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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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Dangerous Writings

by Chance (Larkin)

All rights reserved 2018

This will be a collection of short, fictional stories. You could consider it an anthology. Other than our favored topic, none of these stories are related and all of these stories will be different. Some, like this first one, have been posted. They have been tidied up re-written. Many will be new or as yet, unwitten. When it pops to the head of the roster of this forum, it means that there is a new addition.

Part 1

Flash, Clack, Zip

 Reggie met Joey on the street, 11pm:

"Where the fuck you been?" The older boy was excited to see his younger friend.

Joey was coy, "Oh, around."

The younger boy was shorter than Reggie by a foot.

Reggie, in the middle of his puberty, was sullen.

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

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

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

The older boy 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!"

The younger boy 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 two boys went with him.

The hotel was a big modern one, uptown and East to 6th avenue. The man, a young teen and a younger, long haired boy slipped in the large lobby unnoticed. The elevator quickly ascended, taking the two boys and the middle aged man up to the 16th floor.

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 that, 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 up at the man, the man said, "Well what'ya think I was payin you for?..."

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

The man prodded him. "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 a effort to defend himself against the other.

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

The man pulled Reggie close and whispered into his ear. "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 sat 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. This was before the days of digital. The strange sequence repeated when he took another. Flash, clack, zip, Reggie and Joey looked at each other and suddenly had a realization causing the absurd drama to come 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 worn, white underwear and the blow-job and naked, 69 embrace. Joey wasn't the least bit self-conscious and he ended up orchestrating Reggie. They shed all their clothes and they gave the man everything he was looking for an more.

Flash, clack, zip eventually became a drug, like a 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 thought but it was the younger boy that lifted both legs, summoning the stage-struck older boy to penetrate him. Joey was the one who had taught the ordinary looking Reggie, how to do and it was Joey that encouraged him not to be afraid to go for depth. Eventually Reggie withdrew and then, ejaculated 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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