Shoot The Clouds

By Jack Brighton

Two friends expolre their sexuality during a summer of discovery in the woods. Then they meet again the following summer with a year of experience behind them. They intend to stretch the boundaries and it all starts well. But a twist lies in store when they return to the woods and dark secrets are revealed.
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: 9781458189950

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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Shoot the Clouds

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

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Shower in the Sauna

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract –The Rugby Cub

BDSM Book Extract –The Alpha Sparky

About the Author

Author’s Note

Shoot the Clouds 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 Shoot the Clouds would be classed as gay erotica, without any BDSM content.

Prologue

I had been wearing my outfit all morning, tearing around the village going BANG! BANG! BANG! Dressed in jeans with buckskin chaps, a blue checked shirt and a black leather waistcoat. I had a fawn Stetson on my head and a red kerchief round my neck, spurs on my boots and a six shooter in my holster. I thought I looked a treat.

Duncan was done up pretty much the same, and for hours we played, never tiring of the game. This was my favourite, I loved being a cowboy, and my best friend Duncan was so creative – he dreamed up scenarios which made it all so real.

This day was really special. We were going to Castle Douglas where they were having the Summer Faire. Duncan said we were off to Tombstone, Arizona, and the gunfight at the O.K. Corral. The Earp brothers were going to teach those rustling Clantons a lesson. He would be Wyatt and I would be Morgan, my pet Labrador would become Doc Holliday for the day. But who would be Virgil – the leader of the gang?

My dad?

No. He was always too busy and rarely had time for his little boy. There was work to be done, but it wouldn’t involve his son, and a plastic gun going BANG! BANG! BANG!

Duncan’s dad then?

Hell No! He would have made a good Doc Holliday, for he liked a drink and spent most of his free time in the saloon. He would be going to Castle Douglas and would probably get into a fight, but he wouldn’t have the support of two little boys whose mothers would never allow for such a thing.

But not to worry – we would still go to the faire, and the gunfight at O.K. Corral.

Howdy partners! You all ready to mossy on into town?

I leapt for joy when he came out of his house. Dougie, the ‘college boy’, as my dad always called him, and the latest recruit to the forestry team, had happily succumbed to my childish pleas and would be taking us to the faire. And not only that, he would do so in style, having dressed up in costume as well, right down to the Stetson and a badge on his waistcoat, though he had decided to pass on the firearms.

Dougie! Dougie! We’re going to shoot the Clantons! I yelled then pulled out my gun and went BANG! BANG! BANG!

Are we now? Well I reckon we’d best do that legal like.

From his pocket he pulled out another two badges and pinned one on each of his charges for the day. We were deputies now, and Dougie was the Marshall. We had justice on our side; so those Clantons and the McLaurys and that rascal Billy Claibourne had best beware. We were comin’ to get ‘em and we’d gun ‘em all down.

An hour later we strolled into town, Dougie in the centre with his deputies at his side. Okay, so we were only waist high and we were holding his hand, but we were still a fearsome sight. Those cowardly Clantons never showed up, but we did some shooting none the less. Dougie took out a rifle and went PING! PING! PING! Those sitting ducks never stood a chance. He won a teddy bear for each of his deputies to take back to the village where we lived.

Life was so wonderful when I was seven years old. The sun always shined on my youthful play; even though where I lived it rains most days. The innocence of childhood was totally intact – the gathering storm clouds were still years away - the thunderclaps that await all little boys.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Chapter 1

Hello! I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Lyall McGregor and I’m your narrator for this tale. I’m now nineteen years old and hail from Galloway which is a remote part of south west Scotland. It’s a beautiful location with farmlands, woodland, moors and lochs, and spectacular coastlines which are remarkably unspoiled. There are a few towns dotted around, like the afore-mentioned Castle Douglas, but mostly it’s rural, so the outdoors life is in my blood.

Another thing that’s in my blood is an attraction to men. I really am a big fan of horny looking blokes! It’s a situation that I’m still coming to terms with, having spent too many years battling with myself. In Galloway, homosexuality is not something that’s common place – so if you’re bent, you tend not to broadcast the fact. It was this deviant nature which brought the storm clouds that darkened so much of my adolescence. But I think things are managing to work themselves out. With a little bit of help, I shot the clouds away, opened my eyes and saw the sun.

This is the story so far...

I don’t know when I first realised that I was gay. It’s not the sort of thing that suddenly occurs to you, and it certainly wasn’t a concept I had when I was a seven year old kid, dressed up for the faire in my cowboy gear. But I knew from a fairly early age. As for my friend Duncan who is six months older than me, well he’s a less obvious case, so I’ll let you decide for yourself about him.

My relationship with Duncan was a complex one – at least it was from my perspective once we hit our teens. It seems so stupid now that I look back on those formative years, but puberty can be a fearful thing. Having been brought up in a society that admitted to little in the way of deviancy, I was conditioned to act the way I did. Once I realised that I was queer, I elected to hide my tendency behind a straight-faced mask and keep my sexuality a closely guarded secret.

This was easy enough to do with my immediate family which was a typical set up of mother and father, but had the added interest of a maidenly aunt who came to live with us when I was ten after my paternal grandparents died. My folks were caring enough, but not overt in their emotions, especially my dad whose approach to parenting was very hands off. They made sure I was safe and physically healthy, but didn’t care to delve into what was happening in my head. Any fatherly talk about ‘The Birds and the Bees’ was left to the school to address. My dad had no wish to engage me in a discussion about sex, and that suited me down to the ground.

The real problem, as you might guess, was with my best friend Duncan. We were always so close, the only kids our age in the village, comfortable together, never arguing or fighting. There really should have been no need for secrets; but of course I could never tell him the biggest secret of all.

The first really awkward moment was when he decided to show me his pubes. Six months older and generally more mature, it was natural that Duncan developed ahead of me. He thought the changes that were happening to his body were a lark and wanted his little buddy to be involved. I suppose for most kids this would be normal – something two boys could share. But I shied away. He showed me the hair that was developing, which I looked on with fascination. Then he pulled his trousers further down and showed me a cock that looked so much bigger than mine and my eyes practically popped out of my head.

It gets really big at times, Lyall, Duncan proudly stated. I mean REALLY BIG! It gets hard and stands up. Do you want me to show you?

No! I cried out. No! Put it away. That’s dirty, that is!

What’s wrong with you? Are you jealous? Don’t worry. Yours will get big as well... Probably not as big as mine but... Lyall! Lyall!

I was scampering off by this time. I think I was crying, but I can’t really remember. I just knew I was upset. There was no reason. We were the best of friends and Duncan wasn’t trying to show off in a nasty arrogant sort of way. He just felt it was right to share in what was happening. But it scared the living daylights out of me. I knew right then that there was something wrong – I just didn’t know what.

It soon started to take shape though. I realised that I actually wanted to see what was happening to Duncan. I might not have developed sexually at that stage, but there was a seed of nature already growing. I wanted to see this thing that he now had in his pants that had a new and exciting purpose beyond pissing up a wall. I wanted to see his willy and the trick it could do, but for reasons that seemed to go beyond mere curiosity.

So there it was – the first clap of thunder. Even in Galloway we had heard about gays, and deep, deep down, I could sense that I was one. I didn’t want to be. I wanted to be ‘normal’ like I assumed everyone else was. I didn’t want my friend to think I was a freak. I was sure Duncan would be appalled if he ever found out. So I put up a barrier that took years to break down. See how easily those clouds rolled in and took my innocent sunshine away.

This was all pre-pubescent speculation; but once my own balls dropped then I knew for sure, and that barrier stayed firmly in place. It was awful. Duncan and I had always been so close. We were the only kids our age in the village, and Castle Douglas where we went to school was ten miles away, so we spent most of our free time on our own together. Then suddenly there was this massive gulf between us that I didn’t dare to explain. So I pretended to be something that I wasn’t. I talked about girls but made no actions to court them. I forced down my real interest until I was alone and even then it took years before I accepted what I was and jerked off thinking about men.

Men!

Now thankfully that was a saving grace where Duncan was concerned. It was men, not other boys that sexually interested me. So I was able to maintain my friendship with Duncan without being tormented by a burning lust for him. That lust lay elsewhere in adult form. Film stars and pop singers, footballers and athletes – the typical idols of all young lads, but for me it was looks, not skill, that I based my favouritism upon. More tangible were some teachers, and most tangible of all, one of the local men who really caught my eye and filled my teenage thoughts. All sorts of men turned me on, but not boys my own age like Duncan.

Of course as we got older, it started