Like his cartoon nameake Kenny is from the wrong end of the tracks. His shirt was not taken off to show his wifebeater. The white ribbed tank is his shirt and the soulful, but unmistakeable, eyes beneath that $5 haircut are a sign of his sexiness. Perhaps it is the fact that he plays with himself even before getting dressed? It could be the shape of his soft-cock slab, inside the baggy tack bag, that makes him look like a true tonsil tickler. Are the bushy, unruly, dark-colored blond hairs under his arms or the fullness of his natural, dark brown bush? Is it the bushy tufts of hair under his armpits or the full, dark, natural blond bush? Kenny sits down in the chair and spreads his legs out wide. He feels slightly tingly and his cocks and balls are shaking like an unconscious limb. The tube grows inch by inch before Kenny can even see it. He is now able to sit back in the chair and shake his cock and balls like a limb that has fallen asleep. His thick, almost double-sized base looks just as big as the ball bag below. As the shaft’s arced shape grips tightly, those nuts tighten. Finally, he raises the pole and produces some of our best cum. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if the gun is so big and beautiful.