Bad Boy Buddy

By Jack Brighton

Based on the story 'Bad Boy Brother' taken from 'Keep it in the Family' this rewritten version is more than 5000 words longer...
After 9 years absence, Robbie discovers his old protector buddy on a porn site - and Alex is hot!
Robbie becomes infatuated then things get wierd when Alex gets in touch. He's back in Scotland and wants to meet up... and boy is this boy bad!!!
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 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466104303

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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Bad Boy Buddy

(Flaming Hot Gay Erotica)

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.

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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

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –The Devil in Big Tan Calder

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

BDSM Book Extract –Burning Fire

About the Author

Author’s Note

Bad Boy Buddy 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 Bad Boy Buddy would be classed as gay erotica, without any BDSM content.

Chapter 1 - My Buddy Alex

My name is Robbie, and I come from Dunfarkin.

I know! What a ridiculous name! Not Robbie – I think that’s quite a cool name, but Dunfarkin... Who the hell came up with that?

Anyway, it’s where I come from. Where I was brought up and spent the first eighteen years of my life: a speck of a village to the south west of Scotland which I will leave tomorrow with trepidation in my heart. Not because I’m reluctant to leave, but because I have gone and complicated my life in such a very odd way, during this my final summer in Dunfarkin.

Exactly how I have done this, I will come to in a few minutes, but first let me paint you a picture...

Dunfarkin is a total shit-hole. It was once a flourishing mining community and was probably a shit-hole back then, but at least in those bygone days it had some sort of purpose. Now the mines are closed and most of the inhabitants are on the dole. Some people like it: they settle into an existence, not knowing anything better and are too afraid to look beyond this cesspool for a different life. They get pissed and shag and bring up the resulting kids, perpetuating the lifestyle. I suppose it’s all right for them, but for a shy closeted gay lad like me, the place is a nightmare and I have to get out.

As I mentioned earlier, I’m now eighteen years old. The youngest of three kids - a mistake apparently, or so my two elder sisters assured me. Lovely girls they are!

There’s Sandra, who is five years older than me, and is currently pregnant for the third time. I have no idea who the father is; and Sandra probably only has a vague idea. We don’t get along, although I still make an effort to be at least civil to her when we meet. She bullied me as a kid and I was glad when she left home at nineteen and got a place of her own. There was a man at the time but he soon buggered off leaving Sandra to bring up the screaming brats on her own. Hers is a typical modern domestic arrangement in this neck of the woods.

Then there’s Moira who is only two years older than me. She’s not such a cow as Sandra, but she is another silly tart and has managed to get herself knocked up as well. Mum and Dad are naturally delighted that a new baby will be in the house for Christmas, to replace the big baby that will have long gone by then. In just over a week’s time I start my degree at Edinburgh University, and I have no intension of coming back to Dunfarkin for anything other than the odd weekend visit - which is more than my old buddy Alex ever did.

Alex? Who is he I hear you ask. And it’s a very good question, for I’m not really sure any more – I don’t think I ever was sure who is really was, because Alex was such an anomaly when it came to me.

Alex lived next door to us when he was a kid, and his dysfunctional parents still do. But sadly for me, Alex skedaddled when he turned sixteen. And who could blame him – Dunfarkin is bad enough, but add to the mix a psychotic father who is permanently pissed, and a neurotic mother who pops valium like they are smarties, then you really have to get away or else you’ll drown in the misery that surrounds you.

So Alex left!

It was a blow for me though when he did, because Alex was always good to me. He might have been all of seven years older than me, but I still thought of him as my buddy, and a bad boy buddy at that. Rumour had it he was no better than his father who’d served a few sentences in his time – a bit of a naughty lad by all accounts was Alex, forever getting into trouble. But I never saw that side of him – he acted differently around me. I don’t know why – perhaps he was just being neighbourly, or took pity on the poor little geeky lad next door who didn’t have any other friends. Whatever – I didn’t ask why – I just appreciated that this older, cooler guy seemed to quite like me for some reason.

We didn’t have much in common, but he always took some time to chat to me and show an interest in my life. He would frequently pop round to our house and hang around with me – escaping the chaos of his family to be sure, but I didn’t worry about his motives. I treasured the time he spent with me. And it went further than just chatting and finding sanctuary in my room. Until the day he departed, never to return, he was always protecting me – keeping an eye out for me at school, making sure no one picked on me - and because Sandra fancied him something rotten, he was able to curtail her evil ways at home, giving me some space to keep up with my studies.

And boy did I study! I was always a bit of a swat, even as a youngster. I decided from an early age that an education was my passport out of Dunfarkin, so of course I stuck in and did well at school. Alex was the only person who gave me any support in that. He wasn’t an