Page 52 - Titanic: The Untold Tale of Gay Passengers and Crew

38 Jack Fritscher

The two seamen got a high-speed, top-knot run for
their mon ey. I was every inch as much a cocksucker as they
were face-fuckers. Edward had said he loved me because I
was never passive, always active, even with his 10-inch oar
rowing my deep ass. Brice and Max got the same treatment.
I clicked my jaw down another notch and suctioned both
their cocks into my mouth, holding them both hardon in
my stuffed cheeks. They fucked together. Their side-by-side
dicks alternately chugged my cheeks. Two man-size cocks,
ship mates, buddies, silent lovers never speaking their own
names, dick-to-dick, shaft-sliding slick, neck and neck, their
matched 9-inch naval “short arms,” fisted at the top with
almost twin heads, wrestling cock-to-cock for advantage in
the fighting arena of my mouth. What a bout! What a scrap!
My mouth felt like a writh ing snake pit inside a boxer’s
punching bag.
In tandem, they slow-jabbed my face, Brice pummeling
my cheeks, Max driving deeper, outdistancing Brice, his
cockhead jamming the back of my mouth, stretching open
the O-ring to my throat, pulling back behind Brice, taking
my left cheek away from him, forcing him to my right cheek,
their rods crossed like duellists’ swords across my flat tongue,
Brice fighting back, both cocks, competing, head next to
head, stuffing my left cheek, ram ming together, foaming my
salivat ing mouth with their dripping cock slits, the licorice-
sweet ab sinthe running deep fire down my throat, hungry
for the depth-plunge, eager for the cheek joust, lusting for
their combined 18 inches working my face, half ex pecting
their cockheads to ram through the smooth plate of both my
cheeks, crisscrossed cocks, smooth cheeks, gaping mouth,
startled eyes.
That image of penis-rampant clicked in the back of my