Michael
<p>When Michael walked through the door, I was actually very surprised.</p> <p>Clean-cut and well-dressed, he looked like he had just left a brokerage firm on Wall Street.</p> <p>"What do you do for a living?" I asked.</p> <p>"I work in a bank," he replied.</p> <p>"Doing what?"</p> <p>"I'm an account manager."</p> <p>I knew what was under his clothes. I encountered a lot of guys like Michael in my home state. Conservative and shy, but just aching to pull their dicks out (and big dicks they usually were).</p> <p>So I had him get undressed.</p> <p>Tall. Check. Lean. Check. Big dick. Check.</p> <p>Yep, everything was as it should be. I especially liked his hairy treasure trail.</p> <p>Now Michael was not the most talkative guy I've ever met, but he smiled and laughed a lot.</p> <p>"What do you do for fun?"</p> <p>"Skydive. Fishing and outdoor stuff."</p> <p>There he was, standing naked, answering my questions.</p> <p>"Your nuts hang pretty of low," I pointed out.</p> <p>He just laughed.</p> <p>I could tell he wanted to get off...</p>