A bit over 190 pounds plus standing 62, Beau is only the type of guy all of us know. Hes the man who had been in the band in high school, perhaps not on the group. The college kid who climbed to the rank and file who sit in a cubicle and hit the library instead of happy hour, not the corner office. He is also the guy we liked, maybe, or in spite of partly because of, that somewhat dorky, blue collar vibe he never outgrew. He is also the sort of guy, who after you saw his bulge that is heavy hauling out that enormous hose to have a leak, or hanging down the inside of his trousers, becomes the star of your own fantasies. In short order we learned something new since this laddie says his brother has his dad and a huge dick too more so. How he understands that exactly, he left to your own creativity. He was more than just until we stopped talking and let him reveal what he had between his thighs, semi-hard, that had been as he explained, it was not as big. . .Beaus penis was bigger.By the time we changed tapes, Beau had his pants open, one fist in his shorts and another rubbing his torso. The head of his cock pokes well past his waistband until he finally hauls it out and it topples on itself only by the sheer weight of something like a powerful willow branch swaying in the end while far from full mast. Hauling it out of this fly, then this one eyed snake is too broad as a cucumber and almost as long. He explained he had been eight long, but he didnt comprise the penis head that all together makes 9 and of just one fat, juicy penis which, he also let shed, he wished to be ramming into a tight pussy while another cock rammed to him to meet a growing fascination. That was not. While his thighs spread to present his balls a breathing space, fully hard now, the head accomplishes way. Beau finds his stride and all of us discovered heaven.Grabbing it by the base, palming it with both hands, Beau periodically stops and just lets that hefty anaconda hang down, allowing us to appreciate exactly how long and fat this dimension lovers buffet really is. That slender body flexed, an appearance of primal need on his head, he drops his hands under those balls, rubbing at that place behind. It’s when those palms venture south into what is very likely to be called no land for not much longer, that he becomes like a soldier, announcing his weapon is ready for action. It’s not long until he strikes off a load of artillery shells such as the excellent hope on a very blessed day.
