scrotum, between the two walnut sized balls and on toward the pink and still moist hole.

“Oh God, cried the doctor. Clearly, this was even better than delivering a baby.

Brian pressed on with his tongue…in…out…around with the flat of his tongue…back in with the point.

“How are ya comin’ along there, Doc, old pal?”

Brian chuckled as he put his tongue back into the pink and wet hole. The doctor was now working his quite handsome cock. Brian could hear him breathing heavily. He started to move his hips in time with his masturbation. Brian just kept poking and licking. Like a gynecologist pushing a baby into just the right position, Brian just kept going and going.

“Oh God, I’m cumming,” the doctor cried loudly.

Brian pushed his whole face into the doctor’s ass and went like a piston. Along column of cum flew from the doctor’s cock and landed in a line from his breastbone to his navel. Brian didn’t stop and the hand kept pumping, but no more came.

Brian gently put the legs down and lay back on the Persian carpet. He looked up at the doctor while he slowly kept his own cock hard.

“I’m happy to wait around while you get ready for another go, if you want. I’ve never been fucked on a desk before.

The doctor’s smile gave all the answer that Brian needed.

“You guys got anything planned for the night? Big Bill was placing the beers on the table.”

“No-one wants to sleep on board tonight, I know that for sure,” said Dan.

Bill looked at Elton, who returned the look. Neither said a word.

“Well, it’s early yet,” said Bill with his usual smile and happy disposition.

Johnnie got up from the table as Big Bill returned to the Bar. He walked up to a civilian in a white shirt and started to talk to him like an old friend. An old friend from a week ago.

Pauli watched the two of them as he sipped his beer. After a minute he got up and went to the toilet. Elton picked up all the empty plates on the table, force of habit, and returned them to the Grill.

Dan and Jesus sat silently drinking their beers.

“Dan, said Jesus, before the others come back, what would think of making a bit of money on the side?”

“Doing what?”

“Posing for some photos; nude photos.”

Dan finished his beer and looked at Jesus.

“Where did this idea come from?”

“My amigo Ricky. You know him, He’s on the Lexington. He has already done it. Got fifty dollars for an afternoon. More than Uncle Sam pays us.”

“Who take the photos?”

“Americans. Mainlanders. There are three of them. Two taking the pictures and George. He’s the boss. Ricky says that he is not the only sailor they have photographed.”

“Get Ricky over here”

As Jesus pushed through the crowd to reach Ricky in the dark corner, he moved past Johnnie and his civilian.

“This one?” said Johnnie

“No.”

Jesus smiled at Johnnie and paid no attention to these three words.

“Fifty bucks would be useful, thought Dan. Lots of money in porn. New York is full of it. I suppose sailors