Some sage advice from me to you guys: if one of your friends suggests a Christopher Street bar crawl, just say no. Or at least have bladde...

My recent sojourn to Cape Cod didn’t coincide with Bear Week in Provincetown . . . though we overlapped a little. The last couple of days of...

The boy’s on all fours before me. His fingers are splayed out to give him balance, as he slowly pistons his mouth up and down on my erect co...

Not that long ago I opened up one of those apps that locates nearby guys for you based on GPS information—Scruff or Growlr, it probably was,...

There are two paths into the darkness beneath the dock. One is sneaky, a shortcut by the wooden stairs that leads down from the hotel patio ...

(I'm on vacation this week. You won't mind if I share this oldie but goodie in my absence, will you?) I had an hour to go on the...

I’ve written before about the old battle-ax of a grandmother I had on my father’s side. She was a woman on whose face I literally never saw ...