Category: David Heulfryn

David drops the bombshell on Greg that he is leaving in a couple of weeks. They now have to decide what happens to their relationship.

Greg and David talk about what happened. David opens up and explains how it all began, how he and Perry came to be fuck buddies.

I really enjoyed the third part of my first mini-series. Mainly, I think because it dealt with Greg’s feelings. This is something that a series can really explore, rather than a one-shot short story.

David makes his friend, Greg, hide in his room so when his other friend, Perry, arrives, he can watch what they get up to.

My first mini-series continues with two teenagers sucking and fucking while their friend watches. It stems from my voyeuristic predilections and the wish that I could mess around with my best friend. If I couldn’t do it in reality, I would do it in my writing.

David forgets that his best friend is coming over and he gets caught having his customary morning wank.

The first instalment, of six, if my very first series. It is a fantasy of what I wished would happen when I would go round and see my best mate. I’ve not read the other five parts yet and apart from a vague idea of what happens next, I can’t remember how this one pans out.

Another blast from the past and one that subtly betrays its age with the mention of a buffet carriage, they don’t exist on most trains these days, in the UK that it.

This was my second story to be published by TommyHawksFantasyWorld. After reading it again all these years later I am actually quite happy with it. The premise is simple, a chance meeting on a train, and the story flows quite well. I have always liked the idea of anonymous hook-ups, in writing anyway. I hope you all enjoy it too.

This story starts well with a great sex scene and then delves into the premise of the story, one half of a couple is interested in having a threesome. This stems from me wondering what a threesome might be like and so I thought if I wrote about one then I might get some idea. I still find the idea strange. I find it difficult enough to concentrate on one lover, never mind two. But then I suppose most threesomes are just about sex and not making love. Too many limbs, too many dicks and too many holes, I still don’t know how people manage it.

I found the threesome difficult to write for it to make sense without just saying, Neil did this to Stephen, Stephen did this to me and I did this to Neil, then Stephen did that to me. It’s still got to be erotic and make the reader horny.

If any reader has had a threesome then please let me know what your experience was, good or bad.

A biking holiday to Spain ends badly, with a trip to hospital. Now unable to camp, Jones is forced to dtay at a hotel where he gets surprised by the concierge.

This is another semi-autobiographical story, I’m sure you can guess which part is fictional. It is based on an actual motorbike holiday I took down to Spain where I had an accident very similar to what happened. It even took place before the introduction of the Euro and features the old E111 (pronounced E-One-Eleven) which is now replaced by the EHIC – but now the UK has left the EU even that won’t be valid for us Brits anymore. (Hell, this story is really showing his age.)

It would also be unusual for the Spanish guy at the hotel to be circumcised. I don’t actually remember why I decided to circumcise him, I can only surmise that I wanted to write about a different type of dick.

I think that my earlier stories tend to be overlong, too much preamble and this story has quite a bit of post-able (if that’s a word). I like to think that my writing has got a bit tighter with age, but you can be the judge of that.

School friends Paul and James go exploring and find a dewpond in the middle of a field. This chance doscovery allows the boys to embrace their true feelings for each other.

I remember learning about dew-ponds somewhere, it may have been one of the times I was bored and browsing Wikipedia. I found the idea of them intriguing and the romantic myth of how they came about. As I mention in the story, they are generally man-made and filled by rain. But why stop reality ruining a good legend.

My story is about two young friends who go exploring and come across a dew-pond. This is just the backdrop to their realisation of their greater love for each other. I did notice, on re-reading the story I don’t actually mention how old the boys are. In case any of you are wondering they are about fourteen.

It has been a criticism recently that I don’t describe my characters too much. That has been somewhat deliberate so that reader could imagine the characters to be what they wanted and be who they find attractive. I’d be interesting to see hear from you to see if it works. So please let me know your thoughts. I have been trying to include more description in my recent writing.

He stood, feet apart slightly, facing the room
Face impassive, looking at no one in particular
Just at empty space

His damp dark blond hair hanging over his forehead

It’s a strange experience to read your old writing and this one is particularly interesting and very autobiographical.

Back when I was in secondary school (age 11 to 16 to those who don’t know) I had a major crush on my friend. I never told anyone about it and I never did anything about. Looking back I never remember him having a girlfriend but I think he is now married with children. When we left school, we did go to the same college (age 16 to 18)  but we were in different classes so our paths never really crossed much.

It was my crush for him that made me put distance between us. I knew he was straight so there wasn’t any chance of anything happening between us. There was one moment when I nearly kissed him which scared the shit out of me. He didn’t notice, thankfully. My life would have been made hell if anyone knew what nearly happened.

This short poem (or vignette) is about a time when we had showered after our PE class. He was never bashful and I think he even enjoyed letting other boys look at him. This one moment in time is etched in my mind and one of my favourite memories of him. I miss those days.