Weve all seen these blue collar men. . .the mechanic at the coveralls, the driver at tight, faded jeans in the truck stop, the delivery guy in uniform that looked sort of skinny, sort of scruffy, but had been packing a basket that you left your cock hard regardless of your self and made it impossible to take the eye off the prize. We were in California if we met Jack, the easy man to your apartment building and also from across the street, you could find his thick dick moving in his job pants, snaking halfway down his leg. A few beers and a few Ben Franklins later, we met up with him. He has just broken up with his girlfriend, was ready to let out his inner porn star in addition to dick. He begins rubbing his body through his clothing, pulling up that top to reveal his torso and hairy nipples. After he got down to his boxers, he started to look like a scruffy shore boy but when he hauled his pair of bloated, furry low hangers, all from the bottom up was guy sized. He traced the outline of that penis through his boxers, revealing off thick and long it was, producing a bulge that has been obscenely huge. He’s us squirming in our very own shorts, dying to see what was inside when he eventually sent all nine inches out the fly just like a tree trunks growing off the side of this mountain. A little, alluring happy trail on that level tummy led the way to a full, organic untrimmed bush. . .when you’re suspended like Jack, you dont need to cut on the grass to flaunt the real estate. . .even a blind person could tell he is just big with a matching set of oversized babymakers that sway in their sack just like a couple of balling balls searching for a bigger home.
