You can forget catching this bull by the horns. With a schlong as oversized as the throbbing tower of manhood that Roger calls a cock, you can grab this baby from across the room, and this is one you will never want to let go. Roger was not just boned up by the time he unzipped his jeans; he was so rock hard from the sheer excitement of letting his exhibitionist desires boil over into reality that his balls had already tightened like a man who had not shot in 3 months, rather than the three days he mentioned. He also told us when someone first sees his bone, they call it everything from “big” to “huge” and after taking one glance from the outline, even through his jeans, we know that’s no bull either. Roger’s face is classically handsome, like a 1930’s movie star, complete with a deep sexy voice, fur covered arms and a patch of hair right in the center of those sexy rounded pecs. He seemed almost lost in the joy of giving us a guided tour of that magnificent penis, not just long, but bone straight, impossibly thick and crowned with a deep rose colored helmet.