It was late. Correction. It was really late. Like going on 3am late. And I was still in the Fine Arts building. There are many perks to being a music major, but late night practice sessions are one of the biggest downsides. It was nearing the end of the semester, which meant juries were soon. Juries are playing exams where each student plays for all the...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
Author's Note: This is the origin story of how I got into the world of Arab/Persian men. It's what inspired my other stories. +++ +{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[June]-+- "Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English textbook. "Here..." I started to say and raise my hand My elbow nudged the book just enough to pus...
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...
Chapter 23 -- The Legend of Schrodinger's Queer I remembered waking up at some point that morning when Cory returned from the bathroom. He curled back up with me on the air mattress set in the middle of my bedroom and snuggled close, his hand creeping up my shirt. The way his fingers tickled through my chest hair put me in mind of a cat kneading its blanket...
My name is Noah I'm a Senior and I'm currently attending Parker University and have been since the beginning of my College career. This school is filled with the most raggedy bummed kids you'd ever encounter on the streets, and the most prominent rich white kids in the whole county. I'm talking scarfs with polos, perfectly ironed khakis, dress shoes perfectl...
Chapter 3 - The Coach Visits After another incident of Jeremy coming home sweaty and dirty, Jack decided to make good on his threat to get the coach involved. Now, "the coach" was not Jeremy's soccer coach, but the football coach who had worked with Jason during his high school glory days. Since Jeremy did not play football, he did not really know what he...
The sun was still going down when people started to show up at Jack's house. Jack was the head of the football team and his parents where out of town for the weekend, which equaled the biggest party ever thrown in my home town. All of the cheerleaders, every sport player, even nerds and members from the choir, and every popular person was invited. My name i...
A/N: This story contains sex between two men over the age of 18. It is completely fictional and written as a fantasy. I hope you enjoy! ~~~ "So, why are you so distracted?" Jace looked across the bed and saw Adam propped up on one elbow and staring back at him. "What do you mean?" "Well, you had your eyes closed that whole time we were fucking. That'...