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Weve all seen those blue collar guys…the mechanic in the coveralls, the driver in tight, faded jeans at the truck stop, the delivery guy in uniform that looked kind of skinny, kind of scruffy, but was packing a basket you made your cock hard in spite of yourself and made it impossible to take your 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 street, you could see his thick dick swinging inside his work pants, snaking halfway down his thigh. 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 as well as dick. He starts rubbing his body through his clothes, pulling up that shirt to reveal his white chest and hairy nipples. When he got down to his boxers, he began to look like a scruffy beach boy but when he hauled out his set of swollen, furry low hangers, everything from the bottom up was man sized. He traced the outline of that cock through his boxers, showing off thick and impossibly long it was, producing a bulge that was obscenely huge. He has us squirming in our own shorts, dying to see what was inside when he finally sent all nine inches out the fly like a tree trunks growing off the side of the mountain. A small, sexy happy trail on that flat stomach led the way to a full, natural untrimmed bush…when you are hung like Jack, you dont need to trim the grass to show off the real estate…even a blind man could tell he is just huge with a matching set of oversized babymakers that sway in their sack like a couple of balling balls looking for a bigger home.
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