Preparing the Way

By Jack Brighton

A sexually versatile young lad has his dream come true when he and his mate are detained at Greek customs. Three hot horny officers will enjoy them both in an orgy of sex, but not before they make the narrator prepare the way... the way being into his mates stunning cherry ass!

Based on the story taken from 'Keep it in the Family' this rewritten version is almost twice the length...

Warning: This book contains explicit gay m/m content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Nov 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465868701

Jack Brighton

Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in M/M erotica - most of which, but by no means all, falls into the category of BDSM - a way of life that he has rich experience of. There are romantic overtones in some of his work, but you tend to get what it says on the label. All the books fall under the banner 'Flaming Hot Gay BDSM' or 'Flaming Hot Gay Erotica', so don't expect anything else. But do expect them to be flaming hot, with plenty of storyline and character development. A dry sense of humour also features, and a very vivid imagination. He is best known for his 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, where that imagination runs riot.Jack was brought up in a mining community in the west of Scotland, took his degree at Stirling, did a year's post- graduate in Edinburgh, then moved south to London, where he taught for a few years before moving into the finance sector, based in The City. Many of his stories draw on this background - as a gay man trying to find himself in what was more often than not a hostile environment.Having given up the rat race, Jack became a full time writer in 2010. He now lives in Brighton with his long term partner.Jack has also written mainstream fiction under the pen name J. K. Brighton.

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Preparing the Way

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Fergie Boy aka Jack Brighton, 2010

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This ebook is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store the material where it cannot be accessed by minors.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. As a piece of erotic fantasy where licence can be taken, certain scenes involve unprotected sex. This has been done to enhance the story.

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Private Business

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract –His Nemesis

BDSM Book Extract –Monster Bondage

About the Author

Author’s Note

Preparing the Way was originally released under the name of Fergie Boy – a pen name which I used initially when writing specifically for Gay Boy Books. The relationship ended quite some time ago, but the name was taken forward. As many of the early ‘Fergie Boy’ books have been reworked, and new editions released, it felt like the right time to bring them under the Jack Brighton umbrella.

Please note that Preparing the Way would be classed a gay erotic romance, without any BDSM content.

Chapter 1

I had wanted to fuck John for as long as I could remember. All through my youth it tormented me.

I was brought up as a Catholic, you see, so being tormented by carnal desires was all part of the deal. I attended mass every Sunday and observed the days of obligation, gave up chocolate during lent and got confirmed in my faith. I went to confession every week and poured out my heart, said the words of penance so that my sins would be absolved. I took Holy Communion under the press-ganging of my parents, knowing fine well that it was wrong. How could I be worthy of accepting the Eucharist, the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, when sin was still eating my soul? For no priest had ever heard my darkest secret and had absolved me of my nature. I was gay and an abomination in the eyes of my religion. I wanted to fuck men... and most of all; I wanted to fuck my best friend, John.

Oddly enough, despite being best friends, John and I went to different schools. That was sectarian Scotland for you: bigotry was instilled in us right from the start. John was a Protestant, and therefore an unlikely playmate. In rural Scotland the religions tend to keep apart.

‘Good King Billy!’ and ‘Fuck the Pope!’ those were the chants that still ring in my ears. ‘Fennian Bastards!’ we were called, but never by John: he couldn’t understand the hatred that twisted our community’s soul.

We were thrown together from an early age. We both lived in a little hamlet miles from the main town. We were the only two kids in the area, one Catholic and one Protestant - but with no one else around what were we supposed to do. We were two little boys from across a mystical divide which lost all meaning when play was afoot - two lonely little boys who found an unlikely friend, and who made a pact to rise above the sectarian nonsense that tore our wider community apart.

We attended different schools, but it didn’t really affect us. John was almost a full year younger than me, so we would have been in different year groups whatever. We had our own friends at school then we would come home to our little hamlet, and there it would be only John and I. The age difference wasn’t much of an issue. I suppose I looked on John as a younger brother and fell into that sort of role, acting as his protector and his mentor. I liked that - looking after him, and he seemed to like it as well. We were a perfect pairing as two little lads... and then we had to grow up.

I think I suspected it even before puberty hit me. But certainly once it did, I knew for sure. I realised I was gay. I was attracted to men. Men of all types started to dominate my thoughts as hormones flooded my body. I tried to force it away, tried to think of women as I played with my cock, which suddenly was demanding so much attention. But it was men that I thought about - they wouldn’t go away, despite all my prayers to a God I now questioned, in a church that decreed I was doomed to burn in hell. I thought about men, big beefy men, hairy and hungry for my ass. I thought about these men fucking me, as I jerked on my cock... and