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[ I had a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.] = = = = “I used to have a very dominant boyfriend, he would get home from work and I would already be naked for him... he loved it when I would call him daddy and would tell me what a good boy I was every time we finished having sex. The worst part is... he was my best friends dad and no one except me and him knew about it. He’s married" Via GayConfessions.com.  === I think this one needs to be picked apart, or added to, a bit. === I haven’t been able to forget the first time I laid eyes on my last boyfriend for the first time. When we were together, it was comforting and perhaps I remember it so well now because I pulled it to the front of my mind so often when...

It was Wednesday again, and I was driving towards a building that sat in a newly gentrified area of the city. I never would have guessed that this is how my life would have turned out due to one of my hook-ups slipping me a card with the words,  You Choose , with an embossed male ass in the middle on one side and a phone number on the other. I wasn’t sure what to think about it.  ==== Months And Months Ago ==== “Is this how I get in contact with you again?” I asked him. He had already turned towards the door of the hotel room we shared for the night.  “Maybe,” he turned his head to tell me before pulling open the door and walking out of my life. I looked down at the card again as I brushed my thumb over the little protruding ass. I didn’t want to appear too pushy or eager by calling the number right away, so I placed it in my wallet for later. I ended up forgetting about that little piece of paper for three months. I was on the hunt for my driver’s license at the time. I ...

My aunt was a tough nut to crack. I might never have tried going after her if I didn’t think she was one of the girls from my brother’s college when we had pool parties at home. She was at every single one of them. A different suit each time and she looked fabulous.  The first time I walked up to her she was laying on a beach chair with a big hat covering her face. I had pulled together all of my sophomore college courage to walk up to her and say hi. She lifted her hat, and looked me over at the same time. I pushed my shoulders back and tried to look as appealing as I could standing there in slightly wet green swimming trunks.  “Well, look at you?” She said sounding a little impressed. I squared my shoulders some more. “You’ve gotten so big,” she added on. My stomach felt funny when I heard those words. Those were the words family members said. When she realized I didn’t recognize her she pressed on. “It’s me, Auntie Phillis,” she tried.  I looked over her body. I ...