There was a man like Jay in every college: the skinny little punk using the ink and lace coat, and what he lacked in size, he made up for with attitude. Then one day, you were alongside him in the urinal and after your eyes saw those nine, thick, meaty inches dangling out of his jeans, you wished to fall to your kneesand also when you jumped to death something that huge, you’d have felt your life was complete.He stripped from his shirt and shucked off his wife beater just like a man who couldn’t wait to get naked. His slim, white frame was decorated with tats and a nice heap of hair in the centre with a very content trail pointing to a lump in his trousers that said his cock was ready for action as he was. He arranges and rearranges that beef, reaching deep to his shorts prior to revealing a thick brown bush, a swollen, fuzzy set of chunks and a thick prick that even while soft was longer than many a men full blown erections. . .and proved just getting to the great part.Soon all nine inches are standing and looking even sexier on his slim frame. Skinny Jay strokes on a pole so long and so broad, it looks like hes fisting a flesh coloured thermos rather than his penis. Maybe its the assurance in understanding how well hung he is, but its even hotter seeing him work his beef under a totally untrimmed bush; when you’re hung this big, you dont need to shave your pubes to try and make your cock look bigger. Jay comes through and in the long run, our punk gets spunked, and we’ve got a feeling that he just might inspire you to do exactly the same.
