Chet’s Cum‑Crusted Chronicles 💦

I recently earned my Author 50 badge—thank you, hold your applause—and figured it was the perfect time to start linking to my stories here. Most of them are explicitly connected: anchored in the 1920s, then jumping to the 1960s–1980s, with occasional flashbacks to other eras. A few others are secretly connected, but shhh… those links haven’t been fully revealed yet. 🤫

Readers seem to like my witty banter, historical realism, and—let’s be honest about why we’re really here—hot, messy sex.

To celebrate Thanksgiving, I’ll kick things off with my most popular story, set in mid-November 2024: Bad Medicine. It’s a sex comedy with a whiff of the supernatural, inspired by—of all things—a real-life license plate. Are any of these modern-day characters connected to my historical storyverse? 🤔 Pay attention, and maybe you’ll find the clues!

Be sure to let me know what catches your eye, or any other body parts. 😏 Happy reading!

Chapter 1: January 1st, 1926 is where it all began for me as a writer of smut. I tried my best to provide historical accuracy and embody the zeitgeist of the 1920s, with one major exception: women strove to present a boyish, athletic figure—flat chests and narrow hips—but my ladies have ample bosoms that they don’t mind showing off while they’re sucking dick in the broom closet during a New Year’s Eve party.

There are currently 20 more chapters of my series All That Jizz available, which should give you time to catch up on your reading before I wrap up the series with the final few chapters. 😅 And who knows—if you leave a comment telling me what you liked, you may just influence what happens before we bid adieu to 1926!

Many people think pee play is just plain gross, which I can understand. But I have to tell you, writing these stories has actually helped me overcome a big hangup in my life. I used to have trouble peeing in a public restroom because—I’m not exactly sure? Was I worried that somebody would see how small my penis is when it’s flaccid? (It essentially quadruples in length when it gets hard.) I always had to use a private stall instead of a semi-public urinal. But once I became a prolific author of piss porn, my attitude changed. My piss is awesome! None of these other jokers are as comfortable with piss as I am! Whip it out, let it fly! You could say it was self-help therapee, har har.

Lake Ossipee (Part 1 of 3) is my first story about young Cassie McDougal, whose grandmother Julia features prominently in my series set in 1926. Cassie discovers a desire for pee she never suspected, but the story is about much more than that. Center Ossipee is a real town, near Ossipee Lake—I misremembered the name as Lake Ossipee and decided I liked it better my way—and I made the geographic details as accurate as possible. Charlie Pratt is a composite of every old geezer I remember from childhood, calling soda pop “tonic” in a voice simultaneously gruff and kindly. I thoroughly enjoyed writing Charlie’s New Hampshire Yankee dialect as well as Kevin's Canadian pronunciations.

So even if watersports isn’t your thing, you might enjoy reading this story for the characters and setting. Part 1 has no sex, just bare titties, but Cassie will do a lot of exploration before the summer ends. Please let me know what you think!

Spiked! is my entry in the Advent story competition for December 2025. I don't usually participate in the competitions, but this seemed like a great way to publish a bunch of short, true vignettes that are kinda sexy but wouldn't make for compelling episodes in my True Micros! series on their own.

In real life, I had a girlfriend this year, on and off multiple times. A smart, fun, cute Canadian redhead. She's never shied away from her sexuality, and this story captures a lot of the sexy stuff she's told me from her past. We still hang out and run errands and watch TV together, but our sexual connection might finally have ended. If so, these stories will be all the more special to me as time passes. If you enjoy Spiked!, I hope you'll give it a Like and/or Favorite and/or Comment and let me know. I don't care about placing in the competition; I just hope a few readers will find her stories as hot as I do!

#7: Cleanup on Aisle 32E is the latest installment in my True Micros! series, and it seems to be a hit! The first reader comment was “Filthy, dirty perfection. 😈❤️”

As indicated in the previous post, the events described in these microfiction stories—100 words, 100% true!—all took place with my on-again, off-again girlfriend this year. We really did exchange all this spicy banter while we were performing these various sexual activities. Sometimes it turned out great, and sometimes it ended in disappointment, but whether comedy or tragedy or romance, things were always interesting.

I have five more installments ready to publish and will submit those during the remainder of December. I hope you enjoy reading all of them, and please give me a shout-out in the comments if you have a particular favorite!

The Bone Zone: August 29, 1987 is the rollicking first chapter in my series Cassie+Kevin in ‘87: The Lake Ossipee Saga. Cougar Cassie and her Canadian husband Kevin are invited to a semi-secret strip club by Cassie’s former student, Tawny Kuntzler—“It’s pronounced Koontzler, asshole.” Yes, this is the same Cassie who discovered her pee fetish in 1968, but this later series has absolutely NO pee play.

One reader commented “Fucking amazing- loved all the period details from the grape Bubblicious to the Silly String, and the stripper music sets were right on.” If you like your humor dry and your pants wet, I hope you’ll give it a read and leave a comment!

Norðurljosið (The Northern Lights) is my entry into last year’s Festive Flash competition, set on the night of the Winter Solstice. It was my first story to feature absolutely no penises or cumshots—can you believe it? Hvaða rusl! What rubbish!

I tend to fall deep into a new hobby or obsession, and in 2016-17 I was teaching myself to read/speak Icelandic, took multiple trips to Iceland, and was the number one superfan of an Icelandic player on the local women’s soccer team.

Now, in truth, if our heroine Annika had a stopover of only one night in Iceland, she’d stay in the village of Keflavík near the airport, and there isn’t a forest nearby; tree roots have a hard time gaining purchase in the rocky volcanic soil and whipping winds. If you’ll overlook this incongruity—which wouldn’t have occurred to you until I mentioned it—I invite you to spend a long winter’s night in Ísland and witness the magic and wonder for yourself!

Chapter 2: February 10th, 1926 of my series All That Jizz has received more views than any of my other stories. 🤔 This is partly due to longevity, of course, but I assume that the action must be a key factor as well—Delilah turns her 20th anniversary dinner with Harvey into a surprise threesome with Harvey’s young and handsome teaching assistant Lloyd, eventually convincing each man to lick the other man’s cum off her body. Give it a read and let me know what you think!

Say what you will about AI artwork, but I absolutely loved this image when I created it. I had no idea I could fall so hard for a girl with such a flat chest. 😅 And that’s not lemonade, folks. Lake Ossipee (Part 2 of 3) follows Cassie’s sexual exploration as she gets more intimate with her new boyfriend Kevin, while teasing and pleasing old man Charlie Pratt, who has a secret to tell about Cassie’s grandmother Julia. If you agree with the reader who commented “Cassie is having a lot of fun this summer! The pissing is so hot”, won’t you be a dear and let me know?

To avoid ruffling its feathers, a bird must face into the wind.

As it seems there’s nothing new being published on Lush for a few days, it’s a perfect time for you to go into the archives and read În Vânt (Into The Wind), a flashback to 1892 which was published exactly one year ago, on the final day of 2024.

În Vânt is my only Recommended Read to this point, which of course means it has one of the lowest scores (Likes + Favorites) of all my stories, ranking #50 out of 57. 🙄😆 Meticulously planned and researched, it can be read as a standalone story or as an appetizer for my series All That Jizz, which happens to begin on New Year’s Eve 1926, exactly 100 years ago from tonight. (I did the math for you—you’re welcome.) If you enjoy realistic historical porn with a plot, I would be honored if you gave it a read and let me know what you think.

Bottoms up! The Loosh-Dee-Boosh: August 30, 1987 is the ass-guzzling second chapter of Cassie+Kevin in ‘87: The Lake Ossipee Saga. Cougar Cassie and her husband Kevin continue the night mixing cocktails, pun intended, with the four amateur strippers at The Bone Zone. Definitely look at the story tags before reading this one! 🤢😁

Chapter 3: March 17th, 1926 of my series All That Jizz introduces Miss Julia Culligan, who was supposed to be a sidekick—Daphne’s friend who drops in for a couple of episodes—and ended up dominating the series. Crediting the stories starring her future granddaughter, Cassie McDougal, to Julia’s account gives Julia bragging rights for another 20+ of my stories. This was my first story using the “redhead” story tag, and now I can’t stop! 🧡

ETA? is my latest (and final?) micro starring my real-life ex-gf, but this one is NOT a true story. She is moving out of town one week from today, and I am helping move her stuff, and she is sleeping at my place the night before she leaves, and there is a [mild spoiler] event at a local sex club that night, but I do not anticipate that what actually happens next week will be worthy of a story on Lush. Let me know what you think; do you prefer my True Micros! or this agonizing fiction that’s based on my overactive imagination?