My story

CraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.

This is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…

My first paid blowjob involved a bait-and-switch, a dark room, and a technique that should be patented.

The elaborate fictions I constructed to make sense of behavior that made no sense — brave explorer and pathetic loser, coexisting without reconciliation.

Too much is never enough?

A Saturday afternoon, a Village Voice, and a pay phone: the mechanics of my first paid sexual encounter.

My origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.

My wife had a great idea, and I ran with it — farther than she probably expected.

I want to be everything to everyone, and when I’m not, it stings in ways that reason can’t touch.