Dirty Hot Gay Studs: A Collection of Gay Erotica Stories Volume 2

By Lucas Loveless

Stories inside:

“His Best Friend’s Dad”
Trevor is a 22-year-old rebel, a hot young stud who can’t help but take what he wants, and what he wants, is his best friend’s hot father. Clark is a man’s man with muscles that he isn’t afraid to show off. Once he gets a taste of Trevor, there’s no going back.

“The Groom’s Hot Brother”
What happens when two horny studs find one another at a wedding? Smoking hot gay action, that’s what. Tyler meets bad boy Rayden at Rayden’s brother’s wedding. He hates Rayden’s attitude, but he loves Rayden’s d##k. Once these two lose control for each other, it’ll be a wedding no one will forget.

“Out of Control”
This is an intense gay romance story. When young stud Jason leaves his small town to find his missing brother in New York, he meets a man who will change his life forever. Liam is older and more experienced, and he awakens feelings within Jason he never thought he would have – attraction to another man. What starts as curiosity quickly grows into a scorching hot romance between two men.

“The Outlaw”
This is an intense, gay erotica short story. Farm boy Carlos is a virgin, and he wants his first time to be with his ranch hand partner Victor. Victor is a muscled up bad boy with a motorcycle and a d##k to drool over. Carlos falls fast for this stud, but when he finds out Victor’s secret, everything will change.

This is a collection of gay fiction. It contains explicit language and sexual material that is intended for mature readers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Mar 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005965907

Book preview

His Best Friend’s Dad

ONE

I don't care if they kick me out of school. I never needed school anyway, man. Trevor Ranger looked out the window of his sleek, black GT Mustang. A bad boy, 22 years old, a rebel, Trevor was the kind of young stud who did what he wanted and never thought twice if it was wrong. 

Trevor and his friend Alex were driving east into Alabama. They would stay for two weeks with Alex's dad.  

Bro you need to chill out about all this partying, his friend Alex told him. I know you don't think you need school, but you gotta start thinking about your future sometime. 

Trevor lit a cigarette And rolled his window down. He squinted at the western sunlight, and he knew he should be more careful. I'm not that kind of guy, though, man. I'm not cautious. And I never will be. 

At the same time Trevor and Alex made their way to Alex's dad's house, 45-year-old Clark Stable tended to his yard. A broad shouldered, muscular man, he pushed a lawnmower across the hot grass and completed the final strip. He stood up tall and wiped sweat from his forehead. 

Damn it, it's blazing out here, he said to himself. 

Clark lived alone ever since his divorce from Alex's mother. As a single man, he kept to himself. He went to work, went to the gym, but he hadn't dated since his marriage ended. He hadn't found any interest in love ever since he gave up on it. 

It was too hot in his yard for a shirt, so he stripped it off. His pool was right there. He checked his watch, thinking his son wouldn't arrive for another hour. 

Fuck it, he said as he stripped off his boots and jeans. 

Buck naked, Clark dove into the cold water of the pool. He swam a lap. He sighed in relaxation. 

On the other side of the house, Trevor pulled his Mustang into the driveway. 

Trevor got out and stretched. 

Alex got out and glanced at him. Damn, dude. Wish I had a body like you. 

Trevor smirked. You could if you'd stop eating so many cheeseburgers. He walked to the front door. Man I gotta piss. 

The front door was locked. 

Is your dad not home? Trevor asked. 

Alex got his bag out of the backseat. Go around back. He always leaves the back door open. 

I bet he does, Trevor said under his breath. Bet he loves getting guys through the backdoor. He laughed to himself as he walked around the side of the house. 

The back gate was open. 

Trevor walked through, and he froze. His eyes landed on Clark. 

Clark climbed the steps out of the pool. 

Damn it, Trevor whispered. His cock twitched in his jeans while he watched his friend’s dad. Clark's firm butt and muscled back made Trevor drool. 

Clark stretched under the evening sunlight. His body flexed. The water glistened as it dripped off him. 

Trevor unconsciously reached for his cock. His bulge was getting hard. He licked his lips. 

Was the back door open? Alex asked as he came through the gate. 

Shit! Trevor straightened up and acted like he hadn't been staring. 

Alex saw his father. Whoa, Dad. What are you doing? 

Clark turned around. He wasn't ashamed. He smiled and waved. Hey son. Didn't hear you guys come through. He walked around the pool and approached them. His lengthy manhood swung in between his legs. 

Fuck, don't look at his dick, Trevor thought. Don't look at his long, cut, thick dick. 

Dad put some clothes on! Alex said. 

Clark shrugged. Son, relax. It's just us guys. Nothing you boys haven't seen before, right? He extended his hand to Trevor. You must be Alex's friend. Trevor, right? 

Instead of shaking hands, Trevor put his hands on his waist and leaned away. Yeah, I'm Trevor, he said sternly. And you're Clark? 

Clark took his hand back. Yeah. 

After an awkward pause, Alex shook his head. Dad put some clothes on. He walked back to the gate. I'm getting my bag. 

Left alone, Trevor and Clark stared at one another. 

You're kinda rude, Trevor. 

Trevor smirked. He was cocky about it. And you're kinda weird, Clark. I gotta get my bag. He bit his lip and stole a glance at Clark's dick before going to the gate. 

Clark noticed the glance. As Trevor walked away, he took his own looks at Trevor's physique. Nice butt, shoulders and arms, a fit waist and tight butt, the young stud definitely kept up with his body. And all that attitude packed into him made Clark want to spank it out of him. But he shook his head. 

What the hell is wrong with me? he asked himself. That's my son's friend. And I like women. 

Trevor and Alex brought their bags in while Clark got dressed. 

Does your dad know I'm gay? Trevor asked. 

Yeah, but he doesn't care. Sorry. He's pretty open about things, like letting his dick hang around.

Trevor grinned. That's fine by me. 

Tired from the drive, Trevor took off his shirt and went to the kitchen to see if Clark had any beer. But he found Clark, also shirtless, standing before the fridge. 

Clark grabbed a beer and turned around to see Trevor. Oh, didn't see you there. He popped the top and leaned against the kitchen counter as he drank. 

Where's Alex? 

Trevor leaned coolly against the opposite counter and stared at Clark like he was sizing him up. Went to say hi to his girlfriend. 

That's right. Clark stared right back at Trevor with the same kind of competitive stance. I almost forget they're dating. Long distance relationships, you know? 

Trevor nodded. Yeah, sure. He approached Clark. Can you move so I can get a beer? 

Clark laughed a little. Wow, you really are something, Trevor. Did your parents let you talk to them with that kind of attitude? 

Trevor smiled back at him, cocky and smug. Actually they were too busy counting their money and traveling around the world to really notice me. My nannies usually let me talk to them however I wanted.

Clark's grin turned sour. He glared at Trevor. Alright, listen, Trevor. I get it. You're a rich little smartass who's going to be staying at my house for a while. But if you want to stay on my good side, and you want any of my damn beer, you're gonna lose the attitude, understand? 

Trevor wouldn't back down that easy. Fine. Can I have a beer, Clark? He moved a little closer to him, right up against him. Please? 

Clark licked his lips. He'd never encountered a young stud like Trevor, so straightforward and seductive. So, he was nervous. And his manhood started to grow. Get back, Trevor. He shoved Trevor back. 

Hey! Trevor came back to him. Just give me a beer, man. He reached around Clark and tried to grab the fridge handle. 

No, you smartass! Clark grunted and used his free hand to push Trevor back. He pinned him against the kitchen counter. 

They realized they were so close to one another that their crotches rubbed against one another. And both men found out that they were hard. 

Whoa, Trevor said with a grin. Maybe we could skip the beer and you give me something else. 

Clark huffed in anger. But he couldn't bring himself to back away. Damn it, what kind of friend did my son bring home? 

Trevor smiled devilishly. I'm the kind of man who sees what he wants, and goes after it... He slipped his hand in between Clark's legs and squeezed his shaft. 

Clark's cock ached at the touch. He let out a groan, unable to control his body's sudden urge for Trevor. But he pulled away. Stop this shit right now, Trevor. 

Trevor stayed against the counter. What's wrong, man? You scared? 

Clark glared at him. You're an asshole. Does my son know what kind of friend you are? 

Trevor stared back for a moment. Sure, I'm an asshole. But judging from the rock-hard pole you've got, man, I think you like it just as much as I do. 

Clark gulped the rest of his beer, staring daggers into the sexy, dangerous young stud. 

Trevor licked his lips. This is gonna be fun, Clark. He lowered his voice. Trust me. You've never met a guy like me.

The front door opened. Alex walked into the kitchen. 

Shit, Clark whispered. He stood behind the kitchen island to hide his erection. Hey, son. How's Bianca? 

She's good. Alex looked back and forth at the other two. Everything okay here? 

Yes, Clark answered fast. We are fine. He glared at Trevor. Right? 

Trevor smiled. Oh yeah. Great. 

Alex walked past his father and got two beers out of the fridge. He tossed one to Trevor and they drank. Trevor, how do you feel about the Dirty Waterhole for your birthday tonight? 

Clark raised his eyebrows at Trevor. It's your birthday? 

Trevor took a sip and nodded. That's right, Clark. And what the hell is the Dirty Waterhole, Alex? 

Clark sighed. A cheap bar. 

It's not that bad, Alex said. Might be a lot of rowdy country boys there for you, Trevor. 

Trevor winked at Clark. Rowdy country boys, huh? Sounds good to me. 

TWO

Trevor and Alex left that evening for the bar. Clark stayed home. He drank a few beers and watched football. He tried to get Trevor out of his head, but Trevor was too damn hot not to think about. 

Damn it, Clark grumbled. He flipped through TV stations to find another game. 

He bit his lip, thinking about Trevor's lips and Trevor's muscles. His cock started to swell. He groped in between his legs. He started to breathe a little heavier. He couldn't fight his body's need for release. It'd been too long since he'd gotten some. 

Near midnight, the front door opened and Alex and Trevor stumbled inside. Trevor helped Alex walk in and told him, Damn it, dude. I thought I was the one who was supposed to get trashed on my birthday. 

What the hell? Clark put one of Alex's arms around his shoulder and helped Trevor take him to the bedroom. He didn't drive did he?

What do you think, man? Trevor answered. I had to drive his drunk ass home.

They got Alex to bed. He started singing and mumbling. I don't need her... I don't need her... 

What happened? Clark asked. 

Bianca dumped him. Trevor sighed. He couldn't help himself. I felt bad for him. He was heartbroken, so I let him drink and told him I would drive home.  He walked to the bedroom doorway. Could really use some liquor if you have it. He paused and waited for Clark. Please? 

***

Clark took a bottle of his good whiskey from the cabinet and poured two glasses over ice. Gotta say, Trevor. I didn't think you were the kind of guy to take care of my son like that. He passed Trevor a drink. Not after, you know, this afternoon. 

Trevor downed all the whiskey and passed his glass back to Clark. Come on, man. I need more than that. 

Clark hesitated. Alright, but just because you helped Alex. And because it's your birthday. 

As Clark poured another glass, Trevor leaned on the counter. I know I'm a bad guy, Clark. But when it comes down to it, if my friend needs me I don't turn my back on him. 

Clark passed him the whiskey. Good. 

It's when it comes to sex that I can be real pain. Trevor flashed him a sly grin. 

What does that mean? 

Trevor leaned back against the counter. Maybe you'll find out.

They drank in tense silence for a moment, each checking the other out. Clark noticed how dressed up Trevor had gotten for the evening: nice jeans and a blue button up shirt. Trevor liked the way Clark's sweat pants outlined the shape of his dick. 

Too bad it was a shitty, birthday, Trevor said. I didn't even get any dick like I wanted to. He sipped some whiskey, staring right at Clark. At least not yet. 

Clark took a drink. Trevor, we shouldn't be doing this. 

Trevor set his whiskey on the counter and got in front of Clark. He cornered him against the counter. We're Not doing anything yet, man. But we could. He licked his lips. I need some really bad. 

Clark stood up. His body felt tense. His cock began to harden. He stared at Trevor's lips. What about Alex? You're my son's friend, Trevor. 

Trevor looked down, eyeing the outline of Clark's erection. I won't tell anyone. I promise. Clark, please. He put his hand on Clark's erection and stroked him. Let me suck you. Just once. 

Clark took a deep breath. He could feel the need flashing from Trevor's eyes. The young stud was so hungry for sex he couldn't stand it. 

Damn it, Clark sighed. We can't say a word about this. He downed his whiskey and leaned back against the counter. 

Trevor smiled. My lips are sealed. He dropped to his knees before him and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Clark's sweat pants. 

Clark leaned his head back. He knew it was wrong, but he needed it just as badly as Trevor did. 

Trevor licked his lips. His eyes were wide and staring at Clark's erection. His hands were hot, just begging to hold the thick shaft. He put his lips on Clark's shaft outside his sweats. 

Clark moaned. Trevor's mouth was warm. His tongue wiggled against the fabric of his sweats, making his cock ache. 

Trevor tugged down on Clark's sweat pants. He had the waistband just above the base of Clark's shaft. His trimmed pubic hair showed beautifully. Trevor kissed him there and gave him a lick with the very tip of his tongue. 

Clark started to tremble. He gripped the edge of the counter tight. His balls tightened. His cock started to throb as Trevor teased him into a fit of arousal. 

Trevor pulled Clark's sweat pants down until the man's swollen cock sprang forth and pointed at his face. It was thick, and the head was swollen in a shade of purple and pink that made Trevor's  mouth water. He put his lips to it. 

Clark moaned. His eyes rolled back. His muscles started to tighten. 

Trevor felt his own manhood growing and aching inside his jeans, pressing against the fabric. He groped and stroked himself and started to whimper while he wrapped his wet lips around the head of Clark's cock. 

Yes, Clark whispered. Fuck, I want you bad.

Trevor leaned back. He took a deep breath and smiled. Nice cock, man. 

Clark looked into Trevor's eyes. Nice mouth. 

Trevor smirked. You ain't seen nothing yet. He parted his lips and slid Clark's cock into his hot, wet mouth. 

Clark shook. Fuck, he moaned. 

Trevor licked under Clark's shaft while his lips gently sucked on him. 

Damn it, Trevor. Where'd you learn that trick?

Trevor moaned and sucked him a few more moments. He pulled back, leaving a string of spit strung from his lips to Clark's cock. Do you like it? 

Fuck yes! 

Trevor smiled. Good. He wrapped his hand around Clark's shaft and stroked him gently. I've never seen a dick as beautiful as this one, Clark. 

Clark started to feel aggression surging through his veins. It went all the way to his cock and made it throb. He put his hand on Trevor's head and pulled him back to his manhood. Come on. Enough talking. 

Hell yeah! Trevor gladly took Clark's cock back into his mouth. He slobbered over it. He stroked his shaft. He moaned for the taste and smell of it, becoming drunk off it. He squeezed his own cock hard in his jeans, and he made himself whimper. 

Clark grunted and raked his fingers into the back of Trevor s pretty hair. He wanted to feel his cock at the back of Trevor's throat. He began pushing deeper into the young stud's mouth. 

Trevor opened wide and took as much of Clark as he could. The thick head of his throbbing cock poked the back of his throat. He pushed farther, letting it gag him for a few seconds. He pulled back and caught his breath, spit and drool hanging off his lips. 

Damn it, you're good! Clark groaned. 

Trevor, eyes locked on Clark's dick, and he took a deep breath. No more talking, man. He put his mouth back on Clark's cock and sucked him. He went all the way down and bobbed back. Then back down. 

Clark's fingers curled into Trevor s hair. He tossed his head back. His lower stomach began to tighten. His balls raised up into his body. 

Trevor started to taste Clark's precome. It was so good he moaned. He unzipped his jeans and freed his aching cock. As he sucked on Clark, he whimpered and stroked his own shaft until he was leaking precome into his palm. 

Trevor, I'm getting close, Clark whispered. 

Trevor whimpered. He kept sucking. He slurped and bobbed, craving Clark's come. 

Fuck, Trevor. You're gonna make me come. 

Trevor leaned back. Let me swallow it, he said out of breath. 

Are you sure? 

Trevor had a wild lusty look in his eyes. Every drop, man. He took Clark's cock back into his mouth. 

Clark started to grunt. He couldn't help but thrust into Trevor mouth. 

Trevor pulled back. Fuck yeah, man. Fuck my mouth until you come. 

How hard do you want it? 

Hard! Trevor put his mouth on Clark's cock and eagerly waited. 

Clark thrust into his mouth. He tried to be careful not to hurt Trevor. His cock ached, so ready to come. His balls and taint were swollen and tight, building to that incredible sneeze of pleasure. 

Trevor pulled back and caught his breath. Is that all you got, man? Come on! He hit Clark's leg. Fuck my mouth like you own it! 

Clark groaned. He grabbed a hold of the back of Trevor head. He leaned off the counter and began to thrust hard into his mouth. 

Trevor moaned, loving every thrust. His cock was throbbing in his hand. He dipped his other hand into his jeans and in between his legs to toy with his hot, tight ass. 

Clark grunted and thrust. He gave it to Trevor harder and faster until his balls slapped against Trevor s chin. Oh, God! 

Trevor moaned in delight. He shut his eyes. He could taste the first drops of come and he knew Clark was about to explode. 

Clark held on tight to Trevor's head. Fuck! Two more deep thrusts, then he trembled. He almost stood onto his toes as his whole body shook. His cock throbbed and released his white hot juice. 

Trevor whimpered as his mouth flooded with Clark's come. He began to swallow, loving the salty flavor. Another shot, he swallowed. Another wave, and he swallowed every bit. He could feel Clark's shaft pulse on top of his tongue. He used his tongue to gently massage Clark through his orgasm. 

Clark kept his cock in Trevor's mouth another minute. He relaxed. Out of breath, he nearly collapsed from such a powerful orgasm. 

Trevor licked every last drop off his cock. He sucked on his shaft, licked his head, and as he pulled back he gave it a final kiss. He stood up and wiped his mouth. Damn, Clark. Must have been a while since you came. 

Clark grinned, a little dizzy. Too long. I think that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten. 

Trevor smiled. He still had a string of Clark's come dangling from his lips. Thanks, man. 

Clark laughed softly. Trevor, you have a little something. He used his thumb and gently wiped off his come from Trevor's lip. 

Their eyes met while they smiled at one another. There was a spark between them, and they suddenly both felt something they weren't ready for, attraction. 

Trevor looked away. Alright, man. Thanks for the dick. He was about to tuck his cock back into his jeans. 

Clark stepped forward and put his hand on Trevor's arm. Wait. Trevor, what about you? 

Trevor shrugged. I'll just stroke off in bed. It's fine. 

But, Trevor, I don't mind blowing- 

Trevor knocked Clark's hand away and backed away from him. Let it go, man! I don't need anyone being nice to me. I got the dick I wanted. Now leave me alone. 

Stunned, Clark backed away. He tucked his cock back under his sweats. Trevor had treated it so well he was still hard. Alright. Sorry. 

They stared at one another. Trevor wanted to take back what he said, grab Clark and keep fooling around with him. But something held him back. Just leave me alone now. 

Clark watched the