Ridden By The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 4 - Ridden hard by lusty cowboys

City stud Tom Prescott has learned a lot about raw male-on-male sex from hot mountain man Clint Hardwick and his lusty friends.

Tom learns a whole new set of lessons when he plays strip poker with a gang of ultra-horny cowboys . . . and loses.

Contains explicit gay sex, including group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, anal sex, analingus, and blindfolds.

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: Mar 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463794029

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

There's nothing like waking up beside a sexy stud . . .

It was still dark when Clint Hardwick woke up. He looked out the window at the night sky. It was about two hours before dawn.

Tom Prescott was snoring softly beside Clint. His hard athletic body was an indistinct shape in the darkness.

Clint's cock hardened at the memories of the five days since Tom had gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and found his way to Clint's camp. Tom had been straight, with a girlfriend, but Clint and some of his lusty friends had taught the young man how good man-on-man sex could be.

He reached for Tom, but then pulled his hand back. Let him sleep for a while longer. They were back at Stonewall Ranch, where Clint lived with several other gay men, and it was Saturday, a good day to rest after a busy week.

Tom had been a tiger last night—sucking his cock aggressively, eating his ass, and then hammering him relentlessly. Worn out, they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Now, Clint felt gross. He decided to take a shower, then get dressed and unload the pickup. Tom would probably be awake by then.

Tom groaned and rolled onto his stomach. Clint stroked his hard cock and kneaded his balls while fantasizing about the other man's muscular buttocks . . . and the hot little hole between them.

It was either fuck Tom or get up. Clint decided he really needed that shower, after a long drive and all of yesterday's sweaty sex. And waiting would make the next time with Tom even better.

Clint sighed and pushed the covers away, then swung his feet to the floor and stood up. He shivered. The fire in the pot-bellied stove had died down to embers and it was cold in the one-room log cabin. Usually, he'd have fed it more wood before going to bed, but he'd been distracted.

He carefully tended the old iron stove, lighting tiny scraps of wood off the embers and then adding larger pieces as the flames took off. It warmed the cabin's one room quickly.

Clint went into the bathroom and closed the door. It was cold, too. The little room had an electric heater, but it wasn't turned on. He didn't bother with it. Instead, he turned the shower on.

He studied himself in the mirror while he waited for the shower to heat up. Not too bad for a guy in his late 20s—tall, slender, and rawhide tough, with weatherbeaten features, collar-length black hair, and a short black beard. And an unusually large cock, hard from thinking about Tom, sticking straight up from a forest of black pubic hair.

The bathroom steamed up quickly. The log cabin had been built in the 1920s, but the bathroom was a 1950s addition which had recently been renovated with modern plumbing. He liked that. Living in the wild was fun, but life was just plain better with flush toilets and showers.

He adjusted the water temperature and got into the shower. His dick was as hard as ever. It stayed hard as he soaped and rinsed his body. He played with it, a little, teasing himself and fantasizing about Tom's hot butt.

Clint turned the water off and got out of the shower. The windows and mirror were fogged. He opened the door to let the steam out.

The bright light from the bathroom flooded the sleeping area. Clint froze in shock, staring at the men on the bed. A slender man with short black hair was kneeling on the bed, riding a bigger man's cock.

Oh fuck! the man on the bottom groaned. I'm getting close. Clint recognized Tom's voice.

The man bouncing on Tom's rod went faster, riding him hard. Jesus! Tom muttered, thrusting his cock up into the thin man's ass.

¡Oh Dios mío! the man riding Tom's cock gasped. Come for me!

What? Tom pulled the man down to him and kissed him. Who are you?

Sancho! Clint stepped into the main room, dripping with water from the shower. What the hell are you doing with Tom?

Two

The men on the bed stared at Clint silently. Tom looked stunned. Sancho was grinning.

Clint flipped the overhead lights on, then stomped over to the bed and pulled Sancho