Poundcake by Jeremy Jenkins

No names. No talking.
Those were the rules.

It was hot. It was quick. It was dirty. But what I thought would be another anonymous hookup with an older guy in New York City turned out to be… more.
I have to tell you exactly how it went down—every detail. I have to get it down somewhere, tell someone, or else I might lose my mind.
I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to come up with anything to say.
All I had to do was feel.
And with the way he… did everything…
It made me feel… well, he finally made me feel again.
But can he handle the demons of my past when they come back to haunt us?