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and stroked one hand across his hairy pectorals and down
his sculpted hairy belly, stopping only when his big hand
cupped his crotch.
Edward reached for his wal let and placed a hundred
pound note on a box halfway between them.
The Stoker nudged a coal-heaver next to him who picked
up the bill. “That’s for what hardness you seen,” the Stoker
said. His accent was Czech, but his English was clear. “What
else depends.”
“Depends on what?” Edward, ever undaunted, was espe-
cially bold with a hardon.
“Depends on what you got.” He groped his grimy crotch,
bouncing his almost visible cock and balls. “Depends on
what you want.”
The surrounding coal-heav ers and more than several
slum ming gentlemen laughed.
Like a gambler with an ace in the hole, Edward palmed
his hard 10-inch cock, exhibiting its outline in his trousers.
The laughter stopped dead in the water.
Except for the Stoker. “I eat that for snack.”
Edward was expert at fenc ing. He took a step forward,
clos ing the distance between them, and parried. He pointed at
the Stoker’s crotch. “I eat that for another hundred pounds.”
“Crazy rich Britisher boy,” the Stoker said. “You will eat
my whole focking body before you eat my big focking cock.”
He raised his arm, exposing his wet armpit. I nearly
swooned from the rich sweet smell of his body. Edward took
the last step in. The Stoker took him with one hand on the
back of his head and pushed his face into the sweaty, muscled
tangle of long black hair. Edward, Molly’s “Ever-ready Eddy
Weddy,” landed willingly, tongue-first in the Stoker’s armpit.
He made suck ing, slurping sounds that made my cock hard.