At times these past five months feel as if it's been five years. At other times it seems as if it's only been five days... Five months ago, my life changed in a way that I never saw coming. Up until five months ago I was a carefree privileged college student-athlete. When I say privileged, I don't mean that I'm just some white kid in college. I mean, I am w...
After my gap year between school and University, in which I had met both Steve (“First Fumblings”) and Ollie (“That was Quick”) I became a fresher, had a room in College and joined the College rugby team. Rugby is a tough, physical contact sport requiring courage and specific talents according to where you play on the field. Before a game the changing room i...
Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
Ezra's day was supposed to start better than this. He woke up knowing (well, assuming) he was getting a promotion, a full year after starting his first real job. That was the good part. However, Ezra was currently trapped in a long line at the corner cafe, his entire office's drink order clutched in his sweaty hands,and he was late. Late for his own damn pr...
"I will make sure your mother and sister are well taken care of. Tell me, have you ever loved anyone else?" Arsenios flexed his battle weary and calloused fingers through the sitting young male's hair. "No." Arsenios gently unplaited the braid wrapped around the young man's head, allowing his shaggy oak brown locks to fall in his face. "Look at me, dear...
It smelled of mud and grass. Voices became clearer, but still felt dim and far from me. Blurry bright lights flooded my vision. I saw the silhouette of football players trying to aid me to my feet. I can hardly open my eyes. I precariously stand, held by two guys who walk me slowly to the lockers. Cannot recognize them, they seem enthusiastic, don't know why...
"I got it! I got accepted!" I called my best friend Karl immediately after receiving the news that I had been accepted to USC on a full athletic scholarship. It was all I could do to keep from screaming the news into the phone. "Oh shit dude!" He exclaimed. "Congrats!" As excited as he was, I could also detect the sadness in Karl's voice. He got his acce...
There I was on my way to Bob's house, driving my old first truck. Young, dumb and horny, driving the short 2 miles to an old mans house whom I had arranged to introduce me to the world of gay pleasure. His house was a nice little cottage on a big lake, with a very large shed near the mailbox. This shed is where we agreed to meet on this summer night for our...
Bourbon Street located at 4612 Park Blvd. is a place that I have been to a few times since coming of age. The bar on University Heights neighborhood opens at 4 pm and remains open until 2 in the morning. Pool table, strippers, patio and videos provide entertainment. On a cool Wednesday evening just before 8 I walked inside. There was a fairly large crowd of...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...