"I thought we were just here to take some pictures?" one of the straight lads asks, his voice trembling as he sees his friend's erection tents his boxers. "I guess the camera likes us," the other replies, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. They start to touch, their hands exploring each other's hard, smooth bodies. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet, sloppy sounds of their first tentative blowjobs. Their broken boys' images are forever changed as they fuck, their straight identities shattered, leaving only the raw, primal need for each other.