MM-112 All-Male Farm

FOREWORD

Stix Stallone, a young boy from Brooklyn New York, took to the highway, shot his thumb in the air, and that was that.

The truck stopped, and Stix was on is way—to see the world, to discover America, to suck as many dicks as he could possibly get his wide mouth around.

Hunk in the truck, Rock, was a tall man with lots of muscle meat on his bones, and a dick the size of ten wrists in width, twelve Greek columns in length.

“Yah, I’m goin’ west,” Rock told Stix, then asked the boy to join him.

On the way, the two men stopped by rivers, old diners, and other things along the highway.

On the way, Rock taught Stix a little about life:

“It’s like this, all ya gotta do is grab my dick at the root, an’ tug like the livin’ get out…” Rock told him.

After that, the three day training period over, Stix was ready for the big time. To the farm. He’d go live where Rock was living, on the farm, and try his cock holding hand on somebody else.