Greetings, citizens of the world. My name is Jameson Lycos Brandeis. A tall, good-looking young black man with a rather unique story to tell. I'm a young Haitian man who lives in the state of Massachusetts. Currently, I attend the Massachusetts Military Institute or MMI. It's the largest military college in the state. Actually, it's one of the few remaining...
I am so exhausted that I can hardly believe it. Yeah, things are starting to settle down here in Vermont, I'm getting on well with Mr. Townsend at the job site. I'm working half days, riding in with dad, then I take a bus when I am off work, head to this ice rink located near our new home. Some great new friends here, getting on really well with this guy Tag...
I wish to preface this chapter by letting you know in advance that it was originally part of Chapter 16. Due to the excessive length of that chapter, it has been broken down in a more ingest-able size. Chapter 17 is now a set up for the following chapters to come. It may seem a bit off the beaten path for the saga of The Vacation House but I do hope you will...
Trevor yawned and stretched, realising he was nuzzled into Lion's chest, Lion's arms wrapped comfortingly around him. "Morning." Lion smiled. "Uh, yeah. Morning." Trevor felt himself blush. He propped himself up on his elbows and yawned again. Lion got out of the bed and stretched, he pulled on his jeans and shirt and excused himself so that Trevor could g...
God, it was hot in the team shower. Gavin had been cold; in fact, freezing cold, the game had not been good, especially for his team. The cold seemed to have got into everyone's bones. They had lost four goals to one. The game is hockey. Gavin had just played his first ever game for the first team, although he had been a member of the club for two years n...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Locker Room Quickie Dripping with sweat, the car...
18 years old already! Home for only two weeks from my freshman year at the University of Rhode Island. I find myself lucky to have been offered a part time job landscaping at my local ice rink. I've played hockey my entire life, well as long as I can remember. No longer playing on a league team because URI does not have league organized hockey. I still play...
Todd Barker and I knew of each other but had never actually met until that Sunday afternoon in late 2008 at the home of a mutual friend. When we did finally meet, it was over a beer. He had known my sister Amanda for five years since they met at college. She had been, from the beginning, one of the few who accepted him, his fag hag. Amanda and I keep no s...
We've come to the end of Jake and Owen's story; however, because I am self-indulgent there will be the first chapter as re-told by Owen so that people can get a better handle on why Owen does what he does and his general perspective. I have fudged some hockey facts to make the narrative smoother—for any hockey fans: I do apologize. Thank you for sticking thr...
Brian moved into my neighborhood in August of '99. I had decided to do nothing during that last few weeks before college started back up, and I was bored. The day that Brian moved in I was sitting on my back deck relaxing. I got curious about some loud noises I was suddenly hearing from a short way down the street, so I decided to go for a walk and see what...