East Herkimer, New York, a town in the central part of New York State located just off the Thruway. A sleepy place that isn't much different today than it was back in 1973, when this story took place.
It looked like every insect that was attracted to light was buzzing around the bare bulb that was supposed to illuminate the area around the door of the motel room - Room 9 in this case.
"Never did this before," I said, as my new friend Jesse pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my pale, hairless chest which was in stark contrast to the one of the man who was undressing me.
"I know," Jesse said quietly. "You told me that already. Relax, Tim. No reason to be afraid."
Reader alert... This story contains sexual situations between an uncle and a nephew...
July 14, 1970 was the greatest day of my life, which at that point consisted of 18 years and two months. Even now, more than 40 years later, it still ranks as one of the handful of days that I remember most of all, and to think it almost didn't happen.
As Ted Biondi looked at the young man through the peephole of the motel room he was staying in, the 57 year old salesman enjoyed the gawky kid's fidgeting as he seemed to be trying to summon up enough courage to knock on the door.
He certainly looked like a geek, which was what Ted had him figured for when they spoke on the phone after Ted had read his ad on Craigslist, in which he claimed he was a 19 year old bisexual male looking for fun with an older man.
May 14th, 1969 was a day that Kenny Holmes would never forget, and not because it happened to be his 18th birthday either. It was a day that he had been looking forward to for quite some time, and the anticipation was making his heart race as the bus neared the end of the route.
Kenny got off the bus a block before his destination because he didn't want to bus driver to know where he was going.