However that was all about to change and I certainly made the most of my sexual appetite and appeal. On leaving university I got a job in the accounts...department of a logistics company which used to move freight by road and rail. They had a lorry and container yard and also a drivers cafe complex which also had showers and washrooms for drivers who were sleeping in their cab overnight to use.I had been there for about 4 months, having passed my initial 3 month probation with flying colours, and. I figured she was just tired or disappointed at my lack of energy. I didn't suspect that she was getting fucked silly every time we were apart!We walked the pool deck after lunch and I got tired, as usual. Back in the cabin, I laid on the bed and went instantly to sleep.When Tiffany got off the elevator on the second deck she realized that there were no decorations or plush carpeting. It was finished in an industrial style. Hard rubber floors, Painted walls and metal trim. All business.Dilip. It was so big, like a fat sausage, it just kind of hung over his big finger and wobbled. I giggled a little bit when he wobbled it. It looked funny. I always just pulled my pants up.He must have noticed me giggle, because he looked down. He looked down at my doodle and said "you gotta get it all out or get it in your pants", then he laughed a little as he started to squeeze it like when I had seen a cow being milked. I started doing the same thing as I looked at his, and that nice feeling. We would jerk off but we would do it while my cock touched his cock. I realize this probably sounds pretty tame by today’s standards but in the 60’s that was pretty aggressive. I admitted that I had never done that and after a bit of conversation that included setting limits and a pact that we would not tell anyone about it, we agreed to try it.Paul and I lay naked on top of our sleep bags facing each other and began stroking our cocks. The warmth of his cock head against mine was very.