Gay Erotic Short Stories

By Jack Scarborough

The entire set of erotic, gay male stories from Jack Scarborough in one great-value set.

The Jack Scarborough collection are 8 short-stories based on real-life events. Each story is set in England (apart from A Parisian Encounter) and based on actual characters and events.

The themes are varied, from voyeurism, threesomes, vacation flings, surfing fantasies, party play to college romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Scarborough Publishing
• Release date: Apr 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310461019

Jack Scarborough

Jack lives and works in London, England, writing award-winning erotic gay MM fiction. He loves writing erotic fiction and hopes you will enjoy reading his stories.All stories are based on true events. They are hot and he hopes you will find them the same!There are currently 8 titles in the series- The Seagulls of Seabridge- A Freshman In Love- Dangerous Games- Surf Shack- A Parisian Encounter- Obsession- Queer As F*ck- PartyAlso available, the Jack Scarborough Collection featuring all eight stories in one volume.More titles to come, very soon.

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British Gay Short Stories

The Jack Scarborough Collection

By Jack Scarborough

© Jack Scarborough 2019

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Queer as F*ck

Chapter One

My boyfriend and I had just moved into our new place in the country.   Technically, it was still London but it was a thousand times more suburban than our apartment in Canary Wharf.    This was our weekend retreat and it was pretty impressive.   Apart from the cinema room and sauna room, the best bit was the hot-tub in the garden.

Ryan and I worked in the City of London.  'High fliers' as they say.  There were several things about our lives that we loved.  We were in our mid-twenties and already directors in the investment banking division of the same bank.    We earned a fucking fortune which was justified given the stressful nature of our jobs.  We liked to work hard and play hard.  And boy did we play.

It was the day after we had moved in and the sun was baking.   I had been unpacking boxes all morning and took a midday shower to cool off.   I’d always wanted a waterfall shower and now we had one.  Two minutes in, I had just soaped up when the doorbell rang.  I quickly rinsed off, grabbed a towel and wrapped it round my waist.   Gazing out of the upstairs bedroom window, I saw a stranger standing at the electric gate.

What’s up mate? I called out of the giant open window.

Hello, I'm looking for work.   Do you need anything doing?   I’m cheap, said the fit stranger.

No, sorry mate, I think we're OK.

No worries, he said, turning to move to the next house.

I remained at the window as the young, blonde-haired lad crossed the cobbled street.  He strode briskly up the path of the house opposite and I remembered how enterprising I'd been when I was that age.   It occurred to me that we could actually use help around the house.   We had five bedrooms and bathrooms and a huge garden.  The previous owners had moved out six weeks prior and so the garden was in a bit of a state.   A lot of work was needed to get up together and Ryan and I had precious little time.  

Seemingly, he had no luck in my neighbour's house so I called out of the window once more.

Hey, I may have some work.

The young guy crossed the road again and walked towards the gate.

Hang on, I'll be down.

I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and ran down the light-oak stairs, buzzing the guy in through the electronic gates.

I'm Jack.

Jason.  Pleased to meet you, he replied, offering his hand.

Come in.

I shook his hand firmly and led Jason into the kitchen.  

Take a seat.  We've just moved in so we could probably use some help.  Can you clean and garden?

Jason's face lit up.   Yeah, right up my street, he smiled.  This place is amazing.

Thanks, it’ll be even better when we’ve finished unpacking and set-up the table football.

We discussed the type of work that we wanted and made the financial arrangements.  Basically, we needed someone to do odd-jobs.   He was well-pleased.   I probably paid over the odds, but if he did a good job he would deserve a fair salary.   If he didn’t perform, he’d be out on his ear quicker than a bishop in a brothel.  

As we were shaking on the deal, Ryan walked through the front door and saw Jason sipping a mug of coffee.  He looked at me astonished.

Hi, Ryan.  Meet Jason.  He’s our new houseboy.

A word outside please, replied Ryan without making eye-contact with either of us.

I followed him into the dining room.

Who is this slut? he asked.

Slut?  What are you talking about?

Is it just a coincidence that he happens to be a gorgeous young thing.

He’s well over the legal age.  And besides, you used to be a gorgeous young thing, once.

I probably shouldn't have said that.   To be fair, Ryan was still only thirty (a year older than me) and in very good shape.  I just took exception to the cross-examination.   It was true, I did have a thing for guys in their early twenties; albeit very  early twenties.   Ryan and I had an open relationship.  He and I could and did fuck who we liked.   Sometimes one on one, sometimes threesomes, sometimes more.   It was all part of the playing hard.   We both had extremely high sex drives.

How old is he, anyway?

I don’t exactly have his CV.  But I happen to know that he’s twenty-one.

Enjoy your fuck.

Ryan stormed out, clearly not pleased with this particular situation.  I returned to the kitchen and apologised to Jason for the ‘scene’.   We arranged for him to return the next day, Sunday, to do some gardening.

Chapter Two

It was 6 am and I was up with the cock.  As per most mornings, I was horny as fuck and wanked off in bed.    Ryan and I had patched things up over night.  He fucked the hell out of me.  We had an on / off relationship as well as open.   Thankfully, for the three years that we had been together, it was mostly on.   In fact, he was great fun to be with, in and out of bed and I did love him, I think.

Ryan went out on his morning cycle.   We were both fitness mad and competed intensely to maintain the best six pack.  Jason was due to arrive at about 8 am.  I’m a morning person and in hindsight, Jason had probably never been up before 8 am in his life.   To give him his due, he arrived ten minutes early.    

I thought we said 8 am? I said, smiling.

Sorry, I wanted to make an early start; to make a good impression.

He hardly looked dressed for the garden, dressed in designer clothes.  I assumed that he'd just come back from the club.  Still, having got up late, I was wearing just a towel so I was probably not best-placed to judge.

Alright if I change?

Yes, sure.  I was just thinking you were over-dressed for...

Before I could finish my sentence Jason had whipped off his t-shirt to reveal his fit and incredibly sexy torso.

You don't stand on ceremony.

Nothing you haven't seen before, he smiled.

Jason had a great body.  I couldn't help admire it while we spoke.   I felt very vulnerable in my towel (and was relieved that I had had a wank that morning) and tried to direct my thoughts to utilitarian matters.   Judy Garland, Judy Garland , I thought in an attempt to keep the beast in the cage.   Fuck, no, she's a gay icon, every gay man gets stiff at the mention of Judy.   'Hillary Clinton’ '.   That did it, panic over.   The monster had been slain.

You’re in good shape.  Do you work out? I asked.

Thanks.  Most days.  I like to stay in shape.  My girlfriend insists on it!

Jason pulled a grubby t-shirt out of his rucksack and put it on.   We talked about the work that needed doing in the garden and the house.  He continued to change into his shorts right in front of me.  He wasn't shy.  Plus, I couldn’t help notice his enormous package.  He could see that I was trying not to look and just smiled.  The tease.

He went to work in the garden while I went for a shower and shave.  I could hear that Jason was mowing the lawn.  It was another great day.   The smell of freshly cut grass filtered through the backdoor, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed coffee.  The sun was beating down and it was still only mid-morning.

Jason stopped the mower to empty the grass container into the bin.   He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tucking it into his shorts.   I stood at the kitchen window, admiring his firm body.  Beads of sweat ran down his chest, glistening in the sun's hot rays.   His arms were muscular and his six-pack was well-defined.  Although Ryan was exceptionally fit, Jason’s physique was my idea of perfection.  He was the sort of guy I regularly wanked over, or even fantasized about while having sex.  

He wiped his forehead with his hand

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