...   New message from Sandra — Don’t forget what we talked about! Go talk to Aaron. Luv you. ... I read the text message from my wife and put back the phone in my pocket. Aaron was her son. After living with his father for a few years when he was a teenager, he came back to his mom’s at the beginning of the summer, as we were living closer to his college. I never had children with my first wife, so kids were not my spe...

"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes." I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to Grindr, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the stress of my day in his ass. Yes, that sounded like a great plan. “Sir,...

“So, where the fuck is your sister, James?” “She won’t be back for several hours, she needed to go see our mom.” “Oh, so do you want to wait for her here? Have a beer, maybe? Do you drink beer?” “Yes, of course, why?” “Well, I thought… never mind. I’ll be back.” Was Tom asking that because I was gay, maybe? The guy was a bigger moron than I thought, surely thinking that I was some kind of fairy only drinking Cosmopolitan...