When I was 21 years old, I visited New York City for the very first time. I was immediately enamoured by the bigness and the busyness. It was both polished and grungy at the same time, which I absolutely loved, and I spent the majority of my trip wandering around with wide eyes, just soaking it all up. And it was during this initial, awe-filled trip that I met Bryan. He sold me my ticket to the museum I was visiting, and...

My key turns easily in the antique lock. I edge the heavy wooden door open and let myself inside the old, statuesque manor house on Greek row. In the foyer, I am greeted by absolute stillness. The boys are all in their rooms. They know what time it is. I make my way up the grand, hook-turn staircase and through the mezzanine, all the way down to a long hallway of closed doors. I drop my bag and slip off my shoes before ap...

DAY ONE “Do you mind if I sleep naked?” Davey asks. Is he serious? Yes. Yes, I mind. I absolutely mind. I one-thousand-percent, definitely, completely mind. “Nah, all good. Whatever makes you comfy,” I reply. He grins and releases his towel. I swiftly avert my eyes as it drops to the floor. His fluffy, damp hair bounces on his head as he pads across to the other side of our bed and rips back the sheet. Our bed… I pinch th...

I reach over and place my hand on his knee. “You played well today,” I say, tickling the wiry hair on his thigh beneath my fingertips. I slowly slide my hand beneath the hem of his silky soccer shorts. I can feel the warmth of his cock pulsing under his briefs. I gently, and only momentarily, allow the tips of my finger to brush against it. He smiles and places a hand on top of mine, keeping his other on the steering whee...

“Do you mind if I get in?” The chlorinated air gently stings my nostrils as I dip my toe into the scalding, bubbling water. He nods his consent, so I slide down into the hotel jacuzzi, my speedo riding up as it rubs against the tiled wall. I’m careful to take a seat close enough that my proximity is no accident but not too close that he startles. “Enjoy your swim?” he asks. His voice is polished, sophisticated. Deep. Fore...