Farewell To The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 5 - Gay Sex In The City

First-time gay stud Tom Prescott leaves hot mountain man Clint Hardwick and his lusty friends behind.

He returns to the city and dives into a wilderness of new-found gay sex where the glittering attractions of the city fight the call of the wild.

Contains explicit gay sex, including oral sex, anal sex, and analingus.

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: Apr 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463395899

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

Tom Prescott woke up with wood. That had happened a lot in the last few days. Way more than with his girlfriend in the past six months.

It was Sunday morning and the bright sunshine streaming through the one-room log cabin's window lit the bed. They'd built up the fire in the pot bellied stove last night and the room was comfortably warm.

Tom threw off the covers. He was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair and six days of beard stubble. His oversized cock, rising from a dense forest of dark blond pubic hair, was rock-hard. He lay on his back, looking up at the beamed ceiling while idly stroking his hard-on and kneading his balls.

He pulled his feet toward his body, raising his knees and lifting his butt, then reached between his legs and tickled the little spot between his balls and ass crack while he jerked his stiff cock.

Tom's world had changed so much since he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and found his way to Clint Hardwick's camp.

Even though Tom was straight, with a girlfriend back in Central City, he'd been instantly drawn to Clint. The attraction was mutual. Suddenly, Tom found himself sucking Clint's cock and then fucking his ass. Then, Clint fucked his butt. That was his first time with a man, but in the last few days, Clint and his lusty friends had taught Tom how good man-on-man sex could be.

They were in Clint's cabin at Stonewall Ranch, where Clint lived in a little colony of gay men. The party with Clint and three other men last night seemed like a dream . . . a wet dream where the other guys had turned him every which way but loose.

Tom spread his legs and braced his feet on the mattress, lifting his butt and giving him easier access to his stiff cock, tight balls, and anus. He squeezed his balls and fingered his asshole while he stroked his swollen pole, sliding his closed fist up and down his shaft and pinching his cock-head between his thumb and index finger.

As the tension built in his nuts, a stray thought drifted into his mind. Was he bisexual? He still got horny thinking about women, but he sure liked having sex with men. Especially Clint. Harry Red Horse was amazing in bed, but treated sex like a sacred ritual. With Clint, the sex was always playful, like it had been between him and Sandy, his girlfriend back in Central City, at the beginning of their relationship. And Clint was his first man. That made him special.

The group sex bothered him. Maybe it was just Catholic guilt, but multiple partners diluted the one-on-one intensity that sex should create.

What had he become? Where was he going? Did he belong here? Or back in the city? Right now, this was a big adventure, like a teenager just discovering sex. But what would this life be like when the excitement faded?

He was about to come. He released his throbbing dick and lay flat on the bed, listing to his rapid breathing and feeling his heart pounding. Why was life so fucking complicated?

Two

Tom sat up and twisted around to look at Clint. He was lying on his stomach, snoring softly. His legs were slightly spread, showing his long thick cock, half hard and pointing downward.

Tom's swollen member grew even harder as he admired Clint's muscular back, legs, and sculpted buttocks. He straddled Clint's hips and put his hands on the sleeping man's ass . . .

Clint's back stiffened. A single sharp gasp replaced his regular snoring. He stayed on alert for a few seconds and then relaxed again, spreading his legs wider and pretending to snore.

Tom knelt between Clint's open legs and held still, gazing at the hunky mountain man.

God! Clint was so fuckin' sexy. He was in his late 20s, tall, slender, and rawhide tough, with weatherbeaten features, collar-length black hair, a short black beard, and a cock just as big as Tom's. The sight of his hot male butt, muscled from outdoor activity, gave Tom a bigger boner than he'd ever gotten from looking at his girlfriend.

Tom kneaded Clint's ass cheeks, working their tight flesh like bread dough, moving down to his thighs and then coming back to his sculpted buttocks. Clint squirmed under him, still pretending to be asleep as Tom's thumbs pressed into his crack and teased his anus. His cock