Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 08:03:44 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 23 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with "The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed." Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 23 Darin Romeo hopped nimbly from the yellowish-green golf cart in which he'd hitched a ride from the Blue Towers Beach. He'd swam the lagoon from Zac's boat to the beach. It was now about mid-morning. He hoped he was early enough to catch the boys at home but late enough to not awaken them from what he was sure was a long night of sexual overindulgence. He walked up the brick pavement of the driveway observing a golf cart and a sports car convertible in the lower level carport. It looked like the boys had done alright for themselves. The villa was larger than most of the guest housing he'd seen but smaller than the private villas on the island. The ones next door on either side were considerably larger. Still, the place was impressive. EcstasyInc was not known to splurge, apparently not even for the future owner of the company. A set of cantilevered steps, similar to what Darin had seen leading to other island villas, overhung the pool with the main level wisely place one storey off the ground in respect for the possibility of tropical storms, though the boys' villa was on one of the higher parts of the island ring, Darin guessed about 30 or 40 feet above sea level. Darin was tempted to forego the doorbell and just walk right in. It was the home of his son, after all. But, they didn't know he was coming and the surprise would be just as great at the front door as at the side of their bed or over breakfast. Presently the door opened. "Yes?" The boy was about fourteen, with black hair in loose curls framing an olive face that was strikingly beautiful, though perhaps no more so than virtually every other boy he'd seen on the island so far. "Are Kevin and Ronon up and around?" Darin inquired of the boy. "Who's asking?" the boy responded curtly with a notable Italian accent. "I'm Kevin's father," Darin told him. The boy stared at him in a moment of indecision. "You don't look much alike." "Darin smiled, pointing to his hair, "Dye job..." "Okay, come in," the boy finally decided. "I'll see if your obnoxious little squirt is among the living." "That sounds like him," Darin laughed. "My name is Michelangelo but they call me David," the boy introduced himself then left Darin standing in the foyer next to the bar. On the vertically bricked wall behind the bar was a painting of two guys jacking each other off and kissing. In front of him was a fireplace with a seating arrangement consisting of a loveseat and two side chairs in black and white on a red carpet, what apparently served as a modest living room. Off to the right was a dining area seating eight and beyond the living room area a large computer desks with three monitors two of which bore male pornographic images. Apparently David had been browsing the boys from the Land of Ecstasy web site. Hell, he was probably ON he website. It was all one large, open room with the master bedroom apparently off to the left on the opposite side of the open fireplace. "DADDDDDD!!!!" Kevin cried running to him, hugging him, rubbing his hard, young boy-cock against his father's thigh, his wildly passionate greeting as overtly erotic as it was loving. "You're here! I can't believe you're here. I didn't think you'd ever set foot on the island again. I thought you were...were..." "When you're in love with your own son and haven't seen him in months...you get over...stuff," Darin returned the boys seductive hugs and kisses with every bit of the naked, lusty desire the boy displayed. "DARIN!" It was Ronon, staggering, bleary-eyed from the bedroom, still half asleep except for his rigidly upthrust boy-cock, which left Darin breathless. It was at least an inch longer than he remembered. Kevin had somehow stretched his hot young boy-cock at least a half-inch. Darin joined his husband and father-in-law in a powerful three-way hug just short of orgasmic in its grinding physical contact. "My god you've grown so much, both of you, god, I can't believe what puberty is doing to you two, you're...exquisite, sooo fuckin' beautiful..." Darin murmurred between their kisses as David stood off to one side smiling, probably wishing he dared to join the love fest. "And you're growing too, dad, man, your cock's getting bigger and harder by the second," Kevin gripped it and stroked it masterfully. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've wished I could hug you and kiss you like this and suck your cock and..." "Yeah, he's even called me 'dad' a few times...in the heat of passion," David butted in. "Ohhhh, I'm sorry, dad, this is David our resident...boy...his real name is Michelangelo but we call him David, like in the sculpture..." Kevin introduced their sexy houseboy. "Yes, I made the connection. We've met," Darin nodded toward the Italian beauty sporting what he guessed would easily be a seven-inch cock. "Have you had breakfast yet?" David inquired politely. In the presence of an elder whom he seemed to instantly admire and respect, his attitude mellowed somewhat. "Eggs benedict," Kevin ordered, "it's dad's favorite breakfast." "Certainly, if you'll excuse me..." David politely bowed out. "When did you get here?" Ronon asked as they led him to the loveseat before the fireplace. Kevin pressed a button on a remote control unit and the fireplace burst to life instantly. "Sure beats matches." "I brought Zac and the Zee Ray in last night," Darin told them. "I figured you boys already had plans for the evening so I waited until this morning to come over. Nice place you have here," he remarked, looking around. "It's cozy." Romon smiled, his eyes following Darin's around the room. "Ohhhh...guess who's downstairs!" "Leonardo da Vinci?" Darin joked. "Nope, not even Leonardo DiCaprio," Kevin laughed. "He's got a place here, you know...on the other side...big fuckin' palace..." "Derek!" Ronon blurted. "You remember Derek...Derek Chandler?" "Of course," Darin acknowledged. "It's been a while but...what's he doing here?" "He came over on the Arousal to do a write-up on the place, although I'm afraid we've kept him flat on his back so much he's probably not had time to do much writing," Kevin joked. "I'll go get him." "NO...don't wake him, after taking on you two horny little fuckers last night, I'm sure he needs his rest," Darin restrained his son. "Besides...I want you two all to myself," he kissed first one boy then the other as the moment turned sexual. "God, you're both so...beautiful, so...sexual...so, ohhhhh god, I just wanna eat you both...devour you, your lips, your bodies, your cocks," Darin's hands found both boys' hard, throbbing pleasure prongs and began stroking them. Kevin writhed free of his father's grasp and sank to the carpet before him, deftly gorging himself on the man's seven or eight inches as Ronon rose to his knees on the couch and thrust his growing boy-cock between Darin's welcoming lips. "Ohhhhh fuck, man, you still suck better than anyone...except maybe Kevin...anyone in the world," Ronon cried as he wildly began thrusting his cock between Darin's sucking lips, gripping his head, wantonly face-fucking him with a wild abandon that would have choked a lesser man. But Darin was one of them. He'd been a pleasure boy when he was their age. He knew how to take a cock and more importantly, how to give that cock incredible, mind-boggling pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuck, feels good, feels good, feels good, ohhhahhhahhehh god, Darin, I love how you suck my cock. I remember the first time, back in Benton Beach, when you came to dinner and made love to me in my bedroom before mom got home," Ronon recalled as he began fucking his cock at Darin with ever increasing sexual drive as his mind swept back. "MMmmamammmmmfffjjjfffmmm," Darin moaned, unable to speak with Ronon so desperately thrusting his cock between his lips. "mmammmmMMMmmamamgkejjjooijjkjjggjjgjfmmmmmlmfffff..." Kevin added to the nonsensical conversation as he ravished his father's massive man-cock with his own sucking lips. Darin quickly realized that the eleven-year-old boy had become much more adept at cocksucking than he'd been before. "Make me cum, make me cum, make me, cum," Ronon fucked Darin's face, "Breakfast is going to be ready any minute and I wanna shoot my cum straight down your cocksuckin' throat before...oaeoohaheiirehhrhehh fucccckkkk...fucckkkk...fucccckkkkk...feels good, feels good, feels good, Darin, suck me, man, suck me, suck me, suck my cock, suck my cock off, and make me cum, make me shoot, you can have my cum for breakfast...as an appetizer...oooaheaoiehor god, the feeling, the feeling, gettin' to me, man, gettin' me close, closer and closer and...ooahhehrhehh fucccck, I can't stand it any more, I'm gonna blow, I'm gonna nut, oohhhhhh man, get ready, man, here it cums, here it...it...ahgehaieirhoOOOHIIEIIAIEIREIIHGHEHIEIRIHIHGHEHHIAHEIIERHHHGHH!!" Ronon wailed as his boyish orgasm burst upon him. He'd not changed a bit. He was still the loudest, most boisterous cummer Darin had ever known, except now his voice was no longer that of a high-pitched little boy but the much more earthy, strident cry of a teenager. "OHAHEHHREHRHH GOD, DARIN, SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME FUCKIN' CUM, CUM, CUMMMM...OHHHAHEHRHHH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FEELS GOOD, MAN, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK IT RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLS, MAN, OOEHHAHEHHRHH GOD, I CAN FEEL IT, I CAN FEEL THE SUCTION, OHHHAHH FUCK, DRAININ' ME, MAN, DRAININ' MY BALLS, SUCKIN' MY CUM, GHOEAIEHORIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEEELS SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, GETTING SUCKED OFF LIKE THIS, GOEIHAOIEHOR YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME, OFF, DARIN, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME, SUCKIN' ME AND SUCKIN' ME AND SUCKIN' ME...OFFFFFFFFFF...AHGHHEHAEHRHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" Darin's cry of ecstasy became a moan as his orgasm played itself out and his still-hard Duralon cock slipped rom Darin's lips. "Ohhhahh fuck, kid, you shot such a load, I nearly....oaooeohaoeihroih god, Kevin, ohghahehrh fuck, what you're doin' to my cock, son, gheoaiehroih god, Ronon, you're taught him well, he always was good, but...god, he's one hell of a cocksucker, hgoeaioerihaoeih fuck, fuck fuck, ghoeiaheoirh god, he feels good, he sucks really good and really hard and.... ghpoehoaehroiihohi god, son, hang in there, you're gettin' me close, boy, oghhehahehrh fuck, yeah, yeah, I can feel it building up, you're about to get one hell of a mouthful, boy, gheoaoiehorihaeoihr god, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhh..." Darin gasped as he held his son's head between his hands and gave the boy quite a workout, amazed that his son could take a cock the size of his and do so with not the least resistance. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Kevin, do it to him, suck him off, man, suck him off, suck your dad off, and make him shoot his cum, ohhhh yeah, yeah, ain't he good, man, he's an incredible cocksucker, all the boys...everyone says he's the best, or one of the best...except for ME, of course," Ronon joked as he clung nakedly to Darin enjoying the expert cocksucking demonstration his husband was giving Darin. "Ohhahhhh god, Kevin, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, boy, get ready, gettin' me sooooo close, sooo close, sooo fuckin' close, Kevin, suck it, suck it, suck it, boy, suck me off, suck your old man off and make him cum, boy, yeah, yeah, that's it...that's it....that's...that's...that's fuckin'...ITTTTTT...ITTTTTT....OGEIHOAIERHOHA GOD, KEVIN, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, BOY, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, SUCKIN' MY COCK AND MAKIN' ME CUM, CUM, CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND...LOAEIHOAIERHHEAHEIIRIIGHEHHHHE GOD, THE FEELING, KEVIN, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD YOU ARE, HOW GOOD YOU'RE MAKIN' ME FEEL, SHOOTIN' MY CUM RIGHT DOWN YOUR LITTLE-BOY COCKSUCKIN' THROAT, MAN, KGHEAOIEROIAOEIHR GOD, THE FEELS IS SO GOOD, SOOOOO INCREDIBLE SOOOO...SOOOO..." "Breakfast is served," David promptly announced amid Darin's orgasmic explosion." Kevin pulled off. Cocksucking was one thing but breakfast quite another. Of the two, even sucking off his dad, he much preferred breakfast. He jumped to his feet, fell into his father's lap, kissing him, slipping some of his father's cum between the man's lips. "Let's eat," he insisted, breaking the bond. "It's getting cold!" Breakfast was, indeed, getting cold but David had apparently taken it upon himself to heat the plates, so the cooling was barely noticeable. "How was it," David inquired. "It?" Kevin looked up from his eggs. "Your dad's cock," David elaborated, better than my hollandaise?" "Comparable," Kevin joked, wolfing down his food. "Ronon, I see you've not been able to impart any table manners with your cocksucking instgruction," Darin eyed the boy he'd just sucked off from across the table. "Niether of us have been very successful in that regard," David noted as he sat down to an English muffins minus the egg, bacon, and hollandaise. "We've gotten him from eating off the floor but chewing with his mouth closed continues to be a challenge," Ronon joked. "Fuck you all," Kevin retorted, shoveling in his last bite. "Got any more, Mr. Baccotti?" "Michelangelo's last name," Ronon noted. "He hates it when Kevin calls him that." "If you'll promise to eat at something less than the speed of light," David bargained as he arose to satisfy his young master's gastronomic demands. "He eats like a fuckin' Trojan horse!" Ronon joked. "How he can eat like that and still be so...slender...so...incredibly sexy and...beautiful..." "Two love birds..." David commented. "Though one's something of a vulture." "You boys do...threesomes?" Darin inquired. "Of course," Kevin acknowledged between mouthfuls, "that's what he's here for....sex...cooking and cleaning...but mostly sex." "No jealousy?" Darin questioned. "Jealousy is a dirty, ugly word on Ecstasy," David noted as he sat back down to finish his breakfast. "It's the one thing that could destroy this place. EcstasyInc even cautions guests in that regard. "Sex is sex, love is love, and everything is beautiful unless you start mixing the two." "That must be hard," Darin suggested. "No," Ronon told him rather off-handedly. "Sex is a physical need...physical pleasure. Love is emotional, spiritual. I'd still love Kevin even if his cock fell off...or mine did." "And I'd still fuck the shit outta Ronon even if I hated the hell outta him," Kevin added. Darin shook his head in dispair. "I could never handle that...the separation. Oh, I love sexual pleasure as much as the next horny fucker, but...I don't know...to me...there's always been a connection...even with your mother, Kevin...I loved her despite...I remember being intensely jealous of your...of Colton...and yet jealous of your mother's...attachment to her brother...I loved him too." "God, what a fucked up family," David shook his head in dismay. "You guys don't have a family tree, you got a fuckin' THICKET." Darin had to laugh. "Yeah, very well put...you're very intuitive...very...no...exquisitely beautiful," Darin sighed as he now had a moment to drink in the boy's seductive loveliness. "Yeah, even with that stupid fake accent, we still love him..." Ronon smiled at their sexy Italian houseboy. "No we don't love him, we sex him," Kevin insisted. "I can't believe you guys had breakfast without..." Derek Chandler stumbled sleepily into their midst. "Darin? Darin Romeo? My god, man, what the fuck you doin' here?" "Well, Zac had a notion to come check up on his hot cunt of a daughter so I decided to use the opportunity to do the same with my own offspring," Darin explained. "So, what's the verdict? This juvenile marriage going to survive?" Derek eyed the two boys critically. "Well, they seem to still be despearately in love, if that means anything," Darin told him as Derek sat down and David magically set warm food in front of him. "Eggs Benidict? You kidding me? You made eggs Benidict?" Derek laughed in surprise and delight. "Darin, man, you gotta come around more often, you bring out the best in our horny young chef here." "You sound as if you've been...sampling his OTHER talents, as well," Darin commented. "We fucked around a little last night while the boys were...desperately in love, as you put it," Derek smiled up at the teenaged beauty. "We fucked around then sucked around then fucked two or three more rounds," David elaborated. "God, my ass is sore. Kept me up till three this morning." "He any good," Darin questioned. "He's better in bed than he is in the kitchen," Derek judged. "Except for the eggs Benidict...superb, my boy." "My fuckin' whore of a mother taught me to cook breakfast," David explained. "After she rode his cock for an hour every morning," Kevin blurted. "Mmmmm...sounds like someone else may have some underbrush in their family tree," Derek joked. "Tsk, tsk...incest....shameful...utterly shameful," Darin shook his head in mock dismay. "The truth be told, there are a lot of mothers and fathers involved in the sex education of the boys here on the island," Derek noted for the record, based upon any number of personal stories he'd collected since his arrival on Ecstasy. "Fuck yes, this place is just FULL of motherfuckers," Ronon agreed. In his vaunted position as Dean of Boys, he knew virtually every young boy on the island and most of their sexual pedigrees. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, family affairs were the rule more often than not. "You guys are makin' me horny," Derek admitted as he quickly finished his breakfast. "I know, let's all go downstairs and get in the spa and just fuck our brains out," Kevin cried, jumping up from the table. "Come on, dad, let's go shoot some more cum together, I feel especially ejaculatory this morning. "You guys can go down, David and I have to run over to Cox Pharm and make our daily sperm deposits, then I gotta put in an appearance at the office and fire a couple pleasure boys this morning," Ronon reluctantly declined the invitation to orgy with the others. "Fire them?" Derek questioned. "What'd they do?" "Raped each other," Ronon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Uhhhh...is that possible?" Darin laughed. "I'm kidding, they got in a fight and then shot some cum all over each other," Ronon elabortated. "I don't think it was consensual so that makes it rape, don't it?" "I suppose, though I guess it would depend on the circumstances," Derek shrugged. "I'm no expert on Ecstasy Island law." "IS there such a thing?" Darin asked. "Not really, we just sort of make it up as we go along," Ronon smiled. "I probably won't actually FIRE them, just force them kiss and make up and fuck each other some more under my careful supervision." "Sounds like fun," Derek smiled, resting his arm around Kevin as he and Darin headed for the circular steps leading down to the lower level. "Before I'm DONE with'em, they're gonna WISH they'd been fired," Ronon sighed, a surprising sternness in his voice.