He Knew When I Was Ready
It was late on a Friday night, back in the 90s. The ride home from my regular bar involved two buses. I usually walked the second leg and it gave me a chance to drop into the erotic book store… if I went a block or two out of my way. Which I did, pretty much every time. The shop sold all types of material and I’d taken to buying gay magazines. I’d never done anything with another guy, but I got excited by seeing men sucking cocks and fucking. I’d been going in there from time to time for a couple of years. To begin with, I’d just only picked out straight porn, but then I started drifting over to the gay section and briefly browsing there. Later I’d spend more time looking at …