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Added: November 9, 2018 |
Category: Bi & Gay
Weve all seen those blue collar men. . .the mechanic at the coveralls, the driver in tight, tight faded jeans at the vehicle stop, the shipping guy in uniform that looked sort of skinny, kind of scruffy, but was packing a basket you created your cock hard in spite of yourself and made it impossible to take the eye off the prize. We were in California when we met Jack, the handy man for the apartment building next door and even from across the road, you could see his thick dick swinging in his work pants, snaking halfway down his leg. A few Ben Franklins and A couple of beers we met up with him. He’s just broken up with his girlfriendwas ready to let out his inner porn star as well as dick. He begins massaging his body through his clothes, yanking that top to reveal his torso and hairy nipples. After he got down to his boxers, he began to look like a scruffy shore boy when he hauled out his pair of bloated, furry low-key, everything from the floor up was man sized. He traced the outline of the cock through his boxers, showing off thick and long it had been, producing a bulge which was obscenely huge. He has us squirming within our own shorts, dying to find out what was inside when he sent all nine inches outside the fly like a tree trunks climbing off the side of the mountain. A little, sexy happy trail on that level stomach led the way to a full, natural untrimmed bush. . .when you are hung like Jack, you dont have to cut back the grass to show off the true estate. . .even a blind person could tell he’s just enormous with a matching set of oversize babymakers that sway within their sack like a few balling balls searching for a bigger house. |
