Teamed By The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 3 - Animal lust in the wilderness

City stud Tom Prescott and sexy mountain man Clint Hardwick are getting down in the woods when hot Forest Rangers Harris and Dudley interrupt them.

The Rangers give Tom and Clint a choice. Get busted or submit to the forest cops' animal lusts.

Contains explicit gay sex, including exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex, and anal sex.

Each book in the Mountain Men series is stand-alone. The series has an evolving storyline, but the books can be enjoyed in any order.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Feb 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463748879

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

Book preview

One

A bright fall day in the mountains really makes a man horny . . .

And Tom Prescott was horny as hell, even after having his ass pounded last night and earlier this morning.

Actually, he'd had a hard-on for most of the last four days, ever since he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and hooked up with Clint Hardwick. He hadn't been into men, until he'd met Clint and his friend Harry Red Horse. Those two had taught him how good man-on-man sex could be. Now, he wasn't sure if he could go back to his dead-end job in the city, or to his girlfriend, who'd lost interest in sex, at least with him.

Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair and five days of dark beard stubble. He was sitting in the passenger seat of Clint's pickup as they rattled along a forest road that was little more than two deep ruts winding through the trees. It was mid-morning and the temperature was unseasonably warm. They had the windows down, letting the pine scented breeze into the cab. They were going to pick up Tom's Jeep and then go to Stonewall Ranch, where Clint lived with several other men.

How was Harry? Clint asked. He was a few years older than Tom, tall, slender, and rawhide tough, with weatherbeaten features, collar-length black hair and a short black beard. Did he give you enough of a workout?

Oh yeah. Tom wondered if he was blushing. He's a real stud. He thought about the way that sounded. Uh . . . Not that you're not . . .

Clint laughed and squeezed Tom's thigh. Don't worry. You won't hurt my feelings. Harry's kind of overpowering.

Well . . . Tom put his hand on Clint's thigh and slid it up to the bulge in his jeans. When he fucks you . . .

"You know you've been fucked. Clint drove with one hand while fondling Tom's basket with the other. He really knows how to use that giant cock of his."

Yeah, but it's not just size, Tom said. Or skill. He reached between Clint's legs and ran his fingers over his crotch bulge.

No, Clint answered. It's way more than that. Spiritual. He hit the brakes and turned onto a wider, more traveled, set of ruts. Here's the road to your Jeep.

You really know the territory, Tom said. I was so lost—

It's easy to get lost around here, Clint said. There are a lot of abandoned logging roads. He slowed down and put the pickup into four-wheel drive to go over a particularly rough patch. I had to radio the Forest Service to find out where your Jeep was. He made another turn, onto a wide gravel road.

Hey, Tom said. This looks familiar. They went around a bend and Tom saw his Jeep, parked beside the road. Well, good. We found it. Now, he recognized the location. It would be easy to find his way back to town. Back to the life he was no longer sure he wanted to lead.

Yep. We're here. Clint parked behind the Jeep and unfastened his seat belt. He slid to the middle of the bench seat and reached for Tom's belt. "And I'm fuckin' horny. I didn't get laid last night."

Clint unfastened Tom's belt buckle and then opened his fly. And that shower with you and Harry this morning didn't help. They'd played around with each other's cocks and asses, but hadn't gotten down to real sex.

Harry and I were kinda fucked out, Tom said.

I heard you going at it. Clint reached into Tom's jeans and pulled his cock out. Like Clint and Harry, Tom had stopped wearing underwear. His stiff dick snapped up instantly. Last night and this morning. That really made me horny. He wrapped his fingers around Tom's swollen pole and ran them up and down its long shaft.

I'm sorry listening to us made you so horny. Tom rolled his hips while Clint stroked his hard rod. But I'm glad you left Harry and me alone.

Lots of times, three is a crowd, Clint said. Especially when it's a first time.

I'll make it up to you. Tom kissed Clint, then pulled away and got out of the