Cross Country Chapter 2: Live Free By Evan Andrews ©2024
This is a fan fiction—of sorts.
"Cross Country" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series, a direct sequel to Three Wolf Brothers. This is not your typical werewolf story any more than Hunters and Hunted is your typical Dracula story.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Chris is based on Chris Hemsworth, and Canvas is based on actor Greg Cipes from Anger Management. Gabe is Gabriel from the `reality' show Live Free or Die. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Having left monkey civilization behind them (as much as anyone could), the travelling Brothers, Chris and Canvas, made for the wilderness. It calmed them both, and the pair came close to their innermost natures.
"Look!" said Canvas a day or two later. "There, coming through the bush. A monkey, hunting."
Chris looked in the direction Canvas was pointing, and sure enough there he saw the hunter. A lanky man, the monkey wore only a sleeveless leather vest and a pair of handmade leather shorts (and probably sandals, but Chris couldn't see those). Creeping through the bush, the man had a short bow and was clearly stalking something. Quietly, the Brothers moved so they were downwind so as not to spook the hunter's prey. For a monkey, the man knew his craft. Moving slowly, he got into position and finally made his kill. A rabbit. A rather fat one at that.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Canvas said as he rubbed his crotch.
"It HAS been a while since San Francisco," Chris said. He and Canvas had cruised the City and fucked an assortment of monkey ass, straight and gay, and Chris' cock was ready for another round of hot monkey fucking.
"So what's the plan, boss?" Canvas said.
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The pair, moving quickly as Brothers could, got ahead of the monkey, and arranged to "accidentally meet" him on the way back to his shelter.
"Hail the mighty hunter," Chris called.
The man turned to face them and smiled.
"Hi ho!" he called back. "What brings you two way out here?"
The hunter lived as much of his life off the grid as he could, relying on the land to supply him with his needs. Most of his friends thought him odd, and the few who got where he was coming from (including his girlfriend) still left him alone during his "wild time".
The three came together and shook hands in the monkey way.
"Oh," Chris said, "We're on walkabout."
"Across the country," Canvas amended, "From LA to New York."
"Well, better you than me. I'm Gabe, by the way."
"Chris," the Aussie said.
"Canvas."
"Interesting name. I think I'd like to meet your parents."
"That'd be hard. They're..." and Canvas let the sentence hang.
"Oh, sorry," Gabe said. "I'm always putting my foot in it. It comes from being alone so much."
Then the monkey's face lit up.
"Hey, why don't you come back to the Den with me? We can roast up Thumper here, and you can spend the night."
The Brothers smiled when Gabe referred to his Den, since he was clearly 100% monkey.
"Chris?" Canvas deferred to the older Brother.
"Sounds like a plan," Chris said. "It's not like we're on a timetable or anything."
Laughing, the three wild men crossed the brushy valley to where Gabe had built his shelter.
"I call it living off the grid," Gabe said as he let them look inside. "Most people don't get it."
"Tell us about it," Chris said, laying down the first level of seduction.
It turned out that was the right thing to say, and soon, as Gabe skinned and cleaned the rabbit, he was telling them about the beauties of natural living.
"Like our ancestors used to," the monkey said.
"Probably not my ancestors," Chris said. "My father and his father and his father before that were living with the land down under since the early 1800s."
No mention of mothers, of course.
"My brothers and I used to head out into the Bush whenever any one of us couldn't stand the city anymore," Chris added.
Gabe nodded. Moving to the hearth, he brought the banked fire back to life.
"I shouldn't have let it like this, but I figured that it wouldn't take long to find dinner," Gabe apologized.
The sectioned rabbit went into a pot with water, salt, herbs, and a collection of wild veg Gabe had collected. The Brothers dug into their own stores and added to the stew. While the concoction bubbled away, the three told stories about their time in the wild. Some of the tales, Canvas (the least experienced of them) figured had to be made up. After all, monkeys didn't do things like that anymore.
At last, Thumper was ready to fulfill his purpose. And the three hunkered down around the hearth, using knives and spoons of Gabe's manufacture, to eat from the common pot.
After the meal, while they sat back and relished their full stomachs, Gabe pulled out a handmade flute and gave them music until the sun had set entirely and the stars had come out.
"What do you do out here—all alone?" Canvas asked.
"Well, usually at this time of day I crawl into the sweat lodge and detox the old corpus."
"Mind if we join you?" Chris said, turning the animal magnetism up another notch.
"Not at all. The lodge's big enough for three—at last if you don't mind being friendly."
"I think we can handle it," Chris said.
They stripped down: Gabe to a loincloth and the brothers to white briefs (Chris' designer, Canvas' off the shelf). Gabe stoked up the lodge's fire and brought a pail of water and stems from some local shrubs. Once the lodge was ready, the three wild men crawled inside and hunkered down.
Heat and steam and smoke filled the little hut, and Chris watched closely as he tooled up their host's lust. Canvas caught on, and after that they double-teamed the monkey's senses. The pouch of Gabe's loincloth filled up, and hard Brother dick strained at the cotton knit of the white briefs.
Eventually they left the lodge to sit by the fire and just bask in their mellow. Gabe, subconsciously slipping in sub space, rubbed himself. His hard cock found its way out of his loincloth and was now whispering suggestions to his guests. The Brothers' cocks had similar ideas, except as dominant partners.
Chris rubbed at the obvious bulge made by his fat Aussie cock, and Canvas surreptitiously worked his crank out of the leg of his own briefs.
Smiling, Gabe pointed and said, "You boys seem to have the same idea I do."
That said the monkey brazenly took his dick in hand and began to stroke himself.
"Fuck!" Gabe sighed. "I'm so horny tonight."
Canvas followed Gabe's lead, but Chris stood up and slid his last garment down his thighs to stand beautifully naked and enticingly erect in the firelight. It was a textbook seduction.
"Whoa," Gabe said, and that sight of naked hard raw Brother flesh made his cock leak.
"Sorry," Gabe said when he realized he was drooling from the big mouth and the little one.
"No apologies needed," Chris said as he squatted down alongside the monkey.
"Good food, a fine night, and a hot man—who wouldn't get moved by all that.
Gabe reached out and, gingerly looking to Chris for the least sign of `Don't go there', took hold of the Brother's cock.
"Wow," Gabe said. "I never..."
"You'd never know," Chris said.
Gabe stroked the Aussie's erection while Canvas came in from his other side. Beginning with kissing and nibbling the monkey's ear and then throat, the American Brother soon had his own hand full of eager dick.
Gabe gave a little whimper when Canvas thumbed precum across his frenulum. Chris went to his knees, and soon all three were kissing and groping each other. That was fine, but soon Gabe "took charge" and leaned down to take Chris' dick into his virgin mouth.
"You sure you never...?" Chris smiled.
Gabe returned the smile, as well as he could with big dick in his mouth, and then traded over to work on Canvas' piece. The American Bother was not familiar with the etiquette (or truth be told the sensation) of getting a blow job, but he caught on quickly and learned to enjoy this form of monkey body worship. The moon came up, and still Gabe went from one cock to the other, lavishing each with attention as if he couldn't decide which was tastier.
"Canvas," Chris said, "You have oil?"
"Do I have oil?" Canvas snorted. "Do monkeys shit in the forest?"
The lubricant produced, Chris and Canvas turned all their attention to taking Gabe further than he'd ever imagined. Taking turns lubing up the monkey's fuckhole, Chris made the fateful move and went for the man's prostate.
"Oh, sweet baby Jesus!" Gabe yipped. "I never.. never.."
"No, and you never imagined this either."
Chris pulled the hunter on top of him, kissing him while spreading the muscular ass cheeks.
"Canvas..." Chris said, and the younger Brother hunkered down and brought his cockhead to the monkey tight opening. With a thrust, he was in, and the valley rang with the sounds of a virgin losing his cherry.
"Fuck!" Gabe cried. "So big. Hard. Hurt..."
"Relax, buddy," Chris said, and he ramped his magnetism up another level.
Gabe relaxed, and soon he was trusting back to meet the shaft filling his body.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
When Chris decided the monkey had fallen in with their plans, he crawled out and offered his wang to the hunter. Freezing only for a second, Gabe soon had Chris' meat filling his mouth, and occasionally trying the defenses of his throat. Soon, he and Canvas were really spit roasting Gabe's sexy body, plugging ass and mouth of the now lust-crazed monkey.
"Wanna try some of this hot ass?" Canvas said, and he and Chris changed places (and orifices). The two Brothers filled their host's hungry holes for hours, until they fed him their cum—which only reinforced the state their animal magnetism had lured him into. Then they fell asleep in each other's arms.
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The Brothers stayed with Gabe for several sex-filled days. Since the magnetism had him wrapped up, Gabe never questioned why he was always the bottom in their couplings. He simply was, and he enjoyed it.
Beyond proving themselves to be considerate lovers, the Brothers also joined Gabe on his hunts and left him well provisioned with smoked meat, and well fed on their sperm. When they left at last, the Brothers lulled Gabe into an afternoon slumber. Releasing him from their influence, they blurred his memories. Gabe could now go back to his girl with no qualms.
Canvas, of course, snorted.
"What's funny?" Chris asked.
"Gabe. No matter what Jedi mind fuck you used on him, his body won't forget that he enjoyed a week of heavy man-sex. Even when he gets back to what's her name, good money says he'll go out looking for more hot cock—just with monkeys this time.
"Or," Chris said, "With the lingering scent of our seed on him, he might just find another Brother to satisfy him."
The Brothers exchanged knowing smiles and tromped their way out of the valley.