This story came about after I watched a news item about a mirror-touch synaesthete. I find things like this fascinating how some people can have a different experience of reality. For those who don’t know, mirror-touch synaesthete is someone that feels a touch when they aren’t being touched. It’s a condition where the senses get mixed up, for example, some people hear colours.
Naturally, my twisted and oversexed mind conjures up a scenario. I hope you enjoy it. I certainly liked reading it again.
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.
My tease trilogy comes to an end with a new story about Sam and Carl. They go to the next level and Sam is on the receiving end of some wicked teasing from Carl. Sam is desperate to be fucked but Carl wants to have his fun.
Now that Sam knows it was Carl teasing him by sending texts of parts of his naked body, they start a relationship, but the teasing isn’t over. Carl takes Sam into his bedroom and begins to play with his body, but will he touch his cock to make him cum?
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.