He’s supremely confident and hung like a jury of 12. We’re talking about a baseball bat, no foolin’ around, boa constrictor trouser snake for a penis. Attending an exclusive Mediterranean yacht party with a stout Nordic woman brandishing maximum blouse-bursting nipplage, the Paco Camino Man sports kickass fashion sense and expects his women to coordinate. Sure his toned arms are too long for his supervillain sweater, but his reinforced crotch leisure pants securely house his impressive manhood. The Paco Camino Man: The envy of all Eastern European bloc commercial sailing and recreational boating communities since 1956.