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I guess you could call me the "black sheep" of the Reed family. I've done some pretty outrageous things during my life, some pretty big scams. If it makes an easy buck I'll do it though. The state thinks I run a horse-rental operation from my "office" but a second phone line that comes in gets more business. I was on that line with some woman who'd mistakenly gotten the number when this business executive type guy came into the shop. "No ma'am" I said over the phone "we don't have seven of our best animals available for your daughter's tenth birthday party next Saturday. No, I'm sorry, we're already booked". I was still grinning as I thought what her reaction would be if she knew what the real business here was, and what a hit my "animals" would make at her daughter's party. "Hi there" the man said, speaking with a slow Texas-type drawl. He was a big man, stood well over 6 foot and looked like a football player. He carried a briefcase which he set up on the counter where I sat. "Can I help you?" I asked, and he said that he was interested in booking some of my "special service". "You want a horse to ride?" I asked, and he shook his head. "No, I'm looking for....stud service. My brother-in-law was here a couple of weeks ago and said I should look you up". "And who might your brother-in-law be?" I asked, careful not too get caught in a police stin again. "Bubba Jakes" he answered, and I figured he was safe but had to be certain. "You married to Bubba's sister Mae?" I asked, and he replied that he didn't know Bubba had a sister named Mae. "No, Bubba's married to my sister Louise" the guy said, and I knew it was okay. Bubba Jakes didn't have any sisters, but his wife was indeed named Louise. "What exactly were you interested in Mr... uh..." I began, and he said I should call him Steve, Steve Smith. "Okay Mr....Smith. What's your type?" "What do you have?" he asked, and I told him I could show him the sample book if he was interested. "Why don't you take off your coat and tie and I'll go get the photo album from the back" I told him. I came back a few moments later and saw that Mr. Smith had taken my suggestion. His suit coat lay across the counter with his tie resting on it. The top couple of buttons of his white oxford-cloth shirt were open and he'd rolled the sleeves up to reveal thick tufts of blond/brown hair on his chest and his heavy forearms. From the looks of him I might decide to steer him away from one of the studs in my stable and take him on myself. If you've not yet figured out the nature of my "stable" services I'll come right out and tell you that I run a all-male prostitute business from my office, with eleven of the hottest, horniest and hunkiest of young stallions you'll ever meet. A few of our "clients" are bored housewives who are looking for some weekday afternoon sex, but the majority of our business comes from men who want to obtain sexual gratification with one of my boys. More often than not, they're men like Bubba Jakes or his brother-in-law Steve who are from out of town and figure they'll never get caught. "Get ready Mr. Smith, you're about to see a catalog that beats the ones from Sears and J.C. Penney all to hell". I set it down on the counter and he began thumbing through the pages of glossy photos that looked like they'd come directly from a gay porno magazine (one of the better ones if I may say so myself!) "You take these photos?" he asked, and I beamed with pride as I said I did indeed, adding that I had a great time doing them. "How'd you do it? I mean didn't you get distracted?" he wondered aloud and I told him that each of the photo sessions took quite a while and always had ....interruptions... during the shoot. "Are you telling me you can vouch for the skills and abilities of each of your young men?" he asked me and I assured him that I'd "interviewed" every one of my stallions personally to make sure they were capable of providing all the services that any customer may require. "I give them periodic 'refresher courses' as well, and I test them often to maintain their abilities". "It's arranged alphabetically" I said, explaining how Adam appears first in the book. There's no text in the sample book, only pictures so I had to give him a little background. "Adam's twenty one, and as you can see he's hung like a fucking horse. He loves to suck cock and swallows cum like a god-damned vacuum. He's not very smart but he loves having his big balls tied up with a shoe lace while he fucks the shit out of you. He's convinced that it keeps him from coming too soon and there must be something to it because I've watched him go at it for over two hours without losing a hard-on and blowing his load. He's well worth his $75 price tag" I insisted. "Then there's Derek" I said as Steve Smith turned the page. He's 23 and is into body-building, but I didn't need to tell that to Steve. "I told him a few years back that I could get him some steroids if he wanted to be really buff-looking, but he said he'd prefer doing it the legitimate way. Back when he started turning tricks for me he had a nice coating of dark hair on his chest and legs and a lot on his butt, but now he shaves almost weekly to insure that his body is smooth and sleek. It's not my personal preference, but plenty of guys dig the muscle-bound smooth-skinned look". "Derek goes for $65, but if you want me to take pictures of you with him it'll cost extra" I said as Steve turned the page again. "Grant's my youngest" I told him. "Look at him, he could pass for thirteen or fourteen at the most, but he's really eighteen, honest he is!" Steve gave me a dubious look and I said I had a copy of Grant's birth certificate in the safe. I wasn't about to admit just how long before he was legal that he was turning tricks, but Smith didn't need to know that. "You sure he's eighteen?" he asked, and I made a joke of it. "Jesus man, you sound like a cop. You're not a cop are you?" I asked, almost as an afterthought and he assured me that if he were one it wouldn't matter if Grant were eighteen or twenty- one or nine. I relaxed a little as he asked me a few more questions about exactly what Grant would do for him. "Ooh let me tell you, he has the tightest little ass-hole you could ever imagine. Every time he gets fucked he's able to convince you that it's the first time. I mean it Steve, he's one hot piece of boy cunt! He goes for $85 and he's worth every penny, especially if you catch him on a day when he's willing to act like he's still in junior high school. if you go for young ass that is!" "Whoa!" he said as he turned the next page. "Yeah, that's Jonah. He's one of my favorites!" I said. "Look at those muscles, look at that mean look on his face and all that hair on his chest and belly". It was true. I honestly had a soft spot (well, more like a "hard-spot") for this 26 year old. The photos I had of him were taken on his motorcycle during a weekend trip we spent up at the lake. We spent a hell of a lot of the time fucking our brains out and only a little while taking those pictures. "Jonah's got 10 inches of hard cock that he loves to pound into guys like you, but he loves to take it up the ass also. He's really into leather and whips and chains and likes to be tied up and pissed on. He's well worth the $90 I charge for a night with him". Nineteen year old Kurt was on the next three pages of the album and Steve Smith seemed quite interested in him. "Oh, I gotta' tell you, you're exactly the type that Kurt loves to service.....well, I mean as far as I can tell. You see, Kurt goes absolutely ape-shit for really hairy guys, and from the looks of your furry arms and all that stuff poking out your shirt collar you look like a real bear to me." "Yeah, you're right man" he said, yanking the rest of his shirt buttons open to reveal a front about as hairy as I'd ever seen. If I were honest I'd admit to him that I was as turned on by hairy men as Kurt was. No shit, guys like him put me right over the edge. "Kurt loves to have his ass-hole eaten by guys with a couple of days growth of beard before he takes their cock up his horny butt. I'd charge you $60 for him, but he'd probably give back his 25% commission just because you're so fuckin' hairy!" "Got any black guys?" Smith asked, and I chuckled. "What's the matter, you a racist?" he challenged me, and I insisted that was not the case. I was half-tempted to tell him about the time shortly less than a year earlier when I got busted by a local cop and spent the night in jail. I pretended to resist the four big bucks who shared my cell for the night, but the truth was that it was one of the best nights of my life being gang raped repeatedly by those big horse-hung niggers. "Look at this one" I said, pointing to the photos of Mike. He is absolutely one of the most handsome specimens I've ever seen. Age 24, he's got jet-black hair and a lean swimmer-type body. There's a thick line of hair that extends from between his well-defined pectorals down to his navel, before exploding into a thick pubic bush just above the waist band of his slacks. Mike isn't so hairy as Jonah but he's almost too good looking for his own good". He loves being fucked by four or five guys in a row. Somehow though, I had a feeling that this big stud named Smith might be able to do it four or five times in a row without a break. "He goes for $65" I said, answering Steve Smith's question as to price. "There's one thing unique about Paul" I said as I pointed to the 27 year-old hunk's picture. "Yeah, what's that?" Smith asked and I explained that the blond-haired, blue eyed guy pictured from behind pulling his ass-cheeks apart was married and was the father of three kids (with number four on the way). "He works construction during the week. That accounts for his fantastic tan and muscular body, but he can't seem to give up the extra cash or the sexual fulfillment he gets from making it with other guys". "Does his wife know?" Steve asked, and I said "Shit no, he'd be out on his beautiful blond ass if she had any idea he was turning tricks to keep her in maternity clothes. For him I charge $75 and he gets to keep a bigger cut of it for himself". "Hey are these two twins?" he asked, turning the page and seeing Tim and Tom together in the next several photos. "Identical in every way, right down to their cock sizes!" I assured him. "They're a real deal because they always want to be together, two for the price of one....well okay, kind of a more expensive one. They're a great choice if you like to have your ass and your face fucked at the same time, or if you're into watching other guys do it they can put on quite a show for you. I'm sure they've been fucking each other since before they even knew what fucking was, and now they're twenty years old. I keep thinking I could make more off them if they split up, but maybe not. They go for $95 but they're often booked up weeks in advance for things like private parties. I think they're available tonight, but I'd have to double-check". I watched as Steve Smith lingered over the pictures of the twins, and he rubbed the front of his own distended dress pants a couple of times. "What do you think man? From the looks of that hard-on you're throwing I think you've found your choice". "No, let me see the rest first" he insisted, and he turned the page to see Vance. At twenty-two, Vance is probably the most requested of all my stable studs. He has long flaxen colored hair that he pulls back into a neat pony tail. He's nicely built (not grotesquely muscular like Derek, but more so than Paul the construction worker) and has four of the most outrageous tattoos I've ever seen. One of them is this dragon/lizard/ snake type picture that starts way up on his left shoulder, extends around his back and up under the opposite arm before winding four times around his right upper arm. It's hot-looking alright, and guys who are into tattoos love how he looks. He's also got one right on the shaft of his cock that says "Eat me!" and a pair of arrows, one of each butt cheek pointing right to the center to make it easy to find your target. "That's just in case you need directions" I joked to Steve. We didn't even get to the details of cost for Vance because Steve turned the page to the last set of photos. "Holy fuckin' shit! Is he for real?" he asked. Lots of guys have that reaction when they first see Wade, especially if they see him in person. "He's 27, my oldest and longest in my stable. One night shortly after his eighteenth birthday, following a particularly rigorous all-day romp in the sack I mentioned that people would pay good money for the kind of sex he'd given me for free. It was his idea actually to start the business, and he's been one of my biggest money-makers". "Well I can certainly see why" Smith said. "He's fuckin' incredible!" Let me describe Wade to you. He's stands 6'5" and tips the scales at 280. Now you might expect a guy that size to be a little on the tubby side but not him. No, he serves as physical proof that muscle weighs more than fat. He's probably as muscular as Derek (the body-builder) except that it's not so easy to see Wade's muscles through all the hair. He was pretty well coated back when he was a teenager and he started in the business, but over the last decade he's just gotten hairier and hairier. I have yet to meet any guy (and I've met plenty) who can come close to Wade's incredible body coat. It's very dark brown, almost black and adds about three full inches of dimension to his already large frame when he's just come from the shower and fluffs it up. The only thing that looks better than him just recently dry is seeing him totally wet. One of the photo shots shows Wade in the shower and more than one prospective client has blown a load in their shorts after seeing that one. That's the one that also demonstrates the guy's unbelievable sexual equipment. Last time I measured it with a ruler it read 15 inches.... NO SHIT! The best "measure" though is my own ass- hole, and each time Wade fucks me it feels as if he's stretching me a little wider than the time before. It was Wade's amazing size that made me decide to call this business a "stud stable" since his naked body reminded me so much of a horse, especially his foot-plus cock. Come to think of it, I've seen real horses who aren't hung so well as he is. For a hair freak like me (or like Kurt) the size of this guy's huge meat is almost secondary to the thick body coat, but I have to say that Wade has it all! "Him, I want him!" Smith said, pointing to Wade's picture. "I don't care what he costs I want him!" I could see that he was about to split the front of his slacks open he was so hard. "Much as I would like to collect $200 from you tonight I regret to inform you that Wade is already booked for the night. "I'll pay double, I'll pay triple" the guy said, and I could hardly bear to pass it up. "Sorry man" I said, then offered him an alternative. "I'm not hung quite so big as Wade, and he's a hell of a lot hairier than me, but I can do anything he can do. Come to think of it, I can do anything that any of my boys can do. What I didn't give them genetically I taught them personally". "Huh, wha...what are you saying?" a dumb- founded Steve Smith said. "Are you telling me that these are all your real kids?" "Every last one of 'em" I replied, beaming with pride. "They don't all have the same mama, but I'm the father of each and every one of them. I'm really proud of them!" I said. "Holy shit!" he said, his mouth wide open in amazement. "And you don't have any trouble selling your own sons for...well for sex?" "Only Wade. If I had my choice I'd keep that boy all to myself. Why I'd give anything to have his huge cock up my ass or my fist shoved up his hairy ass-hole 24 hours a day every day. But each of them has special "talents" and I guess the variety of having eleven such different looking sons makes it more exciting!" "I'll tell you the truth Smith. The minute you ripped your shirt open earlier I decided that if you'd take me instead of one of my boys I'd do it for free. Damn, you're nearly as hairy as Wade, except that you're blond. Is your back that hairy too?" "See for yourself man" he said, standing up and peeling his oxford-cloth the rest of the way off to show me a truly "bear" back. I don't know which of us had a better night. He tried to pay me and I wouldn't take a penny. "No shit man, except for Wade you're the best fuck I've ever had!" I told him, and it was the truth. As I lay there with my head on his thickly haired chest he told me he had a confession to make. "Yeah, go ahead. You're gonna' tell me that you're not really gay, that you just did this because your wife doesn't understand you". "No, I'm gonna tell you that until last night I felt I was definitely NOT gay or even bisexual. I came here because it was my job to come here. I don't know Bubba Jakes at all. He's not married to my sister, I don't even have a sister, but Bubba was willing to spill his guts when we arrested him last week. He made a deal that we release him from jail in return for him telling us about this big male- prostitution ring downstate. That's you Reed!" "Aw shit, I should've known...." I began but he stopped me. "No wait, I've changed my mind. Look, in my briefcase there's a micro-sized tape recorder that recorded every minute of our talk yesterday afternoon. There's enough on that tape to put you away for a long time. There may not be laws against fucking your own kids (other than moral ones) but we could send your ass to prison for a long time for pimping them." "Okay officer, take me in" I said, holding out my hands to accept the cuffs and thinking again about relating my experience in jail with the four black men a year earlier. "No you don't understand!" he went on. "One night with you ---hell, the minute I started to look at your photo album of studs and I got so fuckin' turned on I couldn't believe it." "What are you going to do?" I asked him "I don't know what I'm gonna' do about my wife man, but I do know that I loved what we did last night. I'm gonna' go back to my supervisor and say that I couldn't find anything here, but that I want to come back and check again in a week or so. When I do I'll learn just enough information to allow me back again in about another week. How many weeks will it take me to get through all your sons?" he asked, and I said that depended upon whether he wanted to alternate each time between me and one of them. He added that there were enough FBI agents to keep us booked for months. He'd hardly left the place (I had the tape from his recorder in my hand) when the phone rang. "Hey pa, what happened last night? I thought you were coming over" Wade said. "Sorry son, something sort of....well... came up!" "Business or pleasure?" he wanted to know and I responded "Both!" "Well hell man, I waited all night for you to come climb into bed with me. I didn't even beat off and right now I'm horny as fuckin' bear in heat" "Well come on over you big-dicked gorilla! I can hardly wait to get my hands on your hairy body and your big horse-cock pounding up my ass!" I told him. "Hey Wade, bring your appointment book with you. I think business is about to pick up!"