<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>
