Sun was setting on Southern Louisiana and Elton’s mind was far away from the poor boy pounding away at him, quietly straining and moaning. In recent weeks a steady difficulty in cumming had crept over Harold. Being the person he was, he sought to solve the matter by fucking harder and longer; thus the little arrangement with the rice bags. This was making Elton uncomfortable and he sensed a developing problem.

Harold was seriously well hung. Although Elton was bigger, he was not that much bigger. This meant a very energetic servicing about three times a week. Harold gave no indication of tiring of this activity, despite his developing difficulties. Biblical injunctions did not weigh much with Harold when the other tray contained Elton’s jet black buttocks and unavoidable anus.

Harold’s hands grabbed Elton’s hips tightly. His fingers dug in as he increased his stroke rate. The fear and horror of the black skin had to be overlooked to maximize the orgasm.

The cum flooded Elton’s anus, some dribbling out and rolling down his thigh. Harold kept pounding away.

“I have to get out of Louisiana,” Elton thought; “but where can I go?”


“Your boys are not going to be sent into any foreign wars”
Franklin Delano Roosevelt. 1940.


NEW YORK CITY
JANUARY 1940.


“Why do you have to go and join the Navy, Dan?” The question brought tears to Jake’s eyes.

“I want to go to war. America will fight Hitler and I want to be part of it. We’ve been over this a dozen times, Jake.”

The roof top on the Lower East Side tenement was like thousands of other New York roof tops in January; cold and wet, but dark and deserted.

“You can join too. We’ll go together,” said Dan.

Jake didn’t answer. He had eighteen months to go before he graduated High School. Dropping out of school was impossible. His family would prefer that he lost an arm rather than not graduate. Jewish families were good like that. They really appreciated education.

“Look Jake, I’ll likely end up across the river in the Brooklyn Naval Yard, in an office. I’m a smart Jew with half a college education, the Navy needs guys like me to make the papers move correctly. Ships float on water but navies sail on paper.”

Jake knew that he couldn’t argue with Dan. He was just too sharp, too determined and too attractive.

“How are you going to live without my big cock, Mr. Smart Jew?” Jake was half laughing.

The sun had disappeared into the West and the cold winds turned colder.

“Jake, in the navy, every guy brings his own cock with him. Don’t you pay any attention during biology class?”

They both laughed.

“I love you Dan Horowitz, and I know you love me. Since I first saw you in High School I have been in love with you. We have not been apart in three years, barely a day in three years. This is going to be very hard on me when you go.”

Jake’s eyes were full of tears.

“I know all this, said Dan. It won’t be easy for me, either, but I must do it. Please help me to do this.”

Jake moved into Dan’s arms and they kissed. Both cried silently. Their tears mixed as they