I LOVE Moose's thick furry bush! Sure, I love all of his hair all over his magnificent body, but I could spend hours foraging in that pubic forest of his, inhaling his scent, and with his beautiful stiff pole pressed against my face . . .
I had the unique pleasure of being fucked by him in SFO, decades ago. Moose's tool is as massive as it looks, with a luscious thick hood, and such ample foreskin that once inside you, his pole would just glide in and out despite its length and girth. After letting me try to fit it all in my throat for a while, he asked if I was ready to get "fucked right". A little cocky, but I think he had some right to be. He entered me gently at first, working each stroke a bit longer and deeper. Coaxing me to jerk myself as he pumped. Once he got his rhythm going, he said to just "lie back and enjoy the ride", and tell him when I wanted him to come, and on or inside (this was the 70's) and if he should keep on fucking, to cum again, after he shot. And I'll be damned if he didn't do just that. That man was the perfect stud horse, a fucking fur covered sex machine. He pumped me full, shooting so hard I felt each rope of his cum splatter my insides, and kept plowing until he came in me four times, and I had cum twice. It was probably the most incredible two hours of my life. Even after all that, when I said I wanted to shower up, he asked if I wanted to give it another go. I would've loved to, but my young, inexperienced pucker was stretched and pounded more than I ever thought I could handle. I was in pig heaven. Even now, my hole twitches every time I see a photo or video of his beefy pole and furry body. I dunno if he's still alive or not (we lost so many in the following decade). But wherever he is, I'm sure that massive prick is churning someone's hole into ecstasy.
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I LOVE Moose's thick furry bush! Sure, I love all of his hair all over his magnificent body, but I could spend hours foraging in that pubic forest of his, inhaling his scent, and with his beautiful stiff pole pressed against my face . . .
I had the unique pleasure of being fucked by him in SFO, decades ago. Moose's tool is as massive as it looks, with a luscious thick hood, and such ample foreskin that once inside you, his pole would just glide in and out despite its length and girth. After letting me try to fit it all in my throat for a while, he asked if I was ready to get "fucked right". A little cocky, but I think he had some right to be. He entered me gently at first, working each stroke a bit longer and deeper. Coaxing me to jerk myself as he pumped. Once he got his rhythm going, he said to just "lie back and enjoy the ride", and tell him when I wanted him to come, and on or inside (this was the 70's) and if he should keep on fucking, to cum again, after he shot. And I'll be damned if he didn't do just that. That man was the perfect stud horse, a fucking fur covered sex machine. He pumped me full, shooting so hard I felt each rope of his cum splatter my insides, and kept plowing until he came in me four times, and I had cum twice. It was probably the most incredible two hours of my life. Even after all that, when I said I wanted to shower up, he asked if I wanted to give it another go. I would've loved to, but my young, inexperienced pucker was stretched and pounded more than I ever thought I could handle. I was in pig heaven. Even now, my hole twitches every time I see a photo or video of his beefy pole and furry body. I dunno if he's still alive or not (we lost so many in the following decade). But wherever he is, I'm sure that massive prick is churning someone's hole into ecstasy.
Please, if you have more pics of this hirsuit God, please, please post them. I've made my cock sore jacking off over these pics.
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