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Happy To Help (vignette)

Steve tried not to focus on how awkward he felt.  It wasn’t the first time he’d been naked in front of Mark.  They regularly started their mornings together in the company gym, followed by some casual nudity in the sauna and showers.  A lifelong jock, the olive-hued hunk had long since grown accustomed to the sensation of being exposed in locker rooms.  A part of Steve even looked forward to it, knowing full well that he had little to be shy about when it came to his b...

From the Archives - Fir Hollow, ch. 15: On The Menu

“What do you mean ‘where’s my uniform’?  I’m dressed the way I always am,” Luke said, confused.  He looked back and forth between himself and his boss, motioning to the straining polo that showed off his plump pecs, and the powerful arms that framed his sculpted, tapering torso.  A pair of equally fitted pants highlighted his solid bubble below, and showed off just enough of a bulge to be noticeable without crossing the line.  With his olive complexion and full...

No Need To Rush

Dave bit back a whimper as Todd’s fingers massaged his scalp.  The lean brunette still wasn’t used to needing assistance with things like washing his hair, or with being so turned on while it happened.  As a lifelong athlete he’d showered with plenty of other guys over the years, sometimes in relatively tight spaces such as the one they currently shared, but he’d never relished it the way he did now.  Back then, if another man’s body registered at all, it did so simpl...

Overcast, ch. 32: New U

Once again, Clay kicked himself for not reading the fine print.  As it had on the first of every month for the last three months, the intricate wooden box was there on his dresser, waiting for him to wake up.  From the outside, it was always the same polished mahogany, the same golden braces on each corner, the same “NU” in gold filigree on the lid.  It wasn’t the box that changed, but its contents.  And himself.  

Currently, Clay was long and lean.&n...

From the Archives: Boys & Their Toys

“Dude...have you, uh, gotten hard at all today?” Aaron’s face was red, his eyes glued to the floor as he asked. There was a pause as Mike turned a similar shade and ran a hand nervously through his short blonde hair.

“No...not once. Not even when I tried,” he said.

Aaron’s eyes darted over to the fleshlight on the counter. “You don’t think it has anything to do with...that...do you,” he asked, finally giving voice to their shared concern.

“What? ...

Important Update

Hi Everyone,

Important update over on the homepage. Sorry to make you click through links, but you'll understand after reading.

More than ever, thanks for reading and for the support!

Picture The Gorilla In The Room

“I can’t believe it, man,” Luke grumbled, shaking his head. “Sarah, Michelle, Jasmine, Erin, Beth, AND Rebecca all shot us down? What the fuck happened to us?” He sighed and looked down at himself, his prominent pecs looking passably attractive as they strained against his navy polo. A star athlete the last time he was around most of his companions for the evening, Luke still had a relatively fit frame. Gone were the six-pack, shredded days of his youth, but, at thirty-three, t...

Timely Reminder & Feedback

Hi Everyone,

Just a non-alarmist but not entirely irrelevant reminder to add the Titus homepage to your favorites so that you can find me if something happens to this page. I'll also reach out to everyone via the email they joined with should things suddenly go dark.

While we're on the topic, if a breakup occurs, what's everyone's preferred method for moving forward? Something similar? Regular collections ...

Colonized

The nanite gel’s development had been a medical revolution. The traditional methods of a surgeon cutting someone open became borderline barbaric by comparison when there were microscopic devices that could quickly, efficiently, and painlessly complete even the most complex of surgeries. Coupled with the rapidly spreading power of artificial intelligence, procedures that had previously been considered impossible were now commonplace. Through a combination of stem cells and machines, of th...

Overcast, ch. 31: Do The Work

“Oh my god, dude…look at what you’re doing!”

Colt sighed, stopping mid-gyration when the music cut off. His fingers still clung to the strings of the bikini he was about to pluck, the stuffed bottoms already rendered pointless. The dark-haired hunk’s heavy package pulled the pouch low, while the back was little more than a scrap of fabric that did nothing to obscure his granite cheeks. Even where it covered, Colt’s dark, olive-tinted skin showed through the thin white m...

From the Archives: Two Cents

“I’m just saying…what kinda dick steals from a donation basket?” Jayden glared at Todd, his normally charming expression a stern mask. He knew his friend could be impulsive, and that the fit, handsome jock was used to getting his way and doing whatever he wanted, but stealing from a church crossed a line.

The defensive, dark-haired hunk dropped his head back on his shoulders and let out a loud sigh. “Oh my god…are you still pissed about that?” Todd dug into his pocke...

You Sunk My... (pt. 2)

Adam was relieved to miss, and even more so when Owen’s return volley failed to find its mark. He told himself they could use the time to plan, to find the loophole that would let them out of the trap they’d sprung, but all he really did was drool over his friend while the blonde casually tugged on and toyed with his impressive cock. The stroking wasn’t as frantic as the first time, though Owen still peppered the proceedings with descriptions of how good it felt and how much he loved ...

Big & Small, ch. 2 (vignette)

“Gotta be honest, I’m kinda surprised you invited me out here.”

Owen smirked, the curl of his lips and a slight tilt of his head the only response he gave for several moments. He let the silence hang, knowing full well how uncomfortable it made the other man. Since his arrival, Mike had seemed shaky and nervous in a way he’d never seen from the brunette jock before, though the current circumstances were nothing like their previous dynamic. “Gotta be honest, I’m kinda su...

Overcast, vol. 4 Now Available

Hi Everyone,

Quick heads up that the latest Overcast volume is available on Amazon for anyone who's interested. Usual drill: they're the same stories that were posted here, just given a fresh polish to catch the typos I missed the first time.

As always, thanks for reading and for the support!

From the Archives: Threads

"Did you think I wouldn't notice, Alex? Did you really think I just sat up here all day, oblivious to the inner workings of this little empire?" He fixed Alex with his piercing eyes. "You're already caught...honesty can only help you at this point."

Alex weighed his options. His reflex was to lie, but his gut cautioned against that. "Of course I thought I could get away with it," he said almost casually. The boss was right: he was already caught. They already had all the evidence they ...

Overcast, ch. 30: Voting Options

Sorry for the delay!

Option 1: A low-level caster uses magic to enhance their line of skincare products marketed at men, unintentionally causing the users to develop hyper-sensitive skin while becoming irresistibly attractive. (muscle growth, cock growth, stripped)

Option 2: A wealthy man signs up for a binding contract to a blind-box subscription from an online caster group, embodying a different archetype related to whatever underwear is inside each month. (muscle growth, hair...

You Sunk My... (pt. 1)

(This tied as a winning option on the last round of Overcast voting, but it ended up being way too long so I'm posting it for everyone.)

Adam’s calloused hand shook as it hovered over the pile of plastic pieces. He wanted nothing more than to hurl the entire pegboard across the room, to smash it to pieces until there was nothing left but brittle shards. Normally, it would be a feat well within the realm of possibility considering the amount of muscle packed onto the brunett...

Overcast, ch. 30: Around The Globe

 (Voting options should be up in a couple days! )

It was always the same. The titanic hand would appear, blotting out the hazy sky, and then the world would turn upside down. Literally. For a stomach churning moment, Freddy and Griff would feel like they were hurtling into the void, abruptly tossed into the air before gravity slowly lost its grip. Momentarily weightless, the pair would be helpless to do anything other than watch their surround...

Slight Delay

Hi Everyone,

Slight delay in the next Overcast chapter. I'm still going to try and get it up before the weekend's out, but I have a friend's wedding tomorrow so I'm not sure how much time I'll have. Thank you for bearing with me while I recalibrate after this week. (Today's also the one-year anniversary of when I had to put Frankie down, which, turns out, still sucks even a year later.)

The next weekly story is a two-parter and is ready to go, so we're still on track for Monday. 2024-11-08 23:40:19 +0000 UTC View Post

From the Archives - Fir Hollow, ch. 6: T-A-P

“I don’t know how you do it,” Beth sighed, marveling at the level of detail on the small sculpture. The clay figure was roughly a foot tall, its warped proportions looking incredibly lifelike despite their odd size. “The sculpting, I mean. Of course I don’t know you do the next part,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Lots of practice. With both,” Lynn shrugged. Her tone was casual, as if they were talking about any of the more traditional ceramic pieces lining the ...

Silver Linings

“Whoa!” Charlie couldn’t hold back a surprised gasp at the sight of his naked friend standing in the middle of the living room. Mike’s hair had been a deep coffee brown when they’d gone to bed the night before, not a bright golden blonde, and it looked as if the other man had continued to grow. His friend’s torso now had a noticeable taper to it, the tightening at the waist accentuated by the size of the arms hanging on either side. Mike’s once-trim shoulders had also broade...

The Milston Incident (vignette)

Even after a month, Marty still wasn’t used to how it felt. Standing outside in public, the warm sun and humid air caressing every bit of his exposed body, filled him with an urge to panic. The rigid state of his fat eight inches didn’t help either, though the exposed hunk was more grateful than ever for its above average size. Marty had never been shy about his body prior to “the incident”, but back then he had control over when and where he revealed it. An adolescence full of sp...

From the Archives: Party of the Year

“Would you please get excited, man. This is the biggest party of the year!” Alan slapped Will on the arm, surveying the bustling crowd from behind his dirty hockey mask. The field was already full of drunk, giggling coeds milling around outside the maze, raising his hopes for a successful evening.

“It’s the ONLY party of the year,” Will sighed. At their rural State University, the young man wasn’t wrong. The nearest thing that passed for a big city had four hours of high...

Pumpkin Patch

Alex looked around the bustling bar, torn between relief and embarrassment. On the one hand, the crowd, though considerable, was nothing like the shoulder-to-shoulder mass of humanity at every other spot they’d been to so far. The two young men could actually approach the bar and order a drink, they actually had room to move around and breathe and not shout at the top of their lungs to be heard. There was even room on the dance floor if they felt so inclined. The packed nature of the ot...

Overcast, ch. 29: Good Times

Oliver wasn’t having a good time. He’d been looking forward to the tropical getaway all year as his one chance to finally unwind and let go. Yet, now into his second day, expectations and reality remained out of sync. If anyone could remedy the situation he was the one to do it, but that would be counter to the point of his vacation in the first place. Due to that very skill and the surgical precision with which Oliver could weave his spells, his caseload at Casters Inc. routinely bor...

From the Archives: Dropped Balls

Brandon wasn’t having a good day. He hadn’t had a good week, either, or even a good six months. Thinking back on it, nothing had really gone according to plan for the young man in a long while. When he’d graduated from high school and entered straight into the service, Brandon hoped for action. He wanted excitement and adrenaline and the thrill of combat. What he got instead was a four-year deployment to a quiet base in the Pacific. It wasn’t bad in any way, and a lot of the guys...

Monster Maker

(When I first put together that story idea randomizer a couple years ago, one of the first combinations it spit out was "two-headed panty vampire". I've been wanting to take a swing at that one ever since, so here we go.)

Like most young men in their mid-twenties, Luke and Johnny hadn’t been overly concerned about the stories. They’d seen the twisted end results the same as everyone else, and while they credited themselves with being members of the target demographic, the...

From the Archives: Doors (alternate ending)

(If you read yesterday's, scroll down to the break for the alternate ending.)

Brad sighed and kicked at a rotting baseboard, dislodging a damp clump of moss. They’d been wandering around the decrepit old house for the past hour. It had been fun at first. The house definitely lived up to it’s creepy reputation. Kyle, his friend that had drug him out here, never could resist poking around a creepy old house. Put that creepy old house in the middle of the woods and it was irre...

Buddy System (vignette)

(Trying out an idea I'd like to develop further at some point.)

Colin wasn’t used to feeling nervous around Brady. They’d been friends since their junior year of high school, nearly a decade at this point, and the pair had experienced both triumphant highs and humiliating lows together. Parties, classrooms, locker rooms, apartments, beds, breakups, losses, tragedies; the two had shared them all. Theirs was a deep, intimate relationship forged through genuine vulnerabilit...

From the Archives: Doors

(A pretty long one all the way back from 2017! This one had an alternate ending, so I'll post that too.)

Brad sighed and kicked at a rotting baseboard, dislodging a damp clump of moss. They’d been wandering around the decrepit old house for the past hour. It had been fun at first. The house definitely lived up to it’s creepy reputation. Kyle, his friend that had drug him out here, never could resist poking around a creepy old house. Put that creepy old house in the middle ...