Mike, Tiger and Kamel

An abandoned building sits on the outskirts of Bordeaux. Concrete walls are daubed in graffiti. Grass and moss cling to the floor. Kamel is trespassing. He doesn’t care. He leans against a wall and lights a cigarette, rubbing his crotch expectantly. He pulls his dick out and gently massages it. It soon becomes apparent that Kamel is not alone. Mike […]