Pop My Cherry Ass: Volume 1

By Jack Brighton

Is there anything as sweet as a cherry ass that’s ripe and ready to be popped?
Taste for yourself in these sizzling hot tales where three different young guys with hot peachy rumps lose their virginity to three very different men, in three bizarre situations that take them all by surprise.
First up is shy boy Robbie who gets is accosted in the showers after his shift in the bakery. He’s forced to endure a ‘Cherry Bakewell’ – having his ass fingered to check that he’s not queer. But hunky amateur rugby player, Tony, doesn’t stop there. Once everyone else is gone, things get really hot and steamy, hard against the wall and down on the floor!
Then there is rich lad Calum who has a birthday treat in store – a new car from his dad who’s away on business. It’s delivered by dreamboat, Ross, who takes Calum for a test drive, and gets very excited along the way, much to Robbie’s delight. Back at the house, Ross delights even more when he gives the birthday boy an extra treat, popping his cherry spread-eagled over the bonnet of the new car.
Finally we have country bumpkin, Bobby, who is in the big city for the day, and his ‘girlfriend’ has arranged for a Swedish massage. He’s not very keen until he sees Olaf – a Nordic god in a pair of skimpy shorts and who massages in some very strange places, using ALL of his impressively sized body parts to do the work.
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: Sep 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465735256

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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Pop My Cherry Ass

Volume 1

(Flaming Hot Gay Erotica)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Tom Farrellaka 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

Cherry Bakewell

Cherry Birthday

Cherry Massage

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –Shoot the Clouds

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract –His Nemesis

BDSM Book Extract –Snapped into Submission

About the Author

Cherry Bakewell

I heard him before I saw him. That was usually the way with Tony. The guy was loud! Seriously loud! He’s a bit of a stand up comedian on the side, forever blabbering away, keeping up a running diatribe for whoever was in earshot. I wasn’t one of his fans, at least not in the verbal department. But being fairly young, mid-twenties at a guess, standing at well over six feet tall and carrying more than two hundred pounds of rugby player beef, Tony had other attributes that I secretly admired, though would never dare tell him to his cheekily handsome face.

I was wary of him to be honest - physically attracted, but cautiously wary of all that muscular brawn which every Saturday afternoon would turn scarily aggressive when Tony took to the rugby pitch and locked horns with other like minded brutes. I found him intimidating with his ‘in your face’ brashness - Mr. Cock-a-Hoop, streetwise and outgoing. Whereas I was still wet behind the ears – a country bumpkin fresh out of school, just turned eighteen, too shy for my own good and uncomfortable around people like Tony who seemed so sure of himself. I had given him a pretty wide berth since the first time I heard him, which was easy enough in the bread factory where I worked – taken on for the summer as a general dog’s body to fill in for the unskilled workers taking vacation. Tony was one of the bakers – a skilled worker, so our paths had rarely crossed during the first week of my employ.

But they were crossing now! I had just entered the changing room at the end of my shift and I could hear Tony yelling out loud, entertaining his co-workers, showing off no doubt, though I couldn’t be sure, because I couldn’t actually see him. The booming voice was coming from the communal showers where Tony, the big hunk, would be bollocks naked!

Suddenly I felt dizzy. I was in a bit of a quandary. I had always taken a shower at the end of the shift having sweated a fair bit in the heat of the bakery. Not owning a car meant I had to use public transport and I didn’t want to cause any offence. Most of the men didn’t bother, preferring to go straight home and freshen up there, but a few stayed behind and showered at the factory. It was something I had come to looked forward to, hoping that I might be lucky and see a reasonably good body, a nice arse or a big dick. But few of the men that I’d spotted in the showers were sexually exciting. Not until this moment at least.

It actually crossed my mind to pass on the chance to see big loud-mouthed Tony in the scud. I was worried about what would happen – that I’d embarrass myself by getting too excited, and that Tony would spot this and suss me out as a poof, which of course I was. It was something that I had kept firmly closeted however. Homophobia was rife in the part of the world where I lived, and I only intended to come out once I made my escape at the end of the summer when I would start my degree in gay friendly Manchester. In the meantime, mega mouth Tony was the last bloke I wanted to get a stiffy in front of. Not only would he blab to all and sundry, he would probably take offence and beat the living shit out of me, having the brawn to do some serious damage.

It was a bit of a risk, but then I thought what the hell. I’d never seen a decent looking bloke fully naked - not in the flesh at any rate. I’d checked out plenty of porn on the net, but I’d never seen a horny hunk in the raw. It was too good a chance to pass up. So seizing my moment I went to my locker and quickly stripped out of my ‘whites’ - the bakery worker’s uniform. I took my towel and wrapped it round my waist then boldly headed for the communal showers where Tony could be heard loud and clear.

Oh look! What do we have here! yelled Tony as soon as he saw me. It’s got to be one of the students. And I don’t think we’ve initiated this one yet.

Initiation! That didn’t sound good! I felt weak at the knees. For a split second I wanted to turn and run but I was held trapped by the sight before me. Tony was standing there under a faucet, one of four men taking a shower. I was oblivious to the other three shapes in the steam – I just gawped at Tony who stood directly in front of me, using his announcement as an excuse to check him out.

And what a sight the big hunk made: standing there naked under a cascade of hot water, proudly displaying all that he had! Not wanting to be obvious I focused mainly on his face and absorbed his firm rugged features: the sandy coloured hair which was all tousled and damp, the emerald green eyes that sparkled with life, the strong fleshy nose that was a little bashed from his sport, the pale pink lips that were grinning madly, and the sturdy manly chin with two days worth of stubble. But in the few seconds that I stood there uncertain of what to do, I made sure to get a glimpse of his naked body – a full frontal view of raw magnificence. Two slabs of meat made up his chest which was covered by a mat of light brown hair, the stomach was slightly swollen due to too many pints of beer, but it looked solid and sexy with a little band of fur running down the middle. His thighs were enormous, as is the case with most rugby players, bulging with muscles and covered in wet matted down brown hair. And between those thighs, long and dangling, was a lovely fat circumcised cock with a big purple knob at the end that had me mesmerised with its splendour. It was a struggle to look away, but of course I did.

He’s a shy one isn’t he! yelled out Tony as he collected some shower gel from the dispenser on the wall and lathered himself up. What do you reckon lads? Will we feed him a Cherry Bakewell?

Och, leave the boy be, Tony, shouted one of the other men, the biggest and the oldest of the three bit players. Come on in son – you’re safe enough.

Confused and a little timid, but totally in awe of the naked flesh that was before me, I took off my towel and hung it up then entered the communal showers. Of course as luck would have it, both of the free faucets were to either side of Tony, one to his left on the same wall, and one to his right on the adjacent wall. Strategically I took the latter, knowing that this would afford me the better view.

I set about my shower ostensibly ignoring the hunk beside me, but intending to sneak glances whenever I could. Not wanting to engage him, I avoided his face, and not wanting to enrage him I avoided his cock, so it was his chest that my eyes settled on when I turned in his direction. I was greeted to a close up of a big pert nipple sticking out proud on his beefy hairy pec. It looked like it was screaming for some oral attention and I would be happy to oblige and suckle the sexy bud - but I wanted to keep my teeth, so I forced myself to look away, turning round again to face the wall.

SPLAT!!!

Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder – it landed with a wet slap and I jolted in shock, letting out a yelp.

Christ you’re jumpy! shouted Tony through the steam.

Sorry, I replied, glancing at the hand. It looked bloody enormous, and undoubtedly could pack a fair whack. You wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of that big mitt if its owner took offence.

Brave though, to come in here, continued Tony. Now that’s what I call asking for a Cherry Bakewell.

W... what do you mean? I stammered, nervous as all hell, but thrilled at the same time to be talking to this man and