Straight Men Seduced 12: Good Country Boy Gone Bad - A Gay MM Erotic Romance Book

By Lucas Loveless

I was just Casey the city boy, the guy that never really belonged in this small country town. Years after I graduated high school, I was back in town to see my grandfather on his birthday, and I was beyond shocked to find out my grandfather had hired a new farmhand - the sexiest guy from high school, Randy freaking Spears.
Randy was still hot as ever. He was muscular, strong, and masculine. He had a cocky attitude and a way of teasing me that tore me between wanting to slap him or make out with him. He was a southern, country boy, through and through, but this country boy had a dirty secret. Randy had deep longing he had always wanted to explore, yearnings to be with another man. And not just any man - he wanted to be with me.
Out there on the farm, the tension between us was hot, and the lust between us was scorching. Once we started to give into one another, this country boy and city boy would never be the same.

This is a gay mm erotic romance book. It contains material that is meant only for MATURE READERS! All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Jun 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215171844

Book preview

Straight Men Seduced Series:

Sauna Studs

The Rubdown

Locker-room Secrets

Banging My Boss

My Hung Roommate

Straight Roommate Goes Gay!

Forbidden - My Best Friend’s Father

Seducing My Brother’s Best Friend

The Professor and His Bad Boy Student

The Coach and His College Bad Boys

The Delivery Man

Good Country Boy Gone Bad

Straight Men Seduced 12

Good Country Boy Gone Bad

A Gay MM Erotic Romance Book

Written by Lucas Loveless

Author’s note: all characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting adults to the actions you read.

Part One

The Storm

Hate to admit it, even though I'm not proud. I drove back to my grandpas farm a little drunk from the country bar on the edge of town. The Sleeping Dog they call it, a little dive bar where older cowboys and cowgirls go. I could still taste whiskey and smell the smoke in my curly locks of brown hair when I pulled my Mustang to a stop at the end of the dirt drive just before my grandfather’s house. The night was bright with shining white stars and a full moon above. I held my hand out the window, feeling the warm spring air. And then I saw him, standing on the edge of the front porch like some sort of bouncer.

Randy. Randy fucking Spears.

He was a Goliath of a man. Under the yellow glow of the porch light, it's easy to see how his shoulders threaten to burst through the seams of his plaid, button-up shirt. He smoked a cigarette, and the smoke lingered around him in a cloud, and even though I couldn't quite see them, I could feel his hazel eyes on me. It sent a shiver through me, but Randy always had that power about him. Even back in high school, his gaze could crawl into me and linger there, driving me insane.

Randy was a year older than me. Back in high school, we never said a single word to each other. How could I? Randy was the handsome cowboy all the girls in this little country town wanted and all the other cowboys wanted to be. I was the misfit, scrawny little theater nerd whose style consisted of mostly black sweaters and black skinny jeans. Randy was charming, a real southern gentleman, even when he was 18. I was a quiet little wallflower, moody and alone. Randy was everything I hated, but yet, he was everything I secretly wanted.

So, it rocked my world when I came home this spring from the city to visit my grandfather for his birthday. It rocked my world because Randy was living here, working on my grandpa’s farm to help him get ready to sell it. I never thought, ten years ago in high school, that I would be sleeping under the same roof as the country boy who teased my secret fantasies all through high school.

I sighed as I got out of my Mustang and slammed the door. I felt a strong, colder breeze in the air and a little rain on my face. There was a storm gathering above, heavy and gray clouds quickly rolling through the night’s sky to block out the stars. I pulled on my mesh, see-thru shirt and then adjusted my crotch in my tight jeans. Yeah, I was a real city boy strutting through his country town with name-brand club clothes and boots that had never touched dirt before this trip.

My cowboy boots clomped on the dirt while I strutted up to the front porch and finally broke the silence between me and this man in the shadows, the country boy who's been in my life since high school. What the hell are you doing out here, Randy?

He leaned against the beam on the corner of the porch. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, and his right hand hung near his crotch.

God, he had still had the same look about him that he did back in high school. He didn’t have to say a single word and he could charm a girl’s clothes off. He was that damn handsome.

I’m too drunk, I thought in that moment my gaze dropped in between his legs. Don't look at it. Don't look at the way he fills out the crotch of those cowboy jeans. Don't even think about his dick!

You said you’d be home for dinner, Casey, Randy said. His voice was deeper than mine. He always spoke slow and calm, like a steady, heavy country rain.

"Yeah, well I decided to stay longer at