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In case your were wondering I have trawled through the Wayback Machine and these vignettes haven’t been archived by them.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.
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.
Restrained Surprise was my fifth and final story for TommyHawksFantasyWorld; the artwork is by Dean Cameron. This story was published back in 2006 and subsequently added to Screeve a year later.
Before I tell you about my story, let me just sing the praises for TommyHawksFantasyWorld, he has written many great stories, many in the fantasy/sci-fi genre. He no longer operates a subscription site but sells his stories as eBooks.
My story came from a desire to dip a toe into the world of S&M but being of a delicate nature, only in its mildest sense. And this was a fantasy of mine, pity my boyfriend wasn’t around to indulge me. Nowadays, I’m more inclined to something a bit rougher. I am older and more adventurous now.
After reading this story again, I remembered how I came about to write it. I was in the process of relocating to London and was living in a hotel under the flight path of Heathrow airport. Most of the hotel staff were of Eastern European descent and I recall the attitude of the natives about. I hate to say it but they treated them like servants rather than hotel staff. There was so much disrespect towards them that I felt ashamed. I enjoyed talking to them, they were fascinating and I admired their courage in moving to a different country. Something I would do about five years later.
This story was my attempt to portray that attitude. In hindsight, it seems a very nasty story about the abuse of a man who is considered inferior. I will be honest with all of you, this is a story that I don’t like and wouldn’t hesitate to only give it half a star. It fails to shame the attitude of the man taking advantage of the hotel employee and it also fails in being erotic.