Bottom's Luck

By Jack Brighton

Pleasure Island is the ultimate gay sex holiday location where the mega rich go to party. But for one week only ten lucky lottery winners are there instead. Robbie is a bottom who can’t believe his luck. He has just arrived by boat and a Texan cowboy is waiting on the jetty wearing only his boots and a fabulous erection. There are another fifty horny studs waiting at the hotel, all of them at Robbie’s disposal for the coming week – the only restriction is his imagination.
Thankfully he has Gary to advise him, a sexy young Aussie with a wicked studded tongue and an equally wicked mind. He has plenty of suggestions on how to make the most of Robbie’s prize.
It’s never a dull moment for our horny bottom slut, especially when Jason the kilted Scotsman is around. But that’s another story that runs through the fun... perhaps that's the real... Bottom's Luck!
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 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458185877

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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Bottom’s Luck

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

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Deeper

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

Bottom’s Luck 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 Bottom’s Luck would be classed as gay erotic romance, without any BDSM content.

Chapter 1

Everything had been brilliant up till this point. I had travelled in style - flying first class across the Atlantic from Scotland, being collected at the airport by a limousine and driven to the marina from where I was taken by private boat to the island, the champagne flowing all the way. But it was only now that the boat was pulling into dock that the reality of it truly struck home. For there was my next ride, waiting for me on the jetty, and it was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen!

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It had felt so surreal since the moment I found out. But here I was. The place actually existed. What a lucky lad I was to have won such an amazing prize!

Parked on an otherwise deserted jetty was a classic red ford mustang convertible. That in itself was pretty impressive, but the car was nothing compared to what was draped on top of it: dressed in only a pair of cowboy boots was the most incredible looking hunk of a man. He was at least six feet tall and two hundred pounds in weight, all of it pumped up muscle – a real horny beefcake and no mistake! And he was waiting for me!

I gawped at his magnificence whilst my cock stiffened in my pants. He was reclining with his back resting on the car’s windscreen, his muscular arms curled above his head. Bulging biceps framed his painfully handsome face – strong fleshy features under sandy blond hair shorn to a military style buzz cut, piercing blue eyes and an inviting smile, all aimed in my direction. The pose also highlighted his beautiful smooth chest with its massive meaty pecs and prominent erect nipples which sat above a ripped six pack stomach. All of this flesh was tanned to a golden brown by the Caribbean sun under which he so casually lay. His ass, which I’m sure was a sight to behold, was perched upon the mustang’s bonnet, and his chunky legs with their thunderous big thighs were bent at the knees and parted really wide, affording me a view of his lovely big cock, which unlike the man, was standing to attention – a massive erection of throbbing meat that simply HAD to go up my arse.

Welcome to Pleasure Island, sir, said Gary, the cute young Australian deck hand who had waited on me during the half hour boat trip. I had really taken a liking to the young lad who carried off his smart uniform of white shirt and knee length shorts to a treat. He was a bottom like me, so not really my type, which had given me some initial concern about my prize. But Gary was so friendly, I didn’t over fret, and he was assigned for a reason – to help me adjust before I arrived - not fuck my hungry ass. Gary assured me that there were plenty of other men on the island who would be doing lots of that, and with a bit of luck – this guy on the car would be the first in a long procession of top class studs who would shag my brains out over the week ahead!

Bloody hell, Gary, I see what you mean, I said as I leered at the tantalising sight in front of us.

He’s incredible, isn’t he? And he fucks just as good as he looks. God, what a cock! I can barely control myself when that thing is up my arse. His name is Travis, by the way, and he’s your chauffeur. Ridiculous, isn’t it! The hotel is only a few hundred yards away, but most guests like to be collected by car. It’s become something of a tradition – to be met by a chauffeur and then... Well, there’s no rush to get there – take as long as you like. Travis will be happy to help you with anything you might need as a diversion after such a long and tedious journey to get here.

Anything? I asked, still not quite believing that this was happening to me.

Of course, sir. I told you. Every man who works here is yours to command. Simply tell him what you want and he will comply as best he can. I hope Travis is to your liking. We always try to make sure the chauffeur is well matched to each individual guest’s tastes. First impressions are very important.

I’ll say – he looks fantastic. But...

I know it can be difficult to take on board. I understand, sir. But there are no ‘buts’, and you mustn’t allow for any to creep in. You have such an amazing opportunity... so make the most of it. Let your imagination run wild, allow every fantasy you ever had to become real. Embrace your sexuality and have the confidence to go for it.

I tore my eyes away from the splendour that was Travis and looked to Gary who stood beside me on the deck. He really was a remarkably cute lad with his mop of tousled wavy blond hair. He had a big cheeky grin and a mischievous sparkle to his eyes, and an even more mischievous sparkle to the end of his tongue which was pierced with a silver stud. And his friendliness towards me seemed entirely genuine. It was like I had suddenly found a new best friend.

I wish I had someone like you to guide me through it all, I said.

That cheeky grin broke into an incredible smile; Gary looked like a kid on Christmas morning, seeing his pile of presents under the tree. I’d hoped you’d say that! he gushed. It can be easily arranged. I usually spend most of my time servicing the guest tops, but if you want a sort of mate who acts as an adviser, then I’d be happy to take on the role. I can be available whenever you want.

I’d like that, I replied, relieved at the prospect. This is unbelievably exciting, but it’s a little bit daunting... so what would you suggest here?

Gary let out a laugh and patted my ass, in a friendly rather than sexual way. I suggest you get Travis to give you a good fucking over the bonnet of the car – that’s certainly what I’d have him do. And don’t be intimidated by the big horny beefcake, or by any of the other tops who are here to serve you... unless of course you want to be dominated.

No, that’s not my thing. Well... not in a weird sort of way... Bloody hell – I can’t believe that I won.

You’re the envy of so many men, including me. God, you’re going to get fucked by Travis, and by any other stud on the island that takes your fancy.

Gary’s obvious enthusiasm gave me an idea. I was pretty sure of the answer, but I still needed to have it confirmed. What about having you joining in? I asked. Would that be okay? Can I tell him to fuck you as well as me? Can I tell you to bottom for him? Would you mind if I did? Sorry, so many questions, but I need to get my head around all this... Of course, if you were to get involved, I’d want him to finish by coming inside me. No! Maybe not yet, I still need to get my head around the safety aspect as well. All over me would be better – I like to get sprayed by spunk. But it would be fun to see the two of you in action before he did it.

I think you’re starting to get the idea, sir. You can have anything you like. If you want a show to watch or take part in, just set the men up and give them a scenario. Be as detailed or as vague as you like. And this is one which I’ll be very happy to get involved in, side by side over the bonnet, Travis’s big cock doing us both... very tasty! Shall we go?

I can’t wait!

Chapter 2

Gary spoke no word of a lie – Travis fucked like a dream!

I was a little apprehensive at first when we disembarked and I walked over to where the big stud was lounging on the car. I mean guys like me, reasonably good looking, but no Brad Pitt, do not go up to men like Travis and demand that he gives me a good shagging, with all the trimmings like a thorough frigging and rimming thrown in, and tell him to do the same to my new best buddy as well whilst I watch on at close quarters. But Gary had done a really good job in instilling the confidence I needed to exploit this opportunity, so that was pretty much what happened.

And Travis was great, helping me overcome my natural tendency to be intimidated by such a man. Despite his suggestive pose, I still had the feeling as I approached him that a man like Travis should be unattainable to the likes of me, something to be looked at and admired but definitely not interfered with. But the way he smiled, so sexy and inviting, made it easy for me to conquer any last vestiges of doubt and reach out and grab the first instalment of my prize.

Of course the first thing I went for was his cock. I reached out to touch it, just to make sure it was real. I had never encountered anything quite like it. There was at least nine inches of rock hard meat – a length I had experience only once before, but that gut had nowhere near the girth that Travis boasted – his cock was so incredibly thick, one hand couldn’t fully grasp it. I gave it a few strokes and noted his thighs spread even wider in inviting acceptance. Looking up to his face, Travis was grinning, beckoning me to use him, or command him to use me.

That was enough. Whilst Gary was attending to my luggage, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, tossing them to the ground for Gary to pick up and fold neatly away until I was ready for them again. I then climbed onto the bonnet where Travis was waiting and ravaged his cock with my mouth.

God it was big! My cheeks were bulging with the enormity of his glans, but I wasn’t complaining. It was like having a big juicy plum in my mouth, so deliciously sweet and oozing. I took in some of his shaft, but only as much as was comfortable – this was my prize after all, not his, and deep-throating is not something I often do, even with a normal sized cock. I sucked on his knob then I lapped at his shaft then finally I nuzzled my nose into his balls – a pair of lovely big eggs in a hairless sack that smelled of his musk and testosterone saturated sweat.

Dizzy on the man and the glory of his sex, I rose and gazed at his ever so fine body. Trailing my tongue over his abs, I worked my way up to one of his nipples and gave it a thorough chewing. Not too hard, for I knew the rules – no pain and no marks where two of the few limitations. Travis groaned in appreciation, or professional duty, but either way he encouraged me to ravish his body. Mounting the big stud, thrusting my throbbing cock against his fabulous erection, I moved on to his proffered arm pits and drank up his essence, so rich and pungent, oozing with the hormones that fuelled his maleness. God what a man he was!

Then riding him like crazy, bucking against him, I looked at his face, so handsomely sexy.

He smiled.

I doubted.

Stupid as it seems, I wasn’t sure this would be allowed. Then I lowered my face to his, brushed his lips with mine. He responded to the suggestion and flicked his tongue out and traced it back and forth over mine. I melted into him, and felt the first return thrust from his hips as Travis took my lower lip between his. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. I thought I was in heaven as we kissed and bucked, my whole body was trembling with excitement. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth, tasting his sweet minty freshness. As we continued to kiss, my hands went exploring, feeling his biceps, so big and round, then on to his head and the nape of his neck, and shoulders so strong they could carry the world. All the while we kept humping and dry fucking each other, Travis on his back with me riding his mass.

Finally I broke away with a gasp of pure bliss, my head spinning with the need to have him in me. Suddenly aware of a presence, I looked to the side, and there was Gary, standing and waiting, having loaded the luggage.

He was waiting!

That was the thing - he waited, even though I had said I wanted him to join in. But how? I hadn’t given any instructions and to be honest, I didn’t want him involved at that point. I had totally forgotten about him as I lost myself on Travis. That was fine. No one was going to complain if I was greedy. But if I wanted to extend things and make the most of this prize, I needed to get my head around the situation. None of the men at my disposal would do anything unless they were told. Be as detailed or as vague as you like – that was what Gary had said. They wanted a scenario – it was for me to outline and describe the action. I would think that through later, there was a whole week after all to come up with some scenes, but for now there was no point in stressing - not with a stud like Travis at my beck and call!

It was time to speak to man.

How bizarre was that! We had kissed and dry fucked, I had sucked his cock and chewed his nipple, we had fooled around naked for ten minutes, yet we never talked. It was the ultimate in pure and uncomplicated sex, and I have to say I quite liked it. But words were needed now along with some confidence from me.

Okay, big boy, enough of all this posing in the sun and having your body worshipped. My mate Gary and I need some full on action.

What exactly would you like, sir? asked Travis in his Texan drawl. He then gave me an obvious suggestion by bucking his hips again and thrusting his big cock against mine. Clearly the men didn’t need everything explained – an opening would be more than enough if you were shy.

I had no intensions of being shy and leaving anything to chance!

Well first of all, I’d like your cock up my arse whilst you’re lying like that so I can ride you and play with your muscles. Then I want to see Gary do the same and watch the fuck really close up. After that I want shagged over the bonnet of this car, face down and on my back. Do it slow and do it hard, show me the works, but don’t be in any hurry to finish the job. Gary will be beside me, so do him as well. Move from one to the other, fuck us time after time and then make us both come. Once we’ve shot out our spunk, then you do as well, fire off your load all over me. Then lick up the spunk and feed it to me. Does that sound all right... or am I pushing my luck?

I looked at Gary who