Chapter 1.

In War, Truth is always the first casualty.

PHILADELPHIA.

NOVEMBER1939.

“Don’t worry Johnnie, it won’t bite.”

Johnnie didn’t look up at the Voice. He drew a breath and took the cock in his mouth. The cock was a bit too thick for comfort. At twenty-one Johnnie Torrio wasn’t an amateur at this game. He had been sucking cocks, and more, since he was fifteen. He had sucked them all; white, black, young, old; those that took forever to cum, those that came too fast; those that dribbled, those that spurted. He liked cock sucking. He liked sex. Sex with men who paid, he liked best of all.

The Voice was rocking backward and forward pushing his fat and uncircumcised cock into the back of Johnnie’s throat.

Johnnie hated that. The Voice always did it and it always made him gag. He knew he couldn’t complain, or even suggest another technique. The Voice liked it this way and the customer was always right.

The alley was dark except for the light at the end. The door to the warehouse was well known to Johnnie and was his place of business. The other boys all had their own nooks and crannies for earning their livings. The alley ran through the docks area.

The good old docks; life blood to Philadelphia and like docks around the world, the scene for quick commercial sex since Adam stated cheating on Eve.

Johnnie was able to fight off the gagging in his throat as the rocking got faster.

“Hey, Johnnie, ain’t ya gonna jerk yourself off?”

Johnnie ignored the question. From experience, he knew that when the Voice started to talk he was ready to blow.

The rocking grew faster. Johnnie felt the cock suddenly get harder and longer. The foreskin started to peel back and the head of the cock was banging against the back of his throat.

“Shit, boy, you sure give the best head I can get in Philadelphia. You’re as good as some of them boys in New York.”

Johnnie’s heart sank. He realized that he had his new blue sweater on. In his haste to get the job started (the Voice tended to like new mouths) he had forgotten to take his sweater off. Now he had to take the full blast in his mouth, to avoid soiling his sweater. A cum splattered sweater would not pass unnoticed by his mother.

“Here we go!” cried the Voice, loudly.

The flood came in two parts. A small and oily first explosion followed seconds later by a seriously large ejaculation. Johnnie tightened his cheeks in a pumping action and just pushed the salty fluid down his throat.

“Keep going,” ordered the Voice

Johnnie pumped his cheeks and started his tongue on the clean up operation around the head of the cock. Under the foreskin and basically around the cock, small and thick as it was. Now for the charm.

“How was that?” said Johnnie, with a smile.

The voice was happy, as always.

“You’re the best Johnnie. You know, I think of you sucking me off when I’m screwing my wife. It keeps me hard.”

“Happy to be of service, to you and your wife.”

The money was paid and the Voice resumed his commercial traveler’s respectability.

“Johnnie, I like you,