Tom Welling
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I'm being careful how I say this, but I have been naked in the same place with Tom Welling and he is not so super-large. I did not feel smaller than him and I am not the biggest in the world.
jeff black
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First, I should say, wow, you are a lucky guy to be naked with him. Second, unless you saw him fully erect, I'm not terribly worried.
See, I didn't attack you at all.
No he was not fully erect but looking the way most of us look when we are bathing or getting dressed. I did not see a penis that looks like something from another world. I think Tom could be called large, but he was physically a big guy with a broad build. He was not even very ripped. I didn't run away from him screaming for the police to shoot his oversize penis! lol
Because of my work and opportunities for future jobs, I can't say. I can only say that I saw him naked almost every day over several months and that he was gaining a little weight at the time. He's a nice guy and his dick big, but it did not look like it belongs in a comic book to me. He is just a big guy with a dick that is slightly larger than an average dick.
jeff black
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He seems like a nice guy. Give us the low down, dude. Cut or uncut? Thin cock or fat cock? What was the time frame you saw him? 2006? 2005?
HellsKitchenmanNYC
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Yeah maybe he could make a picture out of painted macaroni glued to cardboard or use string licorice in diff colors on felt?!
:smile:You may not be the biggest in the world, but you are BIG, judging by your gallery picture. To say that you did not feel smaller than him is only to say that he may not have reached your proportions, which, to my mind, leaves plenty of room for Tom to sail in at well above average. From the bulge shots, vid clips and rumours we get re Tom, it still seems to me that there is plenty of evidence that, by Hollywood standards, he is pretty big (and pretty pretty) if not by the distorted standards of LPSG.
Now you getting
nasty.I can't say to be sure how he is cut or uncut--maybe he's having a semi on that day or he thinking about his woman, who knows? I'm just there doing my job and there was Tom changing up like everyone else, and he have a big dick and very, very big balls. Can't give you no time frame man, since I'm not trying to say too much. Sorry.
I was not alone with him all the time. Most of the time, there were other people changing too and he seem very comfortable around them. He did not show off, but he not trying to hide anything either. He act just like a regular guy.
jeff black
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Now you getting
I can't say to be sure how he is cut or uncut--maybe he's having a semi on that day or he thinking about his woman, who knows? I'm just there doing my job and there was Tom changing up like everyone else, and he have a big dick and very, very big balls. Can't give you no time frame man, since I'm not trying to say too much. Sorry.
I was not alone with him all the time. Most of the time, there were other people changing too and he seem very comfortable around them. He did not show off, but he not trying to hide anything either. He act just like a regular guy.
Oh, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie....
Didn't you know it was your DUTY to get a good close look at the man's dick?
I asked about the time frame because he got a bit bulky in 2005.Now Jeff...
Lie Down. Take some slow, deep breaths... relax. You're feeling more and more relaxed and sleepy...
You're EddieAxtec and you're walking into the locker room where there are several men getting changed. There is laughing and the jovial murmur of locker room banter; the flick of a towel every now and then; the hiss of showers in the next room and soft layers of steam drifting on the air. On the bench in the middle of the room sits Tom Welling. His pair of green shorts reveal what looks to be an ample bulge, but you can't be sure in the dim light. Tom's naked torso arches as he reaches for a towel. Rippling abs rotate, giving way to strong lats and... that upper arm! Tom Smiles at another guy in the room and casually drops the towel into his lap as he continues his conversation.
He stands, turns and inserts two thumbs into the rim of his shorts, about to push them down. The conversation halts him and his waistband hovers just below the dimple of his lower back. A bead of sweat rolls down the deep groove of his spine and slinks away beneath the crimped elastic.
Tom turns back a quarter rotation, his mind still on the trivialities of small-talk. Your mind is deeply focused on higher matters. The shorts peel down slowly and two firm, smooth globes of bronzed flesh yawn as they drowsily wake from beneath their covers. Beyond the hollow between buttock and thigh, round and out of sight, you think you saw flesh wobble and bounce. Tom reaches for the towel. Briefly your eyes meet, you look away swiftly - flushed, embarrassed, caught - and hastily find activity, fiddling with your bag. Tom has not realised the jolt of adrenalin he injected with his glance, he has not seen the blood rush. He is no longer looking.
The towel is draped loosely around his waste. You examine the contours of downy whiteness. [fade to silence]A pronounced mound is visible from...
Lie Down. Take some slow, deep breaths... relax. You're feeling more and more relaxed and sleepy...
You're EddieAxtec and you're walking into the locker room where there are several men getting changed. There is laughing and the jovial murmur of locker room banter; the flick of a towel every now and then; the hiss of showers in the next room and soft layers of steam drifting on the air. On the bench in the middle of the room sits Tom Welling. His pair of green shorts reveal what looks to be an ample bulge, but you can't be sure in the dim light. Tom's naked torso arches as he reaches for a towel. Rippling abs rotate, giving way to strong lats and... that upper arm! Tom Smiles at another guy in the room and casually drops the towel into his lap as he continues his conversation.
He stands, turns and inserts two thumbs into the rim of his shorts, about to push them down. The conversation halts him and his waistband hovers just below the dimple of his lower back. A bead of sweat rolls down the deep groove of his spine and slinks away beneath the crimped elastic.
Tom turns back a quarter rotation, his mind still on the trivialities of small-talk. Your mind is deeply focused on higher matters. The shorts peel down slowly and two firm, smooth globes of bronzed flesh yawn as they drowsily wake from beneath their covers. Beyond the hollow between buttock and thigh, round and out of sight, you think you saw flesh wobble and bounce. Tom reaches for the towel. Briefly your eyes meet, you look away swiftly - flushed, embarrassed, caught - and hastily find activity, fiddling with your bag. Tom has not realised the jolt of adrenalin he injected with his glance, he has not seen the blood rush. He is no longer looking.
The towel is draped loosely around his waste. You examine the contours of downy whiteness. [fade to silence]A pronounced mound is visible from...
