Story coming this week (Patreon)

It's hot as hell and 24 pages in Word.  My hope is that you all like it so much that I can crowdfund some extra cash and get my boy BigBerserk to illustrate it...and perhaps those illustrations could be a Patreon exclusive, mm?

Here's how it starts:

The door made an unusual noise when it opened: a low, dull note that tapered off into a whisper, like an exhale. The first thing Dylan Crabtree thought when he heard it was that it sounded like a deep voice making a sex moan. It stopped him in his tracks, and he turned to look at the door’s old wooden frame before proceeding down into the store.

Old wood led to more old wood: the floor, the walls, and the fixtures. The boards creaked softly under Dylan’s Air Jordans as he surveyed the space, running his fingers over a stack of folded shirts, then stopping to look at himself in a mirror with a sigh. Stupid teenaged skin. He kept breaking out lately and couldn’t figure out why. Maybe the pool water was drying him out.

Another set of floor creaks announced that he wasn’t alone. Nobody was going to sneak up on you in here, that was for sure. Dylan turned and his too-cool teenage facade cracked for just a moment at the sight of the person approaching him: a mountainous blond man with a beard so thick it hid his face like a mask. He was Dylan’s height, but far broader, with massive shoulders that seemed to start at his ears, and a chest so bulbous his dark green necktie was wedged between his pectorals. The knot of his tie was straight and conical, but the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt were rolled up to expose beefy forearms. The only way Dylan could tell the man was an employee was the tape measure that hung around his neck.

“Afternoon,” the man said in a gravelly voice.