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Reunited With The Mountain Men
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When Tom woke up, he was alone in bed. The sun was shining brightly through the heavy curtains and a cheerful fire was burning in the pot-bellied stove. He got up and stumbled naked to the window. Outside, sunlight gleamed on freshly fallen snow.
He heard a soft rushing sound. It sounded like the wind, but it was coming from the closed bathroom door. His cock hardened as he crossed the age-polished hardwood floor and put his hand on the knob.
A cloud of steam escaped when he opened the door. The log cabin had been built in the 1920s, but the bathroom was a 1950s addition which had recently been renovated with modern plumbing.
Clint was in the shower, facing away from the door. He turned around and grinned at Tom's massive erection. "Come on in," he said. "Water's good and hot." His cock was hardening rapidly under Tom's gaze. "Just like you."
"You're just as hot." Tom opened the sliding glass shower door and stepped into the tub. He hardly had time to close the door again before Clint was on him, pulling their bodies together and kissing him passionately, open-mouthed with dueling tongues while rubbing crotches and kneading each other's muscular buttocks.
"Damn, this is sexy!" Clint growled. "You're such a stud."
"You're all right, too." Tom had never been so horny. Maybe he and Clint weren't in love, but there was no denying the blazing attraction they shared. He wanted the hot mountain man's big rod up his ass. Right now! Instead, he turned away from Clint and waved his ass seductively. "Wash my back."
"Sure that's what you want?" Clint asked teasingly. He picked up the soap and lathered Tom's shoulders and back, then moved down to his buttocks, kneading their firm flesh and running slick fingers along his crack, and finally proceeding to his legs.
"Turn around." Clint kissed Tom briefly, then soaped his arms, chest, and thighs, skipping over his crotch.
"You missed something," Tom said.
"Did I?" Clint asked innocently. "I guess so." He stroked Tom's rigid pole and kneaded his tight balls with soap-slick hands. "Is that better?"
"Oh yeah." Tom was close to coming when Clint released his throbbing pole and turned him around to face the shower. The hot water beat against his stiff cock while Clint humped his crack. "That feels so good."
"Feels good to me, too." Clint reached around Tom's body and gripped his stiff pole. "I could come like this."
"No." Tom pushed Clint's hand away from his throbbing dick. "I want you to come in my ass."
Clint pressed his cock-head into Tom's asshole. "You want it like this?"
Tom moaned as the mountain stud's broad plow-head stretched his anus. "Yeah, but—" He gasped in pain.
Clint pulled his hard-on away from Tom's butt and kissed the back of his neck. "It's okay." He turned the water off, led Tom out of the shower, and bent him over the counter, then took a plastic squeeze bottle out of the cabinet over the toilet. "I'm gonna fuck the hell outta your sexy ass."
"Yeah," Tom said. "Give it to me now." His rigid pole jerked as Clint's lubricated finger pressed into his asshole, stretching it open. He took it easily, relaxing his anal muscles and letting it slide smoothly up his ass.
Tom watched Clint in the mirror over the sink while the dark-haired man fingered his butthole roughly, twisting his wrist to distribute the lube evenly. "Come on. I'm ready for your big fat cock."
"All right." Clint lubricated his stiff cock and stepped behind Tom.
Tom moaned and stroked his stiff rod as Clint's broad cock-head stretched his asshole. He held his anal muscles tight, making the other man work for it. Clint pushed in until Tom gasped and tensed up, then drew back slightly. "Fuck!" Tom pushed his butt back to meet Clint's slowly advancing cock. "That's so good."
"Glad you like it." Clint pressed in deeper. "Your asshole is so hot and tight."
Tom screamed when Clint's big knob slipped through his anal ring. "Oh yeah!" he gasped. "That's right."
