Stud Ranch

FOREWORD

Mel looked around the room into which he was escorted, marveling at the deep carpet, the simple masculine furniture and last but not least the long, wide bed. Williams smiled.

“Some very well known men have been on that bed with me. A very few, and only at the beginning, were like you. Most of them were ready and willing to go along with anything I did but I tell you without any kidding or false flattery, not one can hold a candle to you, even with your clothes on. Now show me the rest, handsome!” he said.

Mel smiled and again demonstrated that he was free of false modesty. He removed his coat, shirt and undershirt. Williams gasped in admiration as the broad, powerful shoulders were displayed, falling to the narrow hips, the back heavily traced with rippling muscles. Now Mel bent and removed his boots, then quickly dropped his skin tight trousers. Clad only in his tightly stretched jockey shorts he turned and smiled at his host.