are a popular taste in this field. White uniforms. Dog tags hanging from boners. This has probably been going on since cameras were invented a hundred years ago.”

“Dan you remember Ricky?” It wasn’t a question.

Jesus had Ricky by the arm. He stood about five eight, a sweet natured kid of twenty with chocolate box Latin good looks. He carried a pack in his crotch that must have been an embarrassment to him since he was fifteen. No underwear, as was the norm at Big Bill’s on weekends.

“Tell me this bullshit, Ricky.”

“Its not bullshit. Last Sunday, I came into town and went to a place here in Pearl City. I was photographed for about an hour or so. Maybe an hour and a half. They must have taken about fifty or sixty photos. All over the house, in different rooms. Paid me fifty bucks.”

“What sort of photos?”

Ricky looked at Jesus.

“You’re not going to embarrass anyone, Ricky.”

“Porn photos.”

“Such as?”

“Naked…with a boner… jackin’ myself off. I came twice. Lots of close ups of my cock and ass. The usual stuff, I suppose. Never done it before.”

“Who was there?”

“Just the three guys. The two photographers and George.”

“What did George do?”

“He just stood around and watched. We talked while the others photographed me. He told me some good jokes to keep me laughing. They said they wanted fun shots. Not grim faces like a prison line up.”

“Which is where we will all end up most likely?”

Ricky looked seriously at Dan.

“Just kidding. You’ll be OK if you don’t tell the world and don’t do too much.”

Jesus and Ricky looked at each other.

“George wants Ricky to come back this weekend with another sailor for more photos.”

Jesus looked at Dan for approval.

“So that’s the go! You know, I suppose, that after about twenty photos of you two together, George will want to photograph you two fucking each other’s brains out.

“I know, they said together.”

“Ricky, why don’t you get your pal Vince to go with you? He’s not shy. Giving blow jobs in the head here last Saturday night, is a case in point. How many was it? Nine?”

“I can’t, he’s not here. He’s on the Enterprise and it’s supposed to leave tonight for Wake Island to take planes to the Marines. It won’t be back until next weekend. He told me eleven, but he didn’t count me or Elton. He just loves black cock. “

They were all smiling.

“OK. My advice is only do it once, and do not boast about it to anyone. Also, hold out for a hundred dollars each for photos of fucking. Who paid you the money?”

“George. He had a wad of cash thicker than my cock. Just peeled off tens and twenties. Must have had a thousand bucks in the wad. Jesus, I’ll wait here tonight until George comes and I’ll make arrangements for Saturday afternoon.

Ricky was talking to Jesus while holding his left hand.

“Be here tomorrow at midday and I’ll give you the details. Adios amigos, he said with a smile.”

Ricky disappeared into the crowd.

“What did he leave out in