Trucker Bugger

By Jack Brighton

Trucker Jake doesn’t give rides for free – they always have to pay in kind. And with his shy young friend Mike needing a daily lift to his summer job, Jake has payment in full with a series of sessions in initiation. But it is a stormy trip with many twists and turns before Mike is sent merrily on his way back to college and Jake hits the road again as everyones favourite trucker bugger.
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: Oct 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458033031

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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Trucker Bugger

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Dr Yes!

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

BDSM Book Extract –Dirt!

About the Author

Author’s Note

Trucker Bugger 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 Trucker Bugger would be classed a gay erotica, without any BDSM content.

Chapter 1 - Chalk and Cheese

You don’t need to do this, dad.

Don’t be silly, snapped my father as he pulled into the brickworks. "I just want to introduce you. Make sure everything’s okay.

I’ll be fine, I stressed, almost pleading with my tone for him to drop me off and let me do this on my own.

Dad chose to ignore me. They can be a rough bunch. I don’t want any nonsense.

I told you. I’ll be fine.

He looked over to me. There was worry on his face. I was eighteen now and had been away from home for a year. I had found some independence, but still my father felt he had to protect me like he had done throughout my childhood.

I know that, he said nodding his head. And for a moment I thought that he actually had faith, that he believed the change in me went more than skin deep. Then he crushed it with his usual put down which he never realised was a constant hurt to me. Of course you’ll be fine - Jake will make sure nobody gives you any hassle.

I took a deep breath and resigned myself. I suppose dad’s attitude would never change. And perhaps he was right – maybe it was only skin deep. And yes, Jake would look out for me. Nobody would give me any grief – not with Jake around!

It was Monday morning and the start of the working week. This was my first day at the brickworks where dad had managed to get me a summer job. I knew I should be grateful, but to be honest I had wanted to do something more exciting with my first summer break from university. Not much chance of that, however – not without some cash behind me instead of a growing student debt, which was one several secrets I kept from my folks. Given my impoverishment, this was the sensible thing to do - come back home and live rent free, get spoiled rotten by my mum, work at the brickworks and earn some cash to help support me through the next academic year, and maybe if I was lucky put enough aside for a little holiday. Mykinos or Ibiza was the dream for me. Two hot spots of gay decadence where I hoped I might get laid.

That’s right – I’m gay - although unlike that student debt which only my family is unaware of, this little secret concerning my sexuality is as yet unknown to anyone else. A whole year away from home, but I never found the courage to own up to my nature or do anything with a bloke.

Why?

Confidence! That was always the big issue for me. I was never blessed with over confidence as a boy. I was really shy when I was a kid – that’s my natural way. Of course it didn’t help that I was a little bit chubby and I wore bottle top glasses, nor the fact that I wasn’t good at playing football which was the benchmark for popularity at our school. Some kids compensated for their short-comings by playing the fool – but that wasn’t for me either. I was a smart kid – too smart for acting the idiot, so merging into the background was what I liked to do – a shadow ambience where confidence never grew.

It was only in the last six months that I’d turned things around. But the change was only skin deep, I suppose – otherwise I would have lost my cherry by now and perhaps even have come out to my family.

Maybe things would have been different if I’d learned to stick up for myself at school, then I could have found some confidence at a much earlier age. But there was never any need.

Of course there should have been!

I was an obvious target for bullying - chubby with glasses, can’t kick a ball, smart as a button and hideously shy. It was a pretty rough school in a remote part of western Scotland, so when added to the fact that I showed no interest in girls, I should have been top of the bully boy target list.

But no one touched me.

This wasn’t because I was so good at merging into the background – bullies will always manage to find the vulnerable kids, like a pack of predators can sniff out their prey. They left me alone because the first time someone hit me and I came home with a black eye and broken glasses, the following day that football playing thug was threatened to within an inch of his life, suspended upside down, held by his ankles, with his head bobbing in and out of a rather smelly toilet.

Yeah, you got it! That would have been my guardian angel Jake!

So what can I tell you about Jake beyond this charming protective episode in his life?

Well, Jake was a troubled soul as a kid. His family lived next door to us, and a pretty dysfunctional bunch they were. The father liked his drink, and he liked to smack the wife and kids about, so Jake never had it easy. But it made him tough – very tough. He could have gone astray like most kids like that, but he was lucky – he found a man who took an interest in him, and through him he found a passion. He found my dad, who drove a truck, and Jake loves trucks – they were two rough diamonds who had a gap in their lives – my dad and Jake was a match made in heaven.

Was I jealous? Not at the time – the jealousy came later when Jake was a man. You see I wasn’t around for much of the time when this earlier bonding was taking place, because I’m twelve years younger than Jake. For a while it looked like mum couldn’t have a kid, she kept miscarrying. I suppose they saw Jake as a substitute – he needed a place where he could find some normality, and they desperately wanted a child. From what I understand, Jake spend more time at our house than he did at his own, until he was big enough to fend off his dad, but by that time I’d come along.

I didn’t really have too much involvement with Jake. As I said, he’s twelve years older than me and not much of an academic, so by the time I had started at school, Jake had already left. But he came back that day to have a word with the kid who had stupidly picked on me and given me a black eye. He had more than a few words as it happens, though words were never his strong point. But it wouldn’t have been his verbal argument that changed the kid’s approach towards me. Jake’s size and his reputation as a bit of a hard man would have probably convinced most kids to leave me alone, even without ramming the point home with this toilet inspired display. Jake ended up getting lifted by the police, though charges were never pressed. So the threat was there, and no one ever dared test it. Mess with me and you were messing with Jake – and Jake was a mean bastard and no mistake.

People were forever comparing us even though we weren’t related. But as Jake spent so much time with my dad, it was an easy mistake to make. Chalk and cheese – that’s how people described us. I suppose they were right. Jake and I certainly didn’t have too much in common. I never witnessed any of this, but school legends live on in a little community like the one I grew up in. Jake was always big for his age, lean and strong, a real scrapper in the playground, cock of the hoop, captain of the football team and adored by all the girls. Me – well I’ve already told you I was the opposite, there’s no point in underlining it by dunking your head in the fact – that’s Jake’s style, not mine.

Chalk and cheese - I used to feel really self conscious when people said that. My lack of confidence coming into play again – I always assumed that being so different from Jake meant that I was so much lesser in the eyes of the world – in the eyes of my dad.

There! That’s the jealousy creeping in now. I couldn’t help feel that Jake was the son dad should have had, and that I was a disappointment. And in the context of our community, I was indeed much lesser than Jake. I was the oddball lurking in the shadows, whilst Jake was bigger, better looking, a real physical guy in the centre of stage, who might have had some brains but he never put them to much use in an academic sense. In our rural society, Jake fitted in and seemed happy to settle for what life offered around us. He wanted to travel and see a bit of the world, but not in the way I wanted to when I hit my teens. For me it was flights to glamorous locations – for as long as I could remember, I wanted to escape. Whilst Jake had a different burning ambition – to be like the man who had taken him under his wing – to be like my dad and drive a truck.

Chalk and