his face.

“Your turn,” he said.

At this moment, Number Two started grunting in short sharp bursts, swearing and cursing as he came.

The onlookers with the glowing eyes moved in toward Billy. The older guy put his cock into Billy’s mouth.

“Use your tongue on the head; keep the foreskin over the head. Use your tongue, you dumb fuck!”

The older guy was used to giving orders. Another one of LA’s finest.

“Jack, you want to fuck him?”

“Too messy for me.”

“You!” said the older guy.

Jesus looked blankly at him

“Get that big Mexican cock of yours up this guy’s ass, pronto.”

Jesus went behind Billy. Picking up the Vaseline jar he put a full handful of it into Billy’s loosening hole, and onto his own cock.

Billy was wearing his white top. The Navy pants were on the floor, along with the cap. Billy always looked a treat in his costume US Navy uniform.

Jesus immediately went hard when he pushed his cock through the wall of Vaseline and into Billy's ass. It was not the first time he had done this to Billy.

The older guy's cock in Billy's mouth was getting close to blowing. Jesus kept looking at the guy facing him and at Billy.

“Maybe Billy should join the Navy,” thought Jesus, “to get away from shit like these guys.”

He really does look good in the uniform. Everyone looks good in that uniform.

“Holy fuck! I'm gonna cum,” yelled the older guy.

“Of course,” thought Jesus, “that won't happen. The Navy doesn't take deaf mutes.”

"This means war"

Franklin Delano Roosevelt 9.30pm December 6 1941, in response to reading the final decoded Japanese message.

 

Chippewa County

Wisconsin

December 1940

 

The photo of Rudolph Valentino-the studio shot, taken from 'The Sheik'- was taken out of its envelope, carefully. Securely hidden in the hayloft, the photo was Pauli's connection to the world he wanted. The world of handsome men and beautiful clothes; a world far away from a Wisconsin dairy farm. The hay barn was warmer than the rest of the snow covered dairy farm of the Sorensen family.

Pauli took off all his clothes and lay down in the hay. He put the photo of Valentino in a position where he could see it and slowly began to stroke his cock. By taking the foreskin in his fist and slowly rubbing it slightly over the head of his cock, he quickly achieved an erection. Closing his eyes he imagined the Sheik lying down next to him. He thought of Valentino's Latin skin and sensuous mouth. The idea of that mouth going over his cock hardened him further. The tongue gliding across his pale white skin, his blond pubic hair, down the crevice where his balls touch the thigh and onto the outer limits of his ass, to the skin which grows no hair.

Pauli farted and giggled. He stopped masturbating and looked at the photo.