Deeper

By Jack Brighton

Ludo is a top, and an assertive one at that – a real gentleman with a masterful side. Cody is a bottom who is finding his sexual feet and wants to try so much. With dive instructor Ludo he’s found his perfect match, for not only does he have all the necessary equipment to go deeper than anyone has before, he’s got a filthy mind and the confidence to use it – Cody’s in for one flaming hot day!
The day started badly. Cody's diving buddy called to cancel. But help is on hand in the form of Ludo, a diving instructor who has just arrived on the island and is prepared to take Cody out.
It's a dream come true for teenager Cody who hasn't had any action for a while. Frenchman Ludo is a hunk of the very best quality, and as it transpires, a rather naughty hunk at that - getting Cody's number and playing him like a fish.
It turns into a day Cody will never forget. The dive itself was pretty spectacular - Cathedral Cave being an amazing sight. But it's before, during, and after that really make the day - when the hunky Frenchman treats Cody to some extras, using his equipment to devastating effect, and going DEEPER than Cody has ever gone before.
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 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465715364

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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Deeper

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

Chapter 7

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Dr Yes!

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

BDSM Book Extract –Dirt!

About the Author

Chapter 1

Bugger it! I exclaimed when I read the text message.

I wasn’t a happy bunny. For the forth time in a row my dive buddy had cancelled. It had been almost three weeks since I arrived on Gozo and I still hadn’t got under the water.

I love diving – I really do. It’s the ultimate ‘get away from it all’ experience. In a hectic world where people are constantly in your face, voices whinging, telephones ringing, e-mails zinging, and Facebook bringing it 24/7 – submerging yourself underwater in a bubble of tranquillity, with only a few signals from your buddy for communication, is a tonic of relief for the inundated brain. But note the word ‘buddy’ – you can’t go alone, and once again my plans had been scuttled on some feeble excuse.

No sod it! I growled. I’m going diving anyway. Even if I have to pay for it, I’m hitting the sea.

Checking the time, fearing it might be too late, I rang the dive centre where I did my training in the hope that I could join an escorted group. During my first year of diving I always went out in a group led by an instructor. That was before I got my ‘Advanced’ level and was qualified to go out on my own with a buddy – assuming I had one who could be arsed to get out of bed on a Sunday morning instead of nursing his hangover from the night before!

The telephone was answered and I posed my question then cringed at the reply. Sorry Cory, they left about half an hour ago, Maggie informed me. She’s a sweet old dear who organises the dives.

I’ve got my gear ready, I protested. I just need some air, and I bet they’ve got a spare tank. Could I not chase after them? Where have they gone?

Reqqa Point, Maggie answered.

Brilliant! I yelled. Reqqa is one of my favourite sites.

But they’ll be in the water long before you get there. I’m sorry, Cory, it’s just not on.

I’ll try anyway.

You’d be wasting your time. Why not go out this afternoon instead? They’re going to the Blue Hole.

It was tempting. The Blue Hole is Gozo’s premier dive spot – an incredible inland pool linked to the open sea by an underwater arch, located beside the equally incredible Azure Window which towers above the reef. It’s a tourist hot spot, and there’re always lots of fit young lads larking around as an added attraction. But sadly I had to decline.

No can do, Maggie. Dad’s firing up the barbie this afternoon and I’m under orders to be there as his personal slave. Is there nothing you can do? Pleeeease! I bleeded down the phone in my best helpless little boy lost voice, which tends to work wonders with sweet old dears.

Maggie hummed and hawed then offered me some hope. Hold on a moment. Let me just check something.

I waited, cursing my luck. If that lazy sod had texted me earlier then I could have gone to Reqqa and the morning would have been saved. Still, there was a bright side to the day - at least I had the barbeque to look forward to, and slavery I can assure you was not on the agenda. Lounging by the pool with a cold beer in hand lusting after Sandy McLean would be the plan. Sandy’s a bit of a hunk and I’m sure he’d look gorgeous in a pair of skimpy trunks if only he had the decency to wear them. Baggy shorts is more his thing, but that’s okay, as long as he gets his top off and flashes his manly chest, I’ll be as happy as a lark. He’s supposedly straight, but I’m not totally convinced, and I was feeling so desperate, I thought I might even chance my luck and give him one of my killer ‘come fuck me’ smiles. If there was one thing I wanted more than to dive it was to have some big horny stud like Sandy ploughing my ass!

Oh, didn’t I mention? But you probably guessed already. Yeah, that’s right. I’m as bent as the proverbial fishhook. Nineteen years old and permanently randy, but getting no sex whatsoever at the moment.

Why?

Well it’s not because of my looks - I can assure you of that. It might sound arrogant, but facts are facts – I’ve got wavy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, full ruby lips and a healthy complexion tanned to a golden brown after three weeks in the Mediterranean sun. People tell me I look like a young Brad Pitt, which surely can’t be bad. At five feet ten I’m not as tall as I’d like, but my body is toned and fairly well muscled after a year of pumping iron in the gym. And most importantly for the passive sex that I like, I’ve got a cracker of an arse that look fabulous in jeans and even better in a pair of trunks. With assets like those it should be easy to get laid, and it would be in most places – but not here in Gozo where horny young fags like me are as rare as rainy days in the Mediterranean summer!

I was finding it a bit of a pig to be honest. It never bothered me before, but this year Gozo was driving me mad. Ever since I was a little kid, we’ve been coming out to the island for the summer. My parents own a converted farmhouse, which is the traditional dwelling on the island. To be honest it’s more like a villa, with a fabulous pool and lots of quirky little courtyards – no farm animals anywhere near it. Dad’s a writer you see, so he can work from anywhere, and Gozo’s perfect for him - peaceful and tranquil, oozing with history and literary inspiration. It was great for me as well until this year. I was totally content doing the diving and some windsurfing, or generally lazing about. But having spent my first year at university in Edinburgh, during which time I discovered the joys of gay sex, and got my bubble butt ass shagged on a regular basis by a procession of horny studs, I needed a little more in my life than traditional water sports! I needed a hard cock ramming up my ass and it had been almost a month since I had one! As you can imagine, I was climbing the bloody walls, snarling for some sex like a bitch in heat.

Scheming up a plan to get into Sandy McLean’s pants, I was suddenly dragged back to reality. Look, as you’re obviously desperate – Ludo can help you out, said Maggie down the phone. He only got here yesterday, and wasn’t due to start till Monday, but he’s agreed to take you.

Ludo? Do I know him? I asked with a tinge of excitement to my voice that had nothing to do with the opportunity to dive, or the unlikely prospect of turning Sandy McLean.

I’m not sure, Maggie replied. "He wasn’t with us when you did the courses. But he was here last summer, so you might have seen him around. He’s French – Ludovic is his proper name, but he prefers to be called Ludo. Be here within half