NOTE: OMG Guys. Thanks for the feedback. I promise I will try hard to stop the confusing change of POV.J And I really need an editor, can't find one. I tried the list in the website but nobody replied. So, I am saying sorry in advanced for errors and stuff. Also, any volunteers? Send me your email through private feedback and I will send you the new chapte...
Here it is fellow readers, the third chapter! This chapter is longer than the other two, so no one will be disappointed. I am currently writing the fourth chapter, it may take longer since classes started but I will post as soon as possible. I want to thank Allegramarks for her editing skills! Thank You!!! BRENDAN I arrived at school more early than ever,...
The ride to school was quiet, my lovable sidekick missing from my passenger seat. Dean had left the previous day, heading back to New York with his parents. Of course I sent him off at the airport. "You be good now." I said as I hugged him. "Since when have I ever been good?" He rebutted, chuckling. "I'll miss you." "This isn't goodbye." I said. Dean was...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
"Diante, Vamanos..." Diante Morillo heard his mom's call from down the hall. "Okay..." he answered, pulling his black locks into a ponytail. He tried to keep it neat since both his folks threatened they would drag him to a barber. When he finished, he brushed off his black slacks. Diante loved to dress well even going to Juarez. He felt his outfits were e...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. If this fact bothers you that much, kindly quit reading now. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it'...
Dedicated to the memory of Dinah Maria Craik (20 April 1826-12 October 1887), author of the best nineteenth-century novel of man-man love (albeit without sex), John Halifax, Gentleman (1857). ***** Chapter LVIII Giovanni starts at Santa Cecilia school Giovanni had no problems in passing the audition, and as soon as school resumed after the summer vacation...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
Note: This isn't a story about sex only, so if a quick hot sex scene what you're looking for, I suggest you keep looking. A/N: Hi guys! Yes, it really is me. I said I would be back after my 2yr hiatus and I keep my word. Well I'm out of the army and back to civilian life. So yeah, this is my new story, hope you guys like it. As usual I accept all comments,...
In high school I had been the best on my wrestler on my team. I had gone to state in the 195 weight class my junior and senior year but had never taken home the title. My sophomore year, before my growth spurt and finding my love of working out, I had lost at regionals in the 160 weight class; and freshman year I had been the Junior Varsity wrestler in the 1...