..that's David's bunk by the window...you take my bed...' I fringed u*********sness as the two of them fumbled around in the dark, finally T-Bone mad... it to the bed and laid down. Daryl stood in the middle of the floor fumbling with his clothes, soon T-Bone started to snore gently. Daryl was standing removing his clothes. I could make out what was going on from the small reflecting light from the computer mouse. Daryl's cock was sticking out from his body, he took hold of it and stroked it a. And then it happened... Before I knew what was happening, Trent leaned forward, reached out his hand and grab my cock giving it a few tugs while gripping his own hard dick in the other. At the moment I knew how much I enjoyed feeling his hand on my dick and for some reason, the masculinity challenges didn’t make it seem gay. It almost felt like sports. And with Trent being older, more experienced and obviously not a virgin, I gladly let him lead the way through this strange an exciting. She looked at me and waved, but kept making order after order. When she finally hung up the phone two hours later, I was still sitting and watching her.She looked at me and smiled."What did you do?" I remembered that you told me that we had too much money, and that there weren't enough stocks. So I thought to myself that if our market crashed that it would send shock waves around the world so why not sell the other world markets. In for a penny in for a pound or so the saying goes." You sneaky. "Frankly I had list of people to push out in front of me if things got really rank," I explained."I had an old Russian pistol, I liberated, just in case some of the assholes in my squad ever got me really pissed off before a firefight," James said."I had a box opener like the ones in the 911 planes. Just in case someone really really needed to be transformed in a hurry." I smiled even though I knew I had never planned to use that box opener on anyone I knew. I did have one just in case."Do you.