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Titanic! 27

As soon as he came, he was gone. Another sailor dived
on my dick. I guided him to my nuts. Other hands, other
tongues licked cum from my torso. In the hot sea of sex
surging about me, I thanked God I was tall. I wanted to
be head and shoulders above them all so not to lose the
vision of the Stoker’s dick, ob scenely white against his
coal-skin, pistoning Edward’s mouth. Edward always
swallowed my 8-inches easily, and the Stoker had an
easy 8 inches snaked down his throat. Edward, ever
the sexual athlete, ever wanting more, was face-to-face
with more. The Stoker had plumbed his throat with his
first 8-inches and had 6 inches more of thick, hard cock
to drive home.
I thought to call a halt, but in the dark night of the
hold, the fires blazing in the furnaces, I knew what
would seem in first-class as brutality was in truth the
intense engagement of two men locked in sexual ritual
older than prehistory, older than the gods, older than the
Titans themselves. Besides, Edward was a strong, ath letic
sportsman who knew how to handle himself. He hardly
needed me to climb through the invisible ropes of the
invisible ring to referee a stop to the match.
For a moment, I saw his eyes, staring, between the
Stoker’s arms, down the fat 6-inch tube of re maining
cock, determined to bury his nose in the muscular giant’s
curling crotch hair or die trying. Something, a lightning,
as much lust as courage, flashed in his eyes. He gulped.
The Stoker, not insensitive, drove a 9th inch slowly down
into Edward.
Something clicked between them.
The Stoker seemed suddenly almost tender. More
than he want ed to “fock” Edward by storm, he wanted

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