Giancarlo DiTrapano provides a primer. The climax:
It’s just sex. It’s just a stranger. You have a flesh that demands of you the flesh of another man. It was a bit of a process lining this up, but now that’s all in the past and you’re on your way. As of this moment, you are in a taxi hurtling towards the home of someone who wants you there. Maybe things looked better on the screen, and the evening doesn’t turn out as pleasant as you imagined. It’s possible. It’s likely. Or maybe you’ll physically click, quench each other, then go your separate ways never to cross dicks again.
Maybe you’ll get knocked out. Maybe you’ll be brutally murdered after all. Maybe you’re hurtling towards a man who will knock you out not with a crow-bar, but with how he addresses you by your full name, then you’ll become all his and he’ll become all yours. You could be heading towards the best sex you’ll ever have in your life. You could be on your way to suck the most beautiful dick in this city. You could be heading towards a fake address. You could be on your way to a man who’s been waiting for years on you.
The Dish 