Hot Young Meat
Hot Young Meat
Male Color Illustrated
Charles Channing
$3.25
FOREWORD
The gas station attendant was astonished. He couldn’t stop staring at Jon’s meat, growing larger and harder in front of his eyes. Jon just stood there. Then Jon said, “I sure wish you’d give me a hand.” A remarkable thing happened. The attendant felt himself begin to stiffen as he stared at the young city slicker. There was something about the way the slicker was standing there that was getting to the boy. The boy looked at a grease soaked rag and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it. He wanted to ram it right up Jon’s bottom.
The president of Winboro Cigarettes wanted to find a rugged, all-American looking hunk of man to represent his company in its advertising campaign. He would be designated the “Winboro Man” and his face would be splashed across billboards all over the United States.
There was only one problem—
Winboro Cigarettes wanted a model who didn’t look like a model. They wanted a red-blooded, butch male, with a capital “M” as in meat, member, and muscle.
And in New York City, men like that seemed to be on the endangered species list.
So the company sent a photographer and two writers clear across the continent to capture a wild, untouched hunk of ballsy butchness. And what better place to go hunting than in the Wild West?
And that was where they found him—
Lonny Fargo.
Six feet and nine inches tall.
Six feet up—nine inches across.
Lonny was working at a place called the Raunch Ranch. It was a tourist dude ranch, and it was ranchier than some of the flaming fleshpots of New York Island. The Raunch Ranch was a place where leather was the rule.
Not the exception!
It was also a place where every room had a peekhole—and every peekhole had a reason. It was a place where a man could enjoy sex with strange, obscene-looking machines called “Dildomatics”—raunchy vending machines that vended something no other machine ever kept in storage.
The men used guns at the Raunch Ranch. But no one ever got hurt.
Because these guns didn’t fire bullets. Although, what they did fire was just as hot and just as smoky—
The three New Yorkers brought Lonny Fargo back to Manhattan with them. He became an instant success—the face that launched a million cigarettes. He was hailed as the sex symbol of the seventies—the man with the mysterious appeal—
But what exactly was that mystery?
Only Lonny Fargo knew it—the secret behind the handsome, smiling face—
The secret behind the Winboro Man!
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