up to his lips. “You’re confusing me with the little things. I told you we were done with the little things.”

He then began to streak his hands across his meaty thighs and up his backside. When he got the fleshy part of his ass, he clasped two large handfuls right above the point where the cheeks meet the legs. He simultaneously tensed up the rest of his body and stood up straighter than a board into the air, looking to the ceiling and shouting “Ave MARIA!” I didn’t quite know how to interpret that, but it didn’t matter soon afterwards anyway. He was too sizzling and too interesting to question, especially since I was about to break out of my pants.

He let go of his ass and moved his hands over his bulge. He outlined it with his index fingers, then pointed straight to me, looking me right in the eye. I was drooling with eagerness. I undid my belt, put my hand down my pants, and began rubbing the head of my dick between two fingers. Even though I felt old compared to Reno Dakota, I had kept myself in decent shape. I had avoided the beer belly that comes with life after 40, and my black hair only showed a few gray hairs. Many of my friends had told me that those hairs made me look more handsome than anything else. My green eyes were also a turn-on to many men, and I supposed they had worked their magic on Reno, as well. My cock’s nothing to sneeze at either—long and thick, it never failed to get the job done. I continued to watch him, impatient to see him unveil his cock. I felt like I was a small child again, waiting to see if Clint Eastwood would catch the bad guy.

The first thing that he removed was his belt, including the large belt-buckle that had hypnotized me the day before. After swinging it over his head for a bit, he unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper, relieving the pressure of the denim against his large bulge. He wore pink briefs with a white seam, and “RENO DAKOTA” was written across the crotch. He smiled when he revealed it to me. I had pulled away from the desk far back enough so that he could see me beat off. He looked at my dick with hungry eyes and began to massage his own package.

“Nice cock,” he said. It was the most straightforward thing he had said since I met him. I thanked him by getting completely hard and stroking faster. His penis began to take shape and get erect in his tight underwear. I could already tell that his dick was huge, and he was barely hard! I nearly came at the thought of his cock in me, but I scaled back and began to stroke more slowly, watching his every movement.

He pulled down the pink and white underwear and his rod popped out like a “whack-a-mole” taking a peek from its lair.

“As you can see, I have the biggest gun in the whole wild west,” grinned Reno Dakota, “and you’re my next victim.” It was without a doubt the largest dick that I had seen in my experience as a gay man, and