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