One man's cock was in the boy's mouth, the other man's cock buried in the boy's ass. In the corner, on a small mahogany table, stood a bronze sculpture of two men and a boy. Eventually I found myself in a second room, off the main room, and suddenly realized that all the shelves were filled with gay porn - books, magazines and videos. I perused the shelves full of screenplays and books on directors, drifting aimlessly. I trod up the stairs to the second-floor shop huffing and puffing. I wore no underwear, and I was enjoying the sensation of my loose shorts against my cock as I pedalled.Īt long last I arrived at my destination, the film bookstore. Soon both my tank top and my shorts were sticking to me. It was a hot summer day and I bicycled downtown, slowly because of the humidity, yet I still managed to break into a sweat.
