FIN-118 Black Stud’s Plaything

FOREWORD

Dick was big, black, tough, and well-built.

He had the kind of cock that all types of guys could get into.

It was thick and hard, and black but not dark. He was a good example of chocolate candy. But he was no pansy.

He worked on the Brooklyn docks, and he knew how to handle himself. He was quite well known among the other guys, and very well liked. He was the kind of guy you wanted on your side if there was ever any kind of trouble, or by your side if your were in bed and had had a couple of drinks and were looking to get into a little bit of no-good.

He was a hard worker, and a hard player, and he liked that kind of life.

So when he and Billy decided to get it on, they never dreamed where it would lead.

Surely they had nothing else on their minds when they unzipped each other, and got their Johnson’s out, and began to touch and lick and suck…

It was the kind of sex Dick liked. Wide-open and rarin’ to go.

Which is why, as he spread Billy’s asscheeks, he had nothing but a big smile on his face… and an enormous hard-on in his fist…