Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  Timothy stared from across the quad, furiously undressing him with his eyes. Lance Lockhart. For years now he had loved this boy from afar, his every thought, dream, and desire was shrouded in his powerful shadow. And as he innocently studied the silverwood sapling, jotting down whatever measurements he needed for ‘Intro to Botany,’ Timothy did what he always did from afar: daydream. Lance’s favourite grey bro tank and white cap, his silky white wrestling shorts, the gigantic and well worn white and gold Roshes gracing his feet… Every ounce of him was soaked in masculinity, oozed cockiness, and radiated sexual desire. For one solitary moment, the pair’s eyes met. A sideward glance meeting a deep, invasive stare. Timothy buried his face in his Organic Chemistry textbook, pleading with whatever essence dictated luck that Lance’s gaze had passed him over. For a moment, he thought his childish tactic had succeeded. Yet, as he peeked over the top of the textbook, he saw Lance saunteri...

  Cancun. The beaches, the nightlife, the tourists… Almost everyone knows someone who has vacationed there at least once. And yet, Adrian Carrolls hadn’t ever even left the country. A rising football star, and first round pick for the Baltimore Ravens, Adrian had always wanted to go to a new country. Now that the funds were no issue anymore, he took the first opportunity to head down to the white beaches of Cancun. After sucker-punching some irritating paparazzi twats and doing his best to avoid the annoying fans, he finally made it from the airport to his hotel. Saying that the trip was a vacation, however is a bit misleading. He was there as a representative of Nike. He was supposed to go to a soccer event and cheer on the Atlante FC team. The problem was, he didn’t know the first thing about soccer. He was one of the many Americans who believed that American Football was the true football, and that soccer players were basically pussy pretty boys running around.  Thus, when ...