thescreamingmoist

Only the Best

Trent had been dreading this moment.  Its inevitable arrival had loomed over him for weeks, an understanding that reality would eventually catch up to the new status quo once the magical wound in its side finally scabbed over.  A part of him was grateful that he’d at least had some time to adjust, but, considering the scope of the changes, it wasn’t nearly enough.  Between his new home, new body, and new social standing, the blonde beefcake had barely begun to process any o...

Overcast, ch. 6: To Be Seen

Aaron’s ripped frame shook with frustration.  The dark-skinned stud wasn’t used to feeling helpless, which, if the letter in his trembling hands was to be believed, is exactly where he now found himself.  It had been weeks since the disastrous casting turned his world upside down, weeks since he’d worn pants or left the house, and now the people that were supposed to help him instead said that there was nothing he, or they, could do.  As with any procedure, medical, metap...

From the Archives: Dream Role

*** Another way, way back one from 2017. ***

Jonathan practically skipped down the sidewalk after leaving the casting call.  He’d done so well that he was offered the part on the spot.  After months of fruitless auditions and countless hours spent in waiting rooms with a bunch of guys who looked just like he did, he’d finally broken through.  The project had potential, too.  It was an indie horror film with him playing the lead male role.  He was surprised t...

Generbator, pt. 2

“Dude…I will do whatever you want me to, whenever you want me to,” Scott panted, his sculpted pecs heaving.  Like Andy, he was having a hard time processing the confusing emotions ripping through him.  The whole scenario had started as a joke.  He’d thought the idea of his friend as a fat-assed, flaming power-bottom would have been funny.  But now, greeted with the reality of the pectorally privileged pretty-boy eagerly devouring his cock, Scott couldn’t believe ...

From the Archives: The Procedure

“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural to be nervous.”

Ben swallowed hard and nodded, his smooth, bare skin breaking out in goosebumps.  Standing naked in the narrow cylinder with his body about to undergo a dramatic change, “nervous” wasn’t the word he would have used.  He was excited and eager, but also awkward and embarrassed as he stood fully exposed in front of the stranger in a lab coat.  Having been a swimmer for years, Ben was used to having his taperi...

This Fall...

...is still kicking.  I had to put my cat down this morning, so things might be a little quiet around here for a bit.  He was 11 and I've had him since he was 5 weeks old.  This one stings.  

The next part of Generbator is already scheduled for Monday, and I'll get the next Overcast chapter up ASAP, but it might not be this weekend.  Thank you for bearing with me. 

As always, thanks for reading and for the support!

Overcast, vol. 1 Now Available

Hi Everyone,

For anyone who's interested, the first volume of Overcast is up on Amazon.  You know the drill - same stories as what was posted here, just polished up a little.  This volume has the first 4 chapters of the interactive, as well as the original two stories ("Beach Body" and "Cosigned").  

Also, don't forget to bookmark the 2023-11-07 15:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Generbator, pt. 1

There were several things Andy should, and should not, have been at the moment.  Being fully clothed made the list in the Should column, but there was some flexibility there since he was just lounging around the house with his roommate, Scott.  However, being achingly aroused by that same person was a definite checkmark in the Should Not column, as such a reaction was typically reserved for smaller, softer, feminine individuals.  And while Andy Should possess an impressive abun...

Possibly Maybe (vignette)

** Rough sketch of an idea I wanted to get down while I had a chance. **

Scott was trying his best to keep things casual.  He knew how much Caleb enjoyed his strapping frame, and he hoped the sight of it would help soften the coming blow.  He untucked his shirt and popped the rest of the buttons, fully exposing the perfect pecs and well-muscled midsection underneath, the tanned skin offset by a light, bronze dusting.  Scott spent years as a carpet installer before meeting...

From the Archives: Only A Dream

*** This was posted as a vignette way back in 2018. I can't remember if it ever got posted for everyone?  Either way, enjoy! ***

Kyle was having the nightmare again.  He’d been having it for as long as he could remember, which wasn’t really all that long if he’d ever stopped to think about it.  But that’s not how his brain worked.  Kyle lived like a goldfish; moment to moment, day to day.  He never thought much about what came before.

The ...

Let's Get Physical

Coming to your local gay art boutique *

Bigger picture question, though: is physical media something people are actually/still interested in?  I found a site that can print these up pretty cheap, but distribution would fall on me and that's not an insignificant amount of work.  I made the jump to ebooks for my own personal reading a while back, but I'm curious where everyone else stands.

Follow up question - if you were going to buy one of my ebooks in physical form, wha...

Planet Jock

“Here we have an excellent opportunity to observe the Jock in his natural habitat.”

Josh jerked awake at the deep, unexpected voice, his eyes shooting open at the incongruent sound of a strange man’s smooth tones in his home.  He bolted upright, exposing his broad shoulders and prominent pecs as the thin sheet fell away, the top of his striped boxers just barely visible.  Though physically alert, the young brunette’s groggy brain hadn’t quite caught up yet, ...

Overcast, ch. 5: Towered

Agent Keller knew he was in trouble.  Despite his smile and calm, relaxed demeanor, things had quickly spiraled out of control.  “Seriously, you guys have no idea how much trouble you’re getting yourselves into right now,” he said, sounding like he was simply talking to a group of friends, not captors.  His voice was as deep and rumbling as always, but it lacked the extra, intimidating edge he put into it while on the job.  Seated comfortably on the couch, one arm th...

From the Archives: Hidden Passages

*** Another oldie!  This is from 2017, shortly after starting the page. ***

Looking at the gorgeous man sleeping in bed next to me, it’s hard to think that this all started as a joke.  I didn’t think the book was real.  Why would I?  It still seems impossible that me writing some words down as a laugh would have ended up like this, but I’ve seen the results.  I live with the results every day, and still my brain can’t accept them as real.  ...

Rebound

Brandon groaned, his stomach dropping when the baggy joggers split down the back.  The elastic waist hung loose around his trim midsection, but the thighs and rear had finally been stretched beyond capacity.  The tattered, heather trousers had been his largest pair of pants, the result of an online order gone wrong that he’d been too lazy to return. They’d also been the last item of his original wardrobe to still fit, but, despite his frantic hopes, he’d outgrown even them. 2023-10-23 19:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post

From the Archives: Afterlife

“Hold the line!  I think this is the last of them,” Aric cried, a brawny arm flexing as he vaulted the nearby tombstone.  His mud-slick boots slammed into a rotting chest, staggering the zombie long enough for his gleaming sword to swing around and finish it off.  The enchanted blade had cost a small treasury, draining a month’s worth of loot that the russet-haired adventurer had purloined during countless hours of dungeon diving.  Gold, gems, antiques; he’d traded...

Better Than One (vignette)

“Rise and shine, fellas!”

“Mmm…come on, man,” Sebastian groaned at the squeaky voice, one eye reluctantly drifting open.  He winced at the bright morning sun filtering in through the open windows, their numerous presence making the slatted walls of the small structure almost pointless.  The air was as warm and perfect as always, and the gentle crashing of the nearby surf was drowned out by Rich’s heavy breathing in his ear.  The groggy, dark-haired man yawned ...

Unlocked

*** This was posted as a vignette a few months ago, but I'm putting it up for everyone while I get back up and running. ***

Alex shivered, his smooth skin breaking out in goosebumps as the pulsing beam caused his athletic frame to tingle.  The fit brunette hadn’t felt anything at first, but after a few minutes under the strobing lights his body had begun to experience what he could only describe as an internal hum.  It was as if he’d been covered in cell phones ...

From the Archives: Clothes Make the Man

“Here’s a deposit for the spank bank!”  Kyle winced as Mike’s sweat-soaked briefs hit him in the face.  His hands already full with a stuffed hamper, the scrawny young man had no way of avoiding the bundle of soiled gym clothes that came hurtling out of the other man’s bedroom.  The naked, raven-haired hunk followed, a smug grin plastered across his chiseled face.  “Thanks, champ.  Drink it in,” Mike said, his voice dripping with condescension.  He ...

Overcast, ch. 4: No Place Like

The small Cape Cod certainly didn’t look menacing.  Nestled on an unassuming suburban street, with a tidy lawn and well-tended flowerbeds, there was nothing sinister, or even remarkable, about it.  The compact structure was no looming Victorian mansion with decaying arches and broken windows towering over a weed-infested walkway.  Storm clouds didn’t hover perpetually above a gabled roof, nor did eerie mists cling to the facade at all hours.  There were no skeletal tre...

Still Working...

...on the next Overcast.  I got halfway through it on Tuesday but I've been knocked out ever since because this COVID is not fucking around.  My trip got axed because of it, so I'll try to get up to speed ASAP.  

Stay safe out there, and, as always, thanks for reading and for the support! 

Blind Box: Told You So

“I’m not THAT drunk, dude,” Chad insisted, gesturing at the bare brick wall.  “It was right here!”

Tom put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  “Then where is it now,” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked from side-to-side.  Other than the typical mirrors, neon signs, and random ephemera peppering bar walls the world over, the space was entirely unremarkable.  “Doors don’t just disappear, man.”

“That’s.  Th...

Schedule Update

Hi Everyone,

Quick heads up - the schedule is going to be a little wonky around here for the next couple weeks.  It took three years but I finally manged to catch covid, which has me laid out pretty good at the moment, so the next Overcast chapter will be delayed.  Then I'm supposed to be going on a week long vacation as of Friday (hopefully, if I'm in the clear by then), so bear with me if things are a little all over the place.  

As always, thanks for reading and ...

From the Archives: Branded

Adam’s heart raced as he looked at the bright little box from FitWear.  Each cardboard panel was a different pastel shade, bearing the same color scheme as most of the luxury athleisure brand’s products.  Consisting mainly of simple workout gear and underwear, most people saw the trendy brand as nothing but a ripoff, but Adam had been trying for years to snag one of their coveted “ambassador” positions.  In addition to the clout that such a post would bring him, it also...

I Heard About Your Roommates

Connor paused the game, certain he’d misheard his friend.  They’d been in the middle of mowing down an alien horde, their usual nightly ritual, so it had taken a moment for Ian’s odd statement to register.  “Wait…what did you just say,” he asked, adjusting the volume on his headset for extra clarity.

Though they were on opposite coasts, the other man’s voice came through as if they shared the same room.  “Dude, why’d you pause it,” Ian responded, askin...

Shadow Work (vignette)

Dave felt foolish.  He was alone in the clearing, and his heart thundered in his chest, but there was nothing about the picturesque afternoon that should have been remotely anxiety-inducing.  The sun was bright, the early autumn air was warm yet unoppressive, the sky was a cloudless cerulean overhead, and birds cheerfully chirped as they flitted through the tall grasses and wildflowers that lined the rugged, rolling path in a rainbow patchwork.  The wiry young man’s heart rac...

From the Archives: Stargazing

Drew looked around the open field, feeling a bit like they were lost at sea.  The emerald blanket stretched off to the limits of his vision in every direction, the rolling foothills gently swelling like a calm surf.  Unlike the ocean, the only blue in sight loomed above them, an unmarred cerulean ceiling whose only blemish was the blazing yellow midday sun.  The heat was punishing, the humidity oppressive, making Drew wonder if a desert would be a more apt comparison.  He ...

Short End

“Hey man, you, uh, got a second?”

Tom took a deep breath and rolled his eyes before looking away from the screen, the reaction surprising him.  It wasn’t the frustration that caught him off guard, but the very fact that “frustration” was the primary emotion in the first place.  Seeing Chad’s naked, sculpted frame standing at the threshold of his room should have sparked an entirely different response, especially the long, thick log that pointed eagerly in Tom’s d...

Overcast, ch. 3: Minor Contributions

Craig looked down at the faint outline of his abs, the firm midsection a cauldron of bubbling, conflicting emotions.  On the one hand, he was thrilled.  The channels of definition weren’t overly deep, and the budding washboard was still well within the single digits, but it was still more progress than he’d made in years.  And it happened in a single night.  The smooth, pale skin of his flat midsection had been soft and shapeless the day before, just like the modest pe...

From the Archives - Fir Hollow, ch. 5: The Lot

Mickey cursed under his breath as the car sped past.  It disappeared around a bend in the road, ignoring his outstretched thumb entirely.  He was exhausted.  He’d been hoofing it through the darkness for miles, his lungs burning as he trudged up the mountain road’s deceptive incline.  Even for someone in better shape the trek would have been a challenge, and at no point during his thirty five years had Mickey ever been considered athletically gifted.  A coating of...