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28 Jack Fritscher

not insensitive, drove a 9th inch slowly down into Edward.
Something clicked between them.
The Stoker seemed suddenly almost tender. More than
he want ed to “fock” Edward by storm, he wanted someone
to finally, really, totally swallow his 14-inch cock, to set an
all-time land-sea record. Perhaps he sensed in Edward’s will-
ingness his chance, at last, to feel teeth and lips, chewing and
sucking, at the big base of his cockroot. He oozed the 10th
iron-hard inch down.
The crowd called out for more. A chant rose up. Pipes
banged rhythmically. Money changed hands. Cocks rose
up. Men shouted. Cuming. Sucking. Fucking. Watching.
Shooting.
The Stoker and Edward both, a pair now, rose to the mo-
ment. I think Edward’s throat actually opened an inch farther
and liter ally suctioned the Stoker’s 11th inch in so fast, the
facefucker was jolted almost out of his big boots with surprise.
Edward had taken the offen sive.
A grin broke through the Stoker’s brute-handsome face.
He had that space between his two solid front teeth that I’ve
often found to be characteristic of tru ly aggressive sexual men.
He took hardon pleasure in Edward’s at tack and sworded the
challenge of his 12th inch, a foot of cock, down Edward’s
throat. It all happened so slow, so easy, almost so deli cately,
that I hardly noticed that Edward, whose goal in life had long
been 12 inches, had swooned, fainted, passed out. Smiling
in victory.
What to do? I pushed the suckers and lickers away from
my cock and balls and tits and asshole. The crowd was too
thick for me to make it the five feet to Edward impaled,
hanging, jaw ajut, on the huge steel-hard cock. I shouldn’t
have worried. Felix Jones, our red-headed purser, had told us