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A comic whose name does not exist, AKA the Marty Comic
🕑 Added 2024-05-15 11:27:59 +0000 UTCTook a bit of time for this update but I hope you enjoy it. So. Chapter 1 is complete as far as an outline. I'll post it below now. I'll also be posting some art tomorrow!
SCENE 1
4pm Saturday (overtime), Marty finishes up final designs on an outdoor parking garage (yay fun...-_-).
He's dapper and well-dressed, while still exuding some fancy lad energy.
He's dressing the part of a professional.
Marty, about to hit 30, realizes he has zoomed past the last 5 years entirely preoccupied with his career.
He hands in the work and takes a moment at his desk, noticing how barren it seems.
Glancing over to the other desks, he notices photo frames, children's drawings, notes, gifts - evidence of family and friends.
Marty reflects subtly on his life through imagery without over-emphasizing his feelings about his own life and "family".
His mind drifts to the past when he spent a tumultuous time being very gay and having a lot of fun with his 3 best pals.
Time had pilfered his social circle until it was replaced with acquaintances, co-workers, and well-wishers.
Though on good terms with his family, he's always been quiet when alone on his own terms. His home and life have become facsimiles of an IKEA magazine.
Marty pops open his phone digging into the cloud and scrolls back dozens of months.
The screen pulses a dim grayness as family BBQs, staycations, food photos, and architectural references flood the screen as he zips past those recent moments.
As he thumbs his way backward through time, his screen shifts its tone as the gray days turn into vibrant nights filled with neon lights and racy outfits.
Marty flushes with embarrassment tinged with lust as an ongoing stream of personal smut: erotic outfits and filthy dick pics take over.
Rushing past all the personal amateur porn he finally hits a "clean" spot - a gray day at a grassy-sandy New England style beach where himself Mu and Taylor beam excitedly at the camera.
Even Jesse was there smiling. "Jesse..."
Due to his parents' inability or refusal to use text, and his company's insistence on calls only (it's not professional to text a client!) Marty calls up Jesse and lets it ring, his mind wandering, reflecting; he hadn't realized how often it had rung and hung up immediately.
He hangs up and calls Taylor as he had just noticed him recently pop up on his Instagram; they had met last year but only briefly at a function where their jobs intersected.
Taylor picks up immediately and their conversation goes as excitedly, overly friendly, and gay as you can imagine (finely crafted gay dialog goes here).
Taylor insists they meet up now as he's downtown where the company headquarters had moved from the outskirts after being purchased and merged with another company.
Marty accepts a meeting at a local coffee shop as he knows he won't be able to deny an ever-energetic Taylor.
Being swept up in the moment, Marty tidies up and steps out of the office, closing it behind him (he's a big boy now!).
From inside the dark office, we see Marty saunter into the elevator with a jaunty step - visuals intended to show that life with his old friends is brightening anew.
Scene 2
Going to break this up a little as I need to portion this so my mind can fit around it. Here are key components to touch for the conversation with Taylor.
Mood
I don't want to belabor the bittersweetness because it shouldn't crowd the general mood, this should be like meeting with old friend and genuinely feel comforting but it's also important that there are distant clouds rumbling from time to time to keep the moment from being saccharine. So to that effort I will need to tread carefully
We can jump directly to Marty pulling a chair up to Taylor or have them in line meeting in queue for coffee, or establish the hell out of the area first. I am quite frankly unsure of the process at this point, my knee jerk reaction is to simply plop marty down right in front of Taylor with the tight film editing treatment. No reason to extend this unless I have a reason to.
I do have this overarching theme of clouds\grayness that I intend to make a theme to the story. Both visually, thematically and emotionally. Not in the sense of it being entirely bad, there is joy to be had on a cloudy day if the right people are around, those moment that are notable are often the ones more cherished so it's not a immediate bad mood thing in my mind. I'll have to play with that. I'm fine with adding cloud, rain, fog motif here and there to sort of lightly pepper it conceptually. That even as life goes on and the color fades somewhat, a joy in those moments can still be found, the color of youth is never to return as vibrant as it did but the life you possess now and how you manage it and who you make part of the lifetime that remains can color the greyest days with vibrant memories, yad-dah, you get it.
With that when Marty sits down, as mentioned there should be a tug of conflict about Jesse, a well known point of conflict amongst the friends if only subtly as a hum, murmur, the rest where never directly aware of but always understood was an underpinning to Marty and Jesse's relationship. I think that can be accomplished by having Taylor note and briefly comment indirectly without naming names, ("been in contact with old friends I see") sort of side stepping stead of directly naming names. Taylor may be a party boy but as an expert socializer knows to test the waters and broach sore subjects indirectly while still being a gossipy bitch who likes to pry of course.
I need to outline about 6 major subjects to cover and intertwine those, perhaps with a bit of distraction from time to time, a dropped glass (though cliche), a loud homeless person asking people for money at each table, etc... Some external factors to help navigate the subject and not just have them pipe up with "what about subject X" sort of thing. It's very important to me that this conversation seems naturalistic, paced, and organic.
I think some moments of quiet, a conversation ends and lingers, Marty hums to himself pensively and observes the gloom outside. Maybe Taylor fiddles with his phone, or plays with a finger ring on his wedding finger, though Taylor would have many rings on each finger, i think poking some subtle hints of either current or past marriage or engagement is enticing and can be kept to the more observant reader.
Mu should be a major initial subject to the conversation as his life has been an open book, Easy going, sharing his life on socials like a normie, updating his work socials. He's left an easy to follow trail that they've kept up with so it would be more discussing the things they've seen him been up to.
I paint this out like they haven't really being seeing each other. But really this is just more of how adulthood sections off how you interact with friends and is no longer a big meetup with multiple people and more of this sort of haphazard, by chance meeting, one to one sort of affair.
For Mu, it's clear hes been busy and traveling a lot, perhaps as a photographer, or maybe he hooke dup with some rich person and is living the high life, I see him getting involved with live promotions, that sort of thing. Sort of swept up from one job to another, similar to Factotum but without all the depressing elements of that book.
So from them sharing what they've seen and their last encounters with Mu, a good spirited conversation can follow, couching any sort of grayness at the start. Even maybe a little of gossiping and dirty talk about Mu's legendary giant cock.
From there it should likely lead into Taylor prying into Mart's life whom is rather tight lipped, not in any real evasive way, he just has very few things to reveal, it's hard to juice up a architect workaholics life and the reality is Marty doesn't really have much to say beyond the few moments he's had with Mu, Taylor in the past and the tumultuous moments with Jesse
Taylor asks if he still crossdresses, specifically be cause Taylor notices he's gone rather dapper and isn't as brazen with his feminine side as he used to be. This is a good moment for marty to flash to his moments at home alone dressing for himself and pleasuring himself before falling asleep. Marty shares hes still into that sort of thing but hasn't had much time but to do it alone when hes feeling frisky.
Taylor pries further, and Marty reveals that he is in fact still doing hookups but its that sort of short lived sort of affair where its clear that although the sexual components are hitting from time to time, that there is so much missing from those experiences that the energy it takes to line up a new hookup makes the process obnoxious and taxing, limiting Marty's chances to fuck.
At this point Taylor offers to fuck him if hes been missing a good once over and reaches over and grabs a handful of his dick. Marty blushes from this brazen and frankly what should be an expected act from his friend Taylor. Marty grows from the humiliation but Taylor relinquishes his grasp seeing how Marty seems to have reverted a bit in his public perversions.
Taylor comments how curious it is that Marty's sort of slipped a bit in the closet with the fem\crossdressing. Taylor makes a general commentary how these youngins now are presenting public as female presenting males and how its become rather normalized in the more liberal circles, including fashion, movie stars and in general as far as sex workers go. No longer really a hidden secret, society seems to have embraced openly lusting feminine presenting males. (Im avoiding the term femboy because I'm not sure exactly how I want that to fit in all of this, sort of like avoiding using the word zombie in zombie movies, I'd like to keep this world detached somewhat to modern terminology but I don't want to obfuscate either so we will have to see where this sits int he grand scheme of things)
Marty reveals really it seems that things never clicked with anyone so it's just been an uphill battle. Taylor takes this opportunity to pry a little more "IF only some frisky Lion boy was there in your life to keep things fun, winky face"
Marty ignores the comment. Taylor forever giving Marty a way out but still being interested.
At this point Marty takes the opportunity to point either the ring on his finger, or a buzz\flash of his phone notification goes off for the 5th or so time.
Marty makes a bit of a snarky comment about Taylor fucking lions boys if he's so intrigued as he seems to have a line of suitors as usual, in reference to the incessant notifications on his phone. "Dont even try to pretend thats work unless you boss is showing you his 8 inch dick on the weekend".
Taylor would deflect by making a light joke about it very much possibly is his bosses dick but in this case it,s a random Grindr pop up. Taylor informs Marty that his account basically becomes a lighting bolt when he's downtown with all the married men working over time looking for ass while having cover from being away from the wife and kids. He turns off notifications but takes the time to explain his current relation\romantic liaison.
ADDENDUM based on Brandons Notes from the start of the meeting at the coffee shop.
Taylor sits comfortably at the coffee shop as he scrolls Gwindur for tail. He glances over briefly and catches marty fussing with the door and seeming like a bit of a spaz as always.
Taylor notices immediately how over dressed Marty seems, and how he has been covering himself more and more over the years.
Taylor isn't so much judgemental but does chuckle to himself as he remembers the more lurid times they had spent together when younger. It's almost as though he's reverted back from his crossdressing awakening.
Taylor glances over a notification on his phone from Gwindur and notices Jessee blip on, briefly and disappear as though that means hes any less gay for checking. Clearly attempting to avoid still being called out by coworkers and family members as gay. Tut tut.
Though Taylor himself has acquired a more button down look, it is barely what you would call understated as his career in social marketing has allowed him to retain his usual exuberant self expression and has made him a popular go to for approaching the coveted Zoomer market.
Taylor flicks up the Gwindur app with his finger and takes a sip of his drink, doing so as seductively as he has subconsciously trained himself to be through the years, really not even aware of it anymore.
Marty drifts over the the order line, and taylor mouths his predictable order, Large, white mocha, half sweet, no whip.
In another universe Taylor would have been a professional tea leaf reader but for coffee orders, assessing those based on their orders and how they drink it.
But at this time, Taylor can only read what he sees, a friend whose frozen in time and no longer willing to take risks.
Distracted by his thoughts, Marty slides his tray in and starts the dialog
SCENE 3
At this juncture it would be okay I think to jump over to Jesse working a go nowhere job at Clippy (think Staples).
Dark page lightens to reveal Jesse pulling out a box from the cameras perspective and laying it down.
A coworker barks at him about some issue with the SKU numbering from last week and Jesse dismissively waves him off and tells him hes about to take his break,
Finding a moment to himself he dips out the back and lights a cigarette, still old fashioned, vapes be damned.
He opens his phone and turns off airplane mode, as he does behind him is an employee placard stating all phones are to be set to airplane mode during working hours.
He logs in to Gwindur to find Taylor logged and active, he quickly closes the app and forces quits it so he drops out of visibility.
Annoyed he puffs out a long held cloud of nicotine and lets its sizzle inside his brain as his body releases itself, his arms sagging on this knees, he stares out into the desolate parking lot of the multi store plaza. Another saturday at the big box store...
(Not sure how to go at this, I want this to be poignant and fully depressive, but definitely channel Dinner in America vibe)
Jesse cracks open his phone again and repeats Marty's action at the office, scrolling through history of bleak, gray photos, eventually his photos merging closer to the ones Marty scrolled through until they are both in the same photos.
NEW SECTION (Forgot to connect the scene with Jesse with the BDAY party)
Suddenly his screen lights up with a missed called notification from Marty, his thumb hovers over the reply button but his hand goes slack, not ready to respond yet.
Jesse takes another drag of his cig, amd puts his phone facing down, and blows out another load of nicotine exhausted smoke.
Jesse opens his screen to the phone app with the missed call notification from Marty, his thumb over the call button and--
A co-worker nags him to get back on his shift since he wants to eat.
Jesse flicks his smoke and lugs himself back into the store.
A shot from inside the store, wide, long, hollow.
Jesse walks down the hallways looking for trash or misplaced items and badly arranged displays.
He overhears a familiar feminine voice,that of a recent. His initial reaction is to turn around but instead decides to pretend to arrange a display from the opposite side of the shelving and eavesdrop.
He overhears her and her friends loudly chatting, then dropping the loudness of their voice.
"Yeah, shh, I think he still works here."
"What really, isn't he in his 30's?"
"I mean, he's cute and has a good bod I could excuse dead end job, but the guy couldn't stay hard for longer than a few minutes."
"Haha OMG really?! Poor guy."
"Yeah, I think the only time he came was during anal while we watched mens figure skating..."
"no way...He's gay?"
She picks up a 8 balls meant as a executive decoration and shake it up and reveals the bottom and immediately start cackling.
"Hey lets talk about something else, he could be lurking around"
Jesse freezes and strolls away from the area hoping to not be noticed.
The girls wander off and Jesse returns to where they had been gossiping.
He looks at the 8 balls and it reads "Signs point to yes"
he shakes the 8 ball and turns it over putting it back with the others, letting out a deep sigh and moving on with his duties.
SCENE 4 (Cut for now)
The smoke dissipates into vapors and transforms into clouds of haze.
Mu, intermixed with a crowd of club going raver types trash around as Mu chills amongst the chaos.
A girl runs up to Mu from the misty laser light show haze.
"Hey Mu, I heard your dicks is super fucking huge!!!!" She looks back to her friends laughing, in hysterics over daring their friend.
"Yeah! 12...I think? Wanna see it?"
The girl looks down to Mu's massive cock, semi soft, shape outlined by his cargo shorts. Her eyes bulge out in shock and mild arousal.
Mu is elbowed by a yes as unknown character. "Come on..." she lets out mildly exasperated.
My shrugs hands up, gesturing. "What?! She asked?!"
The stranger responds "Not in public, and not at work, we talked about this!"
Mu gives a dorky whoops expression and the mist swallows the scene, lights flashing, Green, Red, Yellow...Yellow...Yellow.
SCENE 5
Marty, groceries in one hand, daydreaming as he waits at a cross light, the light sprinkling has covered the streets with a textured sheen.
His eyes lost in the amber glow, a face in the light, a lions mane...
A man wearing a thick woolen hoodie stinking of (you know the kind pot smokers wear) bumps into Marty snapping him from his reverie.
He looks over annoyed, the man is accompanied with a friend, and glances over the street mid conversation.
For a moment he thought it was Jesse...Why would he care if it was anyway...
Jesse has his plans and Marty has his.
marty lifts up his grocery bag and looks at the pint of icecream.
"It just you and me now buddy"
Marty smirks in a genuine but mildly depressing way.
He notices the light change and skips over across the street.
Panning up to the city skyline, Taylor's apartment in the upper floors of a posh yet still affordable neighborhood.
The lights from the window flash, and pulsate again, rainbow in hue.
SCENE 6 (This scene is HIGHLY EXPERIMENTAL)
Taylor's Condo.
Taylor, in a darkened livingroom, actively playing a multiplayer game, bluetooth earphones on.
As he wiggles around you can hear moaning that isn't his.
As more scene is revealed, it seems that Taylor has been sitting on the lap of a rather large bear who had been sitting motionless, allowing Taylor's gyration to stimulate him, it is unclear if he is naked, or there is penetration, but whatever Taylor is doing the bear likes.
Taylor cuts through the moans as he replies to an unheard question."Benni? Oh yeah he's still here, being the old couch potato he always is."
Taylor grins and looks back over his shoulder seductively, smirking.
"Oh yeah he's still Married"
Taylor flicks up his left ring fingers and smirks, its paired with a few other. Clearly trophies.
Benni, blushes, his face matted in sweat and lust. Hands gripped to the sides of the couch as Taylor continues to gyrate and play games. Benni's hands missing a wedding ring\visible imprint of missing ring.
"Hey listen it's not my fault I'm a magnet for married men. I didn't CHOOSE to be the perfect Daddy's girl...", Taylor savors the last bit of sentence, glancing back to Benni who is visibly now cumming either inside Taylor or onto himself it is unclear still. Benni lets out several moans.
Taylor smiles a smugly, this is too easy.
The tv lets out a "Headshot!" from the announcer reminding Taylor --
"Hey...That better not be in my hair..." he looks over his shoulder, Benni finding composure shrugging, shaking his head.
-- "Hmm what? Talking to Benni..." Taylor leans forward taking the weight off of Benni and showing him to go shower.
He lumbers off into a dim hallway, as he does another stranger walks past him, open bathrobe and sleepily meanders to the kitchen space, having just woken up.
"Shit!!!"
Taylor's team just lost the match.
"This is bullshit, no it's not cause I'm fucking during gaming. NO! I told you it makes me better!?? K- Whatever. I have to take care of things anyway. No, you are the one that is gay. Yes. Hahah. bye!"
Taylor leans forward on all fours to turn off the console, his tail wagging excitedly, always in the need for stimulation.
He throws himself back into his sectional sofa, a mass of pillows and (furs, we'll have to figure out what the ramifications of this means in another lifetime).
The new stranger is now fixing themselves a coffee and drinking it groggily in the backdrop of the open concept condo.
Taylor terminally online, flips his phone open to do whatever it is you do the second you turn it on and. In Taylor case it's to get an endorphin rush from being sexually desired on Gwindur, he checks his notifications and sees Jessee pop up again briefly and pop off again.
As Taylor fiddles with his phone the new occupant meanders over to Taylor and kneels in front of him, pulling out his penis and sucks his cock, all while Taylor never acknowledging the sex act.
Taylor tuts to himself, but is also reminded of the conversation with Marty earlier that day.
MINI SCENE 7 (flash back, thought bubble)
This section will be a recap and outline of the general concept of the conversation earlier and outline the next 6 chapters in general ways by mentioning the following things.
Could be as simple as quotable snippets of their conversations key points.
Marty's on and off with Jesse
Mu's status as potentially taken and impossible to pin down
Marty's Birthday party (Next weekend) at a marina with a two day stay
over at his parents beach house
SCENE 8
Marty, knuckle deep in his icecream watching home repair reality tv in his antiseptic home, grays, tans, teals, straight angles, brushed steel, flat shades.
Curiously, wearing a heavy wool hoodie similar to the one the man wore earlier, ill fitting and oversized, clearly belonging to someone else (Jesse).
His phone rings and he absent mindedly wipes his mouth with the sleeve, as though hes regressed back into his teen years.
His hands maze their way through the way to heavy and long sleeves to finally peek out and snag his phone. It's Taylor.
He mutes his tv and accepts the call.
"HEEY GURRRL", Taylor cackles. Marty pulls his phone from his ear briefly.
"Hey! So?!"
"So?! I should be saying that to you...mmf"
"Saying what? Mmf?"
"--No. I mean, we doing this birthday boy? We gonna get you som Lion Dick for your birthday!"
Marty blushing immediately, stiffening up, pulling his fee in sitting indian style, and looking down at his clothes, a obvious Jesse hoodie classic.
"Come on don't pretend you don't miss that prince albert tickling those tonsils" Taylor cackles again.
"Jeeze Taylor, I forgot how--"
"Ouch not so hard!" Taylor blurts out indirectly
"What was that? Are you...fucking right now?"
"Not for long if this naughty little boy doesn't learn to use his tongue"
"...Mhmm...You where saying" Marty retorts unimpressed yet a bit jealous
"Just saw your boy pop up on Gwindur, didn't you call him? earlier today? No response? We doing the Marina or what? Let's get...--yeah like that...Uh.. The crew back together!!!"
Marty checks his phones notifications, finds no response from Jesse. Had forgotten and even learned long ago to stop waiting for a response from him so never occurred to follow up.
"God I hate this, ph---nope nothing. No calls..."
"Well...If i see his little ass and bigly dick show up on Gwindur again I'll let him know to shuffle on over pants down in your direction. You owe him a spanking"
Marty blushes...Spanking Jesse, he would never allow it, so why is it suddenly all he wanted to do to that sob...
"Oh fuck...--Uhh. Marty? I gotta go for a bit--"
"Un hun--"
"Toodles! (quiet) .......ok..now hold it there while i--"
Taylor finally hangs up.
Marty face still mildly flushed from all the pure sexual energy Taylor regularly exudes.
He flips over to the notification app on his phone and flops face first on the couch beside him.
SCENE 8 - Continued
Stretches out in his lofty apartment.
Having dressed up in stockings and the old femboy standards he stretches out his freshly shaved legs clad in thigh highs, a little more fat than usual bulge at the socks elastic cutoff.
He pokes at his fat but still despite being a little pudgier than in his youth sticks out his legs and stretches out his toes admiring his legs
"still got it" Marty hums to himself
He tugs the socks up over the thigh fat and admires some more.
He glances over to his phone...
Hesitates, finishes his wine in a gulp
Grabs his phone and takes a few snapshots.
His dick grows hard as he continues to indulge in a bit of self love, finally his erection pokes out of his pants without noticing.
Drunk, brazen and a little drunk, he decides that if Jesse is going to ignore him he's going to see what he's missing out on.
He select the best one of the bunch, the light of the tv giving a nice shape to his legs.
He submits it with a "Hey grumpy pants, miss these?"
Only to immediately notice that the one image he sent has his penis poking out of his panties...A little more saucyness than he intended.
Marty panick trying to unsubmit.
His face beet red attempts, cussing under his breath.
Amidst fussing over his phone it rings, Jesse's face appears "ButtLord",
Marty freaks and puts the phone beside him on the sofa cushion.
Then puts a cushion on the phone.
"fuck"
