Reaching underneath the waistband, he strokes it a few more times before shoving downward on the his underwear, his giant yam revealed for the first time. He stares down at his manhood while gently guiding the foreskin upward over the head, then back down again. His uncut, purple tool curves slightly as if trying to poke him in the navel. His biceps swell as he presses downward on his waistband, allowing his balls to escape their blue prison. When he peels his jeans off, he spreads his massive tree trunk size thighs, giving a glimpse of a puckered butthole. For a moment, he climbs onto all fours and dry humps my sofa, rubbing the engorged cock head against the green corduroy. When he finally flops onto his back, I see my opportunity to get a measurement of the giant maroon monster. He allows me to take inventory of his manhood, then goes back to his task at hand. His breathing becomes a quiet moaning, which crescendos into loud grunts as his cock begins to spew. As his abs heave, and his thighs muscles tighten, white ropes issue onto his stomach; pooling in his belly button.