This re-written vignette is taken from a longer story that can be found here.

This describes an event that could certainly be real but is not.

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Flash, Clack, Zip


Joey and Reggie on the street, 11pm:

"Where the fuck you been?" Reggie was excited to see Joey.

Joey was coy, "Oh, around."

Reggie was sullen. "I'm getting sick of fuckin place, you can't never tell what you're gettin into. Sometimes it's exciting and other times you just wanna puke and just when you run into someone really cool, they fuckin move on."

He was talking about the Port Authority Bus station in mid-town Manhattan.

Reggie was drawn away from the video machine by a portly man wearing jeans and a sweater. Joey looked and then went back to the machine to play a solo game.

Reggie was excited when he returned and talked low into Joey's ear. "He says he wants me and you to come back to the hotel with him and he wants you and me to fuck around while he gets to watch."

Reggie was giddy with excitement. "Come on, please, he says he just wants to watch and nothin else. and he'll pay us both!"

Joey shook his long hair away and out of his eyes and looked at the man who was standing out on 42nd street. The electric glow of night time, Times Square created a surreal tension. The Man had a shoulder bag and was looking nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

The hotel was a big modern one, uptown and East on 6th avenue. The man, a young teen and a younger, long haired boy slipped in the large lobby unnoticed. The elevator took them up to the 16th floor. Reggie and Joey kept on a silent communication with each other with Reggie leading the way.

Once the door to the plush, cream colored room closed behind them, the man began talking softly to Reggie. "Just pretend I'm not here. Like I said, I'm not going to do anything."

Just as he was saying than he pulled out a complicated looking, black and silver camera from his bag. Reggie looked at it and was unsure what it meant.

When he looked back up at the man, the man said, "Well what'ya you think I was payin you for?..."

Reggie looked over at Joey who had made himself comfortable on the large bed.

The man prodded Reggie. "Listen, no one's gonna see it but me and guys like me."

To get away from reservations that Reggie might have about being photographed, he changed the subject. "So you know this kid?"

The man looked over at Joey. "I'm not gonna get any trouble out of this am I, I mean do you know him?"

It was a way for the man to ally himself with one boy in defense of the other.

Reggie reassured him." No, me and Joey been together lots of times. He's cool."

The man pulled Reggie close. "Hey, I want you to do everything, don't hold back."

Both Reggie and Joey were each given a tall can of beer. The not so attractive, pimply, overgrown boy in cheap clothes with his arm around a ragged but stunningly beautiful younger boy. They both looked into the camera and smiled. The man told them it was a introduction shot. When he took the picture the camera flashed and made a audible clack and quickly after, a zip noise. It did it again when he took another one... Flash, clack, zip, Reggie and Joey looked at each other and suddenly had a realization and the whole drama came into sharp focus. If they wanted the money and wanted to be able to get out of there they were going to have to perform...Flash, clack, zip!

What followed was the perfunctory transitions of an elementary porno play. The make-out, the crotch grope resulting in Reggie's large bulge and then the rude display of an erected cock rising out of opened pants and underwear. The blow-job and naked, 69 embrace. Joey was completely unselfconscious and ended up orchestrating Reggie. They shed all their clothes and they gave the man everything he was looking an more.

Flash, clack, zip eventually became a drug like dose of narcissism, each time freezing Reggie and Joey in a flash of white light. He imagined himself and Joey being in pictures that guys everywhere might look at and jerk off to and it embolden him. It was hard to see what Joey though but it was Joey that encouraged the stage-struck Reggie to penetrate him and eventually to withdraw and ejaculate under the light of the cold flash.

It was after one in the morning and the two boys walked back towards ninth avenue. Reggie was still excited by the movie star qualities of the now, profoundly hollow experience. They each had a fifty dollar bill in their pockets.


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