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"My last boyfriend?" I ask him back. "That is who I'm asking about," Matt doubled down with. "How much time do we have?" I asked him with a laugh even as I started to prepare what I should or shouldn't tell him and how to say it in the right way. "Well it's still early, so hours," Matt answered with an honest smile on his face. "Ok, but remember, you asked," I replied before I reached for my drink. I then proceeded to remember and recount this part of my life. This was my third date with Matt, and hopefully, it wouldn't be our last. I really liked this one. === I haven’t been able to forget the first time I laid eyes on him. I think I remember it so well now because I pulled it to the front of my mind so often when we were together. It was a comforting and happy moment for me. And I still smiled at it to this day. I walked into my dorm room to find him talking to John, my roommate that year. The year before I was p...

[ 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...

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 ...

Here you go. The Scribd link to A World of Fantasies. :)  A World of Fantasies by JemGirl It has already been posted at HF and GayDemon. Now it's on Scribd and the link is here to prove it. Sometime in January I'll post this story over at WattPad. 

"Do you still have it in?" Uncle Ian asked as I laid down facing him. "What?" I asked as he engulfed me in his arms. "The butt plug," he clarified. "Did you take it out?" he asked this time. "No, I haven't taken it out," I told him with my eyes closed as I tried to get comfy again. Max realized that I was back and pulled himself closer to my body and crossed his arms with Uncle's. "Good," he told me before kissing my forehead. "We might be able to get one more in before you have to go home," Uncle continued as I tried to fall back asleep. He may have said something else after that, but I didn't hear him. The next time I heard his voice, Uncle Ian was waking me up for a late breakfast. As I was looking around for my boxers, Uncle told me not to bother since I was going to have to take a shower soon, but I still snagged a shirt all the same on my way out the door. I followed him out of the room and down the...

"Oh!"  "Fuck!"  "Ahhh!" These were words that we all used, matched up, interchanged, and added on to as we fucked each other. My body was pushed between Uncle Ian's and Max's, shifting how their cocks filled me and what we felt.  "MY GOD!" I shouted as one of them grew, stuffing my hole even more. I came without seeing, and somewhere in my fuzzy mind, I knew Max was holding me to his body as he tried, or Uncle Ian tried to continue fucking me. I felt the wet heat when someone came. My balls were still going, and my ass warmed with the feeling.  "Fuck!" someone grunted hard before more cum was shot into my hole. I heard the sticky sound, as much as I felt it, when they continued to hump me and the cum they put there. They slowly rocked into me while keeping their cocks lodged deep in my ass. Max pushed me forward to lay down in my mess and over Uncle Ian's chest. He kissed me slowly, and I soon felt Max's lips as he kisse...

"How are you doing?" Max asked me before Uncle came back. I thought for a moment before giving him an answer.  "Ok," I answered. "You are a little heavy," I then said as I felt his weight around me. "But not in a bad way," I added on when I realized he could have taken it the wrong way.  "Hahaha. It's ok," Max assured me. "Let's see what will happen if I let go of you," he said. While Max was resting, his grip had loosened, and some of my cum had streamed out of me. Now that I was free, there wasn't much left, but I sunk into the feeling of being let loose all the same. I shook a little as my balls fully emptied themselves. "How does that feel?" he asked when there was none left. Or so I thought until he massaged the last drops out of my shaft. But Max did it slowly so he wouldn't get a rise out of me in the process, and he succeeded.  "I'm so tired," I breathed into the room as I closed...