Sleeping with the Outlaw: A Gay Erotica Romance Part 1

By Lucas Loveless

Taylor

I was 23 the summer that Dylan Ruff came into my life. I was just a poor boy living in a small town. I came from a broken home, and I was sure that I would be stuck there for the rest of my life. But Dylan changed everything.

He was rough. He was rugged. He was everything a young gay man like me fantasized about. Then one afternoon, fantasy became reality when I found out Dylan wanted me, too. It started off casual, just messing around, but my affair with Dylan quickly became one of the most intense experiences of my life. I wanted him to be my first time and take my virginity, but I would soon find out Dylan was far more dangerous than I thought.

Dylan was a criminal on the run, and he was about to leave town with more cash than I had ever imagined, cash he had stolen from the wrong man... a man who was hunting him down to kill him. I would soon get swept up into Dylan’s world of danger.

It terrified me.

It thrilled me.

After this outlaw swept me away, nothing would ever be the same.

This is a gay erotica romance story. It is part one of a two-part story. It contains strong language, very explicit gay sex scenes, violence including guns, and drug use. This story is intended for mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Mar 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005667818

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SLEEPING

WITH THE

OUTLAW

A GAY EROTICA ROMANCE

PART 1

WRITTEN BY

LUCAS LOVELESS

ONE

My whole life, until I met Dylan Ruff, I felt I had nothing to look forward to.

I was 23 that summer, and my entire life I’d never felt so restless. I was hungry for everything. I was hungry for adventure, hungry to escape that dirt-poor town I called home – I was hungry for sex and hungry for men, hungry to finally start living.

I grew up in a small town called Destin in northern Wyoming. High school was a bitch. In a small town everyone gets a label, and mine was the gay kid. I kept to myself, and the few friends I had didn’t mind me being around them as long as I didn’t rat them out when they did drugs. Growing up, I was just a blonde-haired, green-eyed misfit, too skinny, just a loser in a small town.

My mother and I were dirt poor like most in Destin. We lived in a bastard’s double wide trailer near the edge of town. Pete – my mother was convinced she needed the bastard, and I was never brave enough to stand up to him when he’d abuse her or me. I’d been afraid of him since we moved in with him when I was seven.

My dad left when I was a baby, and my mom never really got over it. Sometimes I wish he’d come back, even though I’d heard stories of his drinking and hitting. I wish he’d come back so we didn’t have to live with Pete.

But I was stuck in that town, scrounging and saving what little cash I could with the fading dream of one day escaping. Me – Taylor Wilde, stuck in Destin… I’d never had a boyfriend, never felt the real rush of life I’d seen people experience on TV or in the movies. And that’s what I craved… I just never thought it’d come when I’d meet the outlaw that would change my life.

***

I hauled twenty boards in the back of Richard Wither’s truck across the Wyoming highway. The sun was out, making me sweat through my sleeveless t-shirt even with the windows rolled down and wind blowing.

Richard Withers was an old construction worker. He had his own company in town, and when I was desperate for cash, which was all the time, I’d hit him up for a job or two. That day, he had me haul wooden beams to the new development neighborhood just outside town, to a new house under construction.

I got to the new house. I stepped out of the truck and carried two beams to the construction site. The house was just a wooden skeleton right now, but I pictured it made of dark red bricks, one story with at least one cathedral ceiling inside.

I set the boards down. I didn't see anyone around. Strange, I say. I looked around. There was another truck, a large, black Ford, beaten and worn, but no one in sight.

Hello?

Nothing.

Hello? I ask louder.

Up here, boomed a rugged and deep voice.

I looked up.

Straddled between two beams in what would be the attic was a handsome man who looks to be in his late twenties.

From my angle, I look straight up in between his legs. I have the boards you guys asked for.

Hold on a second. He climbed the beams until he reached a tall ladder. He came down to the ground, and I got to see just how sexy this guy was.

He was a few inches taller than me. He had a dark, trimmed beard and short hair. Muscular, rugged, tattooed, stripped down