Dirty Hot Gay Studs: A Collection of Gay Erotica Stories Volume 1

By Lucas Loveless

Stories inside:

“Hot Sweat”
You know the secret fantasy, having hot sex with the gym stud, hooking up in the locker room, all that sweaty muscle that’s too hot to handle... That’s exactly what’s in store for Ryan and Kade. These two studs meet at the gym, and the attraction is instant. Sparks fly as attitudes collide, and after they let go and surrender to their lust for each other, they’ll never be the same.

“Forbidden – My Girlfriend’s Brother”
Alpha male Roy has always picked on his girlfriend’s younger brother. Jason has always hated his older sister’s brutish, muscular boyfriend. But these stud’s secret? They want each other so bad it hurts. On a cabin getaway with Roy’s girlfriend’s family, Rot finally gets the chance to see Jason naked, and everyone knows once an alpha male sees something that arouses him, there’s no way he can deny taking it. These two studs are about to cross every forbidden line.

“Straight Cop Seduced”
He’s a straight cop who’s always played by the rules. He’s handsome. He’s muscular. He’s just made out with his wife’s best friend while she watched. That’s right; Teddy and Axel are two smoking hot studs who lust after each other. When Teddy’s wife says it turns her on to see Teddy explore this sexual side of himself, they invite Axel over for a night of blazing hot man-on-man pleasure.

This is a collection of gay fiction. It contains explicit language and sexual material that is intended for mature readers! It is part of a two-volume series; Dirty Hot Gay Studs Volume 2 is available now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Mar 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005694562

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DIRTY

HOT

GAY

STUDS

A Collection of Gay Erotica Stories

Volume 1

Written by Lucas Loveless

Table of Contents

Hot Sweat

Forbidden – My Girlfriend’s Hot Brother

Straight Cop Seduced

Excerpt from His Best Friend’s Dad

Hot Sweat

ONE

I've looked at guys before. If a guy says he's never checked out another guy, he's lying. All men do it. I was 25 the first time I saw Kade, the first time I ever felt tongue tied around another man.

I'm at the gym near my apartment, trying to bulk up. After years of being out of shape, I am finally deciding to do something about it. I finish a set of bench presses, and when I sit up to catch my breath, there he is, walking in. I swear, it feels like slow motion, this tall, fit and handsome guy with wavy dark hair walking towards me. Well, he's actually walking to the weight room, but that doesn't stop me from staring. He catches me, and I look away fast.

Shit, I say under my breath. My heart actually starts beating quicker. What is this? I feel nervous, almost afraid to look back up and see if he saw me.

I get off the bench and try to play it off. He walks by me and to one of the leg machines. Even from behind it's easy to see the guy is attractive, broad shoulders, slim waist.

Don't look at his butt, I tell myself. I turn away before he catches me staring again. I finish my work out, and I leave.

I saw him again at the end of that week. This time, he's there first, working on one of the back machines. He stands up from it, running his fingers through his air. He's wearing a black T shirt, one of the expensive, fancy ones they sell for athletes.

I feel like a bum in my ratty old plain white T and gym shorts, compared to this handsome man anyway.

Whatever, I tell myself. I'll just work out and ignore him.

I do shoulders and arms, hitting it harder than usual like I'm mad at my muscles. They're burning, and I'm sweating by the time I look up and catch him staring at me in the gym mirror.

He looks away fast.

I'm not an idiot. I know what people do when they get caught checking out others, like dodging their gaze. So I have to wonder, was this guy looking at me, too? Intrigued, I start lifting again, hoping to catch his attention.

By the time I'm done, I take a break at the edge of the weight room. He finishes his set of squats and wipes his face with a towel. I look at his arms, defined and strong, and then he looks my way.

My first instinct is to look away again, but I know I caught him checking me out, so I keep my gaze on his, unfrozen, just staring. What the hell am I supposed to do?

He starts walking towards me. My stomach drops, heart starts beating faster. He's coming this way. Holy shit, I'm about to talk to-

He looks behind me and waves. He walks right past me and smiles at a girl in yoga pants and a pink tank top. He kisses her on the lips and hugs her. Hey baby, he says to her.

I turn my back on them, gritting my teeth. He has a girlfriend, I think. Holy shit, what am I doing?

So, I go back to my one-bedroom apartment five minutes away in the city. A gym bag over my shoulder, still warm and sweating, I trudge up the steps to my door and dig for my keys. The girl at the end of the hall comes out of her apartment. Hey, Ryan, she says. She saunters to me with a swing of her hips. She's always flirting.

Hey, Tiffany, I said.

Having a party next Friday. Friends birthday. Wanna come? She smiled at me.

I notice her cleavage in her lowcut shirt. I notice her bare legs in the cut off jean shorts she wore. A woman like her makes a guy like me want to jump into bed, but for whatever reason I'm not feeling the flirting tonight.

Uh, yeah, I tell her. I'll see if I can swing by.

She squeezes my arm before winking and walking away. You better be there, Ryan. We could use some muscle.

I shower, and I think about him, that guy at the gym. I don't want him in my head, but I keep seeing him. I lay in bed that night, and I think about him.

Get him out of your head, I tell myself. He has a girlfriend. You're straight. There's nothing going to happen!

The following Monday, I get off work and drive back to the gym. A gym bag over my shoulder, in jeans and a white T, I approach the check in counter, and wouldn't you know it, Kade is sitting behind the desk.

TWO

Shit, I think. I'm going to have to actually say something to this guy, or at least acknowledge him. My stomach drops as I approach the desk. We make fleeting eye contact with one another, my heart starting to beat faster.

Hey, I say.

Hi, he says.

I hand him my gym card. He reaches for it and he fumbles. It falls on the floor. Maybe he's just as nervous as me. I want to talk to him, say anything. So, I start, didn't know you worked behind the desk here.

He scans my card. Yeah, just started. He hands the card back to me, eyes down. His face is serious, and I don't want to bother him.

So, I walk away. Thanks man.

Sure, he mutters.

I change in the locker room. Just as I'm slipping my shirt on, I step around the corner of the lockers for the door, when I run into another man.

Oh shit, sorry. I pull down my shirt to see Kade standing before me. Oh, hey, I say as my stomach drops.

Should be, he mumbles as he goes around me.

I just stand there. My brows lower and I turn to face him. He heads for the urinal. Asshole, I say under my breath.

He turns around fast and shoots me a glare. What'd you say?

I glare back, holding his gaze. Nothing, I mutter.

I work out hard that night. Muscles flexing and pumping, heaving and raging, I lift heavy until I get all of my frustration out. What was it about this dirt bag that has a hold on me? I literally haven't said more than a few words to him, and yet I can't get his smug face out of my head.

I finish a set on the bench-press. I sit on the edge and towel sweat off my neck and chest. When I look up, I see Kade approaching. He keeps looking left of right, never right at me. He stops before me.

Yeah? I ask in a defensive tone.

We close in ten, he says. He turns and starts to walk away.

Yeah I know, I sigh. I stand up.

Then get out, he says, back facing me, and he keeps walking.

What a dick, I think. I can't believe I ever wasted so much time thinking about him.

***

The next Wednesday, when I enter the gym I'm relieved to see Kade isn't behind the desk. The last thing I want to deal with is his attitude. But when I go to the locker room, I catch him before one of the lockers wearing slacks and a polo shirt.

I freeze for a moment. Damn, I think. But I'm not going to let him make me back away. I march past him and to an empty locker.

It's just us, just me and Kade in the locker room. Silent, we shoot each other some quick glances, and then we start to undress.

He undoes the buttons of his shirt as I cross my hands at the bottom of mine and pull it over my body. I catch him staring, and he turns away. He opens his shirt and pulls it off his arms, slow like a tease. The sleeves are tight around his biceps. He arches his back a little to pull it off and throw it in his locker. He turns and catches me looking.

I dart my gaze. Facing my locker, I undo my belt. Then I unzip my jeans. I turn to the side, wondering if he's watching. Part of me wants him to watch as I slide off my jeans. He's half turned towards me. I pull down my jeans to my boxers. I kick them off. I bend over to put on my gym shorts. I turn to him.

He was staring at my lower half. This time when I catch him, he stares too long and too obvious. He looks away and hurriedly pulls off his slacks. He goes so fast his leg gets caught in them. He hops twice before falling onto the bench.

I take one step forward to help him, but he's quick to jump back up. His face is red and hot. Scowling, he throws his slacks in his locker.

Biting my tongue to keep from laughing, I ask him, You okay?

I'm fine, he snaps. He finishes dressing fast and leaves.

I let out a burst of laughter. It's the first time I ever thought of a guy as cute.

THREE

Kade keeps to himself that night at the weight machines. I stay on the opposite side doing free weights. Once again, we steal glances from one another. My eyes have never been hungrier to watch another man lift and sweat. The way he bends over, the way he stretches, when his skin reddens as his body heat rises, damn it I'm drooling watching him.

Eventually, it's just me and him in the weight room. We stay away from one another, but I catch him watching me when I do shoulder presses. He catches me watching him as he does the squat machine. There's only twenty minutes till closing, and when we finish our sets, we catch each other's eyes and just stare at one another. We're panting and sweating, exhausted. I sling my towel over my shoulders and head for the locker room.

It's hot as hell in that locker room now. Steam is in the air, and it smells like sweat and old clothes. I throw my towel on the bench and step out of my shoes. I strip off my shirt and drop my shorts. My fingers are under the waistline of my boxers when Kade walks in.

I turn and face him. We make eye contact that he breaks as he goes to his locker. He takes off his shirt, and this time I can't even tear my eyes away from him. Sweating, flexing and swollen, his body is a feast for me. He drops his shirt in the locker and sees me staring, but he doesn't say anything and he doesn't turn away. He gets out of his shoes. He pauses, looking me in the eyes, and then he drops his shorts and underwear.

My eyes have never been drawn to another man's cock, but they're stuck like glue to Kade. He's cut and lengthy, and he looks a little swollen. Looking at his makes mine start to swell and harden. I turn away fast before I can get an erection before him.

I catch him smirking, right before he turns and struts to the showers.

Fuck, I think, he has a nice ass! Round, firm, cheeks swinging as he walks, I'm drooling to watch him walk away. But then, as I lower my boxers, I realiz my prick is at full mass.

No, I whisper. Maybe I can skip the shower, but I need one. I'm heading to a friend's house after for a birthday party. I groan, and