Tripp thinks he’s qualified to do porn because he’s in great shape from lifting and swimming. He’s pretty horny today because he never jerks off. The only time he cums is when he’s having sex with a “pretty lady”. As soon as I give him the go ahead, he’s pawing at his zipper like a bear trying to get at a picnic basket. He unzips and reaches under the waistband of his gray underwear, where a faint treasure trail leads up his rippled abs to his navel. Occasionally, the pink tip teases the eye by poking just above the waistband. Finally, he pops the whole 7 inches out and goes to town stroking. Slipping his jeans down to his ankles, he reveals a set of thick, hairy legs. And as the shirt comes off, his swimmer’s build is uncovered: defined, swollen pecs, rippled stomach, developed arms and shoulder muscles. A tattoo along his left ribcage draws the eye up from the stiff dick he’s got gripped in his hand. As his pink balls bounce against his hairy taint, I reach in to measure his cock. He obliges my request and is impressed by his own 7 inch measurement. After stripping completely, he rolls onto his stomach a dry humps the bed, rubbing his cock on the linen while his round ass bounces in the air. He reaches back and fondles his nut sack and massages the fur on his taint. When he rolls back on his back, he jerks furiously until his dick coughs up several pearly globs of man juice. His washboard stomach is covered in white goo.