Well, I suppose I ought to have an author thread on here.
I’ve got a lot of stories I’d like to write, though I’m focused on finishing Ollie’s Journal right now. Rarely have I been so happy with how a story is progressing. Ollie and Anson are so real to me, as are the other characters. Hell, I have two sequel ideas!
Suggestions for things to happen are also welcome.
I’d love to discuss stuff about the story and its universe, among other things (kinks, story premises, tropes, etc.) with you guys, too. So let’s get to it, I guess. 
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I’m all in, Trav! I’m working on Season Three of POLLINATION. The first book just dropped.
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I remember reading O’s comic adaptation of that when I first got into muscle erotica almost 20 years ago! I’ll have to look into it sometime. I have the first Pholus book around here somewhere…
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I wrote PHOLUS right after POLL book 2. Now I’m four PHOLUS novels in…
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I wish I had enough medication to have that sort of attention span. 
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It’s the pot – it makes me all creative.
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Very nice. I’ve had more than a few good ideas while pretty high.
But sadly, I can’t do that right now. I’m stuck in a year-long job hunt with not a single reply and no end in sight. If by some miracle I get hired, I don’t want to be disqualified if they drug test.
I remember when I first started teaching, new teachers had to do it by a certain date. I was a late hire, so had no time to “clean out” – so I thought, there’s go this job.
I passed – which shocked me until someone explained it was a batch test, so they only test a certain number and if they pass, the whole batch does. It’s cheaper that way.
I was so glad.
A coworker at my last job told me about some drink that flushes the THC or whatever out of your system in two days, IIRC?
Still, dang, you lucked out!
Chapter Two of Ollie’s Journal should be arriving tomorrow, if not the next day! Let’s have a sneak peek!
“Listen, Carly may be dumb, she might stuff her bra to seem chestier than she really is, and according to rumor she displays certain kleptomaniac tendencies, but…” I paused for effect. “But… uh… Yeah, no, that- that just about sums up Carly Mills.”
“You forgot the part where she just wants to fuck me,” Anson muttered.
“Anson Raymond Teague, you watch your mouth!” Gabriel snapped.
I blinked in surprise. Drew’s middle name stuck!
“Sorry, Papa!” Anson winced and instinctively went to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. However, his bicep was simply too big now for that to happen. The movement of his forearm straining against his bicep was a vision right out of one of my wet dreams. Our meeting in the locker room the other day flashed in my mind and I got all flushed. Anson grinned cockily when he noticed. He adjusted to properly flex his bicep, letting the muscle form a peak the likes of which put every other athlete at Gerald Landry High School to shame. “You sure you don’t wanna come over, man?”
Devious prick.
“M-Maybe I could stay… f-for a little while at least,” I stammered. This was a risk… but one I was willing to take for a chance to cop a feel.
I am seventeen and spitting in my hand coupled with Firefox Incognito mode only goes so far. I was weak. I am weak.
“I’m glad you came around!” Anson said as if he hadn’t just blackmailed me with his perfect body. “We’re gonna have fun!”
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Sorry, guys. I wanted to get the next chapter out today- er, yesterday now… (When did that happen?!) Alas, I’m still waiting to hear back from a couple beta readers. I’m also seeding a few things into the text for later. In mapping Ollie and Anson’s surrounding neighborhood, I had a lot of fun speculating about what’s going on with the neighbors. One dark horse leapt to the front and… well, to say any more would spoil what’s coming! 
Anyway, I’m going away to gay camp for the weekend to frolic, fornicate, and get high. Later, folks~
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Well, it’s up now! And whew, that was a long one. Might curtail Chapter Three just a bit…
Update: I am, as of about a week ago, medicated.
Chapter Three is very close to being done. I just need to finish off the final section and do some polishing. It’s even longer than Chapter Two. I’m enjoying this story so much that it just keeps coming!
Here’s a snippet.
We spent the rest of the day playing hooky. It’s Friday anyway, so we figured it’d do no harm. I was careful to steer Anson away from Arylide River Metropark. I don’t want to be too close to the river if I can help it. Plus, after the RSD episode, I didn’t feel the need to tack on a coda regarding why I’m afraid of rivers any larger than a shallow creek.
Instead, we ended up at Fountain Bloom Park. Anson pulled his shirt off in the parking lot. Immediately, I was struck by just how big he is. I can write 315 pounds (he’s grown!) and it’s academic on paper here. But actually being right up close to the huge pecs, eight-pack abs, and his surprisingly eye-catching nipples is a whole ’nother can of worms. (I see his no-less-impressive arms on an almost-daily basis, so they aren’t as distracting to me.) I remembered seeing him naked in the locker room and swallowed heavily, drinking the sight in and trying to stay polite and not openly stare. He’s a person, not a hunk of meat. However, several appreciative whistles and a couple catcalls showed that not everyone has my sense of decorum and level of restraint. Anson cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable as he popped the trunk of Gabe’s SUV. I’ve noticed that he doesn’t mind solicited attention, but otherwise he’s a bit shy about being gawked at.
I didn’t dare touch him. There was no sense in making him feel more exposed. We’re just friends. Nothing is going to happen between us. I need to maintain perspective.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“Changing my shirt. I’ve got a tank top in here,” he replied. “Sleeves are annoying at my size unless I’m flexing out of them.”
And on that lovely mental image, I was fully erect. I remember thinking, “DUDE, COME ON, I’M TRYING NOT TO POP BONERS OVER YOU AND YOU SAY THAT ALL CASUAL-LIKE? FUCKER!”