Screeve - Extra

We’ve Moved Again

2009-10-18T11:12:00.003+01:00

Screeve-Varda is now at http://www.screeve-varda.org

Screeve-Extra is now at http://screeve.org/screeve-extra/

Tempting You With Cock Town

2009-10-01T09:40:00.004+01:00

Hi Guys, I've neglected Screeve-Extra for two months now but I hope to change that now.

I thought I would tantalise you and let you know that I have now finished YOI Cock Town and the final episode will be uploaded this weekend. And as a special treat and in great tradition it is a double length episode so I hope the longer episode will compensate you all for the long wait.

A Birthday Update

2009-07-31T10:05:00.000+01:00

For those who have not yet visited Screeve-Varda, today is my birthday. I have also been a very busy boy and have finally moved into my new house. It has taken nearly four months with much stress and hassle. Some Estate Agents are helpful but some are just useless and unwilling to help prospective buyers, in today's recession climate you'd think they would bend over backwards to make a sale.

Anyway, in honour of the trials and tribulations of moving house and dealing with estate agents, I have written a short story entitles, A Bit Of Slap And Tickle. It is about what happens when an estate agent turns up late for an appointment. Although the story is fiction, I was stood up by one particularly cocky agent and I suppose this story is my imagination working out how to get back at him. (I'm not sure if all my readers will know what 'slap and tickle' is, but it is our peculiar British way of saying 'a bit of how's your father', 'a bit of rumpy', 'some nookie' or to put in bluntly, SEX!)

The second update sees part two of Blind Sensations continue apace with Chapter Two. The story gets well under way and is as exciting as ever.

New Author & Ricky Update

2009-07-26T17:04:00.002+01:00

This week we bring you another new author. Doobie Drew joins us with his first short story, Adam's Eyes Are Opened. It is the story of Adam who gets lumbered with the new boy at school but a friendship soon develops and before long, Adam gets his eyes opened. Doobie Drew says, in his disclaimer:

This is my first story so constructive feedback is welcome, and if you
don't like my story that's ok. Just keep in mind I spent a lot of time
working on this and a lot of it is close enough to the truth to make me
take any criticism very seriously.

Our second updated story sees Ricky's Blind Sensations romp ahead with part two. The story gets even more exciting, Can we possibly wait until next week for the next part!

Rogue Website Warning

2009-07-20T06:17:00.000+01:00

It would seem that there is a new website on the block for gay stories. It looks like it's been around since April, when the domain was registered, but the problem with this website is that it trawls the internet, Nifty and other story websites to get stories and post them without the author's permission. What is even worse is that none of the stories are attributed to authors.

The website is onlygaystories.com and there are no contact details on the site, but looking at the whois record, the registrant and admin contact is Bob Davis from Arnham, Netherlands and has an email address of bdjamesalexander@gmail.com.

Nifty is recommending that authors complain to the owner and to the webhost. From the whois, the webhost is Exmasters, an adult webhost service, their email for abuse complaints is abuse@exmasters.com

So, is any of your stories appear there without your permission, and you are unhappy about it, then please do complain

Ricky's Special Update

2009-07-19T10:33:00.002+01:00

This weekend, Ricky has been busy and has given us new chapters for his most recent series, TIC and Roll Call. Rather than make you all wait until next weekend I thought Ricky deserved a special update.

Chapter 6 of Roll Call sees Elliot showing his bruises to the coach, who takes photographs of the evidence. The story continues and leaves you waiting for the next chapter. And Chapter Seven of TIC continues Ty's story. Two new chapters of two great series.

Life Is What You Make It - Screeve Update

2009-07-18T16:51:00.004+01:00

Our newest author, Alexander, has given us another great story. Life Is What You Make It is the story of Philip, a shy boy who has just left school and is about to start college. He wants more from life and wants to be certain that he is gay. So, Philip embarks on his first physical relationship and learns more about himself. I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I have and I hope you are all letting Alexander know.

Not to be overshadowed is Ricky and the final chapter of the first part of Blind Sensations. A great series about Miles and Charlie. I have been gripped by their antics from the very beginning and cannot wait for the second part to begin.

Updates

2009-07-12T18:33:00.006+01:00

Welcome to this week's Screeve update. Our latest author, Alexander has given us another treat with the first short story of his that i read. It's called Let's Forget Tea! and the action takes place in a boarding school, and it is two younger lads that show the older lads just what to do.

We also have the latest two instalments from Jim Cook and Ricky. Jim gives us the eigth chapter of his autobiographical story A Life Well Lived and Ricky's Blind Sensations continues.

New Author & Screeve Update

2009-07-05T08:50:00.003+01:00

This week's update sees quite a bit of new stuff. Firstly, I hope you will all join me in welcoming Alexander to the Screeve fold. He submitted his story, Tanta, to me a little over a week ago and once I read it I knew I had to host it and bring it to all our readers. Alexander is a great writer so enjoy and send him your comments on his story.

Taran Geary has also been busy and I bring you two of his latest offerings. Matt & Olly is a great story of what two young lads get up to when they are locked in after working a night shift at a local store. And The Cedars Of Lebanon is a short vignette about two people who meet in a park. And in a first for Screeve, this vignette is illustrated with a photograph. I have also incuded it here, at the end of this post, to whet your appetites.

This week also sees two fantastic series continue. Ricky's Blind Sensations and Jim Cook's A Life Well Lived are riveting and like all of you, I hate waiting for the next chapters.

The Cedars Of Lebanon

Screeve Updated

2009-06-22T19:57:00.003+01:00

Sorry for the somewhat lack of updates recently. I'm in the process of moving to my own place and the bank is giving me the right runaround. Plus April saw the end of the tax year here in the UK and drawing up accounts for all and sundry is certainly taking up a lot of my spare time and I'm still not finished. But enough excuses.

I have updated Screeve with the full ten, short, parts of This Life Of Brian. So if you missed it on Screeve-Extra then you can read it all here. I have also added another chapter of Jim Cook's autobiography, A Life Well Lived, this chapter is called Holiday On Ice. Finally we have another chapter of Ricky's Blind Sensations.

Please enjoy.

New Look!

2009-06-10T07:19:00.002+01:00

The new look Screeve is now live. The format changes took less time than I thought and I had more time on my hands than expected.

The reaction to the new look has been great but if you find any broken links then please let me know.

Screeve Updated

2009-06-05T09:47:00.002+01:00

I know it's been a bit later than usual, but Screeve has now been updated. Ricky's three series are continuing and we have the latest installment of Jim Cook's autobiography. I hope you enjoy them all.

The new look Screeve is coming along nicely, a lot quicker than expected, but please keep you comments coming.

Sneak Peak

2009-06-03T11:45:00.002+01:00

How do you fancy a first look at a new leaner and meaner Screeve!

I've been toying with the idea of updating the look of the site for some time and over the last couple of weeks I have been scouring the internet looking at new templates and a new menu. I am no html expert and I just go round the net finding bits of code and templates and then fiddling with them until I get something I want.

I have only uploaded a sample front page and one story page but it will give you the feel of it. Let me know what you think, either email me, leave a comment on the blog or a message on the guestbook. Let me know if you also have any ideas for the look or the site in general.

If you like the new look then it'll take a couple of months for me to change the layout, so if you don't like it then let me know so I don't waste my time.

This is the first post to appear on both blogs, but don't worry, it wont happen offen and only in special cases.

Screeve Updated

2009-05-25T13:06:00.002+01:00

I hope you are enjoying Jim's autobiography, A Life Well-Lived, and today we have updated the site with another episode. This new part is called Amsterdam and Jim meets a great gay couple.

There is also the second part of Ricky's 'Blind Sensations', Miles and Jamie's relationship develops further.

With any luck the penultimate part of YOI Cock Town will be with you soon, and then there's just one episode to go before we leave Nathan to serve out the rest of his incarceration in peace.

Screeve Updated - New YOI

2009-05-15T20:55:00.003+01:00

Well, it has been a few weeks but the next episode of YOI is finally here. I have sent it to Nifty but I have no idea when it'll appear. I sent them 'Brian' three weeks ago but their chap was on holiday so there's probably a huge backlog.

I have also added the first chapter of Ricky's great series, Blind Sensations. I really like this series, I like stories that are a little bit different and add a new spin on the boy meets boy story.

I have also started writing little vignettes to go with the picture postings on Screeve-Varda. Please check them out, if you're old enough! And why not leave a comment, let me know what you like and what you want more of. Come on, be bold.

It's been a busy week this week. I have been working hard and it's Eurovision Week. We've had two semi-finals and we have the Grand-Final tomorrow. For those who don't know about the Eurovision Song Contest, it is the campest thing the entire year and essential viewing for any gay man. Come on Royaume Uni. Douze Points, S'il vous plait, pas nuls points.

Screeve Mid-Week Update

2009-05-13T17:38:00.002+01:00

I couldn't make you wait for the final instalment of Ricky's The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of so I have done a special mid-week update.

I have also updated Screeve with the two vignettes that were premiered on this blog. Shower is short scene of what most of us have done at some time, especially when we were teens. Teenage boys are notorious for spending an age in the shower. The Taste Of My Tears is a tragic scene of a teenage boy who has to leave home to avoid the wrath and violence of a homophobic father. I don't know where this came from as I just started writing, it was one opf those times where writing can lead you anywhere.

And just for completeness I have included my short review for The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas

The Taste Of My Tears - Vignette

2009-05-12T06:49:00.000+01:00

The air smelt fresh and humid, the rain having broken only ten minutes ago, and the warm summer caused the ground to smoke as the moisture began to vigorously evaporate.

I stood in my bedroom looking out of the window at the houses that overlooked me. All those people looking at me, I needed to leave this place. I hated it. And it hated me, and what I was. My mother was scared for me and had bought me some time before my father came home from work. She knew what his reaction would be, as did I.

My small rucksack was on my bed, packed full of what I thought I might need but knew it wouldn't hold everything I needed. It looked lonely on my single bed, a bed I wouldn't sleep in again; in a room I wouldn't call my own anymore.

The tears that rolled down my face had long since dried up and I was resigned to loosing my family. When I woke this morning, I never thought the day would end like this. I, or I should say we, had been caught during lunchtime in a classroom. That alone would have given us both a detention, but it was what we were caught doing that would get us expelled and a letter being sent to our parents. But first a phone call was made and our mother's turned up at school to take us home.

Checking my watch, it was time to leave, and I threw my suck sack over my shoulder and walked deliberately down the stairs. I couldn't see where my mum was and I didn't try to find her. I just opened the front door and left.

Walking down the street I burst into tears and ran out of the estate like my life depended on it and down the muddy path into the local woods. I didn't care that about the wet, I found a fallen tree and sat on it, my tears not stopping and my breathing become irregular. I was as scared as hell.

When my digital watch beeped at the top of the hour I started walking the path to meet him where two paths merged into one.

He stood waiting for me and I ran over to him. We hugged each other hard, not wanting to let each other go and a few more tears strayed out of my eyes. I thought we'd be together forever but this was really goodbye. He was staying for he wouldn't get the bruised ribs or the black eyes from his father. He would just get a lecture and subtle re-education until he finally left home.

I begged him to come with me but he was too afraid to lose everything he had. For a brief moment I hated him for his cowardice but knew how difficult it would be for him to leave.

Reluctantly, I broke away from him and pecked him on the lips. Turning, I walked the lonely track, never looking back and tasting the tears as they moistened my lips.

The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas

2009-05-11T06:43:00.001+01:00

This film is about Bruno, the eight year-old son of a Nazi concentration camp commandant. Taken away from his home, his friends and his old life, Bruno is isolated with his family near the camp, which he things is a farm and then believes a propaganda film that the Jews are in something similar to a holiday camp. Bruno likes to think he is an explorer and sneaks out of the home compound to find an electrified fence. On the other side of the fence is the eponymous boy, Shmuel. They become friends and when Shmuel's father disappears, Bruno takes it upon himself to find him and digs his way into the camp where he experiences the full horrors of the camp at first hand. I won't tell you how it ends, in case you want to watch this fantastic film.

The film is well made and well acted; the gradual realisation of what is going on by the commandant's wife is well done. The two young leads are excellent and act the drama so well that it seems natural and not the usual stilted words that come from young actors. The film also shows us that there was dissent from many Germans about what was happening but I did feel that the film had perhaps been too heavily edited and I'm not sure about the ending. It felt too obvious and not in keeping with the subtlety of the rest of the film. But these are two minor criticisms and did not stop me from enjoying the film. I would certainly recommend this, but you should save it for a quiet night in.

Screeve Updated

2009-05-10T09:55:00.002+01:00

Screeve was updated yesterday with another two chapters from Ricky's The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of. The series is nearly over and we just have one chapter to go. Can you wait until next week?

Ricky has also given us Chapter Five of his series TIC. This series is now in full swing and just keeps getting better.

We also have another chapter in the life of Jim Cook. This weeks new chapter is called 'Welcome to Frankfurt' and sees Jim in Frankfurt and tells us what he got up to. It is fascinating and I just wish I had a similar experience when I visited Frankfurt, but that was years ago when I was a kid!

Shower - Vignette

2009-05-09T05:47:00.001+01:00

Water runs down your naked body, it feels warm and soothing. Your muscles relax and you feel the trickle of water in your groin, trapped for a moment in your pubes before it traces across your dick to tickle your foreskin before it leaves you to drip upon the tiled floor.

You busy your hands with the soap; the lather squelches through your fingers. Starting with your chest the lather is rubbed over your skin. Your fingers inch towards your armpits and you raise your arm to wet and clean there. The small patch of hairs slips between your fingers, an occasional stray hair trapped in a finger nail and is pulled free. The dark curly hair mixes with soap and water and makes its way to the plug hole.

More soap and more lather, your fingers run down your torso and glide over the indentation of your navel to attack your thick black pubes. Lather escapes and slides over your dick, you push your hand down and you grasp for dick and balls full in your palm. Your balls are loose, the warm water making them hang low, and they roll around your palm easily.

Your dick slips free as your fingers reach passed your balls and almost connect with your arse. But today your dick swells and your fingers come back to feel the swollen tube. You pull your foreskin back and clean the reddening knob. You spend longer than usual today and your dick appreciates it. The more you clean the longer, the thicker, the harder it gets.

With all the lather long since rinsed away, you forget the pretence of washing and now stroke your dick. The water continues to run over your body, rinsing away any sweat that oozes from your pores as you begin to frenetically pump your dick. You have to be quick as you don't want to be shouted at to hurry up. You are hurrying, your dick throbs and your body shudders and you feel your balls ache.

Your cum shoots and mixes with the water and you watch the creamy fluid dance with the clear water. The dance holds your eyes as you breathe heavy. You watch as the performance end with your cum slipping inside the drain. Finished you can now wash.

Can You Play? - Nifty Story

2009-05-04T09:08:00.006+01:00

I read a nice story last night, Can You Play? by Tim. It was about a couple of friends who start to explore thier bodies and as you'd expect, one thing leads to another. It was a great tale of how two friends gradually get more adventurous until they are giving each other blow jobs. I loved the part where one lad exclaims 'Teeth!'

I know this is an experience that quite a few gay boys go through and helps them explore their sexuality, a rite of passage for some that seems to have passed me by. The link to the story is below, I hope you like it.

http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/can-you-play

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

2009-05-02T09:31:00.002+01:00

After last weeks huge update, we have a short but sweet one this week. I have uploaded the next two chapters in Ricky's series 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of'. This great series is drawing to a close shortly but don't be disheartened, we have another series from Ricky to follow.

An Update on YOI Cocktown

2009-04-29T19:20:00.003+01:00

I know quite a few of you are eagerly anticipating the next instalment of YOI Cocktown. Unfortunately it is slightly delayed as I have been very busy recently. But don't be disheartened it will continue, hopefully very soon (but I can't promise anything this bank holiday weekend.)

Don't forget that at the end of the last episode, after an embarrassing visit from his girlfriend, Nathan gate crashed the belated induction of a new boy by Mike and Bill, who unbeknown to the other lads that Nathan tamed and are now in his pocket. With the boy safe for the moment, Nathan now starts to consolidate his position.

The series is starting to come to an end and the inevitable encounter with King. But nothing is certain and Nathan, naive to Cocktown, may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Screeve Mega Update

2009-04-26T11:38:00.005+01:00

I know it's a bit late this weekend, but I have now updated Screeve with lots of new chapters and a new author.

Daniel Self is our new author and he joins us with his short story Found Out. It is a great story of a young schoolboy who is discovered doing something he shouldn't and is later summoned by his Housemaster. With the support and understanding of his room-mate the story takes an unexpected turn.

Ricky has given us three updates this week with a further two Chapters of his excellent The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of and another chapter of his brand new series Roll Call and Tic. I hope you enjoy his four offering this week.

A Life Well Lived - Up-Up And Away is the second chapter of Jim Cook's autobiography with a promise of more to come. His life is certainly interesting.

The last story we have updated is Taran Geary's Rent with chapter eight, entitled 'Daniel & Louis'. A fantastic story of boys who started hustling on the streets but find their life changed in ways they didn't imagine.

Finally, I want you to welcome Areko Martiánez. I recently managed to attribute a couple of the illustrations I am using for the stories to him and he has kindly given his permission for me to use them. So you could say that Areko is our first official Screeve artist. Areko is Mexican with Spanish as his first language, you can visit his blog El estudio de Areko where more of his art appear. I hope you enjoy it.

This Life Of Brian 10 - Flash Fiction

2009-04-22T17:16:00.015+01:00

I don't know why, but I was nervous on the morning I'd arranged for Charlie to come round. It was a couple of days after I'd fucked him while Oli watched, but we'd talked incessantly either on the phone or through instant messenger. I knew what was in store for us that day, but Charlie was none the wiser. I didn't want to promise anything to him just in case I chickened out. But that morning I was determined to go through with it.

When Charlie came round I was just wearing a tee-shirt and shorts, I didn't bother to wear any underwear and let my dick just run down the leg of my unlined shorts.

I won't bother you with the details as I know you just want me to get to the best bits, so I won't go through the drinks we had, the telly we watched while we talked, the light touching and holding hands while sitting on the sofa. Nor will I mention the teasing kisses we planted on each other's lips.

So, let's get it started. As I mentioned, we did some teasing on the sofa, eventually that got out of hand. Well, serious at any rate. The teasing became intense, tongue delving, breath-sapping, dick inflating snogging. Our lips were firmly connected and our tongues danced around each other. Our hands caressed each other and our hands quickly found the two hard poles that were bound within our clothes.

Charlie was the first to break away, I was so into him that he had to put some force behind his push to break us apart. He fell backwards on the sofa, panting heavily and telling me he needed to get his breath back.

I smiled at him and kept my hand on his denim covered crotch. His dick was hard but his balls were soft and fleshy. I pulled down his fly and slipped my hand inside. My palm felt the warmth of his cotton briefs as I played with his balls.

Slowly Charlie caught his breath and leant forward to kiss me again, I pulled back and told him no. He looked like a puppy who'd just been told off but he soon smiled when I told him we ought to go upstairs. With my hand still inside his jeans, I pulled him off the sofa and led him upstairs just like that naughty puppy.

In my bedroom I stripped Charlie naked while he stood staring into my eyes. I loved the feeling of being the only one fully clothed, the one in control. With my hand kneading his buttocks, I swallowed Charlie's hard dick. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as my lips and tongue brought him close to the end. My fingers teasingly crept to his arsehole, rubbing and prodding the red hole until it opened and allowed me inside.

Standing up, my fingers left his hole and my mouth released his dick. I needed him to recover so he wouldn't cum too soon. After a brief bout of kissing, I told him to lie on the bed while I seductively pulled my tee-shirt over head. I pulled up the leg of my shorts and let my dick head poke out, Charlie smiled when he saw it. Then I slowly pulled them down and let my hard cock slap against my belly. Charlie flinched as a drop of pre-cum flew from my dick and hit him on the face. My dick was leaking like a tap and I brought it to his face so he could suck out my pre-cum.

It was now time.

I pulled my dick from Charlie's lips and straddled his body as he lay flat on his back. I felt his cock rub against my crack and I wiggled my arse. Charlie asked me to fuck him so I pulled his legs up and started rimming his sweet hole. It winked at me, eager to feel me inside but all I put in were my fingers to keep it satisfied. I lowered his legs slightly and sucked his balls until they were so wet they dripped onto my duvet cover. Then I did the same to his cock. It shone with the slick coating of my saliva and I pulled myself back up and raised my hips so his dick would stand beneath me. Using my hand I gripped his wet cock and aimed it at my arse. I had no time to prepare myself, so I was pretty tight but I was willing. His knobhead rested against my pucker and I relaxed my arse and firmly lowered myself. It was difficult but it eventually popped through my hole. But boy did it hurt. I grimaced as Charlie's knob throbbed just inside my hole and I took in several deep breaths. Soon, my muscles relaxed enough so that the pain went and it just felt a bit funny.

Ever so slowly, I lowered myself until all of Charlie's hard cock was inside me and I felt his pubes tickled the underside of my balls. That almost made me laugh and squirm like a kid, but it took my attention away from the pain until I grew accustomed to having a dick in my arse.

We looked at each other with that expression that you can only give a lover and I asked him how he liked it. Charlie, the cheeky sod said that I was so tight and it felt so great that he would no longer be the bottom in our relationship. If he thinks that I am no longer going to fuck his cute arse then he's got another think coming, he laughed and said we could take turned. His little wink told me that he was joking and that he certainly loved getting fucked and would never give that up, but now he might like to fuck me occasionally. And, to be honest, the feeling was great (after I got used to it).

I steadily began riding Charlie, raising and lowering myself on and off his hard cock, my own cock kept slapping against Charlie's belly and left slimy pre-cum trails.

My slow humping started to speed up and our groaning got louder, thankfully my window was closed and I doubt the neighbours could hear us. It felt fucking fantastic and soon my dick was throbbing, the slapping against Charlie wanking me over the edge. I kept on humping as my dick spewed cum onto Charlie's chest. My orgasm seemed to last much longer as I fucked myself on Charlie's cock and even though I saw cumming, I didn't stop, it was hitting that spot inside me which sent me wild, whoever thought a button could give so much pleasure.

Charlie started thrashing and I felt his cock pulsate inside me and thicken. I slowed down but kept humping and I felt his cum ooze out of my arse. Charlie started breathing heavy and grabbed my hips, stopping me from humping his cock. I sat back, his dick still inside me and his cum squelching between us.

I leant forward and kissed him, our chests now squelched together from my cum. I fell sideways and his cock slipped from inside me. I felt weird now, I wanted it back, but I was exhausted and we just lay silent and still in each other's arms.

The End

Ryan's Turkish Delight & Updates

2009-04-19T10:50:00.003+01:00

We have the pleasure of showcasing a new author and his great short story 'Ryan's Turkish Delight'. Jay Jones has given us a story of a teenager on holiday with his parents who expores the town on his own and meets a nice young Turk. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have and please email him to let him know.

We also have two new chapters of 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' by Ricky and we will also be starting another new series of his very soon. 'Blind Sensations' is a series about a friendship and how it evolves between two teenagers, as you can tell from the title, one of them is blind.

Our last offering this Sunday is a link to a great story I read by J Bark. He has his own website so I have just included it in our Fan Favourites section. 'Party favors' is a story of two young men who meet at a party. But don't be fooled, it is not your usual run-of-the-mill meet at a party and shag story, it is filled with pathos and takes a new twist which is surprising. This in itself kept me hooked until the end. I hope you enjoy it.

New Author & Screeve Update

2009-04-18T13:26:00.002+01:00

Please welcome a new author to the Sceeeve family. His name is Jim Cook and I have just uploaded the first chapter of his autobiography 'A Life Well Lived' onto the website. It is a great story of his exploits and you will enjoy every moment of it. After the first chapter where he is quite young, it jumps to him travelling to Europe where we see what can happen to a young guy on his own in a strange city.

I hope you enjoy this new addition and please let him know if you enjoy the first chapter. But I'm sure he'll appreciate this big Screeve welcome.

The End of Brian! Next Week.

2009-04-16T21:03:00.003+01:00

Well, part nine of 'Brian' is posted and there is only one more to go. Then that is the end! I've really liked writing this series, it has been done is short, sweet flashes and has been a pleasure to write. It was one of the easiest series I have written. Some stories just pour out on to the page and others takes many hours, weeks and months to get on the page. Which are better, I can't say, but I wont tell you lot which were quick and which were labours. I have favourites of both types.

So what's next? Well I have unfinished business with 'Three Tears' which will be resolved soon, and I have loads of new ideas. I like this flash fiction idea, 1000 words of short and sweet fiction. I suppose it is an extention to my original vignettes.

So please let me know what works and what doesn't, send me an email or put a comment on the blog. Feedback is the only payment we get for our work, and many a good story remains unfinished because the author thinks nobody's reading.

This Life Of Brian 9 - Flash Fiction

2009-04-15T17:12:00.018+01:00

I didn't find out until later on that evening when both Oli and Charlie had gone home, that Oli had switched on the camcorder and had filmed the entire event of me fucking Charlie and taking his cherry. Oli had saved the vid on my computer and I just came across it while I was surfing and checking my emails. The vid was fucking hot and I wanked myself off within a few seconds.

I sent a quick IM to Oli who said that it was just for us three and he promised he wouldn't post it on the net. Charlie would be mortified if a vid of him being fucked was being letched over by a load of pervs, me it turned me on and I know the vid turned on Oli, he'd wanked over it a couple of times already and was planning on one more before he went to bed.

Oli was great, he knew me and him were just messing about and was pleased that Charlie was now mine, as long as I still serviced him occasionally, which I was happy to do. He wanted me to fuck him like I fucked Charlie and as we weren't some kinky threesome; I thought it better if we fucked without Charlie around. But I never said when. I considered teasing him all summer and then fucking him the last day before we went to college. He was going to a different college than me and Charlie; he was more academic and so went to a proper college with the other nerds. Me and Charlie we more mediocre and were going to do some vocational crap so that we didn't go on the dole and bump up the unemployment figures. I was going to train as a plumber and Charlie as an electrician. But this is boring crap and I need to tell you about that bloke with the website.

I got a reply from him late that night; he'd watched it and enjoyed it. He emailed over some forms for me to print off and sign and scan and email back to him. He also wanted a copy of my passport to prove my age. As it was all being done by scanning and email it was easy to amend so that he wouldn't notice. My date of birth was rolled back two years although the passport picture itself was taken when I was fourteen and I looked very young.

I set up myself a PayPal account and he promised to deposit the money in the next few days. It was only $50, US of course, not bloody much in proper English money, but he said he would see how the video went and may offer more if they liked me. But he did want more and asked for some stills as well, not just video.

So, the next day I arranged for Oli to come round to film me again and take some photos. For the second time, it was really just more of the same as we didn't have time to plan anything else. But after I shot my load for the cameras I told him to keep it rolling and to take his clothes off. I had never seen clothes shed so quickly and he stood next to me grinning at the camcorder.

As I was still recovering from my wank, I set about Oli's cock and started sucking him and playing with his arse. My finger slipped easily inside; he had obviously been playing with it recently and I wondered if he'd shoved anything up there. I hoped it was just his finger as I wanted my dick to be the first to take his virginity. His dick swelled in my mouth as I managed to slide two fingers inside him. My own dick had now recovered and was hard again. I was now ready to fuck him.

As with Charlie, I laid Oli on my bed, draped his legs over my shoulders and my dick aimed for his red target. It was easier than Charlie and my dick slid all the way in first time. Oli groaned and held onto his dick and balls, he fondled them and started to stroke himself while I slid my dick in and out of his arse. It felt different than with Charlie, this time it was sheer pleasure, with Charlie it was pleasure and intimacy. I felt like I could pound Oli hard as we were fucking and not being intimate and he didn't object. My dick pounded his arse and we grunted in unison as my thighs slapped against his arse cheeks. His dick was rock solid, his knob flaring and red raw and I watched it as I carried on thrusting inside him while he erupted cum all over his belly.

His limp dick lay against his pubes as I continued to pound him. Unlike with Charlie, when I came, I pulled my dick out and spewed my cum over Oli and his dick and balls. He loved that and rubbed my cream into his skin.

We were both absolutely knackered afterwards but I had to get rid of him quick as Charlie was coming round.

Charlie was not overly keen on my new job but as long as none of the pictures or videos were of him then he would live with it. He was also alright with Oli behind the camera, he never wanted to be there when it was being done, but he did like to see the pictures and the videos, he even took copies for himself.

I suppose this is coming to an end now, you've learnt how my body became an internet hit and no doubt you have wanked over me at some point. Hell, if you're reading this then you most likely download porn and so have at least seen me if not wanked over me. It would be nice to think that you did though.

The summer holidays were only eight weeks long and in that time, Oli took five videos of me and eleven photo sets. All the vids were just me wanking in various places, bed, the shower, kitchen and the photo sets were similar too. One time we ventured into some nearby woods and did an outdoor photo set and wank vid. Oli was shit scared we'd get caught but apart from a near miss we weren't noticed. That vid earned me the most $200.

Before I sign off and leave you all to wank again over me, I want to tell one other thing, how Charlie took my cherry and he fucked me for the first time. But that can wait for the next, and final, instalment.

YOI Cocktown

2009-04-13T08:26:00.002+01:00

Yesterday, Screeve was updated with episode seven of YOI Cocktown. It has also been posted on Nifty.

The new episode sees Nathan reunited with his girlfriend, if only for a short visit and something strange happens in the showers which quicky turns out to be something sinister. Nathan disapproves and tries to intervene, but as usual, it has something to do with King and his cronies.

Screeve Updated

2009-04-10T14:52:00.003+01:00

Screeve has now been updated.

We have two new chapters from 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' by Ricky and another chapter of Taran Geary's 'Rent'.

For all of you waiting for another chapter of Ricky's 'Tic' series, and I am one of them, we have chapter three now uploaded. Hope you enjoy it.

This Life Of Brian 8 - Flash Fiction

2009-04-08T17:51:00.019+01:00

Charlie was sceptical when I told him about the bloke who wanted me to send him a video of me as a screen test for being a 'model' on his website. I'd been so excited about it that I didn't think twice but he was right, you had to be eighteen, at least, to do porn. Yes, some looked younger but we were always assured that they were eighteen. He must have known I was only sixteen, after all everyone knows that we finish comp school at sixteen, don't they? But I suppose if he's foreign, a yank or something then they might not know. I don't know what the problem is. I can legally have sex and have done several times with Oli and only once with Charlie, but I aim to rectify that this summer.

We three must have looked a sight. Three stark bollock naked boys in my bedroom all crowded round my computer, playing the video Oli had filmed over and over again and trying to write an email to this bloke to find out if he knew how old I was. The vid had only been sent that morning so we didn't expect a reply anytime soon but sent a second email anyway asking what proof of ID he would require if I were to go on his site.

I'd already decided that if I could away with it I would lie and say I was eighteen. The thrill of having thousands of queer blokes wanking over me was too irresistible.

After sending the email, I started playing with Charlie's cock again. It was silky and soft, his foreskin curled cutely at the end of his knob and expanded as I pulled it down over the tip. The red tip was still moist and sensitive from my blow job but his dick managed to respond and go hard, anticipating my lips again. Oli didn't want to be left out this time and so muscled in on my action and began teasing Charlie's nipples and kissing his smooth torso. As Oli dared to venture to Charlie arse cheeks, I slapped them away. I wanted those first and turned Charlie round and spread his cheeks wide. Oli had a go on his cock, while I started licking his clean hole. My tongue lapped at his hole, my saliva coating it so it shined. I stiffened my tongue and started poking his hole, it was tight but I eased it open so that my tongue touched his insides. My nose was now rammed tight against his crack as my tongue ventured deeper inside him and I heard Charlie asking me to fuck him.

I'd wanted to fuck him for ages and was glad that he asked. I had wanted him to be my first fuck. I would have wanted him to be my first blow job, but you can't complain when a dick as cute as Oli's is dangled in front of you and I never thought Charlie would be so easily recruited. It just goes to show how we can all keep our desires locked up for so long.

I pulled Oli off Charlie's dick and laid Charlie on my bed. I felt sorry for Oli as he was just the bystander, getting the scraps of Charlie when I'd let him and he taking any advantage when I was playing with another part of Charlie.

I lifted Charlie's legs and put myself between them, my hard dick pointing towards his exposed hole. I draped his legs over my shoulders and pushed forward. I went slow and struggled to get my knob passed his tight muscle. But it yielded and I waited until it gradually loosened and didn't pinch my dick so much. Charlie was panting, struggling with the pain and excitement but never told me to stop. he had a determined look on his face that he was allow me inside him and was relieved that I was being so kind.

Charlie grimaced as I slid inside further; I pulled out slightly but then pushed back and waited. While I eased my dick inside Charlie inch by inch, Oli sucked and bit on his nipples and fondled his soft cock. After all, you can't keep a hardon when you're being fucked for the first time. No matter how hard Oli tried, he could manage to get Charlie dick to harden. I suppose the sensations of my dick and the pain was too overwhelming and besides, sex is not just about the dick.

I felt Charlie's arse loosen and I had finally managed to push my dick completely inside him. Charlie seemed to release a sigh of relief but he soon got worked up again when I started to pull out and fuck him. It was slow and steady to start with as he still got accustomed to being invaded. But before long I was fucking him hard and we were moaning and grunting in unison. Oli was still playing with Charlie's cock which had finally inflated but he couldn't suck it as I was fucking him too hard.

Before long, Charlie was thrashing on my bed and let loose a huge volley of cum which landed on his face and Oli's face. His orgasm ripped through his body and he clamped down on my dick. I was fucking him frenetically and finally erupted inside his backside. I kept my dick buried deep inside him as I spewed cum in his rectum.

I fell beside Charlie on my bed and cuddled up to him as we caught our breath. My dick slipped from inside his and he sighed.

Poor old Oli was left on my floor, with a huge hardon and no-one to make him blow his load. He sat on my computer chair and watched us as we gradually dozed, his dick softening without release.

Screeve Updated

2009-04-04T14:29:00.000+01:00

Screeve has now been updated with a further two chapters of Ricky's series 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' and one more chapter of Taran Geary's 'Rent'. I hope you are all continuing to enjoy these great series.

There's no new YOI Cock Town this weekend, but watch out for a new episode next weekend. I have also got my first comment on the blog for the series 'This Life of Brian'. Well at least one person is reading it, but I know more are. So if you are enjoying it too, then why not write a comment.

This Life Of Brian 7 - Flash Fiction

2009-04-01T17:35:00.019+01:00

We immediately downloaded the video on to my computer, after I put on some clothes of course, and watched it back. It looked fantastic, very clear and Oli got some great shots of my dick and bollocks. And the cum shot looked brilliant. Just watching it again was making my dick plump up and I placed my hand on Oli's crotch as he sat on my chair to check to see if it had the same effect on him. It did.

I kept on rubbing and began to feel the dampness from his cum which was staining his underpants. I twisted the chair around and started to unbutton his jeans. As his bulging underpants came into view my nose was assaulted by the stench of his cum and I breathed deeply to savour the scent. My hand now rubbed his bulge and was coated with his white juice. Oli lifted his arse from the chair as I pulled his jeans and pants off together. His dick slapped against his belly and his scent became stronger. I sat back on my haunches as I wanked him and saw the smile on his face, his lips parted slightly and eyes closed. It was now my turn to do to him what he did to me yesterday. He wasn't expecting it but I wanted to do it so I pulled his hard dick away from his belly and slipped my lips down his shaft. Oli's eyes snapped open as he watched me blow him and I tasted my first cock. For me it was extra special as my first cock was coated with Oli's load and as my saliva mixed with his old cum it trickled down the back of my throat.

Oli spread his legs wide and I slipped my hand underneath, my finger paving the way until it reached his arsehole. Teasing the orifice, it began to twitch and allowed my fingertip to enter. As it slipped in, Oli groaned loudly and his dick twitched inside my mouth. I pushed inside deeper, lifting his arse from the chair and his thighs flexed and took the strain of his weight. While furiously sucking his dick, my finger pistoned in and out of him, his groaning became constant and I knew he was about to cum. I kept his dick firmly between my lips as his arse clamped down on my finger and his dick pulsated, moments later I felt his cum squirt from him and hit the back of my throat.

Oli was panting as he rested back down on the chair, my finger was still inside him and I wiggled it as I slowly withdrew it.

Looking at him from between his legs and his deflating cock, I sniffed my finger. "You stink." And thrust my finger under his nose.

"Don't care, man. That was awesome."

"Well, at least you taste better than you smell." I then stripped naked and dragged Oli into the bathroom where we showered together. Nothing happened in the shower, well I say nothing, we just soaped each other up and fondled each other. There was no more sucking or finger fucking. What I did not know was that nosey bugger Charlie had let himself in. He says that he just tried the door when he got no answer and finding it open he thought he'd better check everything was alright. Well, what he didn't bargain for was to find me and Oli in the shower soaping up each other's hardons. I noticed him when the door opened and he stood there, eyes ready to pop out of his head and jaw almost hitting the floor.

"Hiya, Charlie." I quickly rinsed myself off and grabbed my towel. Dripping wet I went into my bedroom, followed by Charlie. "You alright?"

"What the fuck is going on?"

Oli had now emerged, also dripping and wrapped in a towel. He started to dry himself, exposing himself again to Charlie. I couldn't help but notice that his dick had not totally gone down.

I followed Oli's example and began to dry myself off as I explained to Charlie that me and Oli had decided to have some fun together during the summer before we started college. I thought it a great chance to try and persuade Charlie to join us, so when dry I went to my draw and looked for some underwear. "I ain't got no pants left. I should have at least one pair left. I wonder where they went."

Charlie bowed his head and went crimson.

"I suppose I'll just not have to wear any today." I stood in front of Charlie. "You seen my vid on the web yet. Oli posted it and it's had thousand of hits."

"Yeah, Oli emailed the link to me."

"You wank over it? Oli did. Hell, I even did." Charlie stayed quiet. "Are you wearing my pants?" I approached Charlie and started to unbutton his jeans. They fell to the floor and he was wearing a pair of cute tight, white briefs. "Nice." I rubbed his bulge and then started to pull them down. "I suppose you owe me a pair, I'll take these and will always think of you when I sniff them."

Charlie now stood naked from the waist down, only wearing a loose t-shirt which partially covered his crotch.

I took things nice and slow with Charlie and started with a tender kiss. I kept on kissing him until he relaxed and responded and I was able to push my tongue into his mouth. I felt his dick rise between us and scrape against my balls.

Ever since I'd grown pubes and could shoot spunk I'd wanted Charlie and I'd finally got my wish. He allowed me to enjoy his body and I gave him the best blow job I could. Oli just stood watching us, wanking and shooting his load over my bedroom carpet.

Afterwards, I gave Charlie a long tight hug. And I told Oli to clean up the mess he'd made on my carpet. The dirty sod.

YOI Cock Town Now Online

2009-03-29T12:43:00.003+01:00

I have now updated Screeve with the next episode of YOI Cock Town. I have also sent it to Nifty, so expect it on there in a day or so.

This episode sees Nathan begin to take control of his destiny in prison and not be the victim that the others want him to be.

It's been a fortnight since the last episode and I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know, and why not sign the guestbook so others can see how many are enjoying the stories, you don't have use a real name or even include your email address.

Screeve Updated

2009-03-28T10:04:00.002Z

Screeve has now been updated as we continue the stories 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' by Ricky and 'Rent' by Taran Geary.

I know its been a fortnight since the last episode of YOI Cock Town but I promise that it will continue very soon. Patience is a virtue and I only hope the anticipation makes it even better.

Therapists Treating People For Being Gay!

2009-03-28T09:24:00.000Z

When a work colleague mentioned that it's in the news that psychiatrists are treating gay people about being gay I thought she was on about some American story. (I'm not dissing the Americans but there is a fundamental minority out there that claim they can cure homosexuality and they tend to be very loud.)

But this was about British therapists. As it turns out, if you go to a therapist and say you are uncomfortable being gay and want to stop your gay feelings, 17% of them would agree and try to do it. An unbelievable 4% said they would attempt to cure their client's homosexuality.

Thankfully, the Royal College of Psychiatrists said that all gays have "a right to protection from therapies that are potentially damaging, particularly those that purport to change sexual orientation".

We don't choose to be gay. It's bloody difficult being gay in a straight world. I heard today about a woman who was discriminated against by her employer because her son was gay. So it's not just us who get the crap, our families and friends do to.

Why can't people just let us each other get on with their lives? I don't try to force my morality on others, if I did, there would be a James Bond film on telly every day and religion would be made accountable for its actions.

A Boy's 60-Foot Penis!

2009-03-27T17:14:00.001Z

Aren't teenagers wags!

An eighteen year old lad painted a massive 60 foot cock on the roof of his parent's house (described on the BBC website as a £1M mansion in Berkshire). It had been there for a year before it was discovered. He's now travelling around the world on a gap year but his parents say they will make him scrub it off when he gets back. I think they should make him show us all his penis so we can compare, and then prosecute him under the trade descriptions act.

The Great British Foreskin

2009-03-26T19:04:00.003Z

In the news today is a story about US experts saying that circumcision should be routinely considered to reduce the risk of sexually transmitted diseases.

What is it with the US, they seem obsessed with chopping off a bit of our dicks. Being British, we don't routinely mutilate baby boys (am I being a bit biased here?) and I for one love my foreskin. I find an intact dick so much more attractive that a cut dick. A cut dick looks grey and the skin callused. It is often cited that a cut dick is not as sensitive as an intact dick and I think they should remain that way. Good old British common sense dismissed the US experts saying that people should use condoms and not rely on circumcision as a means of protection. Here, here!

Please leave our dicks alone.

This Life Of Brian 6 - Flash Fiction

2009-03-25T17:10:00.021Z

The next morning I wanted a wank so badly. It was a routine for me during the weekends and when I wasn't at school. Hell, even on schooldays I wanted a morning wank but most days I just didn't have the time and the constant barrage from my Mum telling me to get up is not exactly conducive to shooting your load.

Every so often my hand would find its way to my dick and gently stroke it, but I stopped myself each time. I had to wait until Oliver got here.

I stayed in bed until I heard his knock on the door, dashing naked to the top of our stairs I yelled down for him to come in and he opened the door and peered inside. He saw me and came all the way in.

"Nice to see you ready for me. You didn't wank this morning did you?"

"Don't be daft. But I fucking wanted to. Come on and let's get this thing set up."

I slipped on some boxer shorts as Oliver set up the tripod and attached the tiny camcorder. "That's a bit small init?" The device was no larger than a fist.

"It's top of the range, high resolution digital camcorder. Me Dad only buys the best; he's a bit of a techno-bore. But it's good. You just point and shoot."

"Isn't that what you want me to do?" I sniggered.

"Ha, ha. Just get ready."

I went into my wardrobe and started putting on my old school uniform.

"I knew you'd have a use for it. I'll have to thank Charlie for saving it."

"Yeah, and tell him I want me pants back."

"What!" Oliver gasped.

I hadn't meant to tell Oli that Charlie had kept my underpants the other day, it just slipped out. I knew Charlie would be mortified if he knew that he'd been rumbled and irt would be even worse if he knew I'd been spreading it around. I made Oli promise not to say a word as I wanted to have some fun with him first about it. Then I'd let him in on it. As usual all I needed was to use my dick as persuasion.

Ready in my uniform, Oli told me to go downstairs and get ready for him to say 'action'. He was taking this very seriously.

"You ready, Bri?" He asked.

"Yep!"

"Don't forget, I want a loud slam and a good shout so that the camera gets it."

"Okay."

"And... Action."

I slammed the front door hard and shouted. "Mum, I'm home!" I paused and then dashed upstairs and went into my bedroom saying. "Great, she's not here." The camera picked me up at the top of the stairs through my open bedroom door and panned with me as I sat on my bed. I tried not to look at the camera but felt so selfconscious I couldn't help it.

"Cut." Oliver shouted. "Don't look over here, you're alone remember. Now let's do it again."

"Okay, Sir." He was really taking this seriously.

The next take was better, I was sitting on my bed and started to untie my tie and kick off my shoes. I threw them on the floor and started to take my off shirt. That too went on the floor and I stood up to unbutton my trousers. I opened the fly and pushed my hand inside, feeling myself and making myself hard. Istarted moaning like I was enjoying it. All the other boys on the videos moaned at the slightest touch, I thought I'd do the same. My dick was now half-hard and I let it tent my boxershorts as I pulled my trousers down and kicked them off my feet. Both hands now went inside my boxers, stroking my dick and cupping my balls, the waistband was pulled out and down slightly so that my pubes were visable. Oliver zoomed in to the area to get a good shot.

I was now rock hard and Oliver got a great full length shot of me with my dick sticking straight out from my crotch, straining my loose boxers. I teased the down, letting the base of my dick come into view, then lower and lower until it slapped against my belly and my boxers fell to the floor.

While still standing, I began to pump my dick, my other hand stroking my body, my nipples, my navel, my balls. Lying down, I continued to stroke my dick and tug on my balls but I slowed down so that Oliver could zoom in and get a good shot of my dick as I wanked, my foreskin rolling over my knob and the head of my dick emerging and the drip of the pre-cum onto my belly. It was imagining watching this later that got me over-excited and I started pounding my dick and moaning very load. "Shit!" I yelled as my hand went still and my dick throbbed. Oliver zoomed in to catch the ropes of my cum spurt from my dick and land out of shot. After the first shot he slowly panned out to catch the other shots as they merged and land on my chest. As my dick calmed, I began the slow wanking again to drain the last few remnants out and allowed them to dribble over my hand.

The last shot was of my playing with the cum on my chest between my fingers and, it wasn't scripted, the impulse just came to me, but I brought my fingers to my lips and licked the cum off and swallowed with a huge smile on my face.

"And cut!"

Oliver's hand went straight into his jeans and I heard him moan and buck his hips. He came after the first touch of his dick, it was all he needed to send over the edge and give him the relief he had wanted throughout the filming.

Filming Begins for Brian

2009-03-24T19:07:00.002Z

Tomorrow will see the next exciting episode of 'This Life Of Brian' and Oliver comes round with his camcorder. Brian has saved himself all night and all morning and is ready to shoot on camera. But how will the filming go and what will happen afterwards?

Screeve Updated

2009-03-23T19:43:00.005Z

Where's Cock Town, I hear you cry. Just north of Runcorn. But I jest. I have been a little off colour recently and have not been up to writing much. But the good news is that I have started again and Cock Town is continuing very soon.

I have updated Screeve with some more Chapters from Ricky. He has some great series on the go. 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' continues apace and we have two new chapters of his new series 'Roll Call'. I hope you are enjoying them as much as I am.

There is also a new chapter in Taran Geary's 'Rent' story. It is a brilliant series about the life of some lads who have spent much of their life hustling on the streets and trying to survive life.

I hope you are all letting the authors know if you are enjoying their stories. No-one gets paid for doing any of this and quite often silence can be deafening to an author in its unsaid message and disheartening. Until I started using web-stats I had no idea how many people read my stories. Don't be the silent majority, be the loud minority.

Screeve Varda

2009-03-22T16:04:00.003Z

Screeve Varda is a new addition to the Screeve family.

It is a companion blog to Screeve Extra but will show more explicit pictures and also video.

The main Screeve website is the place for the stories, Screeve Extra is the place for regular updates and pictures that are not likely to offend my underage readers. Screeve Varda is the place for those hardcore images and videos that will inspire you and heighten your enjoyment of the stories.

Take yourself over to Varda now and watch the video I have posted. There will be more to come, and harder. And don't forget to bookmark the link. Screeve Varda

Varda will be updated regularly, but certainly not daily as it will be difficult to juggle two blogs, as well as a full-time job.

Before you go and check out Varda, here's some cute swimmers to whet your appetites.

Wales 15-17 Ireland

2009-03-21T19:30:00.004Z

Well I made it back in time and saw that England soundly beat Scotland. Now I hear the dulcet tones of 'Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau' ('The Land of My Fathers' - the Welsh national anthem). The game is about to start.

Wales start the game and not a minute goes by before a penalty is awarded to Ireland after the Wales skipper trips off the ball. Donncha O'Callaghan and Ryan Jones have a little bust up over the foul but the ref says that the penalty will stand.

Ronan O'Gara misses the penalty and Wales are saved from trailing this early in the game.

Ireland put pressure on the Welsh and head for the line. Eventually the Irish make it and Luke Fitzgerald thinks he has scored in the corner, but the ref has blown as Brian O'Driscoll's pass to him was forward.

Wales continue to defend and keep trying to put their own pressure on Ireland. They find some form and surge forward but fail to put much of a dent in the Ireland defence.

Half an hour in and both teams are defending well. There is still no score. And I've just realised I'm missing Harry Hill's TV Burp, oh hell, and it's too late to set my PVR.

After a tussle Lee Byrne limps off, his ankle is causing him trouble and it looks like his game is over. Ireland then yield another penalty to Wales, this time they are close enough to try for the posts.

Steven Jones kicks it on target and Wales finally get the first point. It's 3-0 to Wales.

Emotions continue to run high and Ireland give away another penalty. It is long, but Steven Jones takes it and it soars through the air to elegantly fall between the posts.

At half-time, Wales are now six points in the lead.

The second half gets under way and it is a different Ireland side as within four minutes Brian O'Driscoll manages to squeeze the ball over the line and a given a try and O'Gara converts. In five minutes Wales' lead is gone and they are a point behind.

Two minutes later and I have no idea what has happened to Wales, but Tommy Bowe gets a try and O'Gara converts once again.

Ireland let there tempers get the better of them and a push by Donncha O'Callaghan on Mike Phillips give Steven Jones another 3 points from the penalty.

Four minutes later, Ireland concede another penalty, Steven Jones' boot is having a lot of work to do and gets Wales another 3 points. It is now 12-14 to Ireland.

Wales are pulling back but only through penalties, can they get a try? I don't think Wales can win with a clear 13 points but they could win and deprive Ireland of a Grand Slam. I hope so.

The game continues, both sides are eager to win.

After 73 minutes, Wales finally threaten a try but Ireland kicks the ball away. But Wales threnten again, can they do it. They don't get the try, but the ball is passed to Steven Jones and he scores a fantastic drop-goal. Wales are back in the lead and the Millennium stadium goes wild. Wales just need to keep this lead for five more minutes to deny Ireland the Grand Slam.

But wait, Ireland don't take it lying down and line up Ronan O'Gara his own drop-goal in the 77th minute, Ireland are now back in the lead. 15-17.

Gavin Henson has a good couple of attempts but doesn't get far as Wales try desperately to get within range.

Wales get a penalty, can they do it. Steven Jones kicks the 48 metres to the posts but it is too far. The ref blows and Ireland win.

I'm off to drown my sorrows.

Good Luck Wales!

2009-03-21T11:47:00.004Z

It's the last day of the Six Nations and I think I will miss most of it as I have to go out. But I will be cheering Wales on wherever I am. If they beat Ireland then they will certainly take the Triple Crown (for those not from these shores, that means that they will have beat all the home nations - Ireland, Scotland and England in their games, it doesn't matter that France beat Wales). But they have to beat Ireland by a clear 13 points to take the Six Nations championship. So come on Wales! Can Lee Byrne get any sexier.

And can Morgan Parra get any more gorgeous. I'll miss him the most after today.

After Brian

2009-03-19T19:28:00.002Z

So what did you think to the new part of 'This Life Of Brian'. It's now half way through and Brian is certainly starting to enjoy himself.

This Life Of Brian 5 - Flash Fiction

2009-03-18T17:50:00.026Z

After I came out of the shower, I just threw my towel over my shoulder and stood in the doorway of my bedroom. Well I wasn't going to cover myself up as I was really enjoying Oliver looking at me and besides I wanted his soft lips over my dick.

I could see Oliver hunched over my desk and the screen showed two young lads fucking each other. The top was thin and lanky and had a cock to match, with each thrust he would pull out what looked like seven inches of cock before ramming back up his mates arse. Oliver was furiously wanking his dick and was oblivious to me standing there. It was a hot scene and it caused my dick to fluff up a little.

In a deep and booming voice I demanded that he does not cum. This shocked him and made him jump. His arse literally jumped a couple of inches off the chair and he began to turn round to see who had caught him wanking. It was obvious it was me but he was acting on instinct. As he twisted and his arse fell back to the chair he landed near the edge and the chair slipped from under him and he landed with a loud thump on the floor.

I couldn't help laughing as the beet-red faced boy lay crumpled on the carpet with his hard dick poking out of his fly.

"Oh, fuck, fuck." Oliver jumped up clutching his groin. He lifted his dick straight upwards and gently eased his fly zip down. "My dick caught on me zip, you bastard."

"Come 'ere. Let me check it out and make sure it's alright."

"Fuck off."

"Well don't put it away. Finish what you started." But Oliver declined and the video had finished on the computer and just showed a black screen. I watched as his tucking his dick back inside his jeans and pull his fly up.

Lying back on my bed I told Oliver that I was ready for the blowjob and started to fondle myself to pump up my dick. But Oliver was still unsure and slowly crept over to me and sat on the edge of my bed. I told him to stroke me, to make me hard, which he did. His touch was soft and gentle and it quickly got me hard as a rock. As he continued to wank me I told him to fondle my balls. He needed telling everything for the moment, he was in new territory and needed guidance. Hell, it was new for me, no-one had ever touched my dick or wanked me off before. I watched Oliver's face as he gradually became comforatble touching my dick and a smile emerged on his face. His smile didn't disappear when I told him to keep wanking me but to just like my knob. His tongue darted from his lips and gave me a little lick. Again I told him and got a longer lick. Stop wanking, I said and told him to just put my bell-end in his mouth.

His lips wrapped themselves around my dick and then he needed no more instructed. One suck and he was a cock-sucker. He easily took my dick in his mouth and massged it between his lips and with his tongue. Now it was there, I felt that Oli would never let it go and I relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted with my dick. I felt his hand cup my balls as he continued sucking me, he rolled them around between his fingers and I felt one of his digits rub behind them, almost making its way to my arsehole. It felt amazing and my dick started to throb and my balls began to ache. I started thrashing my head against my pillow and I bit my lip to prevent me from screaming in delight. This was fucking fantastic and I was about to cum. I wanted to tell him but I just couldn't form the words, only strange grunts and whimpers emerged from my throat.

Then I exploded. My dick gushed cum into Oliver's mouth. He started to choke as it hit the back of his throat but to his credit he kept my dick firmly between his lips as it throbbed and spewed more come into him.

I heard him swallow, a sound that made my balls contract and my dick try to eject more cum, but I was now dry.

After giving my deflating dick a couple more stokes between his lips, Oliver let it slip out and slap against my balls.

"Fucking hell, that was amazing." I stared at the ceiling as I recovered. "That was the best, I never want to go back to wanking after that."

"So not bad for my first go at it." Oliver stated.

"Not bad, you were born to suck cock." Oliver blushed. "So what ideas do you have for my first video?"

"What?"

We worked out the scenario and Oliver promised to come back tomorrow with his Dad's camcorder.

The Craic of the Irish

2009-03-17T19:49:00.003Z

Happy St Patrick's day to all you Paddies out there. I'm a quarter Irish, but to look at me you'd never know it.

To celebrate I thought we'd enjoy the craic, or should that be crack!

England Trounce France 34-10

2009-03-16T19:45:00.002Z

Hot on the heals of a messy Welsh win at the weekend saw England finally get it together to trounce a collapsing French team.

Not even the gorgeous, sexy and cute Morgan Parra and the kicking foot on the end of his muscular legs could come close to clawing back many points.

New Series By Ricky

2009-03-15T14:32:00.004Z

I have done a second update this weekend so that you can all start to enjoy the two new series by Ricky. The first, Roll Call, is about a boy who starts a new school and makes a new friend. The second, Tic, is about an boy who unfortunately finds himself on the wrong side of the law. Both are great and I'm hooked on them both already.

Italy 15 - 20 Wales

2009-03-14T16:47:00.001Z

James Hook kicks us off and in the sixth minute Wales give away a penalty. Andrea Marcato kicks and scores, taking Italy 3 points in the lead.

Wales give away another penalty and Italy opt to go for the try rather than the easy 3 points. There's a scramble, a scrum but Wales fight them back.

Marcato goes for a drop goal but he's too far.

Wales find a gap and make a break but fail to get to the try line, a knock-on gives them a penalty but James Hook slices the ball and fails to find the poles.

26 minutes and Wales surge forward, there's some argy bargy but Shane Williams eventually finds his way and taps the ball down between the poles.

James Hook converts and Wales take a 7-3 lead.

Wales quickly ruin this lead and give a way another penalty, which Marcato takes and now their lead is down to only one point. What on earth is wrong with Wales, too many penalties are being given away.

And as I say that, they give another one away and Marcato takes Italy into the lead.

Half-time and its 9-7 to Italy, Wales thankfully avert a good attempt by Italy in a final push for a try.

Ten minutes into the second half and Wales give away yet another penalty which Marcato takes and increases the Italian lead to 5 points. This is followed by a penalty to Wales which Hook takes and pulls back those 3 points and the Italian lead back to two.

Wales make a break for the line but Italy stops them and in the struggle Wales are awarded a penalty and Lee Byrne is on floor injured. He gets looked at while Hook takes the penalty and just squeezes it past for Wales to lead 12-13. Lee Bryne takes his place back on the pitch.

After a few minutes play, Byrne comes off and almost immediately give away another penalty to Italy which Marcato easily crosses the bar and Wales are now behind with only ten minutes to go.

Thankfully, Tom Shanklin gets the opportunity and easily scores a try. The converstion by Hook puts Wales a good five points ahead of Italy.

Full time, and I don't know how they did it, but Wales won.

Who's Posting My Stories?

2009-03-14T08:51:00.006Z

I was browsing a blog the other day, as you do, just looking at the cute boys and the not so cute boys when I came across a block of writing. It was one of my stories, 'Leaving The Scene'. I had a quick look but couldn't see any reference to the fact that I had written it. Should I feel honoured or disgruntled? I'm not sure. If I was attributed as the writer I would definitely be quite pleased that someone thought the story good enough to put on their blog. I know that whenever you put anything on the internet you effectively lose control over it, it can be copied, re-posted many times and that is the one great thing about the internet. It gets your work out there and read by many more people than if it was just on one website.

But it got me thinking. Where else are my stories? Apart from a couple of sites, I have only consented for my stories to appear on Nifty, IOMFATS and Bookpuppy. So if you have seen my stories elsewhere then please email me the link. I like to make a copy of the place where my story appears and am intrigued as to who likes my stories enough to post them.

Anyway, I'm going to email this blogger today as I am quite flattered.

Screeve Updated

2009-03-13T07:18:00.000Z

I have now updated Screeve with a further Chapter of the 'Rent' series by Taran Geary. I hope you are all emailing him to let him know if you are enjoying the story. I am definately hooked and cannot wait for more.

And there is more YOI Cock Town, with an episode entitled 'Sleep Tight'. You can all make up your own innuendo with that one.

Good luck Wales against Italy in Rome tomorrow.

On Brian's Life

2009-03-12T17:23:00.000Z

Well what do you think to the new part? Brian has decided to go through with it as he just loves to show of his cute little body. He even likes to flash his mum. And there is nothing cuter than a teen lying in bed with his tackle on display.

This Life Of Brian 4 - Flash Fiction

2009-03-11T17:28:00.002Z

I have to admit that I spent most of the night surfing that website that bloke gave me access to. So I was not awake the following morning when my parents were leaving for work. School had finished so my parents weren't too bothered that I had been up so late and needed the lie-in.

After I heard them go to bed, last night, I really got stuck into the website and stripped off all my clothes so that I had unhindered access to my dick, which was, by this time permanently hard. I have to tell you that I wanked myself sore looking at the website and shot my load four times.

I was fast asleep when me Mum came into me room and yanked the curtains open to let the morning sun into my room. As she looked out the window she told me that she was off to work and that me Dad had already left. Then she turned round and saw me.

"For god's sake, Brian, cover yourself up." She barked at me.

It was a warm night and all the tossing and turning I'd done while asleep had scrunched my quilt up and I'd wedged it between the wall and the end of my bed. I'd been sleeping in the nude for several years now and so without my quilt my Mum got an eyeful of my equipment, and not for the first time.

Her barking woke me and I grumbled to her. "Just living up to the family name." I said as I grabbed my quilt and pulled over me. Alcock, an old joke but I'd been using it for some time whenever she got an eyeful. And no doubt me Dad used it to death before me.

"Don't flatter yourself. It's not that much to look at." Mum said as she left. "I'm off now so your in on your own. See you later this afternoon. And be good."

I tried to go back to sleep but just couldn't. The sun was streaming in now that my curtains were open and Mum shouting at me had woken my brain. Inevitably my restlessness and lack of motivation to get out of bed caused my hand to crawl down my body and play with dick. I am a teenager after-all and my main hobby is wanking, like every other teenage boy's hobby.

After last night's wankathon, my balls were somewhat barren and my dick was still sore but it didn't stop me having a quickie and it only took a minute for me to cum. Well I say cum, only a tiny dribble leaked out my bell-end, barely enough to smear over me knob. But that orgasm did have its usual effect and I felt drowsy again and I dozed off with my hand still on my dry dick.

Drifting awake, in what I think was about an hour later; I heard the clicking of a mouse. That bastard Oliver had let himself in and was on my computer.

"What the fuck..." I called out and he looked over at me.

"Mornin', sleepy-head."

I had woken up in the same position I'd fallen asleep, flat on my back and giving Oliver a good view of my goods. As I sat up on the edge of my bed, I didn't bother to cover myself up as I had nothing else to hide from him and saw that he was on that porn site that bloke had emailed me yesterday.

"This is a fucking good site. How'd ya pay for it, you couldn't have used your folks credit card?"

I stood up behind him and leant over him. The back of Oliver's head was now resting against my chest and I covered the hand on my mouse with mine and opened up my email. Clicking on the email from that bloke I told him to read it.

As he read the email he stood at his side so that he could see my groin out of the corner of his eye. His head flicked to this side to take in the view.

"Bloody hell, that's fucking awesome. You gonna do it?" Oliver looked at me in the dick. "I could get me Dad's camcorder and film it."

I didn't answer him straight away, but just on my bed and lay back down. "Dunno. Prolly not. He must be a perv."

"But you've seen his site. This is professional stuff, you'd be a proper model. And think of the dough."

I toyed with him some more. I knew damn well I'd give it a go, but wanted Oli to beg. And beg he did, he was desperate to film me again and properly this time. After about ten minutes of me feigning reluctance and Oli persuading me I gave in and made him an offer.

"Ok, mate. I'll give it a go. Just this once to see if he still wants me. If he does then I'll have to think about it again."

"And you'll let me film it?" Oli looked like a dog panting, eager to please.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You give me that blow job you mentioned last night."

Oliver started to stammer as he explained that he was just bullshitting. But I was insistent and then he finally blurted out that he was still a virgin and had never blown anybody before. He went bright red. I told him that I ain't, either but was willing to give it a try and so should he. And if I was to be some great teen porn model, I should have some experience.

Oliver came over to the bed and grabbed my dick. "Not now." I batted it away. "I'd just had a wank this morning. Later. beside I want a shower."

I told Oliver to start thinking about what he wanted to film me doing and to research others on the website while I showered. I left him with his eyes glued to my computer screen, watching some young cute blond boy wanking on the sofa.

Coming Up In Brian

2009-03-10T17:12:00.000Z

Well tomorrow sees Brian telling Oli about the proposal he's received. What would you do? Have you ever fantasised about being a porn star or have you ever filmed yourself having sex, or wanking? The net is full of amateurs showing us their equipment, will Brian be one of them? Are you? Am I?

A Little Something

2009-03-09T19:04:00.001Z

Here's a little something for you to enjoy until the next part of 'This Life Of Brian' is posted. It's been interesting writing that series, a new venture for me and a new style. Let me know if you are enjoying it.

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

2009-03-08T13:57:00.004Z

I hope you have all enjoyed the latest offerings on Screeve. Ricky's great series 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of' will take you on a rollercoaster ride of young love and there are more series to come from him. He also has the series in audio book form so for those interested please email him and he'll be happy to send them to you, until I can sort out a better arrangement.

Screeve Updated

2009-03-07T09:29:00.003Z

I have now updated Screeve and sent over episode 4 of YOI Cock Town to Nifty. Quite a lot of you can't wait to see what happens to Nathan next. Well you can now read it. It is another intense and violent episode.

There is also a new Chapter of Taran Geary's excellent 'Rent' series and another two chapters of Ricky's 'The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of'. I hope you are enjoying both series. And of course, for those regular blog readers you would already have read the next instalment in 'This Life Of Brian'.

Here's some boys determined to tease us with their equipment.

Next In Cock Town

2009-03-06T17:54:00.000Z

Nathan has met the Top Dog in the wing and has come off worse. He has been told who is the boss but he is not happy about it. In the next episode, Nathan wants to wash away evidence of his first two encounters and visits the showers. Once there, he starts to fight back. But what is the outcome. This weekend will see the episode unleased.

What's The Problem With Nudity?

2009-03-05T17:41:00.001Z

That was the question posed by Horizon, BBC2 Tuesday 3rd March. It was a great excuse to see some naked bodies, and one bloke in particular was worth watching. His name was Iain and he was a lanky dude with a nice length. They looked at why we lost our fir in the first place and why we feel embarrassed when naked in public. It seems that our ability to sweat and walking upright had something to do with us shedding our fir. And as for feeling ashamed when we are naked, they suppose it has something to do with showing our sexual nature and our need to pair up for long periods to care for our young. An interesting programme.

One bloke, was not entering into the spirit of the investigations. He was given a headset to wear which mapped his eye movements and then a fully clothed person was put in from of him and then a naked person. He purposefully kept his eyes focused on the person's face. Afterwards he said he treated like a computer game and tried to control his reactions. What an arse. And he is a police constable - it just goes to show the sort of idiots they let into the police force.

Phil, 39, Data Analyst

Iain, 27, Student

Foyez, 25, Police Constable

Alex, 27, Youth Worker

This Life of Brian 3 - Flash Fiction

2009-03-04T17:56:00.000Z

I had the usual grilling from my parents when they were both home about how my exam went. I just said what I had to so that they would be satisfied and after dinner I went into my bedroom to go on my computer. My parents were used to this; if I wasn't out with me mates I was shut up in my room on the computer. They had no idea what I got up to on it, thankfully.

While I was surfing my favourite websites, I got an instant message.

Oli212 «That show you put on earlier today has had over a thousand views already.»

It was Oliver, the prat who filmed me stripping off on the way home from school.

0eBri «What the crap are on about!»

Oli212 «Look at this, it's amazing.»

Oliver sent over a url which I clicked and watched as the page slowly loaded. It was one of the video sites where twats post videos of them arsing around and they think its funny to show it to the rest of the world. But this site was one I had not been on before. It had two sections, one for straight vid and one for gay. Before the page had loaded properly I sent a quick IM back to Oliver.

0eBri «Didn't know you surfed queer stuff? You should have said earlier and I'd have let you suck me off!»

Oli212 «Fuck off you twat, beside I don't suck pencil dicks. Just watch the vid.»

The page had now fully loaded and I was now streaming the vid. The title was Schoolboy Strip and it was a bit jerky and the sound was crap, but it was the full twenty minute video of me stripping off as I walked home after the exam. The vid ended with the close up of my dick and then a great shot of my arse as I walked up my drive. I have to admit that it made me horny and my dick was starting to respond. I slipped my hand into my shorts gave my dick an appreciative couple of tugs.

Looking the post, there were quite a few comments left, all of which telling Oliver they liked what they saw and most of them asked for more.

0eBri «You fucking wanker, my dick is now all over the internet and you and a lot of queers are tossing off over it.»

Oli212 «Just think how much cum has been spilt, you must be very proud. And this is just in a few hours. In a week you'll be an internet star.»

It was then that I'd noticed in the description he gave all those pervs my hotmail address. I opened a fresh browser window and logged in. I was bloody furious. I had that much email It almost filled up my inbox. Looking at one of the first I could see it was from Oliver, sending me a copy of the video for me to keep.

0eBri «What you give em my email for? I'm got loads of it.»

Oli212 «You're a star Bri.»

0eBri «Take that bloody thing off. I've got all sorts of pervs wanting me to do things.»

Oli212 «Like wot?»

0eBri «Well one wants to tie me up. Cut all my clothes off and rub oil all over my skin. Then he wants to shove all sorts of crap up my arse, cucumbers, dildoes, carrots. Then when I'm hard he wants to take a mould of me knob and make a dildo out of that and then shove that up me arse. All this and some whipping, paddling and hanging weights off me balls. And I'm not allowed to cum.»

Oli212 «Ugh, nice. Wot else?»

0eBri «After the weights on me balls he. ARE YOU WANKING OVER THIS.»

Oli 212 «Sorry mate. It's making me so horny and watching your vid to it is just so damn hot. I might just take you up on your offer and come round and suck you off. I've wanted to for years.»

I had always suspected Oli might be queer but now he had just come out to me proper. I think he knew about me too and that's why he did it. It was only fair to say something back.

0eBri «I'd wished you had been for years. I wouldn't have said no. Even given you one back. But wot about Charlie?»

Oli212 «Dunno, he's too shy to tell.»

0eBri «I reckon he is, he just watched me wank and cum all over myself this arvo.»

Oli212 «No shit. Wish I had got that on camera.»

0eBri «Come on round 2morrow, gotta go. Parents are moving about.»

I opened something which was perfectly innocent should they come in and start being nosey about what I was doing, but they didn't disturb me. Once I felt it was safe to do so, I started trawling through my emails, glancing at them and deleting the ones from pervs.

But one email caught my attention. It started by saying that it was a serious offer and please consider it rather than trashing it like the thousands he expected me to receive. It was from a Mister Bob Arlo, so it must be serous if he is a mister, and he had seen my video and liked it, no surprise there, and that he thought I had a good body, again no surprise. Then he said that he ran a website and would I consider modeling, right here's the bullshit and he just wants me round his place so that he can fuck me. But as I read further, he gave me the url for the website and a free months access to see if I wanted to be one of the models. He also mentioned money, but not any figures. Then there was the rub. He wanted to see a better quality video of me before he made me a firm offer.

Shit!

Brian Teaser

2009-03-03T17:45:00.002Z

Tomorrow will see another short episode in Brian's life posted. The aftermath of his after school strip begins to be revealed and he teases his friend by telling him about his solo show especially for Charlie.

Is It So Hard To Use A Telephone?

2009-03-02T13:40:00.008Z

I am probably showing my age here, well I'm not that old. But I took my nieces and nephew to a museum at the weekend and one of the interactive exhibits was a bank of old telephones which they could dial the number of the other phones and talk to each other.

Now all these phones were old and were dial phones, not button phones and none of them knew how to use them. Other kids there also had no idea. It seems that no-one under the age of twenty can use an old style dial phone. They had several ways of trying, like lining up the first hole on the dial with the number they wanted. It's a good job there were adults around to show them how they worked.

But it doesn't half make you feel old.

So I thought I'd post some pictures of younguns who have probably no idea how to use an old style phone.

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi

2009-03-01T16:52:00.003Z

Happy Saint David's Day. I hope you are all wearing either a leak or a daffodil in your lapel to celebrate.

Screeve - Updated & New Series

2009-02-28T17:29:00.005Z

Screeve has now been updated with another two chapters of Ricky's 'The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of' I hope you are enjoying the story, I certainly am.

This week we also have a new offering from Taran Geary. He is writing an excellent story called 'Rent' and I have posted the first chapter for you to enjoy.

YOI Cock Town has now hit Nifty and I'm starting to get some great responses and encouragement. It is the most violent story I have ever written and although I'm nothing like any of the characters I am enjoying the writing.

France 21-16 Wales

2009-02-27T20:17:00.023Z

Don't you just love rugby players, they are so much sexier than football players (or soccer players to those American readers). And you can't beat beat a Welshman in shorts. They are so much more manly and some have even come out of the closet.

Anyway, back to rugby, great blokes, great bodies and great arses; just look at those scrums.

Back to the match, an easy penalty by Stephen Jones was countered by another penalty by the 21 year old French and gorgeous Morgan Parra.

A great try by the sexy Lee Bryne as the French defence faltered and an easy conversion by Stephen Jones.

Another penalty by Parra after Shanklin does not release the ball when he is tackled and is brought down.

Less than a minute before half time (bloody hell!) and Thierry Dusautoir scores a try as the Welsh defence breaks down and Morgan Parra (how dare he) converts to put the score at 13-13 at half time.

A great and tiring first half. Wales let an easy try for the French. Come on Wales, get it together for the second half and concentrate.

Wales 13-13 France after 1st Half

Seven minutes into the second half and Parra misses another penalty (offside), it was square on to the goal but he needed to kick distance, thankfully for Wales he pulled it to the right and it missed and saved Wales from going behind.

Oh, hell. Cedric Heymans scores a try as Wales falters but Parra fails to covert. Gavin Henson is sub-ed on to revitalise Wales.

Another penalty is taken by the sexy Parra which hits the bar and Wales are still 18-13 down.

Shit! Parra scores another penalty, a long one. He may be gorgeous but he aint no friend to the Welsh. France is dominating the second half at the Stade de France and Wales are more than a try and conversion behind.

James hook tries for a penalty and scores, and all Wales need is a try and conversion to win.

Four minutes to go and Wales almost make the try line. It ends in a line out, can they do it, they drive for the line but fail to cross it. France kicks it away.

In the final minute minute, Wales get another penalty and go for a try. Again it ends in a line-out. The ball goes into touch and the ref blows. It's over for Wales. France 21-16 Wales

France dominated the second half and some say they deserved to win. I am disappointed as Wales gave too much away.

After all that rugby, I've going to get myself a stiff-one (drink, that is) and drown my sorrows.

Screeve - Updated

2009-02-27T19:48:00.005Z

The first of two updates this weekend of Screeve has now been done. Episode 3 of YOI is now updated on the website and I have submitted it to Nifty, so it should be on their within the next few days.

If you like this new episode, then please let me know. There's a lot more to come.

Just before I go, good luck to Wales who play France this evening in the 6 Nations. It's just about to start, so I gotta go!

Coming Up In Cock Town

2009-02-26T17:23:00.002Z

YOI will be updated this weekend with another Episode. Nathan is sore after his induction by Officer Hanley and in Episode 3 he meets his cell-mate and also learns a thing or two about the pecking order in the prison.

I've had a great response to this story, it has certainly caught your imaginations, so please keep your comments coming. Or why don't you put them down in my guestbook and let everyone read them - you don't have to leave your real name or even your email address.

Here's some pictures to tempt you until you can read Episode 3 this weekend.

This Life of Brian 2 - Flash Fiction

2009-02-25T17:42:00.000Z

Charlie's face were a right picture. Well, if you'd just seen your best mate strip off stark bollock naked on the streets and you were a prude, then you'd look like Charlie.

Being naked I didn't have my door key on me, so I just used the spare that Mum put under the plant pot by the door. She really is a stupid cow, that is the first place any burglar would look but you can't tell her anything. She still thinks we live in this fantasy world from the forties and fifties where neighbours watched out for one another and you could leave your doors unlocked.

I flopped down on the sofa and Charlie tentatively sat on a nearby chair. He asked me if I wanted my clothes back and all I said was that I'd done with me school uniform and he could keep it if he wanted. He just looked at me with a permanent frown on his face. He had never seen me act so cavalier like this and he was confused.

He looked so adorable I just carried on teasing him. "Christ, I feel so horny after that." I said to Charlie and my hand started rubbing my limp dick. I tried not to look directly at him but just stole glimpses from the corner of my eye; his mouth was so slack-jawed he could have got a dangerous carpet burn if he wasn't too careful. It was the reaction I had hoped for and expected. Even though he was shocked at watching me wank myself to a full blown hard-on in front him, he couldn't stop staring.

I slid my arse down the sofa so that I could wank myself in my usual slouched position, and spread my legs wider so that balls hung low and swung with each stroke rather than resting on my thighs and banging into my fist every time I pumped my dick. It was beginning to hurt in that position and I was in danger of bruising my balls and as a teenager I didn't want to damage my favourite toys.

"Oh fuck, Bri. Can't you wait? I should go; your Mum will be back soon." But Charlie never moved a muscle.

"So what if she sees me, I don't care." Charlie knew that my Mum would always be back from work about ten minutes I got back from school and he was mortified that she might see me wanking and also him just watching, and enjoying it.

While I stoked myself with one hand, the other I used to cradle my balls, squeeze them and pull down lightly on them. I felt fucking fantastic and the extra pair of eyes on me just made it even better.

My dick began leaking as I got closer, leaving slime trails over my belly as I kept pounding. I now barely even noticed Charlie and the growing lump in his crotch as I got closer to showing him my dick spewing its spunk all over my chest. And boy was he going to get a good show very soon.

I tugged down harder on my balls as I felt them start to ache, gearing up for moment I was preparing them for. My eyes closed as I became lost in the feelings emanating from my groin and my dick swelled even harder. Without having to look down, I just knew that my piss-slit was flaring and poking through my foreskin. My dick got even more moist as my pre-cum leaked and was smeared all down the shaft by my hand. The wetter it got the noisier it became and I would hear the squelching as my pumping became even more vigorous.

The moment had now arrived and I quickly opened my eyes to steal a quick glance at Charlie who was now gently rubbing his bulge. He abruptly stopped when he noticed me looking.

But it was just a quick glance as I needed to close my eyes again as my dick erupted. The first shot flew upwards and splashed on my neck, coating my pronounced adam's apple. The remaining shots hit my chest and then went lower and lower each time until my dick only oozed its cum as I rhythmically squeezed my knob.

As my breathing eased back to normal, I opened my eyes and looked over to Charlie. "That was fucking fantastic. You should've joined me."

He shot up from his chair and placed my clothes on the seat. "I'd better go." he said as he rushed out the house.

"Ring me tomorrow, mate!" I called out after him.

Grabbing my clothes I dashed upstairs just in time to hear my Mum come through the front door. Charlie must have passed her as he left. His face must have looked a picture.

Flinging my clothes in my dirty linen basket I noticed that my underwear was missing. That little perv Charlie must have nicked them. Mind you I did say he could.

More James Taylor

2009-02-24T18:00:00.002Z

I have one more picture of what you are all probably thinking is my obsession of the moment, James Taylor. This is another cap from The South Bank Show when he was eighteen. It's very difficult to find new pictures of him, I've searched everywhere. So if you have any then please send them to me.

The Reader

2009-02-23T13:02:00.012Z

Congratulations to Kate Winslett for winning the Oscar for her performance in 'The Reader'. I saw this film last December and was very impressed with her performance. One Guardian newspaper reviewer found this adaptation of the book to be shallow but as I have not read the book I cannot comment. Not only is the film very emotional, but it is also very erotic as Kate's character, Hanna, embarks on an explicit affair with a fifteen year old boy, Michael (played by David Kross). Between their bouts of frequent love-making and bathing, Michael reads to Hanna - hence the title of the film. There are some humorous moments such as when she is disgusted as Michael reads D.H.Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover to her but then tells him to carry on.

Fearing that a promotion at work from being a tram conductress to the office will uncover an embarrassing secret, she disappears. Michael finds out as the next time they were to meet she is not there and her apartment is empty.

Their paths then cross again some years later as Michael is a law student and as part of his course he and his class attend a Nazi war crime. To his surprise he sees that Hanna is one of the defendants.

This film has also hit the headlines for the full-frontal scene with David Gross and how the film-makers had to delay filming it until he reached his eighteenth birthday. I had no idea about this when I saw the film and so it came as a pleasant surprise.

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

2009-02-22T11:24:00.007Z

Please welcome Ricky, a new author to Screeve, and I have now uploaded the first two parts of his series "The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of". Take a look at his story and don't forget to email him to let him know if you enjoyed it. Below is a nice excerpt to tempt you.

'As Andrew drifted off to sleep Tad became captivated by his features. His golden brown hair tapered into the wisps that connect to his long, muscular, chiseled neck. His shoulders, un-tanned and smooth, showed he had the beginnings of bulk, and his frame was readying itself for the onslaught of muscle that was about to come. His spine already troughed through the muscle of his torso. It was soft to the eyes yet firm if he were to touch it. And the thought of touching it, caressing it, kissing it, changed his breathing. His eyes traveled further to where that beautiful trough emptied into the perfect spheres of his nakedness. Such perfect roundness, delegating their end with a defining crease along the top of his long sinuous legs, sprawling downward to his perfectly shaped feet.'

And if that was enough, then here are some boys who are the stuff that dreams are made of, they bear no relation to Ricky's story but it's always nice to see a cute face.

YOI Is Back

2009-02-21T15:00:00.005Z

I have now updated the website to include the first two episodes of YOI Cock Town. So if you can't wait for it to appear on Nifty then take a look now as it should be on Nifty very soon.

Nathan is taken to the Young Offenders Institution where he is processed. Here are some photos for illustration and I hope they ignite your imagination.

This Life of Brian - Flash Fiction

2009-02-20T14:23:00.006Z

I am not the Messiah; I'm a very naughty boy!

I warned all me mates that I'd do it. And do it I did. It was right after we finished our last exam and that meant that school was over. Forever, for good. No longer would I have to go to that dreary building being talked down to by my inadequate teachers. I'm sure they just like to laud it over us kids because they couldn't do any other job. And teaching wasn't exactly suited to them as they instilled no enthusiasm in me for any of the subjects.

We were told to put our pens down and remain quiet while someone shuffled round our lonely desks to collect our exam papers. I had finished ages ago and was slouching with my arms folded and my eyes closed. Why waste the time, I could catch up on some sleep.

Charlie, me best mate, kicked me in the shins and I pretended to wake up. He told me it was time to go and although I didn't shout, I did raise me voice slightly to ensure all those badly dressed teachers could hear me. "That fuck that's over now so I can get out of this dump."

I must say that I got some very dirty looks from the teachers and I bet some wanted to say something but thought I was outa there now and outa their hair.

A group of us met outside the gates to start the walk home. They were all calling me chicken saying that I didn't have the guts to do it. Well, first to go was the contents of my specially bought transparent pencil case. Each garden we walked past got an item. A pen, pencil, compass, ruler, pathetically tiny calculator, rubber, set square (which I never used in any exam, not even maths - god knows why me Mum bought it me.) Lastly some garden hedge became home to the pencil case itself.

Then me tie came off and I played with it around my neck, pulling it one way then the other before tossing it into the gutter where I thought it belonged. This got a huge cheer from me mates.

While humming some indistinct stripper tune, I slowly unbuttoned my white shirt. I didn't have a coat with me as it was the start of summer and I didn't need one. We do all our exams in June and July in England so that the teachers can have a good laugh at all the wussy kids suffering from hay fever as they sniff their way through the exams. By now you must be getting the idea that I think all teachers are sadistic bastards, and you wouldn't be far wrong.

My shirt started to billow out as it got caught in the slight breeze. I loved the feel of the air on my chest, it made my nips pops out and the feeling it gave me when my shirt rubbed against them was fantastic. If all me mates weren't around me I would certainly have played with them. I'm sure there is a nerve going from each of me nips straight to me cock. They're like a remote control for me knob. Tug on them and me knob flinches. Mind you, at sixteen and a half you could tug on any part of my body and it'll make me knob flinch.

I pulled me shirt from me trousers and struggled to get me arms free. They all laughed as me hands wouldn't slip passed the cuffs, which I didn't unbutton. Never did, I'm a lazy arse. Pulling the sleeves inside out, I tugged hard and pulled myself free.

With a hoop and a skip, I twirled me shirt round my head before letting it drift behind me and onto the pavement.

I heard Charlie moan about something and he must have dashed back and retrieved my now dirty shirt.

"Here y'are, Charlie." I said as I bent down and threw my black shoes over me head. I heard him start shouting 'fuck' at me, I think one must have hit him on the head.

Hopping on alternate feet, I tugged me socks off and chucked them into the road.

So barefoot and wearing only my trousers, most of me mates though that was it. But I turned round and started to walk backwards. Looking at each of them in turn, my hand started unbuttoning my trousers. Lowering my fly I let them fall to my knees and I heard a chorus of 'bloody hell' and 'fuckin' hell'. I stared at them while they saw my tight and white boxer briefs hug my lunchbox nice and snug. Some cheered and hollered while a few just stared at my basket.

I clutched and squeezed my bulge as I blew a kiss into the group before turning to show them my cute bubble-butt.

"I hope there aren't any skid marks back there." I called out and they all creased up laughing.

After another spot of hopping, my trousers were let loose over my head again and into the waiting arms of Charlie. "There y'are mate." I shouted at him. "Have a sniff of them, you'll enjoy it."

I think I was beginning to piss off Charlie as all I heard him say was "Fuck off."

I was now nearly home and I turned to go up my street. Some of me mates went the other way to there homes but a few wanted to see if I'd go all the way.

At the bottom of my drive I stopped, turned to the guys and said. "Well, I'm home." And without any warning I pulled down my boxer briefs and stood there looking at them. They were all gob smacked, surprised that I'd actually do it. Then I noticed that one guy had him mobile pointing to me. That bastard, Oliver, had been filming me all the way home. I made me horny and I felt my knob start to grow.

I threw my boxer briefs to Charlie, which landed on his face, and walked up to my front door. "See you later guys."

Charlie scuttled behind me like a mouse.

James Taylor

2009-02-19T20:37:00.005Z

To keep your interest whetted until the next instalment of YOI Cock Town, here's some more of James Taylor. Which do you prefer, wet with clothes or wet without?

More YOI Soon

2009-02-18T20:05:00.004Z

I've had a great response to the first episode of YOI Cock Town. Everyone who's emailed has enjoyed it and can't wait for more.

The good news is that I hope to have episode two on Nifty at the weekend and also update the website to include this new series.

French Swimming Pool Rules

2009-02-17T19:17:00.008Z

I found out something from a work colleague yesterday. Apparently, in France, most swimming pools have rules so that you cannot wear swimshorts in the swimming pool. You have to wear proper trunks, crotch hugging, bulge showing trunks. Some even insist that you wear swimming caps. It seems this is a hygiene issue as people have gone swimming in swimshorts that they wear for everyday use and so are dirty. The cleanliness of the pool water has increased no end due to this. It may be common knowledge to some, but this was new to me.

So I though I would use this new knowledge as an excuse to show you some guys in speedos. Don't you just love them!

YOI Cock Town

2009-02-16T20:04:00.009Z

Nifty has now posted the first episode of my new series, YOI Cock Town, a story I originally wrote a pilot to some years ago. I am now reworking it and turning it into a mini-series. You can read the original short story here - YOI Cockton.

If you have read the first episode, I included a straight sex scene. I would be interested to hear from you what you thought of it.

Below is a picture of YOI Glen Parva. It opened in 1974 as a Borstal, the precursor to the YOI, and had a reputation for being a tough place to be in. I've tried to get more pictures but I think they don't like to show the inside of these places too much just.

I have taken some very large liberties with the story as the cells also tend to be single and very comfortable. Below is an example. Some critics say that serving in a YOI is like a hotel rather than a prison, as I have never been in one I cannot comment.

I will also use this as an opportunity to show you some bad boys. The first picture was used for an article about a teenager on death row (in the US). We abolished the death penalty years ago and I do not agree with it under any circumstances. I know people think differently and I respect their position, mine is just different. We just agree to disagree. C'est la vie! Ou mort!

These boys are only bad because they are faggin' it (smoking), which is quickly becoming a morally reprehensible act in the UK these days. We cannot smoke anywhere in an enclosed public space now. I actually don't smoke but I don't like the way that smokers are becoming outcasts to society and castigated. Ring any bells - underground private clubs and such. Smokers already meet up outdoors and gossip together. Soon they will have their own language "Bona to varda your eek. Fancy a fag?"

Let me know what you think of the blog and how 'hard' you want the pictures.

The Boy

2009-02-15T11:19:00.007Z

For those interested, the edition of the South Bank Show, The Boy, was originally broadcast on 19th October 2008 by ITV, now called ITV1 since the advent of digital terrestrial television. I did record it at the time but I have saved it on an external HDD and can't access it at the moment. As soon as I can I might post some more screen caps. In the meantime, here are some newer pictures of James. He has certainly become more handsome as he grew older.

Three Tears - The start of it all

2009-02-14T21:51:00.008Z

Hi there and welcome to the new Screeve blog where you can find updates and all things related Screeve.

Firstly, a lot of you want to know how Three Tears finishes and I can tell you that it is well on its way. I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting, but it is an emotional ending and I hope your patience is well rewarded.

And now for my first picture. It was the picture that inspired the life-class scenes at the start. The model is James Taylor, he was eighteen at the time and the picture is taken from a television programme 'The Southbank Show' an edition entitled 'The Boy', hosted by Germaine Greer about the young male in art. But more of that another time, no doubt.