Reunited With The Mountain Men

By Ken James

Mountain Men 10 – The Long Hard Road Home

First-time-gay stud Tom Prescott has wandered far and faced many adventures. Now, he's found his real home in the Rugged Mountains.

His new family welcomes him into the ranks of the Mountain Men with a wildly sexual initiation in the stirring conclusion to the "Mountain Men" saga.

Contains explicit gay sex, including oral sex, anal sex, analingus, uncut cocks, and group 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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Jan 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463919125

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

Pull over. Tom Prescott grabbed Clint Hardwick's hand and put it on his crotch.

They were in Clint's pickup. It was almost midnight. Tom and Clint had been silent for the first half of the three-hour drive to Stonewall Ranch.

Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair grown shaggy over the past weeks and a short dark blond beard. He was having trouble believing his ordeal was over. He'd been kidnapped and raped by closeted queer white supremacists, but now he was free again . . . and back with Clint. It didn't seem real.

"Man! You are ready!" Clint was a few years older than Tom, tall, slender, and rawhide tough, with weatherbeaten features, collar-length black hair and a short black beard. He rubbed Tom's stiff pole through his tightly-stretched jeans.

Yeah. Tom said. Just you and me. Alone at last.

All right, Clint said. Just let me find a place. They were on a narrow two-lane road, winding through the forest. He drove for a mile before finding a place where it was safe to pull off.

Tom was on Clint as soon as they'd stopped, kissing him frantically and fumbling with his belt. God, he growled. "I need you so bad! He opened the glove compartment and took out the little plastic squeeze bottle Clint kept there, then reached for the door handle. Come on. I'm gonna fuck you."

It was freezing cold outside and the wind was blowing, but Tom and Clint ignored that. They pulled their pants down and Clint bent over with his hands braced against the driver's side door. Fuck me now. Clint waved his butt at Tom. I'm ready for you. The wind almost blew his words away.

Tom lubricated his stiff pole, pressed its head between Clint's buttocks, and drove home, taking his ass with one rough thrust.

That's right! Clint gasped. Fuck me hard. He rocked his hips, thrusting his butt back to meet Tom's driving rod.

The icy wind chilled Tom's bare legs and rolling buttocks as he fucked Clint like an animal. He was freezing his nuts off but Clint's asshole, gripping his plunging pole, was blazing hot. The tension in his tight balls built rapidly. Oh fuck! he groaned. I'm gonna come . . .

Yeah! The wind almost blew Clint's words away. Shoot it for me! He screamed as Tom pounded his ass violently, firing another hard pulse of cum with each rough thrust.

Tom finished and yanked his dick out of Clint's ass. It was like sticking his pole in ice water. It stayed rock-hard, like a frozen banana. He stuffed it back into his pants and started for the pickup.

Not so fast. Clint grabbed Tom's arm and turned him around, then pushed him to his knees. It's my turn. He gripped the back of Tom's skull and thrust his hard-on into Tom's mouth.

Tom sucked Clint's driving rod and squeezed his icy nuts while Clint fucked his face, as roughly at Tom had fucked his butt. He came after a few strokes. Tom sucked frantically, swallowing every sexy drop.

Damn, that was good. Clint pushed Tom away and pulled his pants up. But I'm freezing.

They jumped into the truck and Clint turned the heater all the way up. They held each other, shivering from the cold. The hot air blasting from the vents and their combined body heat warmed them up quickly.

That was wild. Clint reached out and turned the heat back down, then put his hand back on Tom's thigh. "I almost froze my dick off, but I've never come that hard before."

Same here. Tom felt warm and snug, cuddled up against Clint. I think it was . . . Well, everything that's happened in the past few days. And then, being alone with you.

I love you. Tom had said it spontaneously while he and Clint watched the men preparing to punish the queer Klansmen. This time he said it deliberately.

Clint didn't answer. Last time, his response had been, There's nobody like you. That hadn't exactly been a declaration of undying love, but Tom had run out on him. It'd take time to make up for that.

Clint stiffened, but then relaxed again. He kissed Tom tenderly. I like you. A lot . . . Not just the sex . . . Although that's great . . . He kissed Tom again, harder this time. But . . .

Tom's dick, upright in his jeans, stiffened instantly. He ignored it and asked, Am I going too fast? Pushing too hard?

Clint touched Tom's erection through the tightly-stretched denim. "Well, you're definitely hard. He moved his hand to Tom's face and stroked his beard. But, it's too soon to be talking about love. You don't even know me."

Well . . . Tom had to