I turn in his arms and face him. I look directly into his eyes. The question is still there. Louder now than on the stairs. But he won’t say it. I ...ean into him and feel the fullness of him press into me. His arms are once again strong around me. I lean in and very softly exhale…near his neck …but it sounds like ‘yes’. He shifts a tiny bit and looks down at me. The very hint of a smile. His mouth is on me. Warm, wet. Unhurried. The music is building, the song is almost over. He takes my hand. He stayed behind William until it looked like he was close to his home and then he quickly caught up and in a loud voice said, "Mr Ray?"William turned to look at this tough little nut in front of him a quizzical look on his face."Ryan Grainger," said Ryan, "you used to teach me at Meadowhill." Ah yes, troublesome Ryan. I remember you," said William. "How are you?" Fine Mr Ray, but I still don't have a job. You're still at Meadowhill I see," came the reply?"Yes I am." I presume this is your. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants. Stopping just before I went into the store; I turned and smiled. He was standing there staring after me. His right hand was rubbing a significant bulge inside his trousers…But he did not dare to follow me into the store. So I made a quick purchase of some pairs of thong panties and walked back outside. The black guy was still standing there; waiting for me…He smiled as I stopped in front of him.“If you are man enough to make me cum in less than. Willie, the Newsagent knew my family, so I felt buying my weekly wank magazine was showing me to be a real wanker.One of my mates at College said he visited a few in Glasgow which sold magazines which showed full penetrative sex and oral sex. We agreed to swap our magazines. The shops were called “Campbell’s Health Stores”, there was one under the bridge on Stockwell Street and the other was behind the Apollo concert venue on West Nile Street. Both were staffed by old men in white lab coats and.