[Note: In the world of espionage a "velvet interrogation" is one in which the subject doesn't know it's an interrogation at all.] Chapter One: Chet "I think the camps possibly seemed worse than they really were because I was in a cushy environment one day and then in the camps and then back to a cushy environment. I suppose for those in the camps it wasn't...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
I didn't really notice Jared, he was just some guy in my drama class, until I saw him in bare feet. You see, I have this thing for feet. It's nothing weird- I mean, I don't think so. I'm not gay or some sick shit like that. Jared just has nice feet- esthetically, you know? I don't know, maybe something is wrong with me, I can't stop thinking about him now.....
Chapter 1 -- Fantasy Football My name is Ted and I run a fantasy football league with some friends of mine back in my college days and a few new people we added for a 20-team league. We meet every year for our face-to-face draft. There is no money involved, just a bunch of guys having fun. We are all very competitive and research the players, smack talk, an...
I find politics to be interesting, although sometimes depressing when I realize that we bicker about government and fail to see how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Regardless, I love the power dynamic in politics. It has a Game of Thrones feel to it. Everyone is trying to accomplish something and there are so many maneuvers to get it done...
Editor's Note: story contains gay non-consent themes. * Farid and I have been friends for three years now. He is two years younger than me. He has a perfect ass, but the thing I like about him is his feet. I haven't actually seen him barefoot, but the way his boots are fitted with his feet, I think he has great feet. When I masturbate I think we are having...
It was just another noon and I was lazing around in my hostel campus. I had cleared my exams and in particular the chemistry paper, thanks to my 'favorite' prof! I was getting bored with nothing to do. So, I decided to 'check' out the library, hoping to meet my professor. After what transpired last week in his staff room, I was wondering what was in store...
Jessie was always staring at my feet. I never quite caught him; it was just a causal glance at times and looks. Although he was Asian, he was still a good 7 inches taller than me, and was rather good looking for an Asian. His skin was rather pale for an Asian and a cute face. I had brown hair, blue eyes, and what girl deemed as the sexy body and face. But my...
I opened my eyes see that it was a beautiful day outside and also to the sound of Clive doing his morning laps in our outdoor pool. The light streaming in through the open balcony doors. I heard a ferry as it was making its way across the harbour from Circular Quay; carrying the many Aussies and tourists that, in my opinion, made Sydney a very liveable city....
I had recently strained my ankle climbing the stairs and I decided to visit the doctor before it turned nasty. After resting my sore feet for the night, I left for the clinic to meet a bone specialist who fortunately stayed near my house. I was lucky to have had the first appointment in the morning! After a short drive, I reached the clinic. It had just bee...