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30 Jack Fritscher

into Edward’s ass, both of them roaring, each man making
a match for the other, two animals locked in heat, flames
from the belching furnaces lighting them, fucking like
demons in the hot bowels of Hades.
The Stoker’s steady cock was 7, then 8, then 9 inches
plumb-deep in Edward’s trembling body as their faces
passed, longitude and latitude. The Stoker held Edward
eye-to-eye.
“I fock you now.”
“Fock me!” A beast inside my civilized Edward
shouted.
A large bead of envy surged to the head of my en-
gorged cock. Never had I conjured such lust in him; but
my heart was glad he had found it in his daring self.
The Stoker, sweat running rivers from his armpits,
grunted. His square teeth, separate as short pickets,
grinned.
Edward grinned back. “Fock me!”
The Stoker spit a flume as white as cum.
Edward’s face dripped. “Fock me!”
The Stoker slipped his big hands up Edward’s raised
arms, dropping him down on the 14-inch ram of his
cock. Fully impaled, Edward roared with the beginning
of satisfaction. He felt the Stoker’s thick length stuffed
deep inside him. His own 10-inch cock poled up from the
valley where his thighs wrapped around the Stoker’s
muscle-narrowed waist. The pene tration was complete.
What was left was the “focking.”
The Stoker stomped his boots, and the crowd fell
back, as he carried Edward ten paces to the smooth iron
cover of a throbbing engine. He eased Edward’s torso
down flat, pulling his rod of cock out to the neck beneath

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