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Titanic! 7

cannon all across the new rose carpet of Titanic.
Maniacs, we fell in a tangle, in a peerage of sex, upon
one of the single beds, all three of us, equal, grown young
men, in a sweaty pant, huffing and puffing, laughing and
eating cum from fin gers and chests and moustaches and
flopping wet cocks. Edward was so jolly. He lifted Felix’s
perfect redhead’s dick, its thickness in sausage propor-
tion to its length.
“You, Felix, are truly titan ic!”
He broke out three cigars and we lay abed, smoking
peacefully, talking and cuddling, comparing cocks, and
doing everything en core, on that our first night at sea as
Titanic sped through the dark waters of the North At-
lantic, toward America, toward New York, toward home.
“Titanic,” Molly Brown asked. “What does it mean?”
“The Titans were rebellious gods who were too big for
their britches,” Edward said. “They wished to overturn
the established order.”
“Good for them,” Molly said.
“I think rather,” I said, “the ship is named for Titania.”
“Who’s she?” Molly asked. “Should I meet her?”
“She’s the queen of the faeries,” Edward said. “Shake-
speare.” Edward was evening the score for my teasing
him. “You already know her, but her name this time is
Michael.” He pointed at me.
“Then, Michael,” Molly said, “I add you to the list of
royalty of my recent acquaintance.”
“Queen Michael,” Edward said, working his ven-
geance on me for laughing at Molly’s dubbing him “Eddy
Weddy.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said. “No man should ever be
called a queen.”

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