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Escape From The Mountain Men
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"So we're lost?" Washington asked. He and Tom were standing on the bank of an overflowing creek, listening to the angry growl of the turbulent water.
"Not exactly," Tom answered. "Just a little bewildered."
"How's that different from being lost?"
Tom shrugged. "I don't know where we are, but I know how to find our way back to civilization."
"Good!" Washington had grown up in Central City. He wasn't used to mountains and forests. So far, he didn't like them. "I'm ready for some civilization."
After overpowering Rev, their jailer, and locking him in the basement cell, Washington and Tom had gone through the house. They'd found boots, clothes, outdoor gear, and two packs filled with survival gear and rations. Also an ancient Cold Woodsman .22 semiautomatic pistol. It wouldn't be much good against Caleb's assault rifle, but it was better than nothing.
Tom's Jeep was in the barn, locked behind heavy steel doors, so they'd taken off across country, trying to parallel the rough gravel road from the farm back to the highway.
The rugged terrain didn't cooperate. It rose and fell, twisting and turning in ways shaped by gravity and flowing water, not human needs. And the endless pine trees obscured their vision and obstructed every step forward.
They'd been pushed further and further south of the road and finally stopped by this creek. At least, Washington thought it was south. He wasn't good at determining his position from the sun, even when it wasn't hidden by the ever-present trees.
Washington studied the rushing creek. "We're not gonna try crossing THAT, are we?"
"Nope," Tom answered. "That's too dangerous." He looked up and down the bank, then pointed in the direction Washington thought was north. "I think that'll take us back to the road between the highway and the farm. I remember crossing a creek like that."
"Sounds like a plan," Washington said. He pulled on the backpack's straps to ease the pain in his shoulders. "Ready to go?"
"Let's take a break." Tom took his backpack off and sat on a big flat rock. "No use wearing ourselves out." He rummaged through the backpack and took two protein bars out. He handed one to Washington and unwrapped the other.
"Yeah." Washington dropped his own backpack and sank to the ground beside it. He took a swig of water from his canteen, then unwrapped the protein bar and took a bite. It wasn't too bad. "We've been hiking for hours."
"We needed to get as far away from the farm as possible," Tom said. "You kept up all right."
"Well, I stay in shape." It was mid-afternoon. They'd traveled fast and far in the six hours since their escape. Tom had set a brutal pace. Washington had spent most of that time staring at Tom's butt in his too-small stolen jeans.
"Very good shape." Tom smiled at Washington and opened his legs, showing off the big bulge in his crotch.
For the past hours, Washington had been putting all his energy and attention into walking across the rugged terrain without falling down. Now, he was painfully aware of his rapidly-swelling cock. "Is it weird to be super horny?"
"When we're in danger?" Tom stood up and approached Washington. "I think it's a normal survival reaction." He opened his fly and took his cock and balls out. "I hope so." His rod hardened rapidly. "Because I'm just as horny as you are."
Washington rose to his knees, grabbed Tom's stiff cock, and took it deep in his throat, bobbing up and down frantically while squeezing the other man's balls.
"Oh yeah!" Tom ran his fingers through Washington's wild curly hair and rolled his hips, fucking the sexy black man's face. "That's right!"
Washington pulled away when he sensed Tom was getting close. "You got any lube?"
"Yeah. It's in my backpack." Tom laughed. "It's part of Donny's and Caleb's 'survival equipment.'"
"Huh." Washington opened his pants, freeing his hard cock. "You think they do each other?"
Tom shook his head. "They're too repressed for that." He frowned. "The way they acted during that webcast . . . Just touching me, never each other . . ." He shook his head. "They're such fuckin' queers . . ."
"Fucking dangerous queers." Washington rose to his feet, then took his boots and jeans off. He faced Tom, stroking his long stiff dark chocolate dick. "I want you to pound my ass." He grinned. "Pick up where we left off this morning."
Tom took a tube of lubricant out of the backpack. "Okay. Bend over."
"Come on." Washington turned away from Tom and bent over, showing the big blond man his puckered hole. "I'm ready."
Tom fell to his knees and kissed Washington's asshole, lapping it until it was slick with saliva and then teasing it open with the tip of his tongue. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"Oh yeah!" Washington moaned. "Please!" His stiff cock jerked when Tom slipped a lubricated finger up his ass and worked it in and out. "That's right. Now, give me your cock."
Washington had a sudden thought as Tom pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock-head. "We need a third man." He laughed. "So I can suck his dick while you fuck my butt."
"Well, I'm a man." The voice came from the trees behind them. "Maybe I can help."
Tom and Washington sprang apart and turned toward the trees. The Colt Woodsman was lying beside Tom's backpack. It was six feet away, an impossibly long distance.
"Don't worry." A bear of a man came out of the forest. He was 6' 6" of muscle, with long thick shoulder-length black hair and a thick black beard flowing down his chest. "I'm harmless."
He didn't look harmless, dressed in combat boots, camo trousers and a half-unbuttoned camo shirt displaying his hairy chest, carrying a rifle on a sling and an oversized semiautomatic pistol on his hip. He looked wild, dangerous . . . and sexy as hell.
"Who are you?" Tom was startled and scared by the stranger's appearance, but his cock was still rock hard.
The man laughed. It was a deep bass rumble. "The lord of the forest." He shrugged and smiled. "This little part of it, anyway."
"So, Tom Bombadil?" Tom asked.
"Close enough." The man laughed again. "But, they call me 'Tiny.'" He smiled as he looked from Tom to Washington and back, taking in their muscular bodies and big hard cocks. "Not much happens round these parts that escapes me." He unzipped his camo trousers and took his cock out. It was the biggest Tom had ever seen, uncut and already leaking precum from its tip.
The man pointed at Washington. "You wanted a cock to suck?"
"Uh . . ." Washington's cock was just as hard as Tom's. "Yeah."
Tiny looked straight at Washington. "You want MY cock." It wasn't a question. "In your mouth . . . and up your ass."
"Uh . . ." Washington was staring at Tiny's massive pole with an expression of fear mixed with lust. "Yeah."
Tiny turned to Tom. "And you, too."
"Oh hell, yeah!" Tom said. For a guy who'd been straight a few weeks ago, he'd taken a lot of cocks, including some really big ones. "I want your big hard cock. In my mouth and up my ass."
"But for now . . ." He stepped behind Washington and bent him over. "You may be the lord of the forest, but I'M gonna fuck his ass." He picked up the tube of lubricant, coated his finger, and slipped it up Washington's butthole.
"Sure." Tiny was grinning. "Fuck him while he sucks my cock." His grin grew wider. "But later . . ."
