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Teamed By The Mountain Men
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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, who'd 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.
"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 I'm fuckin' horny."
"I'll help you with that." Tom kissed Clint and then got out of the pickup. "Come on. I want to suck your cock."
"Oh yeah." Clint followed him out.
"This is more like it." Tom pulled Clint's jeans down. Like Tom, he'd gone commando and his hard dick sprang up as soon as he'd freed it from its restraints. "I love your big sexy cock."
The men kissed, hard and open mouthed with dueling tongues stroking, thrusting, and parrying while they rubbed hard cocks and kneaded each other's muscular buttocks.
Tom sank to his knees and gripped Clint's rigid pole. "I love your cock." He kissed its tip, then clamped his lips around its deep corona and swirled his tongue over its swollen crown.
Clint moaned softly and ran his fingers through Tom's buzz cut. "Damn, you're a good cocksucker."
Tom ran his fingertips over Clint's cock-head, smearing the precum leaking from its slit. "I'm just getting started." He swallowed Clint's big pole, fighting his gag reflex and taking the whole thing, finally stopping with his lips clamped around the base of Clint's long thick rod.
He kneaded Clint's balls while holding the other man's mammoth pole deep in his throat. He couldn't believe he'd taken the whole thing. No woman, even the good cocksuckers, had ever been able to do that with him. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing. If he touched it, he'd probably shoot.
"Oh man!" Clint said. "That's so good."
Tom had run out of air. He held on until he was feeling lightheaded and then reluctantly pulled away. He looked up at Clint with a big grin on his face while he took long deep breaths. "Good for me, too. I've never—"
"It WAS a good show," a deep voice said. "Now, you're under arrest."
Tom sprang to his feet and spun around. Two men in U.S. Forest service uniforms were standing on the road with their hands near their heavy gun belts, scowling at him and Clint.
The Rangers were both tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. They were dressed in heavy boots, khaki trousers and shirts, traditional high crowned ranger hats, and dark green outdoor vests. The name tags on their vests read "Franklin" and "Dudley."
Franklin was black, with a shaved head and a neat mustache. Dudley was white and clean shaven, with short brown hair.
Tom felt self-conscious, standing there with his jeans around his ankles and his jutting cock and dangling balls exposed.
It didn't seem to bother Clint. "Under arrest?" he asked. "For fooling around in the woods?"
"Public sex on Federal land is a crime," Franklin said.
"This isn't public." Clint's cock was still rock-hard, gleaming with precum and spit. "We're in the middle of nowhere."
"WE'RE here." Franklin jerked his thumb, pointing down the gravel road. "Someone else could come along and see you. Maybe even a family with kids . . ."
"You're just jealous," Clint said. "Here all by yourselves. Nobody to fuck . . . except each other."
Franklin and Dudley looked at Clint and Tom with stony expressions.
Tom had lost his erection. He started to pull his pants up. "Don't move," Dudley snapped.
Clint wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and gripped his balls with his remaining fingers. He pointed his hard-on at Franklin and Dudley and said, "Admit it. You're horny as fuck." The Rangers didn't answer. "We can help you with that."
Franklin exchanged a look with Dudley. "Well, maybe we can work something out." Franklin unzipped his uniform trousers and took his cock out. Even soft, it was the longest and thickest cock Tom had ever seen. And it wasn't staying soft.
Tom's cock swelled as he watched Franklin's mahogany pole grow to full hardness. "What do you want?"
"Don't be coy." Franklin put his big hands on Tom's shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "You know what to do."
Tom stared at Franklin's giant pole. A thin line of precum was leaking from its swollen tip, running over its broad plow-shaped head, and trickling down its thick shaft.
"Oh man!" Tom gripped Franklin's oversized black rod with both hands. Its head and the last inch of its shaft stuck out past his fists and his thumbs and index fingers wouldn't quite close around it. "Your cock is so fuckin' big."
Tom licked up the big bubble of precum at Franklin's tip, then clamped his lips around the big black man's corona and swirled his tongue over his swollen cock-head.
"Damn, you're good," Franklin growled as Tom probed the Ranger's cum-slit with the tip of his tongue.
Tom's world narrowed to the big log in his hands and mouth. Franklin's long thick shaft filled his closed fingers like a baseball bat and the big black man's swollen knob stretched his mouth wide open. He'd never expected to see a cock this big . . . or to want it so badly.
He kissed and licked Franklin's cock head, then pressed his closed lips over the Ranger's big crown and slid them down his oversized shaft. He went as far as he could. It wasn't like deep-throating Clint, but it was just as sexy. Once again, he couldn't breathe, but he didn't care.
When he finally ran out of oxygen, Tom reluctantly pulled back and took a few long gulps of air.
"Man!" Franklin gasped. "You're one hell of a cocksucker." He grabbed the back of Tom's head and rolled his hips, driving his monster cock deep into Tom's mouth and down his throat. Tom held on, excited beyond belief, taking Franklin's driving rod while stroking its shaft and squeezing the big Ranger's bulging balls.
Tom could tell that Franklin was getting close. He jerked the big man's stiff cock harder and tightened his lips around his plunging pole, eager for a flood of hot cum blasting into his mouth.
"My turn." Rough hands gripped Tom's shoulders and pulled him away from Franklin. It was Dudley, smiling sweetly at Franklin. "Partner." Like Franklin, he was still fully dressed, in uniform, hat, and gun belt, but with his cock and balls hanging out.
"Fucker!" Franklin stood still, holding his throbbing rod and taking deep breaths. "You'll pay for this."
"What you gonna do?" Dudley pushed his dick into Tom's mouth. "Bend me over and fuck my ass?"
"Maybe I won't do it," Franklin said. "Next time you want my big black cock."
