Page 44 - Titanic: The Untold Tale of Gay Passengers and Crew

30 Jack Fritscher

ass-ring, snaking, serpentine, deeper into Edward’s ass, both
of them roaring, each man making a match for the other,
two animals locked in heat, flames from the belching fur-
naces lighting them, fucking like demons in the hot bowels
of Hades.
The Stoker’s steady cock was 7, then 8, then 9 inches
plumb-deep in Edward’s trembling body as their faces passed,
longitude and latitude. The Stoker held Edward eye-to-eye.
“I fock you now.”
“Fock me!” A beast inside my civilized Edward shouted.
A large bead of envy surged to the head of my engorged
cock. Never had I conjured such lust in him; but my heart
was glad he had found it in his daring self.
The Stoker, sweat running rivers from his armpits,
grunted. His square teeth, separate as short pickets, grinned.
Edward grinned back. “Fock me!”
The Stoker spit a flume as white as cum.
Edward’s face dripped. “Fock me!”
The Stoker slipped his big hands up Edward’s raised arms,
dropping him down on the 14-inch ram of his cock. Fully
impaled, Edward roared with the beginning of satisfaction.
He felt the Stoker’s thick length stuffed deep inside him. His
own 10-inch cock poled up from the valley where his thighs
wrapped around the Stoker’s muscle-narrowed waist. The
pene tration was complete. What was left was the “focking.”
The Stoker stomped his boots, and the crowd fell back,
as he carried Edward ten paces to the smooth iron cover of a
throbbing engine. He eased Edward’s torso down flat, pull-
ing his rod of cock out to the neck beneath its inflated head
locked inside Edward’s ass-ring. They were poised against
one another, with one another, in some inevitable destiny.
The rhythms of Titanic’s mighty engines be came theirs as