When I moved to the city of Detroit back in the mid-nineteen-eighties, I was twenty-one and didn’t know a soul. I’d moved to attend graduate...

We’re two feet apart. Maybe three. I’m close enough to catch his scent, at any rate. Sharp. Sweet. Masculine. He’s dabbed on one of those hi...

The third anniversary of my online blog has come and gone. It’s been more than a month since I last wrote about my life. I’ve been licking m...

I had one of those birthdays last week. It wasn’t a milestone birthday in the traditional sense—that is, the year didn’t end with a zero. Bu...

I know my faults. I’m competitive. Too competitive. Monday mornings are when we meet. The place is a hotel by the interstate where the rat...

The thing of it is: whenever I think about the guy, I remember the burst of excitement I got from the initial impression his photos made. Ne...

Anyone who reads my blog knows I’m a big ol’ show-off, particularly when it comes to my dick. I like whipping it out, getting it hard, and d...