Lights in hues of pink, purple and red danced across the stage. I swayed my head lazily from side to side to a bad remix of O.T. Genasis’ “CoCo.” The music faded out for a moment as the DJ made an announcement: “Alright, fellas. Get ready for this one! Up
Author: Heracles
On Putting My Meat Through the Grindr
Our gazes were locked, lustily piercing into one another’s, until he broke eye contact—his grip tightened, the hair on his thighs stood up, and everything contracted inward before … it all relaxed. Finally, I thought to myself. We both exhaled, expressing different types of relief, as I repositioned myself and