The Great White

Standing 6'2' and a little over 190 pounds, Beau is just the kind of guy we all know. He's the guy who was in the band in high school, not on the team. The college student who hit the library instead of happy hour and grew into the rank and file who sit in a cubicle, not the corner office. He is also the guy we secretly liked, in spite of, or maybe partly because of, that slightly dorky, blue collar vibe he never outgrew. He is also the kind of guy, who once you saw his heavy bulge hanging down the inside of his pants, or hauling out that huge hose to take a leak, becomes the star of your fantasies. In short order, we learned something new about the luck of the Irish, as this laddie says his brother has a big dick too and his father even more so. How he knows that exactly, he left to our imagination. He was clearly more than just semi-hard before we stopped talking and just let him show what he had between his legs, which was one kind of dick big dick lovers crave: it was not as big as he said...Beau's cock was even bigger.By the time we changed tapes, Beau had his pants open, one fist inside his shorts and the other rubbing his smooth chest. While far from at full mast, the head of his cock pokes well beyond his waistband until he finally hauls it out and it topples over itself just by the sheer weight of something this thick, like a mighty weeping willow branch swaying in the wind. Finally hauling it out of the fly, this one eyed snake is as wide as a cucumber and almost as long. He said he was 8' long, but he didn't include the cock head that all together makes 9 �' plus of one fat, juicy cock that, he also let drop, he wanted to be ramming into a tight pussy while another cock rammed into him to satisfy a growing curiosity. That was not all that was growing. Fully hard now, the head reaches way past his navel while his legs spread to give his balls some breathing room. Beau finds his stride and we all found heaven.Grabbing it by the base, palming it with both hands, Beau periodically stops and just lets that heavy anaconda hang down, allowing us to appreciate just how long and how fat this size lover's buffet really is. That lean body flexed, a look of almost primal need on his face, he dips his hand under those balls, rubbing that spot right behind. It is when those fingers venture south into what is likely to be known as 'no man's land' for not much longer, that he becomes like a soldier, announcing his weapon is ready for action. It is not long before he fires off a load of artillery shells like the great white hope on a very lucky day.