Escape From The Mountain Men

A short story adapted from Mountain Men 8

Taken By Oversexed Gay Outlaws

"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 . . ."

"Later can wait." Tom pulled his finger out of Washington's ass, then lubricated his cock and pressed its head between the black stud's sculpted buttocks. "Right now . . ." He gripped Washington's hips to hold him steady and then slid his stiff rod up the bent-over man's hot tight asshole. All the way up. Damn! It felt so good. It was what he'd wanted to do this morning . . . What he'd been dreaming about all day, actually . . . The vision that had kept him humping through the forest. He held still, savoring his fellow escapee's sexy ass muscles clamping his swollen pole.

* * *

Washington's stiff cock jerked as Tom's hot rod slipped through his tight anal ring and all the way up his ass, stopping with the blond hunk's balls pressed against his buttocks. It felt so good.

A month ago, he'd been an exclusive top. Then, Donny and Caleb, those homophobic queer racists, had brutally taken his anal virginity. Tom had healed that trauma with his driving cock. Now, he couldn't get enough dick . . .

He remembered sucking Rev's cock this morning, right before Tom had sucker-punched their jailer, while he watched Tiny approach. Even soft, the big hairy man's dick was larger than any he'd imagined seeing in real life.

And it wasn't staying soft. It grew longer and thicker with each step Tiny took toward Washington.

Tom was holding still with his cock deep in Washington's ass. "Damn!" he said. "You've got a fuckin' big cock."

"Yeah," Tiny answered. "And your buddy's gonna suck it." He stopped in front of Washington. "Aren't you?" His cock was fully hard, rising from his thick black pubic thatch, with its retracted foreskin almost unnoticeable.

"Uh . . . Huh . . ." Washington wrapped both hands around Tiny's massive shaft like he was holding a baseball bat. He couldn't quite close his fingers around its girth. The big man's broad plow-shaped cock-head and the last two inches of his shaft protruded from Washington's curled fingers.

Washington stared at Tiny's giant pole. A thin line of precum was leaking from its swollen tip, running over its broad plow-shaped head, trickling down its thick shaft, and running over the big man's hairy balls.

"Go on," Tom said from behind Washington. "Suck his cock." He pulled his dick almost out of Washington's ass and then pushed it back in. "I want to see you swallow that monster." He fucked Washington slowly.

Washington's cock jerked in time with Tom's slow thrusts as he stretched his mouth over Tiny's giant pole. It was hard—no pun intended—but he managed to take the big man's broad cock-head and the first inches of his shaft into his mouth. It blocked his throat and he couldn't breathe.

Lust fought with panic and lust won. He didn't need to breathe. Not for a while, anyway. Not with this big cock completely filling his mouth, tasting of precum and raw sweaty man, while Tom's sliding pole sent waves of pleasure through his body.

He finally ran out of oxygen and pulled away. "Man!" he gasped. "You've got a great cock!" He took a few long gulps of air and dived back down on Tiny's rod, taking it deeper than before.

"Damn!" Tiny said. "You're a fuckin' good cocksucker."

"Love your cock!" Washington gasped. The tension in his balls increased as Tom fucked his ass slowly and steadily.

"That's right," Tiny growled. "Suck my cock!" He grabbed the back of Washington's head and rolled his hips, driving his monster cock deep into Washington's mouth and down his throat.

Washington held on, excited beyond belief, jacking and sucking Tiny's gigantic pole, fucking his face on the big man's driving rod. Meanwhile, Tom was pounding Washington's back door, pulling almost out and then slamming home, bouncing his balls against Washington's buttocks.

"Fuckin' A," Tiny moaned. "You're . . . I'm . . . Oh fuck—" He drove into Washington's mouth, sending a hard hot pulse of cum down Washington's throat.

Washington almost choked. He tried to pull away and got the next blast on his tongue. Behind Washington, Tom was grunting rhythmically as he rammed the horny black stud's ass, shooting another hard hot pulse of cum with each hammer blow.

Washington continued sucking and jacking Tiny, finally milking his giant throbbing cock dry. Tom was finishing up, too. He pulled his dick out of Washington's butt and stepped away.

"Wow!" Washington straightened up. His cock was still as hard as a steel rod, aching for release. "That was wild . . ." He laughed, feeling giddy. "Way better then busting—"

Tiny's big hand closed on Washington's crotch, his thumb and index finger circling the base of Washington's stiff cock and his remaining fingers gripping Washington's nuts. "You haven't come." He worked his circled thumb and index finger up and down Washington's pole. "Come for me now."

"Jesus!" Washington's cock exploded, sending long ribbons flying through the air and splashing Tiny's hairy chest and camo trousers.

"That was fun." Tiny kissed Washington, hard and open-mouthed, while continuing to hold Washington's cock and balls in his big hand. His giant pole was still just as hard as Tom's and Washington's rods. "Now, are you ready for this big cock up your ass?"

"Uh . . ." Washington was looking at Tiny's towering erection. "It's so big . . . I'm practically a virgin . . ."

"Practice makes perfect." Tiny turned Washington around, bent him over, and slipped a thick finger up his ass. Washington's butthole was still slick with lube and Tom's cum, so he took the probing digit easily.

"I'm ready now." Tom bent over, braced himself with his hands on his knees, and waved his butt seductively at Tiny.

Washington's cock jerked as Tiny fingered his asshole. "But I want . . ." Tiny began. "Hey. I don't even know your names."

"I'm Washington," Washington answered. "And he's Tom."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Washington and Tom." Tiny twisted his finger as he worked it in and out. "Right now, I sorta have my heart set on Washington's ass." He fingered Washington's butt more roughly. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yeah," Washington whispered. The thought of Tiny's immense tool invading his ass was terrifying, but he couldn't resist the hairy giant's overpowering masculinity. "Please."

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you." Tiny pulled his finger out of Washington's butt, then turned him around and kissed him with surprising tenderness. "But, you're not ready."

"Sure I am!" As scary as the idea was, Washington wanted it now!

"Well, I'm not." Tiny kissed Washington again. "There's a time and place where I'm gonna take your butt." His grin made Washington want the big man's cock even more desperately. "And this ain't the time or the place."

"Why not?" Washington demanded.

"Couple reasons," Tiny said. "First, you guys are on the run." He cast searching looks at Washington's and Tom's ill-fitting clothes. "I don't figure it's from the law, but I know you're not just taking a stroll in the woods."

Tom started to say something, but Tiny held up a hand to silence him. "That don't bother me none. Second thing. This is disputed territory. Between my group and the Nazis up north."

"You know about them?" Washington asked.

"Sorta," Tiny answered. "They hold rallies with a handful of people and run around the woods, playing army." He shook his head. "Kinda crazy, but they seem pretty harmless."

"Donny and Caleb kidnapped us," Washington said. "They were keeping us as sex slaves."

Tiny's eyes widened. "Jesus!"

"And they're smuggling weapons," Tom added. "Heavy duty ones. Like for a rebellion."

"Oh fuck." Tiny stuffed his cock and balls into his camo trousers and zipped his fly. "Those assholes are gonna end up bringing the Feds in. Messin' in all our business—"

He patted Washington's butt. "Get dressed. We've got to get out of here." When Washington didn't move quickly enough, Tiny slapped his ass. It really hurt. "I mean it. Everything in this part of the forest funnels down to this stretch along the river. If your Nazis are any kind of woodsmen, they'll be looking for you right here."