The Mountain Hunter and the Three Boys

Torin had been coming down from the mountains after a whole winter up there, with the mules loaded with furs and a handful of metals that would be worth their weight in silver. It had been a long, lonely season, like every one he had spent living that way for more than fifteen years.

He was a rough man, with hair down to his shoulders and a full, unkempt beard. His skin was weathered by the sun and by the cold that had seeped into his bones, long, strong bones. He was almost two meters tall. A specimen of a man no one dared look at twice.

As always, he would go down to the village, leave the load at the general store, where the furs were weighed and the objects appraised before being turned into money. Once that was done, he would go to the Red Falcon inn. There they would treat him like a king, and they were sure to have some boy he’d like.

Maybe Lior is still here.

He thought of that blond man with a narrow waist and an insolent mouth who had served him better than anyone the year before. Just remembering him made something tighten between his legs.

When he walked into the inn, the owner raised one of his huge hands to greet him. Garrik was medium height, with a reddish beard and arms broad as tree trunks.

—Mountain man, you’re back. How was it up there? —he asked.

—Good, friend, all good. And how’s things here? —Torin replied, letting himself fall against the bar—. But first things first, pour me a drink.

—Right away.

Garrik took a bottle and poured him a dark, aged whisky, knowing it was the one he liked. Torin drank it down in one swallow and banged the glass against the wood, asking for another. While he finished the second, he thought he heard giggles and conspiratorial whispers behind the red curtain that separated the hall from the rooms.

—Garrik, do you have anything for me tonight? —he asked with a half smile.

—Always, friend. Lior is here, and he knows you’re waiting for him. Besides, a new boy arrived recently, dark-haired, very pretty... and a redhead you’re going to want to meet —said the innkeeper, winking at him.

—Send them upstairs. But give me a bit; I want to get in the tub first.

—I’ll have it prepared. Don’t worry.

***

The room was large and comfortable, with a big bed that would be needed tonight. The tub was steaming, clean. Torin threw his clothes into a corner and sank into the hot water with a groan of pleasure. He took a sponge and scrubbed his massive body, the grime of the road coming loose in dark streaks.

The soap clouded his eyes for a moment. When he finally opened them, three young men were watching him in silence from the center of the room. Naked, all three of them.

Lior, with that unmistakable blond mane, the narrow back and the perky ass he remembered so well. Beside him, a dark-skinned boy with short hair and full lips, already hard, looking at him without shame. And a third, a redhead, with not a single hair on his body except for the freckles speckling his shoulders, blue eyes and a smile that promised things. All three well into their twenties, all three at his disposal.

—Lior, how are you? —Torin asked without moving from the water.

—Good, mountain man. Waiting for this moment with you —murmured the blond, circling the tub to massage his broad, weathered shoulders. Soon his fingers slid down to the nipples, and Torin let out his breath slowly, relaxing his neck.

—And these two? Who are they?

—He’s Dario —said Lior, pointing to the dark-haired one—, and the freckled one is Roan.

The two boys came closer, one on each side, and began rubbing his thick arms, brushing his nipples whenever they could. They knew what they were doing; he noticed that right away, and it was exactly what he asked Garrik for every time he came down. Lior kissed his neck and ears, dragging his tongue over the weathered skin.

Dario plunged his hand into the water until he found Torin’s cock, already hard and rising above the surface. He wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking it slowly, measuring its size with a look of astonishment. The mountain man took him by the nape and pulled him to his mouth. The kiss was long, deep, the dark-haired boy’s tongue sliding all the way between his lips.

Roan, meanwhile, was licking his chest and nibbling his nipples, his own small, hard cock bouncing against the edge of the tub. Lior stayed behind, covering his neck with kisses.

Torin ran his wet hands over the asses of the two boys at his sides. He was as strong as a bear, and lifted them without effort to feel them out. He found them soft, open, ready. Someone had prepared them well. The boys moaned when the mountain man’s fingers began to explore them.

***

When Torin asked, he stood up. The two who didn’t know him stared openmouthed. They had never seen a man like that: so tall, so broad, with such a huge cock dangling between muscular legs. At first he scared them a little, but they looked at him with a mixture of respect and desire.

Towels appeared and the three of them set about drying him. They went over him from head to toe, over and over, as if they were polishing a statue. He was imposing. The long hair and beard gave him a wild air that really didn’t do him justice: beneath all that façade was a man who had gone to school when he was young, could read and write, and had been born into a wealthy family. One day he had given all that up to live free in the mountains, and little by little he had drifted away from people, coming down only now and then to sate the hunger the winter left in his body.

Dario was rubbing his muscle-marked ass, working the towel between his cheeks. Torin opened himself shamelessly to that caress. He liked giving as much as receiving, and tonight he intended to do both.

Lior knelt slowly, kissing his chest and belly until he reached the cock, which was already rising with no chance of being stopped. Torin buried his fingers in the blond mane while the boy ran his tongue over its whole length, from base to tip. Then he focused on the head, shining and wet, and took it into his mouth, savoring it, swallowing it down his throat as far as he could. Lior knew how to suck cock like nobody else; he had learned over the years.

—That’s it, Lior... you didn’t lose the magic in that mouth —Torin growled, stroking his hair—. Your tongue tastes delicious.

Roan had slipped behind the mountain man and was licking his ass and slit with an urgency that made the giant tremble. Torin spread his legs and leaned a little forward, offering himself. The redhead’s tongue found his opening and began to work it, and the man let out a hoarse moan that filled the room.

***

Lior got on all fours on the edge of the bed. Torin crouched behind him, spread his cheeks and buried his tongue in his hole, opening the folds slowly. The blond moaned and pushed his hips back, asking for more. Meanwhile, Dario had lain down on his back on the floor, under the mountain man, and was swallowing his cock; and Roan kept behind, licking the giant’s hole without rest.

—And what are you waiting for to put it in me? —Lior panted—. You have no idea how badly I want it inside. Your tongue is delicious, but I want more.

Torin straightened and slid his cock along the blond’s slit, and the boy whimpered from sheer need. He rubbed at the entrance, which opened wider and wider. He set the head in place and pushed once, gently; then again. Dario appeared with a bottle of oil and poured it over the mountain man’s cock and over his companion’s hole. Torin pushed again, and this time the head went in.

Lior let out a choked cry. He felt himself split in two, but the mountain man, despite his size, was patient: he waited for the boy’s body to get used to it before going on. Little by little he worked it all the way in, until his hips slammed against the blond’s ass.

—Ahhh, yes... fuck me —Lior moaned—. You’re tearing me apart, but don’t stop. I’d forgotten how good you are.

As he thrust into the blond, Torin noticed Dario dousing his ass with oil. The dark-haired boy positioned himself behind him and, carefully, slid his cock in. The mountain man growled louder than he had when entering Lior, and kept moving, giving and taking at the same time, trapped between the two bodies.

Roan, who had run out of space, knelt behind Dario and licked his ass, urging him to thrust harder. The room filled with gasps, flesh slapping against flesh, the bed creaking.

***

Insatiable as he was, Torin wanted to switch. He made Lior give up his place and put Dario on all fours. The dark-haired boy felt the thick cock force its way in and let out a whimper, but he didn’t take long to push back, asking for more. He had grown up among well-endowed men and knew how to take it, even if it had been a while since he’d had one like that.

The mountain man went in and out of Dario, who writhed with pleasure. Then he turned him face up, threw his legs over his shoulders and fucked him to the hilt. Lior was sucking on the dark-haired boy’s nipples, and Roan was playing with the giant’s balls, who held himself back from finishing, with a control that left the three of them astonished.

—You’ve got a great ass, boy —Torin panted—. You’re a worthy brother to Lior.

***

Roan’s turn came. Lior and Dario prepared him with oil and their fingers, slipping one in after another until the redhead was moaning, open and eager. His moans set the mountain man on fire, and he sat on the edge of the bed and told him to climb on.

With his back to him, slowly, Roan went lowering himself onto the cock waiting for him. It was the first time he had taken something that size. Halfway down he felt himself being split in two and let out a cry; he leaned on his two companions, who held him while he went down centimeter by centimeter.

—Ahhh, giant, you’re killing me... but I don’t want to stop —the redhead babbled.

The boy’s body yielded little by little, molding itself to the sword filling him. After long minutes he began moving on his own, more and more comfortable, hotter. Dario knelt and swallowed Roan’s cock; Lior kissed him on the mouth while Torin pinched his nipples. The redhead rose and fell, burying his cock to the hilt, until he came in Dario’s mouth with a long cry.

Torin felt he could not take any more. He pulled his cock out of Roan’s hole and stood up. The three boys knelt before him, mouths open, tongues out, waiting. The mountain man stroked his cock a few times and, with a roar that seemed to come from the very depths of his chest, came in streams over the three faces and lips. They were smiling, happy, receiving the spill as a reward.

When the last stream stopped, they took turns licking his cock clean, not leaving a single drop, covering it in kisses until it shone.

***

The four of them fell onto the bed, the boys surrounding the giant. But Torin was not one to give up easily. Shortly afterward his cock was hard again under the mouths of the three, and they started all over. That night they barely slept; they enjoyed each other again and again, tireless, until the gray light of dawn crept through the window.

The next day, the mountain man had to leave again. As every year, he spoke with Lior before departing, and this time also with Dario. He offered them the usual: to leave the inn and go up into the mountains with him. And, as every year, none of them dared say yes.

When the sun finished rising, Torin loaded the mules and took the road back to the mountains. He didn’t look back. Winter always returns, he thought. And with it, the Red Falcon would return too.