"You like?" He spoke with an accent, but I couldn't place it.Įmbarrassed, I grabbed a hold of my shopping cart and disappeared around the next aisle. He caught my gaze, glued to his crotch, and looked back up at me. I guess he must have felt me staring because he looked up at me as I passed him in the narrow aisle, reaching for his box of Pop-Tarts. He was going commando and I could see the outline of a very fat dick, nestled against a pair of hefty balls. Lots of it.īut when he turned around, I fell in love. They were nice and chunky, too, with a nice shape to them. His forearms, thick and beefy, were hairy, just like his legs. He wore a baseball cap, black tee-shirt and white shorts. He was close to six foot tall and kinda chunky with a stocky build.
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