thescreamingmoist

Hashtag, ch. 2

Troy could hardly contain his excitement when he heard Blane enter the apartment and kick off his shoes.  His roommate always worked out after leaving the office, and though it was no later than any other afternoon, the waiting had felt like an eternity.  Troy knew as soon as he walked ...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 14: Go Fish

“I should NOT have eaten whatever the fuck that was…” Cole groaned, holding his stomach.  The lanky jock was curled up in a ball at the opposite end of Ian’s couch, his normally tan skin looking sweaty and pale.  

The brawny giant seated at the other end raised an eyebrow ...

Finally.

It's way more fun to work on Kingsbury Harbor stories when I'm actually sitting by the water.  There was an unfortunate lack of vintage beefcake, but I'll take what I can get at this point. 

Curse of the Magenta Eyes

“True, it’s not great news for some, but I think we can spare a few dumb farmhands for a profit margin of this size, right?  And about the lost pensions...well, If they didn’t have another retirement plan in place that’s not really our problem.”  Craig grinned at the men seate...

She's Always Watching

This print is probably the closest thing I have to a legitimately cursed object in my house.  A little background - some friends of mine put on a mini Burning Man each September where we go set up camp in the middle of nowhere, build giant wooden structures, and then burn them down a couple ...

It Never Gets Easier (vignette)

**** Work in progress! ****

“These fuckin’ workouts are getting harder…” Rob panted to the empty locker room.  He stretched his massive, aching shoulders as he sat on the bench, longing for the easy workouts of his youth.  

“You made it look easy, at least,” an u...

MerMay

Since it's MerMay and I'm still going stir-crazy it seemed like a good time to share a fun fact: I have a total impulse control problem when it comes to these very gay Mermen (there's a Pulse memorial one hanging in the corner in that last picture).   It started with getting one as a &n...

Birthday Boy

“Shit...that might have been one too far,” Chris laughed, slamming his empty shot glass on the table.  He shook his head and winced, oblivious as ever to his friend’s eager staring.  The grinning, sandy-haired man across the table thought Chris looked adorable as he furrowed his b...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 13: Beach Balls

“Fuck, man, how many times am I going to have to hassle that weirdo before he realizes we don’t want him here,” Brad grumbled, watching Caleb gather his towel and books before the thin man hurried off the beach.  

“I bet he likes it,” Josh said, leaning against the weathered ...

Tools of the Trade

Every now and then I get questions about what my process looks like, and since you've all seen my desk set up, I thought I'd share what I take with me on the road when I go somewhere else to get work done (back in the days when we could leave home).   If anyone's thinking about one, tha...

Comic!

If you haven’t read today’s story yet some elements of this post will probably make more sense afterwards, but remember that comic I wanted to work on?  I partnered with the amazingly talented Adult Junk Drawer 2020-05-04 14:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Hashtag

*** This was posted as a vignette a few weeks ago, but I wanted to get it up for everyone because the next chapter is almost done, and what I'm going to talk about in my next post will make more sense after you've read this. ***

Troy was ready to move onto his friends. The lean y...

Stir. Crazy.

How's quarantine going for everyone?  I've officially reached the "re-do all the art on my living room walls" phase.  

Lady Spades (vignette)

*** work in progress! ***

“Finley...have you lost your goddamn mind?”  Colt crossed his arms and leaned against the bathroom door, the towering wall of muscle filling the frame as he watched his friend set up a small altar on the counter.  “You’re starting to freak me out,...

Under the Hills

“What are we supposed to be looking for again?”  Mack asked as he slowed the cruiser to a crawl.  The brawny officer did a sweeping pass with the car’s spotlight, the beam slicing through the dark countryside like a scalpel.  It splashed against the lone structure at the end ...

Also.

This is what I used for the whistle in the latest Kingsbury chapter. It’s a real whistle, but it’s made of resin, not bone. You can (and should!) check out the guy who made it here: https://www.deviantart.com/zombi...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 12: There's a Light

Tony still wasn’t used to his new body.  It made getting around the lighthouse easier, but after forty seven years of being a brawny, weathered tank he was still adjusting to life in a lithe, slender frame.  Being both practical and old fashioned, Tony had never given much thought to ...

Whoa.

Fell down a rabbit hole doing research for the next Kingsbury chapter.  Turns out lighthouse lenses are way cooler looking than I fully appreciated.  Also feels a bit like you could wind up with a Hellraiser problem if you turned it the wrong way.  Do you want Pinheads?  Becau...

Comics?

Hi Everyone,

Hope you’re all doing well and staying safe! I know at least a few of you are artists, and several of you have mentioned that you follow artists of a similar vein to the stories here, so I thought I’d source your expertise on potential folks you might know who would want to...

The Orientation, ch. 2

“Ohhh...fuck...this was worth...every...penny…” 

Ryan hated the way he groaned when the man clutched at the hair on his widened back, just as he hated how good it felt to have his unwanted bulk shake and bounce in time with the young stud’s pounding, his mammoth cock slapping u...

Kingsbury Photo Dump

Some inspirational photos for the Kingsbury stories.  

Hashtag (vignette)

Troy was finally ready to move onto his friends.  The lean young jock had tested the app enough to at least be mostly secure in the results.  It wouldn’t be a perfect science, but he knew that going in and the chaos was half the fun.  “Friends” wasn’t the most appropriate l...

Aizen Myo’o

This is another one that was up on the Instagram. Of possible interest to some of you, this is Aizen Myo’o, the Lust Tinted Wisdom King. Venerated by Japan’s esoteric Buddhist sects as king of love, lust, and desire, patron of erotic love and sexuality. He is King of Lust because he helps con...

Portrait of a Pack, ch. 2

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  Brad asked, his voice a low growl as he rolled his head on his shoulders.  He held his hands casually behind his back, his biceps straining the sleeves of his suit near to bursting while his chiseled pecs stood out against his perfectly ...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 11: For Sale

***** Voting options are at the end of the story! *****

Chet had his work cut out for him.  The crumbling old Victorian would have been a hard sell even if it was in better shape, but given its current condition it would take a planetary alignment of the right buyer with eno...

My View

The consensus seemed to be that folks wouldn't mind seeing the occasional photo here instead of switching platforms, so, in case anyone was curious about where the stories come from, here's my desk set up.  This is where I end up spending most of my time.  

Super Fruit (vignette)

“Uh-uh.  No way, dude.  I still haven’t forgotten the last time you talked me into trying that ‘supplement’ that left me hard for two days,” Shane said, crossing his arms over his bare chest and nodding down at his mesh shorts.  “I’m not trying to walk around the gym ...

The Instagram Experiment (not a story, but I like this title)

Is officially over. That platform doesn’t really lend itself to this sort of thing, and I was constantly reminded of how awful it is in the first place. There wasn’t much going on over there anyway, but just a quick heads up in case you try to message me on it and can’t find me.

Welcome Home

“Can I get you something to drink?”  

“Um, no, not right now thanks, I think I’m okay,” Matt said as he nervously dropped his gym bag next to the door.  He was trying not to look too overwhelmed as he gawked at the massive room he found himself in.  Adam’s house h...

Lamplighter

*** the very start of this was posted earlier in the month as a vignette, but it now has a proper second half and ending. ***

“Can we be done with this shit already?  How long do we have to stand around with our thumbs up our asses?”  Brandon rolled his eyes, annoye...