I stole parts of cargos and resold it within a day. Half the time I never even saw daylight but in my corner of the warehouse I had anything you would...find in a home and more. The one thing I did not have was a girl or even friends.The lights at the loading bay were still on as they finished loading a large cargo lorry. Guards were everywhere around the vehicle watching everything, well almost everything. They were not looking up which was where I was. I was dropping down between loaders and. "Do you feel like a little workout of a different kind?" he asked. He was now quite hard and his cock had grown to 9 inches with a big mushroom head and was standing straight up in the air before me as he stroked it. I said "I'm always ready for some sex-ercise." and I pulled my towel aside setting my pulsing cock free as well. We sat side by side as we slowly masturbated together and soon we were feeling each others cocks. I leaned over putting my lips on the tip of his huge cock and gradually. .but he wasn't husband material...Julie preferred hell-raisingon a weekend basis, thank you...and neither were Steve or Aaron the pitifulslave-boys potential marriage material...too much of them would just be irritating. Was there a happy medium between adoring slaves and insane redneck boys?It was a puzzle. What Julie liked about Everett was although he seemed quiteenamored of her, he wasn't a drooler...he was polite and courtly. Aregular weightlifter with 10 years in the military, Everett. He trusted me and gave himeself to me. I pushed it in all the way. I could feel his balls against mine. Slowly I pumped him. In. Out. My hands holding his hips so I could move in and out of him. In. Out again. He didn't seem to be enjoying it at first, but after about 3 or 4 minits, he began to moan. I knew his ass now belonged to my cock. My pumping became faster with more determination. I pumped and his body came to meet mine each time. He felt so good. "I want you, Ryan. .