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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...

"Where are the guests?" Eric asked as he walked down the staircase with me. We were a little late, but it was so hard to keep my hands off him when he was dressed to the nines. Even now I was thinking of dragging him back to our room, but I promised father that we would be there. "It's a garden party Eric," I reminded him as I told myself to concentrate. He was only a little taller than me but the rest of us matched up evenly. Broad shoulders, a narrower waist, and he possessed thighs that never failed push us both into ecstasy. We turned and went down the last half of the stairs to the first floor. "I know you said that but, it's raining," he pointed out. He wasn't wrong, and any party held in the great outdoors that was insulted with rain would do the decent thing and move itself inside. But not ours. Mother planned for it and had made sure that every guest would have an umbrella if they wanted one, and a two hundred meters squared s...

"One of our daughters, Patrishia, was present when he, Sally, had his interview," the Countess pointed out as she handed me a photo of one of her maids. The young man in the photo was- "Excuse me Countess," I broke into her story with. "Is Sally a-" I stopped as I tried to think of a more polite way of asking my question.  "A third kind, intersexed?" she provided. "An O? A girl with a breaker? A boy with the curves?" she continued.  "Intersexed," I picked.  "Yes," she agreed before she held her hand out for the photo. I quickly gave it back.  "Patrishia was so impressed by his size, that she assigned him to wake up calls. I don't remember if that was before or after she took this photo," the Countess tried to recall. I had no problem remembering the photo that I just handed over. Even though Sally seemed to prefer being called he/him he was dressed in a maid's attire instea...

Joshua Crandell slowly made his way through the wide deserted halls of Central High while nervously fingering the yellow note he had received from Mr. Jackson. He had been in music class learning about Beethoven when another student had interrupted the class to give it to him. Why did he wanna see me?  Was one of the questions he repeatedly asked himself since he hadn't done anything wrong. At least not as far as he knew. But that didn't stop him from starting to sweat profusely the nearer he got to the principal's office. Mr. Jackson's secretary, a Miss. Gwen Silver, looked up from her typing as Joshua opened the door. "And how may I help you young man?" she efficiently asked sounding as prim as she looked with her hair in a tight bun, light gray colored glasses framing her eyes and the flower-decorated sweater that covered, a slightly small, white collared shirt. "Uh, well," he mumbled nervously while handing her the personally writte...

There is no picture for this story. This came from role-playing with a guy who actually talked to me over at Tumblr. So we did that, and then I wrote this base on that and pics of two guys he sent me. As always, feel free to let me know what you think and if I messed up somewhere. ======== "So, you like being watched. You like toys," I told the boy before me. "I do," he answers. "Anal play is your type of game," I pointed out. "And I love toys, and anal. I'd love for you to watch me," he tells me out of turn. "Ssshhh," I tell him as I place my fingers over his lips. I watch him as he stays quiet and understands not to speak unless told to. "You want an older man to hold you down and hurt your ass," I continued as I worked my way through what I knew of him so far. "How about two?" I asked without expecting an answer since he told me that fact and I just told him not to speak. "Yes, or you...