thescreamingmoist

Something In Return

“Wait, wait, wait...please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did?”  Beckett dropped the small towel from around his waist and rummaged through his suitcase for a clean pair of briefs, his muscled body glistening from the recent shower.  

Spencer turned the small, carved stones over in his hands to politely avoid looking at his naked friend’s thick, dangling cock, following the rules of the locker room even in their small resort suite.  “What?  They said peopl...

We've Got Good Chemistry, pt. 1 (vignette)

“Jake. Zip up your suit,” Tony said, his voice firm but friendly.  

The smaller man motioned to the warehouse around them. “How do you work in here all the time, man?  This place is roasting.”  Jake made no effort to zip the front of his jump suit, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his lean chest.  

“I’m not a little girl like you, apparently.”  Tony stomped over and zipped the front of his friend’s suit.  

“You’re not zipped eith...

Interactive Update, Time Capsule, and Recommended Reading

Hi everyone, 

Chapter three of the interactive will go up a bit later than usual as I’m going to be camping this weekend and away from technology for a while. I’m hoping to come back with some fresh ideas after a couple days in the woods. 

In more exciting news, I recently discovered something of a digital time capsule. I found a file over the weekend full of stories, fragments, and ideas that I’d been working on roughly ten or so years ago. When my old hard drive crashed...

Interactive: Pikesburg PD, ch. 2

“Who?  Who’s out here?”  Greg tried his best to keep the small man calm, but the tiny bodybuilder was becoming more agitated with each passing second.  “Why don’t you let me get you somewhere safe and you can…”

“Safe?  Nowhere is safe!  Don’t you get it?  You think I always looked like this?  I thought I WAS safe but it's got people working for it all over!”  The small man squirmed farther out of Greg’s grip and produced a tiny piec...

How Much is That Jock in The Window, ch. 1

Bryce had no idea where he was or how he got there.  The last thing he remembered was being at home.  He was on summer break from his classes at the university and had gone for a visit which, until now, had been unremarkable.  His trips home always were.  They consisted of idle days spent working out, eating forced dinners with the folks, and then washing it all down by hanging out with high school friends he didn’t have much in common with anymore.  If he was reall...

Becoming, ch. 3

****** Apologies for the delay! This is my busiest work week of the year at my day job and I just now realized I never posted a story this week.  Sorry about that! ******

“I don’t understand….why isn’t she responding?”  Matt whispered like they were breaking into a building, not walking down the familiar hallway of their dorm.  Though from the growing man’s changing perspective, it didn’t feel nearly as familiar as it should.  His normally springy s...

Interactive: Pikesburg PD, ch. 1

Greg hated the night shift in this part of town.  The hours spent driving down empty street after empty street felt like an eternity, lost in a labyrinth of streetlights and darkened buildings.  Even during the day it was an awful neighborhood, filled with abandoned factories and the ghosts of shuttered industry.  At one time it had been a booming seat of manufacturing and steady, blue collar labor, but the only industry that remained was the never ending hustle.  Drug deals,...

Threads (vignette)

"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 ne...

New Interactive

The next highest voted option from when we built the last interactive was "26 year old cop" as the protagonist.  Sticking with that option, let's build the rest of him: 

Sunnydale Dreaming, pt. 1

“Dude, are you watching your fuckin’ boyfriend AGAIN?”  

Paul didn’t look away from the TV as he raised his middle finger back over his head towards his roommate, Josh.  He was in the middle of binging Buffy the Vampire Slayer, his favorite show, yet again.  Paul had lost count of how many times he’d watched the entire series over the years, something his roommates never got tired of pointing out.  After it became clear they were all on very different wavelengths ...

Becoming, ch. 2

Matt nestled his head against Tim’s solid chest, his eyes still closed.  He’d been awake for awhile, relaxing under the sensation of his roommate’s solid, heavy arm draped over him.  He’d been confused at first.  Waking up with another man’s bare, rigid cock pressed against his own was an experience he’d never anticipated having, let alone enjoying.  

Then the memories returned.  Squirming against Tim, he could still feel all the unwanted hair he’d discov...

One year!

Today officially marks the one-year anniversary of this page! That year went by really, really fast, so I just wanted to take a quick second and thank everyone for reading and for the support over the last twelve months.  Some of you have been here since day one (or longer if we include the people who’ve reached out to say they’ve been reading over the years on other sites) and I can’t thank you enough for sticking around. For the newer faces, I’m so glad you found your way here and...

Interactive: Mall Days, ch. 6

***** Turns out it was a 50/50 split on whether to end this one or keep going.  Since the goal was to keep the next few interactives on the shorter side, I decided to end Dylan's story for now so that we can get started on the next one.  Thanks to everyone who followed along and voted! *****

“What a day,” Dylan sighed, pulling down the steel shutter that closed the store off from the rest of the mall after hours.  “I still can’t, like, believe my pants ripped ...

Permanent Vacation, ch. 1 (vignette)

Pete slid the soft, pink cut off shorts up his supple thighs, still not used to the feeling of his exposed ass hanging out the bottom.  It seemed like more and more of his ample cheeks hung out each day, but it was hard to say.  He wasn’t sure how long things had been like this.  He looked at his trim, hairless body in the mirror.  Hadn’t he been hairier?  Shouldn’t his thin, soft arms have more muscle?  Shouldn’t the package outlined in the tight shorts be ...

Down In The Valley

None of them wanted to be stuck working in Bowen Valley, even for an easy job.  It wasn’t a place where people lingered.  It was the kind of place teenagers got drunk and dared each other to visit, though few ever actually went through with the journey.  The thrill was in the dare, in an excuse to beat adolescent chests in exaggerated displays of bravery and false manhood.  Just talking about the plethora of urban legends was usually enough of an excuse for a conveniently s...

Interactive: Mall Days, ch. 5

Dylan stared up at his ceiling fan, listening to the electric hum of the motor and the whirring of the blades.  He’d been listening and staring for hours.  Outside, the night sky was losing ground to the rising sun, casting a dim glow across the sculpted jock’s prone, naked frame.  Sleep was out of the question.  He’d stumbled into the tiny apartment in a daze, still in shock from the unexpected romp in the back of Evan’s truck.  The body buzz still coursed throu...

Fair Trade (vignette)

**** As promised, here's an example of a vignette for anyone curious about the $10 level.  (For those of you already pledging, you've probably already seen this one.)  These are usually complete, if less polished, stories that I’m working on, story chapters of larger works in progress, and generally the place where I'll play around with ideas before making them available to everyone.  *****

“Mmm...fuuuuuuck…” Sam moaned as Aiden’s head bobbed back and forth ...

I Heard About Forest...

Until that morning, Forest lived a charmed life.  By all accounts, in his brief twenty four years on the planet, the handsome young man had never experienced a truly bad day.  His athletic, six-foot frame was more the result of good genes than discipline.  The appealing bone structure, the symmetrical features, the full head of sandy blonde hair; like his money, they all came from someone else’s hard work.  He’d been born into a family fortune larger than the gross nation...

Mall Days, ch. 4

***** Because of the changes to the payment structure, I'm posting this for everyone as a sample of what the interactives look like for anyone who's curious.  *****

Dylan felt like a man possessed. He'd been flirting with Mark the entire time they’d been closing up shop. He couldn't take his eyes off his beefy co-worker.  He teased and toyed with him, standing closer than he should, finding excuses to brush up against him, and constantly commenting on the older man’s b...

Front to Back (vignette)

***** This story was inspired by a recent post over on Alakazam1988's page.  If you're a TF fan and you're not already following him, trust me when I say it'll be the best $5 you spend each month.  Check him out here: https://www.patreon.com/alakazam1988/overview *****

Ian slammed the locker shut, still furious over his recent encounter. He just wanted to get in his afternoon workout, not...

Page Updates

Hi Everyone,

Let me start by saying that if you're reading this message, 90% of what I'm about to say isn't going to affect you.  If you're already signed up and happy with your tier, everything will proceed as usual for you. 

What's new is that Patreon rolled out the ability for creators to charge up front as opposed to waiting until the first of the month.  So now, when new folks sign up, they get charged right away, and will then get charged on the 1st of the month ther...

Becoming, ch. 1

Matt stood outside the showers, staring at the reflection of his dripping torso with a growing sense of disgust.  To anyone who saw him, the cause of his discomfort wouldn’t be immediately clear.  It certainly wasn’t the broad shoulders that flowed into a set of long, solid arms.  Nor was it the tight waist that tapered dramatically, causing his damp towel to hang low, showing off his ripped stomach.  It also wasn’t his toned legs, perky little rear, or the sizeable hos...

Interactive: Mall Days, ch. 3

Dylan was surprised by the sudden shift in his mood when he returned to the store.  Instead of dreading the next four hours, the increasingly cheerful young man felt a giddy excitement, like he did right before hitting the field for a big game.  He chalked it up to the caffeine coursing through his veins as he strolled lightly through the doors.  

“Someone seems like they’re in a better mood,” Mark laughed, his broad frame leaning against the register, his burly arms flexe...

Recommended Reading

“What are you currently reading?” is a question I tend to get asked a lot, so I thought I’d start putting some stuff up on here for those that are curious.  

I‘m currently working my way through “Demiurge” by Micheal Shea. If you’re any sort of mythos/Lovecraft/weird fiction fan, I can‘t recommend this one strongly enough. Shea’s writing is cinematic, tense, disturbing, and oddl...

Love is the Drug

It all started with Tony doing what Tony does best: looking for new and inventive ways to get high.  The lanky young man liked to describe himself as an alchemist, but his friends all thought “junkie” probably would have been a more apt description.  Like a lot of kids, Tony started smoking weed in high school and his life quickly became an epic quest for a bigger and better high.  It was more than just a hobby or a simple matter of addiction with him. It was his calling. &nbs...

Something New (vignette)

“Uh...you okay, man?  Brooks?”  Noah waved his hand in front of his friend’s unmoving face.  The burly blonde had trailed off mid-sentence and stood with his mouth open, his brown eyes unblinking.  The beer in the other man’s hand was held a few inches up from the surface of the table as if his well-muscled body was locked in place.  

Noah was so focused on his friend’s odd behavior that the silence around him didn’t register at first.  They’d just p...

Interactive: Mall Days, ch. 2

Tess watched Dylan approach the small coffee stand with the patient, hungry eyes of a cat waiting to pounce on its prey.  Like most of the women who worked in the mall, she’d initially been sucked in by the athletic stud’s tight body, chocolate brown hair and boy-next-door face.  It also hadn’t helped that unlike most of her customers he was always polite and friendly, but before Tess could make a move she’d been warned off by Jill.  Then Sarah.  Then Tamika.  Th...

Hidden Passages: Family Dynamics

Gary stirred in his sleep, rolling over onto his back.  His heart was racing and beads of sweat glistened on his burly chest, matting the silver hairs that spread across the firm mounds.  The details of his anxiety inducing dream were already fading, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.  In his more than fifty years on this planet, he’d never felt quite like he did in that moment.  Something in his head was sounding an alarm bell.  It was a pri...

Interactive: Mall Days, ch. 1

“Have a good day, sir.”  

Dylan’s forced smile appeared effortless, a trick the young man had perfected during the seemingly endless hours spent slaving away at Gregor’s Sporting Goods.  The older man he’d just rung out had given him the creeps, though you'd never know that by looking.  He’d obviously been flirting with him, and Dylan caught the other man’s eyes drifting down towards the front of his pants more than once.  He’d been tempted to call him out, ...

Matchmakers

Jared wiped the sweat pouring from his brow.  He was on the seventh mile of his nightly run, right at the point where he really started to feel it.  His firm, powerful legs burned with effort and his toned chest heaved under his sweat-soaked tank-top as his lungs struggled for breath.  Running was just as much a mental effort as it was a physical one, and though his lean, whipcord body had been shaped from years of pounding pavement, his head wasn’t currently in the game.  ...