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.

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.

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.

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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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.