John E. is the over-sexed party boy in the frat who just hornier with time and grew into one streaming serving of straight man. the stage for not just a jack-off show, but an essay of sexuality we have not often seen. He’s now a personal trainer and at 6’2”, 201 pounds, and hanging a good 6” soft, he quickly smashes the rumor all muscled men are compensating for being short changed between their legs. A few strokes and that might tower had risen to a throbbing nine inches. The moans and groans started almost from the start and he doesn’t just stroke casually by any means. As he works that big thick spear, every well toned muscle from his pecs, to his biceps to those flat abs tense until he tilts his head back, grits his teeth and lets out a roar and spews an arc of jizz that started jetting a white arc half-way across the room and ends up squirting all over that fine sweat-covered torso.