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20 Jack Fritscher

broad shoul ders. The two men stood stripped to the waist,
squared off, stanced like men who are about to make love
like fighters. The Stoker raised both his massive arms,
flex ing them the way I had seen Mr. Sandow exhibit his
biceps in a gentlemen’s salon in London. Eu gen Sandow,
having set the fash ion for physique posing, would have
fled back to Germany had he seen the Stoker’s arms, his
sweaty armpits, and the twin mountains of his nipple-
crowned chest. He low ered his challenging arms and
stroked one hand across his hairy pectorals and down
his sculpted hairy belly, stopping only when his big hand
cupped his crotch.
Edward reached for his wal let and placed a hundred
pound note on a box halfway between them.
The Stoker nudged a coal-heaver next to him who
picked up the bill. “That’s for what hardness you seen,”
the Stoker said. His accent was Czech, but his English
was clear. “What else depends.”
“Depends on what?” Edward, ever undaunted, was
especially bold with a hardon.
“Depends on what you got.” He groped his grimy
crotch, bouncing his almost visible cock and balls.
“Depends on what you want.”
The surrounding coal-heav ers and more than several
slum ming gentlemen laughed.
Like a gambler with an ace in the hole, Edward
palmed his hard 10-inch cock, exhibiting its outline in
his trousers.
The laughter stopped dead in the water.
Except for the Stoker. “I eat that for snack.”
Edward was expert at fenc ing. He took a step for-
ward, clos ing the distance between them, and parried.

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