Escape From The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 8 – Taken By Oversexed Gay Outlaws

First-time-gay stud Tom Prescott and sexy black prisoner Washington Jeffries escape from their queer Klansmen captors . . . Straight into another trap.

"Tiny" Bowen—moonshiner, illegal pot grower, and leader of the Copperhead Gang—rescues Tom and Washington.

Tiny is a big bear of a man who hypnotizes Tom and Washington with his sexual magnetism. He takes them back to the Copperhead Gang—Horny gay outlaws who are eager to play with their new guests.

Contains explicit gay sex, including oral sex, anal sex, analingus, BDSM, uncut cock, and three-way.

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: Jul 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005604721

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 before dawn. He lay there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling.

This all seemed unreal. Two weeks ago, he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains, found his way to Clint Hardwick's camp, and fallen into lust—and maybe love—with the sexy mountain man and his hot friends. Coming back from a trip to the city, he'd taken a wrong turn and ended up in a farmhouse basement, imprisoned by white supremacists.

Washington Jeffries snored softly beside Tom. Donny and Caleb, their captors, had kidnapped Washington a month ago, while he'd been hitchhiking. They were keeping him as a sex slave.

Tom was their new sex slave. A few hours ago, Donny and Caleb had taken him to the dungeon at the other end of the basement and raped him, livestreamed to other homophobic queer white supremacists on the dark web.

When Donny and Caleb took Tom back to the cell, he'd told Washington to fuck him, face to face in front of the cameras, showing their captors what a good fucking looked like.

Washington had pounded Tom's ass mercilessly, finally pulling out and shooting on Tom's cock and balls while Tom sprayed cum on his belly, chest and face.

They'd taken quick showers, then gone to bed and fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Tom's cock hardened as he remembered the previous night. The helplessness . . . Donny and Caleb flogging and fucking him while the racist assholes watching the livestream jerked their dicks . . . had excited him. He'd been more aroused than ever before. His cock had been so hard, begging for release . . .

. . . Which he'd gotten from Washington, pounding his ass in front of one of their cell's cameras, showing off for the queer Klan crank-yankers, making 'em fuckin' jealous . . .

Damn! His dick was so hard.

Washington moaned softly and rolled onto his side, facing away from Tom, presenting his sculpted buttocks . . .

Tom moved under the covers to spoon Washington, plastering his body against the young black man's muscular frame and nestling his stiff cock in Washington's crack.

Oh, Washington whispered. "Somebody woke up with wood." He rolled his hips slowly, shifting the big log pressed between his butt cheeks.

Yeah. Last night . . . Tom slid a hand over Washington's hip and down to his crotch. Never got off like that before . . . He closed his fingers around Washington's stiff pole. You're packin' some wood there yourself, Buddy.

I'm dreaming there's a big white stud pushing his dick up my butt. Washington squirmed, pressing Tom's cock-head into his puckered hole. But, it's not a dream. He pushed back, taking Tom's tip through his tight anal ring, but then gasped and froze. You're real. That'd give anyone wood . . .

Washington rolled into Tom's arms and kissed him passionately. Damn, you were hot last night, he growled.

You too. Tom slipped a hand between their bodies and gripped Washington's boner. And you're just as hot this morning. He pushed the covers away. Can the camera see us?

Sure, Washington answered. It's low-light. He rolled over onto his stomach. Come on. Let's show the Klan a big white cock fucking a tight black ass.

Oh yeah. Tom straddled Washington's hips and rubbed his stiff dick up and down the black man's butt crack. Man, your ass feels good . . .

Fuck me, Washington whispered. Right now. He lifted his buttocks, offering Tom his asshole.

Okay . . . Tom was reaching for the lube when the cell's overhead lights came on and the outer door's deadbolt snapped open.

Let's pick this up later, Washington said. Rev's usually calm in the morning and I like to keep it that way.

All right. Tom got to his feet. He was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair. He looked down at his rigid pole. "What about this?"

Don't worry. Washington was a slim black college freshman with untidy hair and an unkempt beard. His cock was just as hard as Tom's. Rev's seen stiff dicks before.

The outside door opened before Tom could answer. Here's your breakfast. The man on the other side of the bars was in his 60s, balding and pudgy, with a round face, glasses with heavy black frames, and a neatly-trimmed beard, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks.

Morning, Rev. Washington's hard-on had gone down, but his cock was still long and thick as he walked unselfconsciously up to the bars and took a tray from the other man. How are you doing?

Well . . . Rev kept glancing at Tom's and Washington's dicks and then jerking his gaze back to Washington's face. I am well. Praying for a world of sinners. He took a last look at Washington's dick and then turned away. I'll be back for the dishes.