. I saw a rainbow flag above a sex-shop with a cinema. Maybe I should go inside and see who’s there...? My heart started to beat faster, and I felt ...ore alive than at any other stage of my walk through the Wallen...So, after a furtive glance to make sure nobody was looking, (it’s unlikely but I still was nervous that someone might recognise me walking into a gay sex shop), I entered the shop. At the back of the store there was a rather good looking young guy sitting at a desk next to the cinema. She’s never mentioned any boyfriends, past, present, or future. She never makes any comments about men we see on television or a movie, if they’re good looking. I really do believe my sister is a lesbian. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t go to church? Because she knows no self-respecting congregation will accept that kind of lifestyle, you know what I’m saying?’ Carmen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She dropped the bowl of cereal on the floor, but there wasn’t any noise that blew her cover. The brunette guard gently moved my sack around as if she was looking for something. “He likes it,” The brunette guard told the blond one as she looked at my slowly rising cock. “He will like what we do next,” The blond guard said. I was ordered to spread my legs and to bend over and grab my ankles. While the Brunette guard was putting on the gloves, the blond stood behind me. She grabbed my hips and rubbed my naked ass against her uniform. The blond guard started to sing a little song. I. After hanging around for as long as I could stand it I grabbed a jacket and headed outside. (I don't know why I picked this particular jacket but it was a black suit jacket that my folks bought me for 8th grade graduation. That was significant to what happened later; something I could never have imagined.)We lived on a quiet sort of street that was a loop off a main through street. You know the kind that no one goes down unless they live there. I had it in my mind to walk over a street or two.