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Titanic! 13

the skin of the shaft down, popping the huge mushroom
head of his enormous cock free of the envelope of his
foreskin.
“Suck me.” He said it the way I’m sure he said it to
Amsterdam whores. I could tell that his cock was the
center of his blond, beard ed, well-built being. He had the
ruggedly handsome look of a man who always got what
he wanted sexually.
With no trouble at all.
Especially from me. I took the bulbous head of his
dick into my mouth. Its hard volume plugged my face.
I worked his uncut head in and out. His fully stiff cock
stood the length of my two hands ful between my crossed
eyes. He was a choker. He knew it. He liked it. My tongue
fucked his piss-slit. He moaned. I bit lightly on his head.
He moaned louder. I chewed the head of his cock. He
slapped the side of my head with his cal loused hand.
“Suck me,” he commanded. “Go down on me.” A litany
of profanity spilled out. “Swallow my big hard blond
cock all the way down your bloody throat till you feel
the bloody hairs in my crotch scratch your bloody nose.”
I obeyed. I took him inch by inch, swallowing, sa-
voring slowly the masculine taste and soft skin of his
strong cock.
“I said, suck it!” He liked fast, robust sucks. He put
his giant hands on the back of my head, curled his tough
fingers into my hair, and jammed me into a nose-dive
down to the base of his steel rod. In and out, working
his dick like the pistons ramming Titanic engines, bat-
tering my throat, tears watering from my eyes, spit and
cockjuice drooling from my mouth, my nose foaming, my
voice choked to groaning that grew louder the harder he

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