The Dartos Saga ends with all the Dartos boys in happy relationships, but this last part is saved for Leo. He has discovered the pleasure of being fucked and uses all the dicks in the house, except one.
Whatever you do, don’t ask me to pronounce it. The eruption of the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajökull had a major effect on people’s lives, worldwide. All air traffic was immediately grounded due to safety fears, which meant that a lot of people were in the wrong place.
This story is loosely based on what happened to someone at my workplace. We had a visitor from our head office in Stockholm and he was due to fly back the day after everything was grounded. He ended up staying with somewhat from work, which stimulated my imagination and hence this story.
Interestingly, people were very helpful and this chap caught a train to Dover and managed to find someone who was heading back to Scandinavia and they gave him a lift.
This is the first of a short series about, you guessed it, being a tease. We all like a little teasing, don’t we? Especially some sexual teasing.
This was written before smartphones and laptops were essential equipment, the small pictures were shown on a grainy screen and computers were bulky machines. The clues in the writing are there as I imagined Sam having a flip phone and a tabletop computer in his bedroom. Those were the days.
The picture of the young man, I remember, was a webfind from many, many years ago. It was one of the first pictures of amateurs I came across and thinking of it, and who took, got my imagination working and this story came out of it.
Several years ago when I swapped laptops, I lost all my Screeve archives. This also meant that I lost some of my vignettes I put on the site.
If any of you dedicated readers have a copy of the following vignettes, I would really appreciate if you could email me a copy.
The full list of missing vignettes is:
Good Morning, Lover
A Fucking Pro
A Full Growth
I really hope someone out there has downloaded them so that I can at least have copies of all my writing.
In case your were wondering I have trawled through the Wayback Machine and these vignettes haven’t been archived by them.
It saddens me that I have lost my archive and even worse have lost some of my writing.
I have a soft spot for this story. It has several things going for it; rugby, exhibitionism and sex in the group showers. As the title would suggest it’s about rival rugby teams. The scrum-half from each team have an unhealthy rivalry after one is seriously injured during a previous match. The next season they make a very unusual bet to settle the score.
Reading this again makes me want to write more rugby stories. I have included a rugby stadium in Cockaigne, perhaps that will give me some opportunities.
I like this story as it panders to my fetish of workmen. They look so masculine, often wearing thin grey joggers, dirty and ripped. Just imagine being cramped in a van next to two other sweaty blokes. Just thinking of the smell excites me. This story is a pure fantasy, no sex but just a little fun in the van.
It’s amazing how the memories come back to you when you read something or see something, and reading made me remember the incident that brought it all about.
Back in the early 2000s, I was looking to buy a house and this estate agent really was late and came up with a bullshit excuse. We must have been waiting around for nearly an hour just to be shown around the house. But the fiasco didn’t end there. He turned up with the wrong fucking keys so we couldn’t get in. I was absolutely furious. We never remade the appointment and I never bought the house.
But I do remember the estate agent. He was young, sexy and did have the most beautiful grey eyes. It was just a shame he let me down that day.
I recall that this story was originally written as a series of blog posts. Ten parts, each around a thousand words each telling you what this particular boy does when his exams are finished and he leaves school.
It was an experiment to try and give readers some short flash fiction to keep them entertained between more substantial stories. It was a nice idea but not sure it actually worked. The writing was done quickly and I can tell it wasn’t edited properly. I have done some minor editing now but not made any substantial changes.
It’s a nice enough story if you like to read about sixteen-year-old boys sucking and fucking. I seem to think I tried to make it humourous, but it never really came off. I also originally wrote it in a slight UK northern dialect. It kind of worked in the first part but it tailed off, so I edited out the colloquialisms. I know my UK readers would understand, but I have a worldwide readership and want them to be able to enjoy the story.
Interestingly, I have an unfinished story from years ago about a mining family in the midlands, set in the early 1900’s. It’s written in thick dialect. One day I might finish it as I do like it and it has a lot of promise.