his cock settled and slipped out from Harry’s ass.

Brian lay there, silent and motionless, looking at the rain pouring onto the window panes.

Water.

The Water of Life.

And Death.


“It is generally believed that shutting off the American supply of petroleum to Japan…would immediately involve us in a Pacific war”.
Memo to President Roosevelt
Admiral Richard Turner July 22 1941


Los Angeles
California
June 1940.


The evening orgy at the Lawrence Club was famous in Los Angeles, at least among certain Hollywood elements. Out of work extras from the studios, certain approved hustlers from Santa Monica, underpaid farm boys, handsome boys who came to Hollywood for movie careers, all gathered at the downtown club, just off Sunset Boulevard around four in the afternoon.

The building was three stories of music, food, dark rooms and darker deeds. The reputation of the management did not encourage misbehavior by the workers.

Jesus Segrado had worked on and off at the club since he was seventeen. At twenty he knew his way around Los Angeles and a man’s body. Mexicans were still exotic in Los Angeles in 1940; even those born there, like Jesus. He was a popular fixture at the evening frolics as they were known.

“Hey, Pedro.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah whatever, get into the back room and strut your stuff.”

The goon was not a man to argue with.

Entering the backroom Jesus could not see anything for a few moments as his eyes adjusted to the deep darkness. He heard plenty.

The moaning of men about to cum, mixed with the familiar sound of crotch slamming into buttock. The one very dim light near the inside door that lead to the ‘Tunnel of Love’ enabled Jesus to see Billy, bent over a purpose built piece of furniture, being vigorously fucked, doggy style, by an Academy Award winner. Two other guys were standing next to Billy’s impaled torso waiting their turn.

As Jesus turned away, a hand fell onto his shoulder and pushed him down. He went to his knees without resistance. The cock was pushed, roughly and hastily, into his mouth. A burst of cum shot straight into his mouth. Momentarily, he gagged.

“Thanks kid. I’ve been at this fuckin’ old cock of mine for half an hour and I didn’t want to make a mess on the floor. So, you swallow that and don’t spit it out on the floor.”

The gagging of his throat had taken Jesus by surprise and he had accidentally swallowed the cum before the guy had finished talking.

Getting up from his knees, Jesus looked over at Billy. Number Two was entering Billy, having been warmed up by the Oscar performer. Number Three was playing with Billy’s cock.

“Will you check the tool on this guy!” cried the Oscar winner.

Billy’s very impressive Texan cock was rigid and straining, despite the serious hammering his ass was taking from Number Two.

This attracted the attention of two other onlookers, whose eyes glowed in the semi dark like wolves in the night.

“Hey Sarge, what’s the mouth like?”

“Give me a minute and you can take the temperature yourself.”

On cue, the Sarge pulled his cock from Billy’s mouth and turning the boy’s head up he came straight onto