After some time, he slowly moved his left hand from my waist to my cock.He rubbed the tip of my cock which got wet with precum. It felt wonderful but ...lso, I had a fear of somebody seeing us. It was dark and too congested. Men on my sides were facing the windows and some of the men on the seats were asleep.He then slowly unzipped his pant and took out his cock. He started to rub his cock on my ass and between the ass crack.The next thing that he did made me panic. After rubbing his cock for. How could i resist i thought to myself. "sure, id love to accompany you to the party. where is it?" she gave me an address on the other side of town and i told her id meet her there in a half hour. i got up, looked in the mirror at my unshaven rough look and grease smears all over my face from the truck, i figured id have enough to shower, shave, and head on down.Chapter Two: The Partyafter id cleaned myself up and i was looking half decent, i put on some smell good and putted on down to he. They entered a surprisingly sunlit room and were greeted by a cheerful woman of a certain age with piled up grey hair held in place by combs and hatpins(?). She closed the ledger on the otherwise bare desk top, and having ascertained their identity led them into an inner sanctum and announced them while the Havildar walked to the room's window and gazed out to the buildings opposite. A large solid man with a black old style shaped beard rose from his wheeled chair in front of his desk to shake. He had been introduced to alcohol several years ago, as some of his closest associates in the garment industry drank at every conceivable opportunity. He liked drinking. He admitted that one or two drinks after work with his American friends did not break any moral code. He would casually sit at the bar and order a light beer. The beer relaxed him at first, but after three or four he felt more than loose, and in that period when relaxation gives way to a light inebriation, he knew he should.