Erotic Short Stories, Volume 1 (MM)

The Lynn Hagen Collection 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 24,827
27 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Contemporary, M/M, HEA] 

NO RESISTANCE: Cameron has been in love with his straight best friend since forever, and when Delano calls to tell him he's coming to town for a visit, Cameron is thrilled, but panicked. Delano doesn’t know that Cameron is into men, and it'll take a whole crew of movers to pack the gayness out of his apartment.

IN THE HOT SEAT: Never, ever trust a man with pretty eyes. Sam made that mistake when he borrowed money from a loan shark. But he's saved by the most unexpected person, and now Sam is on the run with nowhere to hide and a gorgeous hunk at his side. 

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: Pedro has lusted after Roland for five years, but Roland has always looked at him as Cage's kid brother. But Cage is having a dinner party, and Roland will be there. Can Pedro make Roland see him for the man he's become or will the hot detective turn him down once again?

NAUGHTY INTENTIONS: Older men are David's kink and he's hot for his brother's boss. But Lieutenant Spears's constant hesitation and avoidance has David second guessing himself. Until an office visit has Darren taking control and David being punished in the most pleasurable way for his brattiness.

PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK: Reggie is at his wits end when he's pulled over by a cop. His license is expired, his insurance has lapsed, and the cop just won't cut him a break.  But things become interesting when they arrive at Reggie's apartment and Officer Cummings invites himself inside and decides to sensually pat Reggie down.


Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.

Erotic Short Stories, Volume 1 (MM)
27 Ratings (4.7)

Erotic Short Stories, Volume 1 (MM)

The Lynn Hagen Collection 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 24,827
27 Ratings (4.7)
In Bookshelf
In Cart
In Wish List
Available formats
Cover Art by Emma Nicole





My gaze shot to the goon who had tricked me into coming here. Cage stood by the wall, his arms crossed in front of him, staring at Mr. Fancy with something close to hatred in his eyes. But when Mr. Fancy looked his way, Cage quickly glanced at the floor.

If he hated Mr. Fancy so much, why was he working for such a prick? Why did I care? Why was I even thinking about that right now?

My heart sped faster when Mr. Fancy grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to stare into those beady, soulless eyes. “I’m gonna let Cage teach you a lesson, Samuel. When he’s done with you, I’ll let one of my other men have a turn.”

My breathing became raspy as I squeezed my eyes shut, my heartbeat thrashing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I shot a look at Cage, whose eyes had gone wide as he stared from me to Mr. Fancy. But he quickly schooled his features, once again wearing that inscrutable expression.

I knew exactly how Cage would teach me a lesson. Mr. Fancy’s eyes were filled with glee. I wanted to spit in his face and race from the room, but his office was on the third floor and I’d have to get through too many henchmen to escape.

I was doomed.

“I expect a thorough punishment. Brutal,” Mr. Fancy said to Cage. “I’ll send the next man in here in about half an hour.”

I gripped the arms of the chair as Mr. Fancy strolled from the room, and jerked when he slammed the door closed. The room was deathly quiet. My breath froze in my lungs as I waited for Cage to attack me.

When he didn’t move, I chanced a glance his way. Cage’s posture was relaxed as he stared at the closed door.

“I-If you’re gonna do it, get it over with.” I couldn’t believe I’d been brave enough to utter those words, but there was no way out for me, and I wanted to get my punishment over with.

Cage finally stepped away from the wall. He moved around my chair, making me jump as he perched his butt on the edge of Mr. Fancy’s desk. “Why’d you borrow the money?”

His question threw me. “Why do you care?”

His pretty blue-gray eyes narrowed. “Just answer the question, Sammy.”

Only my mother had called me Sammy. Everyone else called me Sam or Samuel. Cage calling me that made this feel too intimate, as if he knew me on a more personal level.

“I’m in my last semester at school. I work two jobs, but”—I shook my head, tears gathering in my eyes—“I couldn’t make enough to cover costs.”

“So you went to a loan shark?” Cage sounded surprised and disgusted. “You couldn’t find another way to pay for your last semester?”

“I exhausted every avenue.” I had. I’d thought of asking my parents, but they didn’t have five grand lying around. The bank wouldn’t give me the money, and those legal loan places laughed me out their doors. “Trust me. I didn’t want to do it, but I’d worked too hard to drop out now.”

Why did Cage even care? He worked for a disreputable scumbag. Shouldn’t he be a piece of shit, too? But those blue-gray eyes were filled with compassion and concern. He looked like he really cared about why I’d borrowed the money.






I groaned when I saw the flashing lights behind me. I’d been so busy talking on the phone with my best friend that I hadn’t noticed I’d been speeding.

Not another ticket. I can’t afford another one. Not when I worked at a low-paying job. The killer thing was, the owner was my fucking uncle. That just went to show that family would fuck you over in a heartbeat. But jobs were scarce in Summerville, and until I found something better, I’d deal with it.

When I still saw flashing lights in my rearview, I briefly considered trying to outrun the cop car but dismissed the thought. That was about the dumbest idea I’d ever had, and Lord knew I’d had plenty of dumb ideas. Reluctantly I pulled to the curb and turned my music off.

“I gotta go,” I said to David. “We’ll have to talk about your hot sex life with your elderly boyfriend later.”

My best friend was dating a guy old enough to be his father. I loved teasing him about it. Then again, if he was gonna have daddy issues, at least his boyfriend was a police lieutenant. I had to give him props for that. And, although I would never admit this out loud, Darren was hot as fuck for his age.

“What’s wrong?” David asked.

“Some cop wants to give me a love letter.” I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the cop car pulling in behind me, its headlights nearly blinding me. Maybe I could say that my speedometer was broken and he’d let me off with a warning. But I was never that lucky. One cop I’d tried flirting with had threatened to toss me under the jail. One had actually pulled me from my car and bent me over the hood like he would cuff me because I’d been too busy on Snapchat to pay attention to the road.

“Another ticket?” David squeaked. “Don’t get mouthy with this one, Reggie.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” I argued as I quickly snapped my seatbelt in place. I didn’t need a ticket for not wearing it. “That cop was a real prick. Just because I was checking my emails while driving didn’t give him the right to read me the riot act.”

“You’re hopeless,” David groaned. “Let me know if you need me to bail you out.”

I tossed my phone aside and checked myself out in the mirror. God, I looked awful and probably smelled like greasy food. I’d just worked ten hours at the restaurant and was hurrying home so I could throw myself on the couch and enjoy the rest of my night. What was left of it since I had to be up at the crack of dawn.

When the cop approached my window, I rolled it down, giving him my best flirtatious smile. My jaw dropped when I looked up at him. Good Lord, he was hot as fuck. Dirty-blond hair, pretty hazel eyes, and a body to die for. He should’ve been a stripper instead of law enforcement. 

“What did I do wrong?” I played coy, batting my eyelashes. I had nothing to lose by flirting, unless he was straight, then I was in trouble. Most straight men got their panties twisted when a guy came on to them. When women flirted with me, I just thought it was cute. Guys this big and beefy wanted to knock someone’s head off.

He rested his arm on the top of my car and leaned down to look at me. I read his nametag. Was his name really Cummings? I laughed, then slapped a hand over my mouth as all sorts of dirty thoughts raced through my mind.

“Are you really going to ask me that?”

“Okay, I’ll rephrase the question,” I said, feeling bratty. “Which offense did you pull me over for?” I wasn’t admitting to shit.





“I’m not gonna lie.” His lips skimmed over my neck. “The thought of fucking you against this door is turning me on.”

It was turning me on, too. “But you handed me over to Mr. Fancy,” I reminded him.

“A mistake I regret.” Cage nipped my earlobe. “But I thought you were another piece of scum.”

“And now?” I swallowed roughly, pressing my ass harder into his groin, loving how good it felt.

“Now I know you were just a misguided boy who wanted to do something worthy with that money.” Cage pressed forward, his hard dick grinding into my backside, making me pant for what he had trapped in his jeans. “I couldn’t let him punish you for that.”

Instead, Cage was punishing me with his teasing. I was getting worked up, and if Cage pulled away, I probably would scream in frustration. Whereas Mr. Fancy was an ugly mutt, Cage was so damn good-looking that my teeth ached to take a bite of him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sammy.” Cage released one of my wrists to squeeze my ass. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about borrowing the money or wantonly throwing myself at him. At the moment, I didn’t care.

I gasped and moaned as Cage’s hand glided over my ass. “You’re the one who has me pressed against the door.”

“That’s because you tried to take off.” Cage slid his hands down the back of my pants, and his finger teased my crack. I jutted my ass, silently begging for his finger to slip inside my aching hole.

“You want to get fucked, don’t you, Sammy?” His finger pressed against my hole but didn’t breach it. “You want to feel my hard dick pounding inside of you, don’t you?”

I gasped at the image. It was too naughty for words. “Yessss,” I hissed.

“You’re going to be my fucking undoing,” Cage growled. He unfastened my pants and let them drop to my ankles. “Don’t you dare move, Sammy. If you run, you won’t like the results.”

With my dick hanging free, I had no plans on going anywhere. I was so horny, so needy that I was ready to jack off to relieve the pressure.

Cage walked away. I stood there with my hands braced against the door, panting heavily. Moments later he returned. I looked over my shoulder and my jaw dropped.

He was completely naked, his thick cock hard as fuck. In one hand he held a small bottle of lube and a condom. My gaze swung the length of his leanly muscled body and I started to drool.

Cage spun me around and slid his hand over my chest, tweaking one of my nipples. “First, I want you to suck my dick, Sammy.”

“And then?” My voice was a little too enthusiastic.

He smirked, and unlike Mr. Fancy’s smirk, Cage’s was downright sexy. “Then I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you crazy.”

That wicked promise had me pulling my shirt off. I bunched it under my knees for a cushion when I lowered myself. Cage palmed his dick as I licked my lips and moved closer. “That’s it, Sammy. Suck me good.”

I parted my lips and teased the crown, lashing my tongue at the slit that was leaking a good amount of pre-cum. The salty flavor made me moan as I licked down his length.

“Goddamn it, Sammy. Don’t you dare tease me.” He gripped my hair, forcing me to stay still as he fed me his cock. I rested my hands against his corded thighs, greedily taking him to the root.







I could tell this was a game by the spark of lust in his pretty hazel eyes. I forced myself not to grin like an idiot, scowling instead. “You’ll have to make me.”

The spark grew. I’d said the right thing. He stuffed the cuffs back into their holster, then grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. “I see we’re gonna have to do this the hard way.”

“Hard” was an understatement. My cock throbbed so heavily that it was almost painful. I helped a little by kicking my shoes off. He spun me again and yanked my pants down to my knees. I wiggled, pretending to resist. He smacked my ass and it stung.

I had no idea what he intended to do, so I waited with bated breath, my fingers curling into the wood of the door. My eyes went wide when he spread my ass cheeks and swiped his tongue over my hole.

Fuck me. That felt fantastic! I’d never had anyone do that before, and found that I loved it!

His tongue probed at my hole, then he sucked and licked until I was ready to pass out. He ate me like a pro, inserting what felt like his thumb judging by the wide stretch.

I thrust back on his finger, desperately needing more. The head of my dick grazed the door as the sensations rioted through me. I wanted to forgo the game and kick my jeans the rest of the way off before bending over and offering myself.

But Cummings was into this, and I had a feeling that if I didn’t go along with his game, he’d stop.

“Concealing any contraband?” he asked as his fingers stretched me even farther. I hissed, gulped, moaned, and whimpered.

“Y-you’ll have to find out for yourself.” If playing along got a hard dick in my ass, I was all for it. “I ain’t telling you shit, cop.”

His deep chuckle was sinfully sexy. “All you perps are the same.”

My heart thrashed even harder when he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me, and the metal of the cuffs clasped my wrists. He lifted my feet one at a time and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off.

Cummings peeled me away from the door and tossed me onto the couch. I stared up at him wide-eyed, then lowered my gaze and noticed the thick outline of his dick in his uniform pants. There was a wet spot, too.

My cock leaked pre-cum when he unbuckled his utility belt and set it on my coffee table. Next, he unfastened his pants and palmed his thick, long dick, stroking the hardened flesh a few times. “Time to take a breathalyzer test.”

I pushed to a sitting position, greedy to have his dick in my mouth. Cummings shook his head. “On your knees, perp.”

He took a step back, giving me room to struggle off the couch. Getting up with my hands cuffed behind me wasn’t easy. Lowering myself wasn’t as graceful as I’d like, either.

My knees hit the floor and I winced, but pushed the slight pain away. “Aren’t you gonna make me walk a straight line or touch my nose?”

“Nuh-uh. This is more accurate.” He held the base of his cock with one hand, using the other to grip my hair. My body pulsed with pleasure at the tight hold. “Now open up and be very thorough, perp. Fail the test and you’ll have to start all over again.”

He had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. If he wanted me to suck him off for the rest of the night, it wouldn’t be a hardship.

Parting my lips, I leaned forward and took the spongy head into my mouth, licking at the clear liquid beaded at the slit, greedy to taste his cum. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a vacuum as I traced my tongue along the heavy vein that ran under his cock.

Read more