The students spend the day at the beach, but Ben and his mates get into trouble for playing too hard in the sea. After calming down, they find Charlie, the coach driver, sunbathing in nothing but Speedos. Ben gets an idea, and the boys decide to buy their own Speedos. Ben has a little fun with Darren in the fitting room as they try on their tight swim briefs.
A Summer of Discover: Left Alone by David Heulfryn
The group arrive at the campsite and put up the tents. Ben is knackered from having no sleep and quickly falls asleep once his tent is up. When he wakes, he finds himself alone, the rest having gone to a nearby lake. Ben doesn’t know where they have gone, so he visits the ablution hut to shower. He meets the coach driver there, and they share a shower cubicle.
A Summer of Discovery: Getting There by David Heulfryn
The students have finished their exams and are on a final school trip to the South of France. They travel through the night, and most of the students are either asleep in their seats or wrapped in their sleeping bags and lying on the floor of the coach. But Ben Masters and his best friend are having trouble sleeping. Ben takes a risk and helps his friend to fall asleep by wanking him off.
Who Is Ben Masters?
Ben Masters is the star of my new series, which will start very soon. I should admit that when I began writing the story, and I named my characters, I had no idea there was a gay porn star of the same name. There is a reason I chase that name, and those readers from the UK may understand.
There was a children’s programme from the early seventies called Mr Benn. He went on fantastic adventures after visiting a fancy dress costume shop. So we go from Mister Benn to Master Benn to Ben Masters.
This first story introduces us to the character and what he gets up to on an end-of-school trip. Ben has finished school and will be going to University in the autumn. This school trip is for the students to let their hair down, enjoy themselves, and say goodbye, and it takes place in the South of France. It may be cold outside, frosty or snowy sometimes, but this story brings sun, sand and sex into our lives.
I hope you enjoy it. The first part will arrive very soon.
Much Better
It has been a terrible ten days, but I am finally testing negative. The tiredness, scratchy throat and foggy head made me feel worse. I still get tired; it’s a great excuse for an afternoon nap.
All the sick days have allowed me to continue editing and writing my new story. After the emotional rollercoaster of Max and Finn, my next story is unapologetically a story of action. I still have a couple of chapters to finish writing, and then I will unleash it on the world.
I will be dangling the story in the next week or so. Stay tuned.
Don’t Be Complacent
Thank you all for your kind words, I appreciate them all. So far, my experience of Covid-19 is like having the flu. Bad flu. But my neighbour died of it and left two young children and their mother alone. It was distressing when I heard of his death. He was young, fit and had no underlying medical issues.
I am in a vulnerable group and have always been very careful. I had all the vaccinations, took social distancing seriously, and seemed to be constantly washing my hands. The main effects, so far, are a blocked nose, tickly throat, sneezing and feeling like crap. The persistent coughing and sneezing have affected my ribs and my chest aches. But I’m not having any issues breathing. The moment I’m short of breath is the moment I turn up at my local “Emergency Department”. My anti-viral medication was delivered yesterday, and I am taking it: three tablets twice daily. I’m hoping any trips to the hospital won’t be necessary.
If you look at the mainstream media, Covid isn’t mentioned very much. But Covid is still with us, and it is just as deadly. People are getting complacent, and so is the government. Vaccinations are no longer offered to the general population, and I’m not aware of any plans for boosters for those of us who are vulnerable.
I spent three years being scared of contracting Covid, and now I have it. I’m hoping all the vaccinations and the anti-virals will prevent me from becoming seriously ill. I still have more stories to tell and won’t let Covid stop me. I hope Covid won’t stop you from reading them.
It’s Finally Got Me
The pandemic may be over, but Covid-19 hasn’t gone away. I spent the past three years successfully avoiding Covid, but my luck has now run out. Yesterday, I thought I was coming down with a cold and tested negative. This morning, I checked again, and it was positive. I have Covid-19!
I feel like crap, but so far, it just feels like a bad cold. I’m hoping it doesn’t get any worse. I’m immunosuppressed, so I am in a vulnerable group. I’ve put in a call to the NHS, and they may decide to give me anti-virals.
The new story is going well on the writing front and promises more action than you could hope for. That happens when you get five young men at a beach in the Mediterranean. Bear with me; I promise you won’t have to wait much longer.
To write is human, to edit is divine
I have been quiet recently, but that does not mean I haven’t been busy. I am so glad I managed to finish the saga of Max and Min (Finn), and that story really took it out of me. I didn’t know it would take a life of its own and take me to places I didn’t realise it would go. When I start a story, I have an idea of what I want to say, where it will go, and how it will end, but I don’t let that constrain me, as sometimes it takes me in an unexpected direction.
But something has been warming me up in this cold season. The temperature outside may be hovering around zero degrees Celsius, but inside, I am busy editing a story that takes place in summer in the south of France. The weather is hot, the beach is inviting, and the Mediterranean is refreshing. I think I have most of it written, and I’m editing what I have, but I don’t want to start releasing it until I’m further down the road.
I hope you will be patient with me as I dangle the promise of a new story in front of you. I do love things that dangle!
The Punishment of Neil Wilson by David Heulfryn
Note: This story contains scenes of physical punishments. The punishments include birching and sexual penetration. If these scenes cause offence or are liable to trigger painful memories, please do not read any further. Please note that this story is pure fiction and not derived from actual events.
This story is not part of “The Chronicles of the Fletcher Family” as it has a dark tone and doesn’t fit the style of that story. I skipped over Neil’s punishment in that story, but we did see some of the effects of that punishment. I only started to write this after I finished the main storyline. Neil’s punishment had to be brutal, not merely a few lashes of the birch. It is also a reminder that Cockaigne is not the paradise it thinks it is, and the residents must adhere to the laws, as the punishments can be harsh.
I will not be offended if some people don’t read this, as it contains some scenes that some of you may find disturbing. We all like different stories, and I know this will not be for everyone. I must admit that I don’t generally read these stories. I don’t find them remotely erotic, but writing it can be somewhat cathartic.
I have new stories planned this year, which will be more pleasant to read. So stay tuned.
Happy New Year 2024
Many thanks to everyone who has visited Screeve; I wish you all a Happy New Year. And a big thank you to those who have commented, rated stories or emailed. I appreciate it all.
I have been posting episodes from the life of Max & Finn since October 2022, and despite many challenges in 2023, I managed to post updates regularly. That story is now over, but I do not promise not to revisit it from time to time.
I have a new story next year, “The Punishment of Neil Wilson”. I didn’t want it to form part of the main story about Max and Finn for reasons I will explain next year.
Some of you may have celebrated New Year already; others may not be celebrating yet. But raise a glass to your friends and family. And if you don’t have any, raise a glass to me. We all need to look after each other. I have raised a glass to all of you this year.