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26 Jack Fritscher

a happy death with his limbs all over the place. Slowly,
savoring his dripping gus to, the Stoker drove the full cir-
cumference of his dickhead into Edward’s open mouth,
hungry for the only thing he had ever hun gered for in
all his privileged life. First-class dining was not upstairs.
Downstairs, real life teemed.
The Stoker’s roar caused two men boxing hardon-
naked fifty feet away to stop their bare-knuckle fisticuffs.
Edward ate the apple-sized dickhead like Adam swal-
lowing in Eden. He dropped his jaw, fearful of scraping the
giant’s meat. The Stoker’s hairy body flexed, driv ing his
fist-dick in short, quick jabs and longer punches deeper
into Edward’s salivating mouth. Spit and sweat and lube
dripped shiny down Edward’s fine pecto rals and belly. He
put his hands on the Stoker’s huge thighs.
“You like my focking, uh?” He finger-locked his thick
hands around Edward’s head, hands so big I could see
only Edward’s nose and his straining mouth as the
Stoker drove inch upon inch of his bat tering ram, in, into
Edward, al ways in, never pulling back an inch, choke-
fucking his face, pulling finally back, pumping in and out,
teasing open the back of Edward’s mouth, the top of the
tunnel of his throat, the hot, wet, tight throat where the
Stoker aimed to plant the root of his cock that no man
had ever swallowed whole before.
If a man has moments, Ed ward, I knew, kneeling
between the grimy Stoker’s legs, was having a night to
remember all his life. My own cock was so close to cum-
ing, I pulled the blond sailor off my dick and set him to
work on my balls. Almost instantly, that triggered him.
He rose up, a hand some devil, brandishing his long,
hard cock, and shot ropes of white sperm up my belly.

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