
He closed the door and I heard the lock snap. He turned to me and pushed me against the partition. In a flash he was kneeling and had my jeans open allowing my instantly hard cock to spring free. No underwear was a help.
Whaaa? I'm the cocksucker I thought... In one smooth motion he swallowed me to the hilt. I'm not big, not even 5 inches when hard as blue steel, and he buried his nose in my pubic bush, his mouth and throat working magic on my shaft and cock head.
In just a few minutes my knees were weakening and then my balls boiled and I filled him (I was 19 or 20, and very productive!). Several molten hot jets of cum straight down his throat.
It was such a slam bam, I mean yes that was kind of modus operand in the holes. But I was usually the one on his knees! I was still catching my breath and steadying myself when he slurped the goo from head of my cock, stood up, and with a quick smile over his shoulder, left the booth.
A very memorable if brief encounter. His profile as he turned burned into my brain. I didn't ever see him at the holes again. But...
Fast forward roughly a year and my new girl friend (and eventual first wife) took me to her grandfathers business to help me get a job. Well, even before she introduced me, from across the small outer office I saw his profile.
Holy fucking ******* yes indeed, I had been sucked off by her grandfather.
While he and I both played it cool (it was obvious by his frozen half-smile, he remembered me too), I didn't get the job and the few times I saw him at subsequent family gatherings, we usually stayed at opposite ends of the room. He's long gone, but I still remember him as grandpa magic mouth.