His name was Blake Porter. He graduated Hollywood High School in 1931. His Yearbook voted him the guy most likely to become a movie star and they were right. Blake had dark blond hair, stands at 6 foot 2 and, because of his years on the swim team, his body was rocked with muscles. This is how he became a movie legend:

But his good looks weren't enough. None of the major studios would give him a tumble. He tried MGM, Fox, Paramount, Universal, even Radio Pictures later known as RKO. They took his 8 by 10, but that was as far as it went. By 1935, he was totally dejected. He would try one more studio, Monogram, then give up. Digging into his pocket for the 7 cent streetcar fare, he rode as close as he could get to the Studio. He got off the streetcar, and still needed to walk over a mile to the studio.

It was hot in Los Angeles that afternoon, and soon Blake peeled off his sweaty tee shirt. His muscled body glistened with sweat. As he walked, a car stopped next to him. "Need a lift?" the driver said.

Blake thanked the guy and told him where he was going. "This is your lucky day, buddy, because I'm a cameraman there!" the driver said.

Blake slid into the car, attempting to put his shirt back on. "Forget that, friend. It's too damned hot anyway. I'm Ben. And you are?" Blake gave him his name.

Blake noticed that the guy was not much older than himself. He had black hair and a mustache. Maybe he was a few pounds overweight. but since he worked at the studio, he looked aces to Blake, and he liked what he saw. They talked during the ride. Ben had spread his legs, and Blake saw a nice hard bulge in the front of his shorts. Blake plaved his hand over the lump, and the guy moaned. he reached down and unbuttoned himself. He reached in and pulled out his stiff cock. "Blow me," he told Blake. Blake moved his mouth over Ben's crotch and, avoiding the steering wheel, took Ben's cock into his mouth. It didn't take long. They slowed down while Ben unloaded his load of cum into Blake's mouth.

After Ben buttoned up, he said he was working on a picture that the studio hoped would be as successful as the Tarzan movies. Ben offered to put in a good word for Blake. By the time they got to the gate, Blake was convinced he had a job!

The title of this 1935 movie was 'Peril in the Jungle' It was the standard swing-from-the-trees, and swimming in the river to stab alligators. The B-list studio was trying to give all those 'Tarzan' movies a run for their money, but it was still no Academy Award winning studio.

Ben was good to his word, and introduced Blake to the casting director. Blake was hired that afternoon along with two other actors. Given a copy of the script, Blake headed for the dressing room, a ramshackle trailer on the backlot of the studio. He stripped down and saw a tiny pair 'modesty trunks' He slipped into them, then at himself in the full-length mirror before he put on this loincloth.

"Hell, there's no 'modesty' in these shorts if I pop a hard on!" he laughed to himself as Rick Smith, one of the other men also cast, entered the trailer. He was wearing just a loincloth over briefs the same as Blake. Rick was sure a cutie, thought Blake, as they introduced themselves. Rick had been of the swimmers in the 1932 Olympics in Los Angeles.

"What a crock," he said looking at Blake. "I was the Olympics in '32 and then a guy named Ben 'discovered' me waiting tables at The Brown Derby." Blake wondered if Ben often found 'talent' when he wasn't working the camera. "Now I'm an actor at this bottom of the barrel movie studio. Speaking of 'barrels', Blake, yours looks pretty good!"

Standing next to Blake with his hands he grabbed his rump cheeks.

"Hey! What are you doing, Rick?," Blake cried, but even as he said that, his dong started to lengthen. He was soon dripping juice from inside his foreskin. His stiffy was very obvious under the loincloth. Rick's hand slipped under the modesty trunks and rubbed at Blake's hole. Before he even knwe it, Rick, one hand still in Blake's crack, was licking Blake's nipple, which hardened immediately. He shuddered as he felt Rick's rough tongue on his tit.

"Come on, Blake," cajoled Rick. "When was the last time you had someone eat your cream? I knew you were a Pip as soon as saw you in the casting director's office!" With that, Rick slid down Blake's trunks and loincloth.. All seven inches popped straight in the air, wobbling back and forth.

Rick was right. Blake hadn't spilled any man-cream since some guy sucked him off on the last picture he was in, and that was over a month before. He'd been depending on 'Mrs Palmer and her five daughters' for release.

Rick spread Blake's cheeks and started to kiss his hole. Blake bent over and moaned with lust. Rick reached between his legs and took hold of his joint and started stroking it up and down. When Blake's juice began to dribble faster, Rick turned me around so he could lick it. Blake was close to coming. Rick took the head in his mouth.

"Oh, Rick, do it! Swallow my dong," Blake moaned as Rick's mouth bobbed up and down on his hard rod. "Keep eating, baby, in and out, boy, get me hard as a rock!"

With that, Blake pushed them both to the floor, in a 69 position.

"Yeah, suck, suck, suck me, Rick!" Rick was on the bottom and Blake rammed his meat in and out of his mouth. Rick somehow manage to wriggle out of the briefs and loicloth he had been wearing. Blake pulled his legs up, so his tight little hole was close to his mouth. He began to tongue the other actor's hole, licking around the sides, and putting saliva into Rick's asshole.

Rick screamed, "Yeah, Blake. Eat me out! Aaaaaaaah, damn, yesssss! Open me up for that big prong of yours!

Blake's fingers slipped inside the actor, next to his tongue, and soon, he was finger-fucking his pretty little boy chute.

"Aarrgghh, aarrgh, oh baby," Rick moaned as he sucked at Blake's steel pole. "I can't take it, any more! Take that prick of yours and ram it all the way up my sloppy hole!"

His sucking had gotten Blake ready to put the pedal to the metal, and shoved his hot rod into Rick's his sweet, slippery highway.

"Take it, Ricky-boy!" Blake said, as his cock sank into Rick. He put him onto his back, so we could watch each other during our mating. When the tip of Blake's schlong was almost out of Rick's hole on withdrawal, Rick's hands grabbed his butt-cheeks, and pulled him back in deep.

"Damn, damn, damn, Blake, deeper! I want to feel you deep inside me!"

Blake began shoving it in, fast and hard "Ahhh, yeah, harder, faster, deeper" Rick screamed. Blake's sweat was dripping onto his chest. Rick's fingers took the sweat and he swallowed it. "Kiss me, babe," Rick begged, as Blake moved my face down to his. Their lips connected as Blake rammed him, Rick wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders, and his legs around his hips. Their lust went on forever.

"Ricky! I'm gonna breed you, boy, so get ready!" Blake warned. And ready he was, as he kept squeezing the muscles in his hole around Blake's spitting rod! "That's it, you whore! Squeeze my meat and help me breed your hot little hole!"

Blake's balls began to churn. His dong got hard as steel, and he felt his seed spit out of the head. "Ricky, take my hot stuff, yes," he cried. Blake collapsed on top of him, feeling Rick's own hot man-cream cover their stomachs.

As they basked in the after-glow, the door opened and in walked Gary Marks, the third hired actor.

"Didn't you hear the director call 'places'? He looked down at them, not showing any surprise.

"No, I guess you didn't." He smiled as the bulge in his dick caused his own loincloth pop up. "The director sent me over to get you. He wants to see us in twenty minutes for the runaway raft scene. He sent me here to make sure you're ready."

Gary faced Blake with his legs rubbing Rick's hips.

"Oh, I think the three of us can be ready in 20 minutes." Blake said. he squeezed Gary's hardening pole and pulled gary down to join them. His schlong had slipped out of Rick's hole, and Blake pulled them all together in a huddle. Sucking, licking, kissing the three of them stuck together like glue. Gary moaned as they kissed as Blake tweaked his nipples. "Eat him, Rick! Lick his hose till he gives you his 'jungle cream'!" Ricky was fingering Gary's hole as Gary and Blake continued kissing. All three of them had erections as they readied for another orgasm.

Gary was first. "Damn it to Hell, Rick, take my stuff, baby!"

The three of them were covered with sperm. Blake looked at his watch.

"Come on, guys, we have to be on the set in less than ten minutes!"

The only water in the trailer was a pitcher and porcelain bowl. They cleaned themselves up. There was no soap, but there was a bottle of Pine-Sol. They left the trailer smelling like pine trees and made it to the set on time — barely. And because the loincloths were so flimsy, and the 'modesty' briefs so small and thin, most of the days filming was also done … barely.

The movie never ever made it to the big screen. It was a real stinker. But clips from that afternoon's shoot were legendary and shown in gay clubs for years to come, immortalizing Blake, Rick, and Gary – barely!