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6 Jack Fritscher

Wales. As he began to cum, he began to shout. He was re-
ally quite amusing. To silence him, I screwed my own cock
down his face as far as I could thread my thick 8-inch piece
of Boston pipe. My cum burst down so deep inside him, his
shouting turned to moaning. Cum spurted from his nose and
his mouth. His tongue licked clots of hot white seed from
his red moustache, and his green eyes widened in a kind of
awed gratitude. (I like to think.) The sight and feel of drip-
ping cum and spit, mixed with my telling Felix to grab hold
of Edward’s tits and squeeze-roll them as tight as he could,
caused my masturbating Edward to shoot the load from his
10-inch cannon all across the new rose carpet of Titanic.
Maniacs, we fell in a tangle, in a peerage of sex, upon one
of the single beds, all three of us, equal, grown young men,
in a sweaty pant, huffing and puffing, laughing and eating
cum from fin gers and chests and moustaches and flopping
wet cocks. Edward was so jolly. He lifted Felix’s perfect red-
head’s dick, its thickness in sausage proportion to its length.
“You, Felix, are truly titan ic!”
He broke out three cigars and we lay abed, smoking
peacefully, talking and cuddling, comparing cocks, and do-
ing everything en core, on that our first night at sea as Titanic
sped through the dark waters of the North At lantic, toward
America, toward New York, toward home.
“Titanic,” Molly Brown asked. “What does it mean?”
“The Titans were rebellious gods who were too big for
their britches,” Edward said. “They wished to overturn the
established order.”
“Good for them,” Molly said.
“I think rather,” I said, “the ship is named for Titania.”
“Who’s she?” Molly asked. “Should I meet her?”
“She’s the queen of the faeries,” Edward said. “Shake speare.”