My name is Stephen Prophet and I am a rather adventurous man who's led quite a life and has a fantastic story to tell. Though I may be young, I've lived quite a life. Academically, socially and sexually, I've often been known to push the envelope. In high school, I was the first Black male to become Valedictorian in decades. In college, I was the Class President and constantly atop the Dean's List. In Law School, I remained at the top three percent of my class.
Nature and fate have blessed me in a variety of ways. They made me Black, for which I am thankful. I am proud of my people. We have a long and rich history. They made me Male, which I accept with pride. It's good to be a man! Good men helped build this nation. They made me Intelligent and Beautiful, which I am eternally grateful for. Finally, they made Bisexual, which is something I've struggled a long time to understand and even longer to accept.
Six feet two inches tall, a bit muscular where it counts, with dark brown skin and long hair braided into neat cornrows, that's me. Or at least, it used to be. I was born in the city of Boston in 1978. I love Boston and that's where I went for my higher education. I graduated from Emerson College in 2000 with a Bachelors of Science degree in Criminal Justice. I went to Suffolk University to get my law degree and these days, I work as an assistant District Attorney in Suffolk County. I aim to become the top prosecutor in my district someday soon.
Boston hasn't seen too many high-ranking Black males in the field of Criminal Justice. It's an area where Black people are underrepresented and I am proud to say that I represent us to the best of my ability. I am very dedicated to my job and I prosecute any crime case that falls on my desk to the full extent of the law. I've put dozens of Criminals of both sexes behind bars. I firmly believe in the legal system. It's not perfect but good people can make a difference if and when they've got the will and the means at their disposal.
I come from a rather prominent family. My father, Matthew Prophet was the first Black man to become a Police captain in Suffolk County. My mother, Eleanor Brown Prophet was the first female Warden in the Massachusetts Department of Corrections. The overseer of New England's largest Women's Prison. As you can see, law enforcement runs in our blood. My brother, Louis Prophet is an officer with the MBTA Police and my sister Gina Prophet is a defense Attorney in Baltimore. The Prophet family has always had a respected name. It is one that I am proud to uphold.
I've always been a very ambitious person. Naked ambition runs in my family. I've always dreamed of one day becoming a judge, maybe even in the Supreme Court. That would top any achievement by any member of my family. This is the very top of the legal system. There is no higher court in the U.S. Department of Justice. It is an honor to even be considered. There are Nine Justices on the Supreme Court and they're all here for life. These people outlast presidents. Their power sometimes rival that of Congress. There is nothing they cannot do. I dream of having such power.
Although my life sounds just about perfect, it's not. Working as a District Attorney doesn't exactly make you a lot of friends. In a city like Boston, appearances are everything. I've personally met the Mayor, the Governor and several Senators but that doesn't mean squat. District Attorneys get all the glory. Assistant District Attorneys slip through the cracks. We barely get any recognition though we often do the bulk of the work. There is nothing which pisses me off more, I can tell you that much right now. To work all day, putting the most dangerous men and women on the streets behind bars and have your boss get credit for it in the news that very same night. Unbelievable but true. Like I said, it pisses me off.
The only good thing I seem to have going for me right now is Andrew Dillon. How to describe Andrew? He is a college student I met at Suffolk during my last year of law school. Andrew is a tall, light-skinned youth with golden brown eyes and curly Black hair. He is simply the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. When I met him, he was only eighteen, a freshman at Suffolk University. He was interested in Criminal Justice, intending to follow into the footsteps of his father, a Police sergeant. When Andrew and I met, it was like I've been struck by lightning.
I've heard of love at first sight but I didn't believe in it until I met Andrew. He was so beautiful. I approached him and we started talking. This lad was so beautiful that in that moment, I felt a pang of regret that men can't procreate with each other. We looked that good together even then. I liked Andrew, mostly for his looks but personality-wise, he was even more amazing. Andrew was a charming and funny guy. He was also kind and generous. Like me, he believed in hard work and thought ruthless ambition was something men should aspire to have. Like me, he was a staunch Black Republican.
We had a lot in common. At the time we met, Andrew was dating a young woman named Claire Barcelona. I met Claire and was rather pleased, though somewhat jealous that she had stolen Andrew's heart and not me. Claire was a tall, elegant woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and pale blue eyes. With her athletic figure and alabaster skin, she looked like a female Viking. Claire and Andrew had been dating for some time now. Claire was a Police officer in the city, a rookie fresh out of New Braintree Police Academy. In spite of myself, I found her to be rather charming.
You could see my dilemma. I was a Black male who worked as a District Attorney and had fallen in love with a Criminal Justice student who was himself in a relationship with a female Police Officer. To say that I was conflicted would have been an understatement. On top of that, I had to keep my private life a secret from my co-workers and my family. My parents are very traditional-minded people. They aren't at all in favor of Gay Marriage or anything like that. My siblings wouldn't exactly to tolerant of me if they were to find out about me.
To date, I don't think anyone knows about me. I'm a tall, good-looking and masculine Black male. I'm a hard-working professional. I've always had girlfriends, in high school and college. It's only after graduating from law school and moving out of my parents house that I began to explore this side of myself. Looking back, I've always been attracted to both men and women. I always hid the feelings I felt for men since the world around me was very homophobic, especially my fellow African-Americans. We're the most anti-gay community on the planet.
So, what's a brother to do? The answer came when I least expected it. Andrew and Claire invited me to dinner one time. That's when they laid the cards on the table. They told me the truth.
"Steve, we have something we'd like to share with you," Claire began.
She nodded at Andrew, who continued.
" Claire and I are rather fond of you, and we both find you very attractive. We would very much like to extend you an invitation into our bedroom."
I looked at Andrew, then at Claire. Andrew's angelic visage gave away nothing of his emotions. Claire was smiling.
- "Well, Steve, what do you say?"
I looked at them. " An invitation to your bedroom, to sleep with you?" Claire laughed. " There is usually very little sleeping done in our beds," she said, looking at Andrew.
Andrew looked at me. He took my hand in his. " I know you want me, Steve. It's okay, I want you too."
Claire looked at us, and nodded.
"The truth is that Andrew is bisexual and I am fully aware of it. In fact, I am not only supportive of it, I am bi-curious myself."
I looked at them, not believing what I was seeing and hearing. The college student and the female police officer were not only lovers but also swingers. I was simply amazed. They had invited me to dinner, smiled at me, then they dropped the dime. They wanted a threesome with me. Things like that just don't happen every day, at least not to me.
