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deep-chest, tight biceps, moon rump, and thick thighs
that left no room for his hardening cock to be decent in
a first-class suite.
I could see in his green eyes the cautious, yet confi-
dent, look the lower classes have, because they know
they’re what the upper classes seek most when they
slip out on the slum. In heaven or hell, or on the water,
there’s nothing more attractive to a rich man than a
lower-class stud, even one bet tering himself by choosing
to be a purser rather than a shov eler in the boiler room.
Felix Jones had had enough of coal in Wales. On the high
seas, he had a taste for serving young gen tlemen.
Edward took a step toward Felix, reached around
him, locked the door, and groped his hand along the shiny
length of the well-trained purser’s un trained, hard cock.
Felix’s head rolled back on his strong neck. I unbut toned
his shirt and brushed my nose through the surprise of
thick red hair cov ering his chest, lick ing into his sweat-
sweet armpits, and tonguing his nipples.
Edward unbuttoned the man’s trousers, springing
out a 9-inch cock, the alabaster white kind twined with
thick blue veins peculiar to translucent penises rooted
in a thatch of hickory-red hair. We were all three quickly
stripped naked as the Queen’s Guard at bath call. Edward
fell to his knees suck ing Felix’s thick shaft, no gagging
or gurgling, merely smooth moves, sliding his face down
on the purser’s hard cock, as naturally as he had taken
to the long oar in sculling on the Thames where I had
only dared punt.
I stood on the bed and shoved my fat dick down the
redhead’s mouth, glorying in the sensation of his thick red
moustache bris tling, brushing my cock topside. With my

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