MPI-109 Stallion Stud

FOREWORD

The strong odor of man sweat permeated the air. Rick could feel the musky waves assaulting his nostrils, causing him to sigh unconsciously as his cock reacted to the scent of hot male sex.

The bar was crowded tonight. Thirty or more hot studs stood at the rail of the bar, each one more than ready for some wild, man-to-man action.

Rick leaned against the far wall of the Stud Corral stroking his hardening boner. The lighting was almost non-existent in Rick’s dark corner, and he liked it that way. He knew some stud would crawl over to him soon, hungry to taste the huge meaty cock Rick was stroking.

Suddenly Rick felt a strong hand on his thigh. He turned toward the stranger who stood to his left, expecting to see him getting ready to go down on his throbbing dick. An icy chill ran through Rick’s body as the strange stud stared back into Rick’s astonished eyes. This wasn’t a cock hungry stud willing to suck off any piece of hard man meat. Here was an angry son-of- a-bitch who was going to force Rick to his knees and who wouldn’t stop until he shoved all nine inches of his cock into Rick’s asshole, whether Rick liked it or not!