The Strong Arm of Big Tam's Law

By Jack Brighton

By his own admission, Chief Inspector Calder, or Big Tam as he's better known, was a cantankerous sod, married to his job. He'd never any time for a wife and kids, or anybody else's kids for that matter - including the son of his friend and boss, the Chief Constable of Strathclyde police.
But Big Tam takes a different view now that Finlay has turned eighteen and they end up sharing a room during a skiing holiday in the Alps. It was the Chief Constable's idea - a means to help his son come out of his shy shell.
He certainly does that during the first night when Tam's fondness for a drink get the better of him and he returns to their room pissed as a fart and promptly crashes out on the double bed. He is stripped down to his underwear by one of his men then left alone in the room which he is sharing with Finlay.
It proves too good an opportunity for the shy virginal teenager, who can’t resist taking a peek at this big hunk's tackle. But he takes more than a peek! And it’s an icy slope they soon find themselves on. But it’s a skiing holiday after all – and they’re here to have some fun! Yet who would have suspected how it all turned out.
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 27, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458059598

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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The Strong Arm of Big Tam’s Law

(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.

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.

Author’s Note

The Strong Arm of Big Tam’s Law 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, hence the change to attributed author.

This story is told in the first person, from the viewpoint of Finlay McGregor – a naïve young lad who finds himself on holiday and sharing a room with Big Tam Calder - a cantankerous Glasgow policeman. There is a companion book now available – The Devil in Big Tam Calder, which is told from Tam’s point of view. And a very different viewpoint it is.

Please note that The Strong Arm of Big Tam’s Law would be classed as gay erotic romance, without any BDSM content.

Chapter 1

I asked for a twin room! Three twin rooms - that was the booking! Do you hear me? Twin rooms, not doubles. Now sort it out!

The desk clerk looked at the finger that was prodding at the counter before him, and then his eyes wandered up to the towering figure of Big Tam Calder who was the owner of the offending digit. It was an intimidating sight that was confronting the young man. The broadly built, six foot Glaswegian did not look a happy man - a three hour delay at the airport, and perhaps one too many drams at the bar whilst waiting for the call to board the flight, had put Big Tam in a tetchy mood. And now this news about the room allocation was turning that tetchiness into full blown grizzliness, and that wasn’t good news for anyone. A bear with a sore head was how many people described him - and that was his normal state. Big Tam in a bad mood with a few whiskies inside him was not something to be easily tackled.

The desk clerk, however, looked totally unimpressed and returned his eyes to the computer screen before him. I’m sorry, sir. That was not the request made. There were no twin rooms available when we took the call. That was explained when the booking was made – we only have doubles.

Tam Calder turned round and glared at one of his fellow travels. John, is that right?

John Taggart looked a little bit flustered. Err, well... aye, I suppose it’s possible. The guy was speaking French at the time. I could have got it mixed up. It’s been ten years since I sat my O’ Level for fucks sake, and I haven’t spoke a word of it since.

Could you not have spoken to him in English then? He’s speaking it fine now! Could you not have mustered a wee, Parlez-vous Anglais?

I didn’t think! He said he had the rooms. I made that out all right. And that was good enough for me. Three bloody hours I was on the phone ringing around. What’s the big deal anyway? I don’t mind sharing a bed with Lachie.

Aye, I bet you don’t, you big poof! piped up Lachie Fairbairn, John’s best mate and regular verbal sparring partner. But I’ll play along with it. If you try anything fresh you’ll get an icicle up your arse. That’ll cool your ardour.

That’ll be right, laughed John in return as he strained his neck to look into the bar - the promise of drink and female company an obvious attraction to the randy youngster. He’s happily single and doing a grand job of sowing his wild oats liberally around. It was obvious that he wanted to get on with the check-in so he could practice some more French... or Italian, or Swiss, or whatever it took to get himself a quality ride for the night. It was unlikely he would actually sleep in his own bed, so Lachie would be having it to himself.

Unlike some people!

This shouldn’t have happened, growled Tam Calder. He looked accusingly round the assembled party of five other men to see if there was a conspiracy going on. Then turning his attention back to the clerk, he asked, Are you sure there isn’t a twin available.

I’m sorry, sir. It’s Christmas – you were lucky to find any rooms at all. The ones you got were cancellations.

Fuck!

Come on, boss, urged Billy McFarlane, the elder, but not senior member of this motley crew. It’s hardly a big deal. I mean, Tommy and me will be fine as it is. And I’m sure Finlay doesn’t mind – do you, lad?

Eh? Oh aye. No problem. I mean... why should I?

That was me harping away at the end there. And I hope you note the enthusiasm. As it happens, I’d been keeping my head down until that point, hoping that it wasn’t going to escalate into a hideous fuss. It had got pretty close. Big Tam Calder was not a man to be messed with, and if it had been Glasgow, or anywhere in Scotland for that matter, then all hell would undoubtedly have let loose. But thankfully he was on holiday, and all his friends were now reminding him of this fact. Grudgingly he snatched the room key from the desk clerk and headed towards the lift.

What do you reckon, Tam? See you in the bar in half an hour, shouted Billy McFarlane after him, knowing fine well that it was more than enough time.

Aye, a quick shower then I’ll be there. By Christ I’ll need a drink or two the night. Come on Finlay. Let’s have a look at this room. It’d better be good, that’s all I can say, or else I’ll be back down here to have a few more words.

I drew a deep breath in silent exasperation.

Aye, Mr. Calder. I’m sure you will.

Chapter 2

The room was fine, although Tam still managed to find plenty to grumble about. It was his nature – the Scottish in him, as he would always say to justify his crabbiness. It pissed me off when I heard him and his ilk spout that out, as if it made a cantankerous nature something to be proud of. It’s a sad reflection on our nation, that’s all I can say, if we pamper to the image of being a bunch of miserable Jocks.

As I unpacked my case whilst Tam was in the shower, I wondered again why I had agreed to this trip. I must have been mad. Of course, at face value it was a snap - a week of skiing in the French Alps, all expenses paid – that sounded pretty fair to me. I had learned to ski as a kid and I love being on the slopes – it’s the only sport I’m actually good at. But to come