Naxos

By Jack Brighton

Shy virginal Peter was hoping for some ‘life experience’ during his Aegean vacation before going to college. And boy did he get it on the Greek island of Naxos where the men are stunning and incredibly blessed! No more so than George, Peter’s gruff rugged landlord, who takes a shine to his latest guest. Not surprisingly, island hopping turns into cherry popping on the idyllic paradise that is... Naxos.
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: Mar 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476211596

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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Naxos

(Flaming Hoy Gay Erotica)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Tom Farrell aka Jack Brighton, 2012

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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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.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Part of the Job

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

BDSM Book Extract –In the Dark

About the Author

Chapter 1

Naxos!

It looked idyllic – picture postcard perfect when viewed from afar: dazzling whitewashed buildings climbing into the hills beneath a flawless azure sky. I was approaching on the ferry in the late afternoon heat, six scorching hours out of Piraeus, with a churning in my stomach that had nothing to do with the choppy sea.

Excited to be on holiday?

In a way, but it was more like nerves and anxiety that were playing havoc with my lunch. You see, beautiful as it was, I didn’t want to be there - at least not on my own. At the tender age of only eighteen, I thought I was too young to go island hoping around The Aegean...

***

Too young my arse! exclaimed my dad when I had made this lame excuse a few weeks earlier. Too shy and introverted for your own bloody good, more like. Most of the lads your age will be getting trashed in Ibiza and sowing a few wild oats on the beach before heading off to college, whereas you want to spend the summer with your head stuck in a book. Well you can do that if you like, but you won’t be doing it at home. You need a bit of life experience before starting your degree. And anyway, everybody should do the Greek Islands at some point, and it’ll be cheap as chips at the moment, what with their economy going up in smoke.

I was livid! I should have told him to bugger off, that he could stuff his holiday suggestion where the sun doesn’t shine, but I’m too shy to do that, I just didn’t have the balls. The old sod had got his analysis spot on in that respect. Instead I sulked for days, kept my head stuck in a book, proving another point which annoyed me even more. I was angry with him – a rare event because I love my dad to bits and he’s normally so great. He loved me as well. I guess that’s why he was pushing me away.

So?

So I was troubled. But rather than letting it all out and talking through my angst, I quietly fumed for a while, outwardly rebelling whilst inwardly mulling it over. It should have been a no-brainer. I mean, what eighteen year old lad would turn down the chance to high-tail it off to the Greek Islands for a month at his dad’s expense? It was an adventure to be seized, but the idea scared me shitless – going abroad on my own, having to cope with everything, having to face up to the fact that I was no longer a schoolboy who didn’t need to worry about a thing other than passing his exams. It would be so much more comfortable to stay at home: easier... safer...

Oh for fuck’s sake!

Yeah I know! That sounded really sad!

I knew it was pathetic. So whilst feigning total disinterest, in the secrecy of my room I did a little internet research. The islands did look beautiful and very diverse in what they offered: some touristy and lively; some peaceful and quiet; plenty oozing with culture and seeped in history, which is something I tend to like; others offered the carrot of ‘sun sand and sex’ if that’s what you prefer. There was one in particular that caught my interest – Mykonos, which apparently attracts a more ‘cosmopolitan’ crowd, and queers like me are made ever so welcome.

Come again!

Oh! Didn’t I mention? Well that’s me again - being shy and introverted. Most gay lads would have declared it straight away, with their ‘in your face brashness’ and ‘out loud and proud’. But I was far from that. Nobody knew of my deviant tendency, although I think Dad suspected. Why else did he suggest the holiday? He wanted me to come out of my introverted shell. And although he would never say so, it was for me to do that, he wanted me to come out of my little gay closet and have some big hunky stud pop my anal cherry!

Sounds reasonable!

Oh don’t you start!

Why? What’s up?

Sex! That was another thing that scared me shitless. Don’t get me wrong – I wanted to do it. Eighteen years old with a functional pair of balls – I was permanently horny and thinking about men. At least three times a day I would jerk myself off, usually whilst checking out some hunk on the net.

And there was the thing, note the word ‘hunk’ – when it came to the fantasy, I liked big beefy blokes who looked a bit mean, rugged and raw, and were preferably hung like a horse. But fantasy and reality can be worlds apart, especially for a shy gay virgin. Given my introverted nature, I couldn’t imagine how I was ever going to pull the type of blokes that I liked. And what would happen anyway, if by some miracle a horny looking man with a decent sized cock took a notion to stick his todger up my teenage butt?

Well...

No! Don’t say it! It’s more complicated than you think. I know that’s what I wanked about and yearned for to happen. The actual deed, however, really scared me. You see I’d tried a few things out, if you get my drift – self experimentation of an anal nature, and the most I could manage to stuff into my rectum was a couple of modest sized fingers. It hurt too much to put anything more through my ever so tight ring. So how on earth was I supposed to take a cock up my ass unless it was freakishly small, which between you and me, didn’t really appeal at all?

It was a Catch 22 of nightmarish proportions. I wanted to have sex, and in particular to get screwed. I liked big beefy men with big beefy cocks, but every time I thought about such a bloke mounting me, I was afraid he would hurt me, and act like some animal, that I would be scarred by the occasion in more ways than one.

First time nerves, that’s not unusual. You just needed to get up and running and then you’d be fine.

I suppose. But that’s how it was. For me, at that time, life was so daunting when it should have been so exciting. I knew that I had to overcome the problem – at least give it a try and hope for the best. And here was a chance to take the plunge and launch myself into a world of sexual adventure. On Mykonos it sounded easy: gay nudist beaches to be cruised during the day; the bars and the clubs for nocturnal fun; horny young bucks available round the clock; gorgeous gay men with firm butts and big cocks, all of them at it like rabbits – fuck, fuck, fuck.

Well?

Well you can guess what happened. After some humming and hahhing, acting like a child, I eventually found the balls to agree to the trip. Dad put me on a flight to Athens, and after spending a day checking out the antiquity which lay in ruins amidst the new age misery inflicted by the Euro, I headed for Piraeus and caught a ferry.

To Naxos!

Okay, so I did think long and hard about going to Mykonos. It was tempting to take the plunge and throw caution to the wind