I could hardly believe I was actually here. Darrell’s house loomed in front of me, quiet suburban, nothing special from the outside—but inside, I knew things were about to get wild. I’d met him online a few weeks ago; he was 55, experienced, and confident. Being 16, totally new to men, I’d told him I was ready to try anything. And tonight, I meant it. He opened the door with a grin, eyes dark, sizing me up immediately. “C...

Kevin wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning on the handle of the shovel as he surveyed the shallow trenches he’d dug to redirect water from the foundation. Jordan, his friend’s 16 year old son, stood a few feet away, brushing dirt from his hands and trying to look casual. Kevin could still sense the hesitation in Jordan's movements, the carefulness in his glances. “Thanks for helping out, man,” Kevin said, stretching his...

I had been talking to him online for a few days, and something about the way he typed—careful, hesitant, a little shy—made me curious. He said he’d never done anything like this before, but there was a spark in his words that told me he was interested. I kept it casual, teasing him lightly, nudging him toward the idea of coming over. Eventually, he agreed, nervously confirming the time. When the doorbell rang, I was alrea...