SS-1021 Cycle Sadist
Cycle Sadist
Stud Series
SS-1021
Jim Browne
$2.95
Cycle Sadist
Stud Series
SS-1021
Jim Browne
$2.95
FOREWORD
Sid had always wanted the big hunk of man, and now he could have him—for a price. He swallowed his bile as Mike stood in front of him, his long powerful legs spread slightly, his thumbs hooked in his thick belt.
“Well?” Mike said, his smile lop-sided and smug.
Sid shrugged his shoulders, and returned the grin. His blue eyes flashed with an evil mischief.
“Two falls out of three,” Sid said. Mike frowned.
“Hey, that isn’t what I said.”
“No,” Sid said, lunging. “That’s what I said.” He felt the impact on his left shoulder, as he hooked his arms around Mike’s lean waist. The impetus of his lunge carried Mike backward. The two of them landed heavily on the floor, and the fight was on.
Sid fell on top of Mike, felt his burgeoning hard-on, pressing against his own raging man-meat, as he struggled to get his fingers around Mike’s throat.
Mike threw his legs up in the air, and wrapped them around Sid’s waist, and then pushed him over onto his back, cuffing Sid on his jaw.
Momentarily stunned, Sid relaxed his grip, and then Mike was turning him over onto his belly, ass up, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
“Now it’s my turn,” Mike said, laughing. “I’m calling the shots. And you know what that is!”
Mike yanked Sid’s jeans down over his muscular haunches, revealing his ass. It looked as if he had lost before he had even begun.
It looked as if he were just another one of Mike’s fall guys.
Mike grunted, grasped his muscular buns, and spread them apart roughly, revealing his puckered asshole.
Sid had just one last chance to win before he was speared by Mike’s prick, and he paused, wondering if he wanted to take it. It would be chancey.
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