Through the Keyhole

By Jack Brighton

A collection of four flaming hot gay erotic tales...
Through the Keyhole - full on action in the adjoining hotel room makes for a voyeuristic fantasy.
Try Thai! - a spicy treat at a boring party.
Private Show - fun in the locker room
Wimbledon Common - forgetting his ex by doing some cruising at night.

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 31, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458049551

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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Through the Keyhole – Four Short Stories

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

Through the Keyhole

Try Thai!

Private Show

Wimbledon Common

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –The Strong Arm of Big Tam’s Law

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract –Taken by the Vorinovs

BDSM Book Extract –In X Change

About the Author

Author’s Note

Through the Keyhole 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 Through the Keyhole would be classed a gay erotica, without any BDSM content.

Through the Keyhole

The Radisson is a fabulous hotel. I always stay in it when I’m here on business. Old world charm is what it’s about. Not a chain hotel where everything is the same; reliably boring. The Radisson’s got character.

My normal room wasn’t available. It was a last minutes booking, so I understood. I was just grateful that they managed to squeeze me in. The room they put me in looked fine; my only reservation was that there was a connecting door to the neighbouring room; but I was assured that this was locked at all times and that there was no security risk: the key was kept safe by the management. I thought nothing of it until later that evening when I was leaving my room to go down to dinner.

My neighbour on the other side of the connecting door was leaving his room as well. I was already aware of him; I had heard him rummaging about; and speaking to a few people on the telephone. He sounded very confident and assertive; so I assumed he was another businessman from the tone and the urgency that I was picking up. That was one of the drawbacks of the room; sound travelled through the connecting door easier than it normally would have done. A mild annoyance, no more: the man wasn’t being noisy by any means. I accepted it as one of the quirks of a hotel like the Radisson.

He was locking his door as I emerged into the corridor; another quirk of the hotel that I adore: the doors require proper keys; not electronic swipe cards. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement then walked off. I quickly locked my own door then followed him down the corridor and down the staircase where he went into the bar. I decided that a drink before dinner might not be such a bad idea. Any idea that involved looking at this man would be a good one - he was stunning!

His appearance wasn’t at all what I had expected from the forceful tone I had overheard whilst in my room. I hadn’t really expected anything beyond another non-descript businessman in a suit with an over inflated opinion of himself and middle age spread overhanging his trousers. I had put him into a box and labelled him without knowing anything about him. But he didn’t fit that mould at all; quite the opposite - because he fitted into his clothing extremely well; it was moulded onto his incredible body.

He was wearing a pair of tight fitting fawn trousers and an equally tight red T-shirt. I had been hypnotised as I followed him. His back was broad and beautifully muscled, and his ass was the most amazing thing I had ever seen: perfectly rounded and gloriously full; two fawn coloured peaches squashed together with a very distinct cleavage running up the middle. I had only caught a glimpse of his face as we were leaving the rooms; but now in the bar I could study him more closely; from a discreet distance of course. He had light brown hair, very stylishly cut; and piercing blue eyes and strong manly features; stunningly handsome was the impression I got. And now that I was afforded a view of his front body, I could see the contours of his muscular chest; two lovely mounds topped by pert nipples, both of which had been pierced and adorned with a horizontal stud. He was dazzling!

I remained in the bar until the man left. I had hoped to find him in the dining room, but sadly he wasn’t there.

I thought of little else over dinner other than the man and his spectacular body, especially his ass. How I wished I could see it naked; know the wonder of that flesh as I held it in my hands; part those beautiful cheeks and feast on what lay between; then enter him and know the joys of such a man as we fucked all through the night.

My cock remained rigid throughout the meal; I teased myself with such filthy thoughts. Each mouthful of food was a piece of his flesh which I lingeringly sucked and chewed. My meat was his cock fed into my mouth and swallowed down my throat. The vegetables were his balls heavy on my tongue and my wine was his piss which I gladly drank. Counter to my normal practice, I ordered dessert; a rich creamy pudding which I turned into spunk and gleefully swirled around my palate before swallowing it down. I don’t normally like eating on my own, but this turned out to be a most enjoyable solo meal.

Two hours later I was back in my room going over some notes for my meeting the following day. I was here to see Jamie Ross, a young entrepreneur, whose impulsive flamboyant style made him very difficult to deal with. I was looking forward to meeting him again, however; Jamie might not be the easiest person to do business with; but he was refreshingly different from my other clients. He was also extremely cute with a disengaging smile and a sexy, well toned body, which he made no attempt to hide: I always had to have my wits about me when dealing with Jamie; but it was a heck of a lot of fun.

But try as I might to focus on the day to come, I found it impossible to concentrate; all I could think about was the man next door with his handsome face and incredible body. So I satisfied myself that I had prepared enough; there was little point in being too meticulous; Jamie was so erratic, nothing ever went to script. I stripped out of my clothes and settled down on my bed intent on having a wank.

My cock was ravenous, hungered all the more by my fanciful dinner. The image of that man, which was fixed in my head, was driving me wild. Rarely had I known my cock to be so engorged when alone; it was throbbing so much it hurt. I closed my eyes and pictured him again; saw him walking down the corridor. I grappled with my balls and stroked my aching cock as I visualised that ass. Now he was there in front of me at the end of the bed; the T-shirt stretched over his V-shaped back, and his buttocks swelling out below.

In my mind I watched him as he unfastened his trousers and slowly pulled them down. They dropped to the floor and he kicked them off; then he resumed his position. The T-shirt was removed next; he inched it upwards; revealing first a clear view of his beautiful ass, now covered only by