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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 th...

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 sk...

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.&nb...

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 anoth...

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 se...

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, ...

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 memor...

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. &nbs...

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 hu...

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 wo...

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 tale...

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 se...

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...

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 t...

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: 2020-04-26 18:04:17 +0000 UTC View Post

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...

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 ...

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 storie...

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 ...

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 kn...

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 ...

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 straini...

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 sh...

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...

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 h...

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 an...

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 ...

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 lo...