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Schooled By The Mountain Men
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It's hard to work when you're horny . . .
And Tom Prescott was super horny. He'd had a hard-on since he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and hooked up with Clint Hardwick. He wasn't into men . . . At least, he hadn't been until last night, when he'd sucked Clint's cock and then fucked his ass. That was the first time he'd had sex with a man.
Tangled in each others' arms after they'd come, with Tom's softening dick still buried in Clint's ass, Clint had kissed Tom passionately and then said, "I'm going to put MY hot dog in YOUR buns."
They'd gone to sleep and hadn't talked about it today. Now, it was late afternoon. Tom was helping Clint collect biological samples for the EPA. He couldn't stop thinking about last night—the excitement of sucking Clint's big hard cock and making him come, then fucking his asshole, which was way hotter and tighter than his girlfriend's pussy.
The thought of taking Clint's big hard cock up his virgin ass really scary. But, he also had this monster hard-on. It was the biggest boner he'd had since his first time—with his high school girlfriend in the back seat of his 1992 Ford Explorer.
Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair and three days of dark beard stubble. He was bent over, taking a soil sample, when hot hands cupped his buttocks. His stiff rod grew even harder, threatening to tear through his boxers and jeans.
"You're taking a chance." Clint ground his crotch bulge into Tom's crack. "Waving your ass at me like that."
"I'm not scared." Tom pushed his butt back against Clint's hard-on. Actually, he was terrified. His asshole was so tight that Clint's big hard cock would hurt . . . a lot. But, he was ready for Clint to pull his pants down and take him then and there.
"Sure you are." Clint reached around and rubbed Tom's stiff dick through his stretched jeans. "That's normal."
"You gonna do it now?" Tom's heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe.
"Is this how you want it?" Clint unfastened Tom's jeans and opened his fly, then reached into his boxers and gripped his hard cock. "For me to pull your pants down, bend you over, and stick my dick up your butt?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Clint stroked Tom's rigid pole and humped his ass crack through their jeans. Then, he pulled away and slapped Tom's butt, hard enough to sting. "Don't tease the animals."
Tom was relieved but also disappointed. "I wasn't teasing."
"I know." Clint patted Tom's butt affectionately and then bent forward to kiss the back of his neck. "But, I'm not ready." He turned Tom around and kissed him on the mouth, tenderly but then aggressively.
"Fuck," Tom moaned, rubbing his hard-on against the big bulge in Clint's jeans.
Clint was in his late 20s, tall, slender, and rawhide tough, with weatherbeaten features, collar-length black hair and a short black beard. He laughed and pushed Tom away. "Oh, you're gonna get fucked all right." He looked to the west, where the sinking sun had almost reached the tree line. "But, we've got a job to finish." It would be dark in another 45 minutes. "So, pull your pants up and let's get going."
They went back to work, collecting the last samples and putting the equipment away, finishing just before dark. Then, they built a fire and cooked supper.
After cleaning up, they sat in front of the fire, passing Clint's bottle of Jack Daniels and talking about the research project. Clint said, "I've got a proposition—"
"I've already said 'yes.'" Tom took the bottle from Clint and took a long drink.
Clint laughed. "Not THAT proposition." He reclaimed the Jack Daniels. "You're a good research assistant. Way better than the last couple, even though they had degrees. I can get you a job, if you want it."
