Dr. Yes!

By Jack Brighton

Scott has an unhealthy obsession with his father - his mind straying where it really shouldn't go. It started when they watched Dr. No together – an image taking root when Dad joked about the adolescent play that Ursula Andress’s famous scene had inspired. That wasn’t good! Then during a holiday in Barbados the problem gets compounded with Dad on the beach in his skimpy Speedos which he fills out remarkably well.
But help is at hand for this horny young man who’s desperate to lose his cherry and clear his mind of this annoying fixation. It comes in the form of Dr. Jack Jackson: a hot young marine biologist who likes to gives sailing lessons to sexy young lads... and a lot more besides when they’re as cute as Scott.
Jack guesses the problem, he sets a sailing challenge, and on a secluded beach where turtles nest and only he and his ‘guests’ are allowed, Jack sets about his task over three raunchy sessions. All those inappropriate paternal thoughts are quickly banished from Scott’s mind. That scene from Dr. No is long forgotten. All Scott can think about is hunky Jack Jackson, his incredible... Dr. Yes!
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: Aug 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465941503

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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Dr. Yes!

By Jack Brighton

(Flaming Hot Gay Erotica)

Copyright Tom Farrell aka Jack Brighton, 2011

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.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Naxos

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

BDSM Book Extract –Enslaving Jake

About the Author

Chapter 1

She emerged from the ocean like a modern day Venus, a curvaceous goddess of the sea. Wearing only a skimpy bikini that was considered very daring for the time, she waded through the water with a conch shell in each hand. Under the Caribbean sun this iconic woman sang wistfully away in a voice that was not her own:

Underneath the Mango Tree me honey and me can watch for the moon. Underneath the Mango Tree me honey and me make boolooloop soon.

She strode onto the beach, a vision of female sensuality, her golden body shimmering in the sun. The shells were thrown to the sand then suddenly she froze.

Are you totally sure that does nothing for you?

Sorry Dad – absolutely zilch!

Bloody hell! exclaimed my father. I used to jerk off all the time to that when I was your age!

Pleeease! I protested. Way too much detail... I’m degenerate enough as it is without you throwing up images of paternal masturbation.

Hmmph!

Come on! Hit the play button. I’ve seen enough of this bimbo.

Dad was reluctant. He leered at the woman with hungry eyes. I had a horrible feeling that once this belated chat about the birds and the bees was over, my scarily good looking forty year old father was going to linger in the TV room and toss one off, reliving his adolescence as he beat his meat watching this old movie scene. It was an image that was rapidly taking root in my mind, and one that I found disturbingly exciting.

Un-be-bloody-lievable, mused my dad shaking his head. A bimbo! That’s Ursula Andress I’ll have you know! And a few years ago, the viewers of Channel 4 voted this the sexiest moment in the history of cinema... It certainly got my vote... And it doesn’t make you feel in the slightest bit horny?

I was feeling horny all right, but for all the wrong reasons – that image of my dad jerking on his cock just wouldn’t go away. But unlike my deviant sexuality, this sudden incestuous interest wasn’t something I ever intended to confess to anyone, and especially not my father.

Sorry! It does nothing for me, I offered.

Then in mock despair for his only son, Dad pressed the remote and the action on the screen moved on.

Where as that! I exclaimed, taken aback, for I had never seen this movie before. A thirty year old Sean Connery had appeared on the screen, all hunky and sexy and ruggedly handsome, cocking one eyebrow in casual suggestion. It was Bond at his best, and I was in lust – all incestuous thoughts were thankfully blown away. Now there’s something to get the juices flowing! What a lucky mare she is, to come out of the sea and find him lurking on the beach. What’s this film called? I might download it later on and watch it in private.

Doctor No, answered Dad who was a bit of a film buff.

And is that the doctor? I harped, hamming it up as I leered at the man. I wouldn’t say no to him. That’s a definite yes!

I give up! huffed Dad theatrically, hamming it up as well. The remote was tossed onto my lap. Here – you’ve ruined it for me. I’ll never be able to look at Ursula in the same way – not now that I know you fancy the man I always wished was me in this scene.

Dad got out of his chair and came over to where I sat. He gave my mop of black hair a good ruffle then leaned down to rest his head against mine.

Thanks for telling me Scott... I’ve suspected for a while, but don’t take that the wrong way – you’re hardly camp or anything like that. It was just the lack of girlfriends that gave it away which isn’t natural for a good looking lad like you. And don’t worry - I’m fine with it. Of course my macho honour dictated that I made this token attempt to straighten you out, but I knew it would be a waste of time. I just want you to be happy son.

I will be if I meet him next week on the beach in Barbados.

Sean Connery! He’s nearly eighty now.

So are you!

Cheeky bugger! I’m barely half his age.

He gave my hair another ruffle and my brow a quick kiss. It was in no way forced, just a simple demonstration of his undiminished love which made my coming out to him all the more special. I had just turned eighteen and told my dad that I was gay. I wanted it in the open before we went on holiday - our fortnight in the sun before I left home for university. He’d taken it well, which deep down I knew he would, despite all my stupid fears to the contrary. I was now openly gay, though sadly still a virgin. But I intended to change that very soon. All I needed was a man... a man like the one there on the screen who was giving me such a horn. A man who apparently wasn’t Doctor No – but for me was Doctor YES!

Chapter 2

I love the beach. I always did as a kid and it’s no different now – the beach is a great place to be. Where else can you see so many gorgeous men wandering around bare-chested in Bermuda shorts, or even better, in a pair of skimpy wet trunks.

We had been at the resort for five days and I was drunk on the flesh. Of course the beach wasn’t the only place where a bevy of masculinity was on show, but that’s where it was at its best. So after breakfast I would wander down to the beach and find a sun-bed with a good view of the scene. To a backdrop of sparkling Caribbean Sea, golden sand and clear blue sky, I would discreetly position a magazine over my groin and wallow in the action. I never got bored of it, happily spending most of the day there just glorying in it all, making the occasional foray back to the hotel, but resisting all attempts from my more actively inclined parents to get me to do something else.

Something else!

Why would I want to do something else? I much preferred the beach, and the spectacle it offered, to the other activities on offer. Men of all ages, shapes, sizes and races, strutted about for my visual pleasure – promenading along the shore, frolicking in the sea, leaping about doing some sort of sport, or lazing around like me. There were big hairy hunks who filled out their trunks, and smooth muscled studs in Lycra that hugged. There were handsome lads and sexy dads – my old man being one of the latter.

Oops!

There I go again: seeing my father in a sexual light. It was becoming a bit of a problem. I had never really been affected by it until recently, but suddenly I had developed this unhealthy obsession.

Okay, so it had always been a matter of quiet pride that I saw my dad as a good looking bloke: naturally hunky with a manly hairy chest, a roguish handsome face and a twinkle to his eyes; he had a genetic gift of fine build and facial features that thankfully he had passed on to me. So yes, I had always acknowledged that he was a tasty looking man