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    Gus's gentle snore interrupted his thoughts as he caressed the boy one last time, leaning in to sniff him, to store his scent to add color to his future fantasies. With the recollection of his smell would come the vision of his face, and his pale body which excited him so. As if in confirmation, his prick began to swell again. He pulled the blanket up over the sleeping Gus and swept a recalcitrant strand of hairs from his eyes before going to the door of the cabin and letting himself out quietly. He knew Gus would be all right now. He had tried. And failed. It was a noble failure for it had taught him how precious his life was. He would not do it again.
    In the passageway, Einarr had no idea which direction to take, standing indecisively until the sound of a cabin door opening spurred him in the opposite direction. He did not want to be seen and it would be very difficult to miss a giant naked troll walking about your passageway. But in fleeing one passenger, he rounded a corner and ran into another. A drunken young man was attempting to open his cabin door and having no success when Einarr almost fell over him. The young man was speechless, believing the troll to be his drunken fantasy. He reached out to touch what he believed was an apparition caused by a too plentiful consumption of booze. When his fingers touched flesh he didn't hesitate to move lower and wrap his hand around the magnificent cock that dangled half hard from below the washboard stomach. He was scared if he let go the stranger might disappear.
    The feel of a warm hand around his privates, stroking him, transfixed Einarr. He was hard in no time and impatient to continue this very private encounter out of the public thoroughfare. But the drunken man was distracted, attempting to unlock the door of his cabin, Einarr grabbed the keys and expertly had the door open in no time at all. They almost fell into the cabin where the drunk sank to his knees and had Einarr's ample cock in his mouth before he could protest. As the stranger sucked expertly at his shaft and his balls, Einarr wondered why he had been intending to protest. He loved the feeling of a human mouth wrapped around his cock. He wondered why anything so pleasurable was so forbidden.
    Then he remembered it was usually him who did the sucking, usually him down on his knees. When trolls came visiting, it was always Einarr who was on the receiving end. There was never any reciprocation but now a human male was pleasuring him with his mouth. He began to wonder if he was still asleep in his bed inside the mountain and this was all a very erotic dream that would result in him waking up all sticky so he had to wash himself with a cold flannel before he could get back to sleep.
    Holding the back of the man's head he began to push his prick farther into his throat but he gagged and Einarr released him to let him set his own pace. The feeling was exquisite, no wonder trolls had taken to popping in unannounced at Einarr's for a bit of fun. He'd gotten a reputation for his skills. He wondered whether he was as good as the man on his knees sucking his balls dry. Perhaps he would get the chance to ask if they later traded positions.
    It wasn't to be. When Einarr could hold off no longer, he shot great streams of sperm which the young man gulped down hungrily. When he'd sucked every drop out and even licked up the residue from the head of Einarr's prick, he rose unsteadily to his feet and flopped face down on his bunk. There would be no reciprocation tonight.
    It would be good if he could find the galley for he realized he hadn't eaten in the past one hundred and fifty years except for that snack of fermented goat's head he got up for when he was feeling peckish about sixty years back. He stumbled along the quiet passageway, trying a few doors but they were always locked.
    The law of averages was working in his favor because, eventually, he found a doorway that opened. There were no shrieks of surprise, no men