“Where do you want it?” I ask, looking down at the boy. Our eyes are locked. Mine are unblinking. Unwavering. His are full of moisture. Hi...

“I’ve only got until six,” he says the moment I’m in the door. He whirls in place and pads across the living room on bare feet. I guess he t...

“I’m worried,” he tells me. His blue eyes are guileless. When he makes the admission, he sucks on his lower lip. I’m aware that my load is...

All over his body, his skin is taut. When I drop the ball of a finger on the flat planes of his stomach, his chest, his thigh, I expect to h...

“Fucking hotel internet.” He’s leaning over his laptop. It’s no crackerjack of modern technology. The black plastic is all over thumbprints,...

They live in the poorest section of the city. In a wealthy community, though, this area of modest income is nothing like the poverty-stricke...

The thirty-year-old had sent me many photos before we met, all of them so different they might as well have been of different men. There was...

Online is how men find each other for sex these days. Sure, it’s still possible to cruise public parks or restrooms to find some occasional ...

We have all the lights on in our twenty-first floor hotel room, and the blinds drawn back. It wasn’t our intention to perform naked for anyo...

The apartment building in Stamford is pretty unassuming from the outside. The chalky white stucco exterior has either chipped away on its ow...

Dear gay and/or bisexual men of the tri-state area with online profiles, I am a visually-oriented person. Now, I know what you think tha...

While I've been settling into my new home this week without much in the way of internet access, I've been re-running some old journa...