Did I hear Abe thread?

>>22295
wow his... body is perfect.

Needs more Kroenen. So much more Kroenen.

Is fire cock canon?

Thank god for the censor, what if children were around?

No, censorship is important. Think of the children.

Any have anything with Kroenen. Preferably with mask on.

>>22678

I usually don't ship... but that's pretty hot.

Damn some of those are really hot

Sad discovery I made today....
Kroenen cut his pee pee off.

:(

Why would he do that to us?

>>23429

Because he is EVIL.

>>23429
Confirmed for eternal bottom?

>>23429
It was so magnificent, he had it preserved, like Rasputin did:
http://www.4-men.org/rasputins-penis.html

Until we find some Kroenen porn...a nice shot of his ass.

>>23557
He really does have a nice ass...for a guy made of mostly sand and dust...

Here are a couple from the old thread, back when /coq/ and /pco/ were one and the same...

This one is from a fic I posted back then...

Do want. Logic be damned!

Not entirely sure how this will proceed, but I hope that it does.

WOO WOO!

Dohoho.

That's it for the gay. Hope it inspires more!

This one is spoiler'd because it is silly Japanese people stuff.

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Would you look what I found on the last page.

Sorry for no porn to contribute but I just bought this little guy and I love him.

Hi, thread. Long time no see! Here's a repost from back when /coq/ and /pco/ were one. Victorian Peer Pressure. Reworked, added some.
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"G-gentlemen, surely you jest—" His voice wavered.

"Not in the slightest, Caul. I assure you that we are entirely serious," came the steady reply. In the darkened room, surrounded by the four of them, it was difficult to discern from whom the voice came.

Caul started as he felt his cravat loosen around his neck. From another direction, a foreign hand snaked down his chest to unbutton his shirt.

"But what manner of ritual..?" he began, mystified, but stopped as his shirt was splayed open, leaving his chest exposed.

"You wish to be a member of our brotherhood, do you not, Mr. Caul?"

"O-of course I do, but I—for what purpose—" His shirt was tugged off and tossed to the ground, and he shivered at the abrupt exposure of his torso to the open air. He was suddenly keenly aware of a faint scent wafting about the room. Something exotic...

"Every member of the Society must undergo this ceremony. It is a sort of... bonding experience for us," a voice behind him offered congenially. Caul jumped slightly as he felt something graze his backside.

"But is it entirely necessary that I be nude?" Caul returned over his shoulder with a cautious edge of jocularity. His feigned humor was marred by the hitch in his voice as a hand from beside him reached out to stroke his bare side. He withdrew from it, but found his escape blocked by the other men.

"Entirely." The hand's owner allowed it to linger a long moment over Caul's abdomen, then drew it downward to the hem of his trousers and began to unfasten them.

Caul liked to think of himself as a worldly man. He had traversed the globe countless times, had sailed on a ship run by a man who raved about plagues of frogs and the end of days, among stranger things, for years on end. Yet he was still somewhat young, and admittedly naïve in matters of the occult. The esteemed gentlemen now surrounding him at an unnerving proximity were his elders, his superiors—surely they should know exactly the proper procedure for initiating a new member into their own illustrious society.

"I believe you'll find this quite enjoyable," another voice assured him.

He wasn't sure how to properly respond and decided to remain silent. Aided by the hands of his companions, his trousers loosened around his waist, then fell away. The same hands then shot out from the darkness to support his arms, helping him step out of the pile of cloth.

"Yes, fantastic," came a voice from his right, then the first, a deeper one on his left, chimed huskily, "You will be a perfect addition to the Society, my good man."

Another strange hand invading his senses led him to jump a bit, this one caressing the side of his bare rump in a manner most unfit for a modern gentleman.

"P-perhaps," he began, shying from the touch, "Perhaps if you were to explain this ritual of yours to me beforehand, I could—" but stopped as the man in front of him, Ensner perhaps, took hold of his loosened cravat and drew him in closer.

"In order for this ceremony to be performed properly, you must remain silent, my good man," he advised. The men surrounding him chuckled.

Caul glanced apprehensively around at them, their faces obscured by darkness as they moved in closer to the man now clothed in nothing but a disheveled neckcloth.

"Yes, well. I feel a touch... underdressed. Perhaps—" he began, but halted as the man clutching his cravat now pulled it sharply downward, forcing Caul to his knees.

"The ceremony has already begun, Caul. Please, remain quiet," he answered in a tone not unlike that of a teacher chastising an errant student.

Caul fell silent and attempted to cover himself with his hands. These men were his elders. They had seemed accomplished and sophisticated gentlemen in their numerous correspondences; of course they would know very much that he did not about the world into which he sought initiation. If gaining knowledge of the esoteric required a bit of corporeal humiliation, then so be it. Caul drew a deep breath and steadied himself for whatever what about to occur.

There was a shift in the room as the men behind him moved to stand in front, falling in line with the one who had released his hold on Caul's neck. As they passed another hand shot out to trace the curve of his shoulder.

"Dameron, if you please."

"Quite," came the reply, and the hand was removed. They stood before Caul for an interminable moment, scrutinizing, studying what knelt before them. Caul withered under the attention, finally feeling the first inklings of doubt as to the wisdom of deciding to meet with these strange men.

The one directly in front of him drew in a breath, cleared his throat, and spoke in a voice of utter solemnity: "Let us begin."

Caul looked up. In the dim light he could just make out—whoever it was who had spoken—grinning waggishly before palming himself in a rather vulgar manner. He averted his eyes immediately, face reddening.

"Refrain from turning away, Caul. You shall spoil the ceremony." Someone took hold of his chin and turned his head back round. He stiffened a bit to see that the exposed man was closer, much
closer now, close enough that he could hear the heavy breaths emanating from his shadowed form.

Through the darkness Caul could barely make out a quite distinct... shape, straining mightily against the man's trousers, directly in front of his face. Eyes locked on to the sight, he drew a breath to say something, anything, but stopped as he remembered their earlier reprimand.

"Not to worry, my good man, it shall be over before you even know it," one of the others offered, and he wrenched his gaze from the one before him only to find that the others were now in a similar state of
excitation.

"You are so very close, my good man, to all the secrets of the world," the deeper voice encouraged, its owner clutching and pawing obscenely at himself. "You need only join with us to partake of it all."

Face flushed, Caul stared at the floor. The secrets of the world. Just within reach, after all these years of searching, wondering—why did he feel he so warm all of a sudden?

"Perhaps your incense has already begun its work," murmured one of the voices.

A gentle hand cupped Caul's cheek and tilted his face upward. His vision swam deliriously with the shadowed shapes before him.

"It seems so. Keep your chin up, boy. I believe you'll find it will make this a great deal more enjoyable for all of us," he chuckled, and the others responded in kind.

Caul licked his lips, finding himself intensely thirsty all of a sudden.

"Yes, that's the spirit." The man in front of him reached down, undid his own trousers, and pulled himself out.

Caul blanched at the sight, eyes wide.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, chap," the other muttered, taking a step toward him. "Get on with it, then."

It was obvious what he wanted—Caul was not completely naïve—but still he hesitated. Another step and it stood mere inches from his face.

"I'm disappointed, Langdon," the one before him began stroking himself lazily, "I had so hoped to invite you on one of our latest intellectual expeditions..."

Caul squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward, silencing the older man. He parted his mouth a bit and shot out a tentative tongue, wincing as it connected with the stiff flesh, as the man connected to it shuddered a mild curse and drew in closer.

"Yes, yes, just like that, but more," he encouraged, previous disappointment forgotten.

Caul took a deep breath, and leaned into the resistance, sliding his lips slowly up and down the shaft. The secrets of the world. The flesh against his tongue twitched and pulsed faintly. The world's most illustrious order of Occult Scientists, and he was to become a part of it..! It felt hot and foreign beneath his tongue.

"More," Ensner demanded, his breath now a bit ragged. A good sign, perhaps? As worldly as Caul was, and as adventurous as his previous captain had been, he had never had occasion to indulge thusly in the same sex, and could only guess that what he would find stimulating so would the older man.

Tracing a light line along the underside of the gentleman's member, he reached its end and wrapped his mouth around the very tip, suckling tentatively at the sensitive flesh.

A moan reached his ears from a few feet away, and Caul's eyes shot open. Craning his neck a bit he could see the rest of the men staring in rapt attention at the display, errant hands grasping at themselves
through their clothing.

"Mmnh, no, no, no. You give head like a woman. Take it in your mouth, boy."

Caul's attention snapped back to the man in his mouth. Just how much could he take? he wondered. Drawing a deep breath, he sank his mouth down on the older man's shaft, finding himself not entirely disliking the sensation of the stiffness filling his mouth. He felt a hand lightly stroking the back of his head.

"Y-yes... take it all."

The hands running shakily through his hair suddenly grasped at it, tangling in his curled locks and finding purchase. Head held firmly in place by the man before him, he felt it withdraw and push deeper and deeper toward his throat. After a few seconds of this, his body began to rebel and he gagged helplessly at the intrusion but Ensner seemed not to mind in the slightest.

"Aa-aahnn... g-good lord, yes..."

In his periphery Caul could see the others still watching, only now attending to their own exposed selves, seemingly enjoying the ceremony just as much as Ensner was.

"C..capital, my good man. I'd say you're taking to this like a.. uhh! A f-fish to water..." Ensner murmured, his grip in Caul's hair loosening. "I say, Edward, you really must try this," and with that the intrusion in his mouth was removed, leaving a long wet trail on his chin.

Before he could react the men shifted and the object was replaced with another, this one thicker and with a slightly different taste. He struggled to accommodate it, hands reaching up to grip the man's waist for support, tentatively bobbing his head up and down along the shaft. He lightly grazed his teeth along its length and felt Edward's entire body shudder.

"Ahh. Quite a catch, this one," Edward enthused after a few moments' ministrations, stroking Caul's hair. "Dameron? Would you care for a taste?"

"Indeed," came the reply, and yet again his mouth was emptied and filled. His jaw was beginning to ache from the exertion; how long had they been at it? He suckled at the solid flesh but soon found that Dameron was not content to remain idle. Hands steadying Caul's head, his hips rocked steadily and deeply toward the other's throat. Caul's eyes began to water.

"McWhirter? Would you like some?" Dameron offered breathlessly but politely, getting a few last halting pumps in before pulling out.

Caul's eyes trailed over to the last of them, furiously rubbing himself a few feet away.

"N-n-no..." McWhirter managed to gasp, "I... I rather enjoy—uhnn!... watching."

"Well, then," Ensner began with a chuckle. "I've seniority, gentlemen, you all know the procedure." The others stepped back as he positioned himself in front of Caul again, guiding himself back into the waiting mouth.

Threading his fingers through Caul's thick hair yet again, he held his head in place, sliding slowly in and out of the hot wetness of his mouth. Caul's tongue rose to meet the intrusion, exploring the throbbing flesh, wondering how much longer it could possibly take for them to—

"Yes, yes, just a bit more, just a bit..." Ensner seemed to lose all self-restraint, his hips jerking madly back and forth, engorged length intruding deeper, faster than before.

The men surrounding them moaned appreciatively.

Caul was suddenly acutely aware of how sore his knees were, and how close the other bodies suddenly seemed. They leaned in close to him, fully engorged and now manipulating each other with their hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, listening to their deep moans, the wet slapping of skin against skin, trying to focus, straining to keep up with Ensner's erratic movements, to reciprocate, to push the older man just far enough to—

"Uuhhn..." a deep groan from his right, and a splash of warm wetness connected with his face.

"Ohh, yes, yes, yesyesyes!" another, this time from his left, painting the other side of his face with the thick fluid.

Still Ensner bucked desperately into his mouth, panting now, seemingly close to the brink.

"Mmmhh," a third articulated, and another splash of warmth hit his chin, running slowly down his throat. Ensner's pace became frantic.

"Ohh, oh yes," Ensner shuddered, spending himself in Caul's mouth. "Good lord."

He pulled out of Caul's mouth, leaving the shocked young man to kneel there, nude, chest heaving, mouth agape.

Ensner tucked himself back into his trousers, then drew a handkerchief from his coat pocket, offering it to Caul. Though he relished the sight of the panting man covered in their collective... fluids, to leave him thus just wouldn't be gentlemanly.

"Oh, do close your mouth. You look like a fish kneeling there with your mouth open wide like that."

Caul blinked, then gulped instinctively, but shuddered at the taste. He took the handkerchief and began to clean himself up.

"Are... are we quite finished?" he asked wearily.

As he blotted at his face he opened his eyes to see his colleagues standing over him, fully clothed now, but still staring expectantly—almost hungrily—at him. He followed their pointed gaze to his exposed waist, reddened, and covered himself in shame.

"Oh, I believe we are. As for you, on the other hand..." The others descended upon him.

>>36023
Fuck yes, I remember suggesting this. Man, that was a great thread. Still love that fic.

I am a horrible person.

Any Lobster Johnson even though he probably didn't have time for that stuff when he was punching nazi gorilla ghost aliens in the face?