Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays 2024

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to all my readers and supporters. It’s been a turbulent year for me, having suffered some bad mental health issues. In between bouts of depression, I have managed to write, and I’m proud of some stories. This time of year always drains me physically and emotionally, but as soon as the season is over, I hope to get back to the keyboard. I already have several story ideas floating in my head.

I found the picture above on social media and had to use it. It is a parody of an album cover, one of my favourite albums. (If any youngsters are reading this, ask your parents what an album is.)

If you know the name of the album, be the first to tell everyone else in the comments. There are no prizes, just the honour of being the first to tell everyone.

I hope you all have a great day! And a big thank you to those working today, especially the NHS and other emergency services who keep us safe.

 

Having Some Fun With AI Pictures

I’m sure some of you have seen me using AI to illustrate my stories. I’ve had a lot of fun playing with it, and despite getting some good results, it has also generated some strange results. I’ve seen some good AI nudes that have been created and shared on social media; by nudes, I mean naked men.

I’m not a super-experienced techie, but I’m not a technophobe either (I can run and manage this website, after all), but I cannot get any online AI generators to render me a good picture of a naked man. When searching for an answer, I discovered that I may have to download something, but I don’t have a good enough graphics card for it to work. So until the online AI generators can generate a realistic cock, they are excellent at generating naked women, but who here wants me to post stories and pictures of naked women?

I’ve chosen one of the least disgusting renderings of a man’s crotch to illustrate just how bad it is. Some pictures have come out like mutants created on “The Island of Dr. Moreau.”

AI is by no means perfect, but it has yet to learn what naked men look like. Perhaps it would have learned enough to do a proper job in a few years.

Women, on the other hand, are easier to draw. They don’t have much down below, and you can get away with a simple gash. But my website is not dedicated to stories about women, lesbian or not, and I don’t expect wanting to generate many pictures of naked women. Perhaps one or two.

After searching and testing more, I found a model (Which they call the template with which to base the picture) that can render a semi-decent-looking naked man. The only problem is that it is in the style of a cartoon/anime. I would have preferred something more photorealistic, but this will have to do until the online AI generators get better. I can manage to create some good photorealistic pictures of men in underwear, all wearing white briefs or the occasional red briefs (just to satisfy my fetish).

I can even manage to get a good picture of a naked arse. My favourite phrase to type into the generator is “with pert buttocks”. But the system also has a mind of its own and doesn’t always do what I ask. I still cannot get a good picture of two guys spooning in bed.

My main reason for starting to play with AI for picture illustrations was copyright. I wasn’t happy “borrowing” pictures from the internet, so I chose stock pictures from various free stock picture sites instead. That was okay to start with, but the choices are limited with the free sites, and the paysites are very expensive.

Then AI came to the rescue. It’s not perfect, but it is proving to be the best of all the options. So far, I like what it is creating; even though it might not be what I wanted exactly, it is near enough. Plus, I hold the copyright, apparently.

AI is still young, but some safeguards prevent you from generating inappropriate images. For instance, anything that suggests a naked underage person is prevented. However, using the NSFW model generator, I have discovered that if I write “young man”, the character sometimes looks too young. I discovered that if I change that to “man,” I will seem to get a young man who looks like an adult by default. In other generator models, I have had to write “young man”; otherwise, I get old or middle-aged men.

I would like to share one picture with you that didn’t turn out as expected because I find it amusing. In the generator, I wrote, “naked young man holding his hard cock with cum dribbling from the tip”, and this is what I got! It gave me a little chuckle.

This is where we leave 2024. Unfortunately, I won’t be posting any more stories this year, but I hope to have new stories for you in the new year. In the meantime, I would love to hear your opinions on what sort of images you want to see. Should I keep them “safe for work” and photorealistic, with men in their underwear and the occasional “pert buttocks”, or would you like to see some harder images in the cartoon/anime style? Or perhaps a mixture of the two to liven things up. Please leave a comment to tell me what you think. You don’t have to leave your name, email address or website, so you can remain totally anonymous; those fields are not mandatory.

I look forward to hearing from you and sharing more stories in the new year.

Autumn Is Here

Autumn has arrived, and the evenings are drawing near. The days are getting shorter, and the central heating is on. After some torrential rain recently, we are slowly drying up. It’s been a difficult time over the last few months, but things are looking up. The talking therapy I have been having has helped, and I am incredibly grateful to the NHS for the help they have given me.

It has been nice to feel my old self (no pun intended), and I am working better and enjoying my free time. I hope you’ll all be pleased to hear I’ve started writing again. This time, there is no new series, as I didn’t want to start a new one. The pressure to complete it can be overwhelming, and I hate starting a multi-part story only to find that it is abandoned. But I have written some short stories I hope to share soon.
So, please keep checking back, and those who are subscribed will get an email to let you know when I post anything new. If you aren’t subscribed, then sign up to receive notifications.

Finally, thanks to all of you. I may not have responded to emails, but that doesn’t mean you don’t mean the world to me. Thanks.

 

Wimbledon Fortnight

We are in the middle of Wimbledon Fortnight, and like every year, I find myself watching tennis. I’m not big on sports, but there are some major tournaments that I like to tune into. Wimbledon is one, the Olympics is another, and a few more.

I enjoy the days I work from home, doing things on my laptop while I watch two sweaty men grunting as they hit their bright yellow balls. I wonder why it grabs my attention!

Every year, when Wimbledon starts, I get an idea to write a story about it, specifically about the ball boys. Every year, it sparks my brain, and a story drifts in my imagination. But every year, it’s too late. I can’t get a story written and edited quickly, especially when I have another story on the go that demands my attention. So, alas, there is no tennis story this year, yet again.

One day, I will write it. Those ball boys are very adept at handling balls. It’s a story that teases me every year, and one day, I hope to tease you all with it. Until that day arrives, enjoy Wimbledon, the white dress code that hints at what is underneath, the unreliable British weather and perhaps some Pimms or strawberries and cream.

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!

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.

Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dearFor auld lang syneWe’ll drink a cup of kindness yetFor the sake of auld lang syne

A New Perspective by David Heulfryn

Neil turns up at the Fletcher’s house early in the morning. It is part of his provisional punishment, but Owen isn’t pleased with being woken so early.

Max talks to Neil, who opens up about his life and family. Neil seems to change as the boys talk, and Max begins to understand the boy who has made his life hell since he started school.