Being old and queer is no fun. I just went out to get some fried chicken and I drove past the same adult bookstore and theatre where my boyfriend and I used to hang out 25 years ago. We would love to hit the place around 10 pm on Saturday nights and s*** c**** until 2 or 3 in the morning. I would be in a booth working on a guys c*** through the glory hole and he would stand at the door and be all smiles. I would say to him, you have to taste this c*** baby and he would come in and s*** it for awhile. Other times I would look through the crack in the door and see him getting fucked by a b******** c***. One time we both met in the corridor outside the booths and he was mumbling and he showed me that he had a big mouth full of c** and I told him to swallow it. I said swallow it, its good for you! From that night on he got addicted to c** just like me. Now he lives far away with his partner and I am old and tired out. I go to bed most nights at 10 and those fun nights at the bookstore are only memories now, but they are good memories!