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Titanic! 11

was caged off, lower down on C Deck, to keep them from
reaching middle-class. Titanic was a true so cial micro-
cosm. Ah, well, perhaps my small donation to the lad
would bring me luck with a bruis er of a man.
I grew bolder. A sailor, blond-bearded, short and
barrel-chested, stood insouciant against the rail, his
white uni form bright in the dark. The flap of his trousers
was unbuttoned. His huge cock hung an easy 8 inch es
soft against the down-turned flap. I walked up to him
and touched his beautiful blond beard. He smiled and
sucked my finger into his mouth with his hot wet tongue.
I made love to his bristled face, raking his beard with
my teeth, sucking it with my lips. I dropped one hand
to his cock. The soft, foreskin-hooded, fat shaft began to
rise hydraulically.
“Suck me,” he said.
I looked left and right. Ev erywhere men were tangled
up. No rules applied below deck. I fell to my knees, tongu-
ing and lipping the tip of his cock.
“I said, suck me.” His voice rose deep from his big
hairy balls.
I slid down his uncircumcised cock. He reached
down and unbuttoned my shirt, feeling for my nipples.
His slowly engorging cock hung soft as a long fat slug
waiting for me to suck its 8 inches up to 10. Its skin was
blond-baby soft, softer than vel vet. It rolled to the left of
his groin, hardening under my study. Alive. Pulsing. Its
color in the red light was that fresh-meat pink peculiar
to blond dicks. He flexed his tool like a muscle. It bounced
and rolled. The cockhead peered like an eye from the
circling lid of foreskin. He smelled clean enough, and
nasty enough. I took his meat in my hand and licked my

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