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Under the Knife

*** The first part of this was posted as a vignette a while back.  I finally managed to finish the second half, so here's the completed version. ***

“Mr. Ryder...may I call you John?  John,” the Doctor continued, without waiting for a response, “you could have just joined a gym.  Or, with your resources, you could afford some of the best conventional plastic surgeons in the world.  Yet here you are, sitting in my office.  We both know this is about more th...

Kingsbury Harbor ch. 5: The Fog

Captain Ed knew the fog would be out there.  It whispered to him in his sleep for the past week, filling his dreams with its hunger.  It wouldn’t wait much longer.  If he didn’t bring something soon it would make its way towards land, and even the Captain wouldn’t be spared then.  He’d started to fear he’d have to take folks from town, something he hated to do unless it was absolutely necessary.  Captain Ed had done it before, and he knew the sacrifice of th...

You Can Only Change Yourself

Jeremy stared at his ceiling, still shaken from his odd dreams.  The young jock didn’t normally have nightmares, but he could still vividly recall the sensation of being chased down an endless series of dark, twisting hallways.  He never saw what was chasing him, but he kept hearing the old woman’s voice saying “you can’t change other people, you can only change yourself.”  

He didn’t know why he’d even bothered talking to her.  He had his headphones in...

The Honeymoon (vignette)

“Oh my god...you have got to be kidding me,” Tom laughed as the door swung open to reveal a sea of pink and crimson. Behind him, Travis reached down and gave his solid rear a squeeze, leaning close to whisper in his friend’s ear.

“Want me to carry you across the threshold and make it official?”

“Yeah, right,” Tom scoffed, pulling away from his dark-haired friend. “If anyone’s the bride in this situation it sure as hell isn’t gonna be m...

Tags & Update

Hi Everyone,

I recently had a request to tag all the "How Much Is the *blank* in the Window" stories so they'd all come up together, which is something I try and do with series, but I'll be the first to admit that I'm really bad at remembering.  If there are any others you find that need tagged, shoot me a message.  

Also, I know I owe you all a vignette and I'm working on one as we speak.  2019 isn't leaving without a fight, so it's been a little hectic....

Interactive Question

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for all the votes on the latest interactive chapters!  We have another situation where the top two (fog boat and giant cock) were almost tied and were pretty far ahead of everything else.  Given that, do you want me to do both of them as the next two chapters again, and then vote?  Or just do the winning option and then present another round of voting like normal?  Don't want anyone to feel cheated.

As always, thanks for reading and for the ...

Don't Be Such a Troll

“Thought I got rid of this damn thing already,” Adam muttered as he picked up the small troll doll.  It belonged to his ex, Ally, and he could have sworn he’d thrown it away the day before.  Had it been up to him he would have tossed it while they were together.  Adam couldn’t stand the thing’s beady eyes and rainbow colored hair, but Ally loved collecting whatever bizarre trinkets and knick knacks she could get her hands on.  He’d never understood it.  Wi...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 4: The Loot

“Oh, shit!  Guys!  No fuckin’ way!”  Dean’s booming voice crashed ashore with the waves when the hulking brunette broke the surface.  His arm was a thick, tanned log as he wicked the water from his hair with one hand, while in the other he clutched something that his friend couldn’t quite make out.

“What?  You find a pretty shell or something?”  Noah asked, averting his eyes while the burly man modestly pried the damp shorts from around his st...

2019 Recap

Hi Everyone,

Since we’re winding down the year I got curious and ran the numbers for 2019.  Over the course of the past 12 months there were 109 stories/individual chapters posted to the page (only counting new work, not re-posts of old stories), which averages out to just over 2 stories per week.  To break that down further, as a ballpark estimate, each story averages around 8 pages, which brings us to 872 pages worth of stories.  At roughly 500 words per page, that to...

Boys and Their Toys

***** This was posted as a vignette a few months back, but I've polished it up and given it a more complete ending. *****

“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 flesh...

Instagram

Hi Everyone,

I hope your respective holidays (or just the last couple weeks for those who don't celebrate) have all gone well.  I wanted to give you a quick heads up that I created an instagram account for this page.  I tend to look up a lot of pictures for themes and ideas and I thought it would be fun to use that as a kind of mood board.  The username is ScreamingMoist for anyone who's interested in that sort of thing.  It's just getting up and running so there's n...

I Heard You Got a Visit From Santa

**** Thanks to the custom patron who was willing to let their story be shared early with everyone in time for the holidays! ****

Josh adjusted the towel hanging low around his trim waist as he stared at the small pile of presents on the counter.  They were the last thing he’d expected to find waiting for him when he’d made it home from the airport last night.  He’d actually forgotten that it was Christmas Eve altogether until he’d pulled up the driveway and discovered ...

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 3: Song of the Siren

“The fuck does that dude keep lookin’ at me for,” Eric grumbled under his breath after catching Kyle staring at him yet again.  He’d already gotten an earful from the burly man once he’d told him about his previous evening’s activities.  It seemed his friend believed in the legends about the curse surrounding Keening Rock.  Eric had heard them as well, but as far as he was concerned it was just another barren little island sticking up from the ocean floor, no differ...

Killer Party, Bro (vignette)

“Dude...this party is killer,” Aiden yelled above the pulsing beat, awkwardly shifting his weight in an attempt to match the music.  For someone who was as good at moving his chiseled frame across a field as the ripped brunette, the handsome jock had zero rhythm.  Not that he was there to dance.  Aiden preferred to lurk at the edges of the dancefloor, close enough so that his bulging pecs and beefy arms could be seen straining against his polo by the scantily clad girls on ...

He's Got Potential, ch. 4

Kaleb braced himself when the doorknob turned, the quiet rattle shattering the silence like a gunshot.  It was the moment he’d been dreading.  He’d wanted to run, but the instructions from Daniels made it clear he was to stay put.  There was still more they needed to learn, the message had read, and if he ran they were going to come after Tom as punishment anyway.  And, as much as it pained him to accept, Kaleb knew he didn’t actually have many other options since no...

Poll Results

Hi everyone,

The results are in, and the “Siren” and “Pirate Loot” options were not only a tie, but also came out significantly ahead of the other options. Since people (myself included!) seem to like both, we’ll do them each as the next two chapters.

So what this means is that there won’t be any voting with this next interactive chapter, but then the polls will get back to normal after that. Just wanted to give everyone a heads up why it’ll look a little different....

Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 2: Nice Trunks

Sarah didn’t see her actions as messing with her customer’s lives so much as improving them.  She’d certainly never use the word “ruin” to describe what she did, not that she’d ever told anyone, or that they’d believe her if she did.  All anyone saw was a formerly failing business that had managed to turn itself around, an impressive feat for a local business in such a small, out of the way town like Kingsbury Harbor.  And if anyone noticed some of the more dramat...

At the Crossroads

Matt had no idea what was happening.  One moment he was jogging up the winding mountain road, and the next the road was gone.  In his panic he thought the hillside had given way, or that he’d tripped and fallen over the edge, but that wasn’t quite right either.  He didn’t feel any sense of movement, no rushing wind or hurtling plummet, just a sense of weightlessness.  There was no ground beneath him, nor was there a sky above or a horizon in the distance as he franti...

The Promotion (vignette)

The beach was one of my favorite hunting grounds.  On a lovely, balmy evening like this it was perfect, littered with people of all shapes and sizes from end-to-end.  I stood at the top of the stairs and surveyed my options, not an easy feat with the sheer amount of teeming potential, but it was the two men tossing a football at the far end that immediately stood out.  

I’ve been at this long enough to recognize the signs when I find a mark, and that gut instinct bore o...

DropBox Updated

Hi Everyone,

The DropBox has been brought up to date.  Just added: Climbing the Ladder (full text), Pirates Cove, He's Got Potential (full text), Check it Out (full text), Panty Dropper, Boys and Their Toys (vignette), Back to School (full text), The Black Frame (vignette), Sacred Ground (full text), I Heard About the Halloween Party, Under the Knife (vignette), Haunted Hazing, Kingsbury Harbor ch. 1, Nice Picture, Jackass, and The Promotion (vignette).  That last vignette is ...

Nice Picture, Jackass

“But that’s not me!” Scott cried, shoving the picture in Todd’s face.  It showed an incredibly tall man’s incredibly large rear filling the frame of a small photo booth.  He was bent over to fit inside, but his top half was still obscured, showing only one large ear and a corner of his big, toothy grin.  

Todd cocked his head to the side, his eyes traveling up and down Scott’s towering frame.  “Looks like you,” he grunted, shrugging his massive should...

Interactive: Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 1

Mike stretched out on the sand, his feet just outside the reach of the rolling waves.  He didn’t know why people had told him to stay away from the sleepy little town.  True, there wasn’t much to do in the way of tourist activities, but that’s exactly what he was looking for.  He wanted solitude and nature, both of which Kingsbury Harbor provided in abundance.  He enjoyed strolling along the wharf and looking at the variety of fishing trawlers, small boats, and rugge...

New E-Book

Hi Everyone,

Those of you who frequent the Gay Spiral probably already saw this, but I recently released a collection of all the Wrong Number stories as an e-book.  I posted it over there first because these didn't need a lot of cleaning up, so if you're at the $5 tier and already read them here, there's no need to purchase this unless you want them all in one spot with a fancy cover.   But if you haven't read them and are interested in picking up a copy, here's the link:...

Sacred Ground, ch. 2

Blake wanted to scream.  One moment he’d been digging around his duffel bag in search of a shirt for his impossibly shrunken friend, and the next he was being thrown into the air and pulled through the shattered remains of the bedroom window.  He’d struggled instinctively against the mossy tentacles that had wrapped around his midsection, his beefy arms and powerful shoulders flexing impressively as he clutched and tore at the snaking vines.  The stocky young bulldog felt a...

Climbing the Ladder (full text)

Hi Everyone,

After three attempts at posting the full text here and ending up with three frozen Patreon windows, I went ahead and just created a folder for it in the DropBox.  Here's the link: 

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/b1rx8y4mg7u9mjc/AACtEBfOWX12cPlSio42MUGKa?dl=0

Let me know if anyone has any issues accessing the PDF.  I think I've got the setu...

He's Got Potential, ch. 3

“Co...coach...I can explain...I mean...this isnnnnnNNNNGGGG!”  Kaleb spasmed, spraying all over Jake for the second time.  The dark-haired jock’s smooth abs glistened as his hairy teammate’s copious fluid trickled down towards his own tented speedo while a small, stunned crowd gathered to watch.  

“Jake!  What the hell are you doing?!”  Coach Turner stepped forward and tried his best to separate the two, not an easy feat considering their sturdy, ath...

Interactive: Climbing the Ladder, ch. 16

Shawn leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes, his head spinning.  Duncan had him working on a budget report all afternoon for an HB&L exploratory expedition to somewhere in South America.  The location was classified, but he saw line items for everything from climbing equipment to scuba gear.  The team was evidently hoping to find something in the cenotes and aquatic subterranean cave systems, but he had no idea what they were looking for.  It was odd, but ...

Schedule Update

Hi Everyone,

With the current interactive wrapping up, this seems like a good time to announce some adjustments to the schedule.  For the past two+ years I’ve been pretty consistent about getting a new story posted each Monday, an interactive chapter later in the week, and a couple vignettes tossed in each month.  That’s a lot of writing, and I’m finding with my new day job that keeping up with such a schedule is proving more difficult than I’d imagined.  

T...

Interactive: Climbing the Ladder, ch. 15

“I...knew when...they...hired...youuuhhh...it was a...good choice…” Duncan grunted, swiveling his hips to work Shawn’s cock deeper inside.  He had the dark-haired stud pinned beneath him, his massive thighs looming like granite pillars on either side of Shawn’s tapering frame while his limp python oozed a steady stream through the wiry hairs on the smaller man’s sculpted pecs.  

“Gl...glad you’re...still impressed…” Shawn whimpered, hating how the brutish b...

Haunted Hazing

“Here we are, fellas.”  Asher swung his arm in a long arc toward the decaying property.  The squat, weathered house at the edge of the trees seemed to sprout directly from the field of knee-high grass, with vines snaking up from the ground and carpeting the entire western side of the house as they crested over onto the roof.  Tendrils crept in through the broken windows along the way, making the structure look like just another of the multitudinous weeds currently scratchin...