Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 00:28:19 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 8 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: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug, Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed." If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 8 "WHOA!" the twins reacted almost simultaneous as the Bristol clan boarded the Arousal and gaped around at the impressive gold and white decor along with the mildly erotic paintings and sculpture adorning the place. "Wonder who their decorator was, Lady Gaga?" Bunny laughed as she spun around trying to take in everything at once. "I doubt it," Doug Bristol smiled at his children's reaction, "had to be a man...a gay man, I'm sure." "Where's the Duralon dispenser," Buddy asked, peering over palms and around corners. "Can't you read the sign, ya gotta wait till we get done with the safety stuff before we start fuckin'" Bobby observed the entry notice. "Dad, is it okay if we fuck Bunny?" Buddy asked as they moved about the main lobby admiring the other guests as much as the ship itself. "Fuck, Bunny, look at all the pretty BOYS all over the place," Bobby noted. "Don't ask questions like that, Buddy, you know how I feel about incest," Doug replied. He didn't tell them they COULDN'T fuck Bunny, only not to ask for permission first...from HIM at least. "Gee, there's even some pretty hunky lookin' guys YOUR age, daddy; you gonna find a boyfriend on vacation?" Bunny observed several very attractive men loitering about who appeared to be over thirty. "LOTS of them, I'm sure," Doug laughed lightly, somewhat uncomfortable discussing with his sex-crazed teenaged daughter his own sexual intentions. "We'll be on the lookout for a really cute one for ya, dad?" Buddy promised, further heightening his father's unease. "Thank you, but I think I can 'look out' for myself," Doug smiled induligently at the twins concern. "There's a cute one over there...a little younger than you but...at least he'd be around to take care of you in your old age," Bunny all but pointed at a slender young man who caught her eye. He was carrying a laptop and seemed to be taking notes. "Bunny, that's enough," Doug smiled at the man, who returned his smile. "And as for my old age, that's what I got three horny kids for." "I love you, daddy, but I'm NOT going to hang around sucking your cock or fucking you in your old age," Bunny joked, knowing how to set her father on edge. "BUNNY!" Doug sighed, indeed, having quite enough of his daughter's ribbing. "Let's go up to the top, says here there's a buffet up by the pool," Bobby urged studying a map of the ship. "What's this stuff for?" Buddy peered into the blue velvet bag with his name on it. He dragged out the plastic packet inside, "flipflops, a ring, toothbrush, hairbrush, toothpaste, some kind of gel stuff, razor...RAZOR? What do I need with this fuckin' shit, I'm gonna be naked and fuckin' all the time I'm gone." "Son, the ring you should put on, it's your ID, has your lifeboat number on it too," Doug explained to the boys. "I think they'd like you to WEAR the flipflops...the other stuff...I know you don't brush very often but..." "Says here to put your clothes in the bag," Bobby read a tag sewn inside the bag. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Later, stupid, when it's time to get naked," Buddy reminded him. Together, the four of them boarded an elevator for Deck six. "Hey, there's a kid swimmin' NAKED over there," Buddy immediately spied as they emerged on the pool deck. "Don't get any ideas," Doug quickly rested a hand on his son's shoulder, restraining him. "You guys want a burger or something?" "Do they serve...beefcake?" Bunny asked, already taking not of boys, even a couple men she'd like to fuck. "I think I see some CHEESEcake on the dessert counter," Doug joked as they looked over the culinary offerings. A tiny sign near the back of the buffet noted: "Food and drinks may contain small quantities of Duralon-1 and Duralon-2." "Hooooo fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' STUFF myself," Bobby cried as he read the sign. He grabbed a plate and began loading up. "I'm gonna get my cock so hard I can walk around balancing my plate on it." Although they weren't so obvious about it, Buddy, Bunny, and Doug each sampled generously the free bill of fare. "Mmmm...not only does it make you horny but it tastes really good too," Bobby noted as he made quick work of a hotdog and fries, followed by key lime pie and a good sized dish of cherry ice cream. "You're gonna get fat, then no one will wanna have sex with you," Buddy warned as he failed to heed his own advice. "Well, you certainly don't see any fat people on board," Doug noted as the family sat at an umbrella table observing the human scenery. "Must be why they wanted pictures of us naked." "Do we get the naked pictures back?" Bunny worried. "Did you actually send them pictures of me and Bobby...suckin'?" Buddy asked in dismay as he finished a very healthy looking fruit salad. "I told you, daddy had to prove you were sexually active," Bunny explained for the umpteenth time to her little brother. "That's gross," Bobby complained. Neither boy had quite forgiven their father for invading their pre-adolescent sexual privacy. "When do we have this safety thingie so we can get naked?" Buddy asked as he stared around mentally undressing everyone he saw, guessing how big their cocks might be or the size of their unfettered tits in the case of girls. He was still uncertain whether he was more turned on by naked boys or girls. "I can't believe all the beds are...like...out in public," Bunny rolled her eyes. "What if I wanna get fucked privately, no LITTLE BROTHERS watching me?" "Or fathers...?" Doug took the opportunity to needle his daughter in return for her pointed barbs earlier. "What's fun is jackin' off while watchin' people fuck and stuff," Bobby grinned. "...live porn!" "They got this porn theater with big recliners down on deck 4 where you can lie back and just masturbate the hell outta yourself, if that's what turns your screw," Bunny advised her brother. "What's...mastur...? "Jackin' off," Buddy read his twin brother's feeble mind. "Coooool..." Bobby smiled broadly, "ya wanna go down and...mastercate...now? You can do it me and I'll do it you." "God, the Duralon is kickin' in already," Bunny laughed at her little brother's horniness. "I think I'll stay up here and look around," Buddy demured, "make friends and influence people." "Listen, you kids can take off on your own, explore the ship, just remember, keep your clothes on...for now, anyway...and you boys, keep your pants zipped, ya got that?" Doug instructed his horny pack. "Look at your rings, see the number...meet at your lifeboat at five for the Emergency Procedures Drill. Be sure to hang onto your blue bag there, too. Okay?" "There's a girl over there TOPLESS!" Bunny noticed, mentally comparing the size of the teenagers breasts with her own. Hers were larger. "No, you man NOT remove your...bra...halter...your top, whatever you call that thing supporting your..." Doug instructed his daughter. "Ohhhh, daddy, you're sooooo up-tight," Bunny laughed as she and the boys got up, leaving their father to ogle the young boys in their blue Speedos swirling about, bussing tables and manning the buffet. Doug could barely keep from drooling. They were incredible--lithe, lean, slender, every one of them exquisitely beautiful in their own way, well-tanned, with large dark eyes, tiny little button noses, delicious lips, seductive smiles, and...barely concealed, generous, sometimes even HUGE packages tucked away for future enjoyment. The older boys were quite well-toned if not actually what you'd deem "muscular." Even the younger boys had the beginnings of the classic abdominal "six-pack" with surprisingly broad, deep chests. These boys, there was no doubt about it, had been...were still being...groomed for their sexual beauty, and were no doubt well trained in giving sexual pleasure. "Like what you see?" Doug looked up over his shoulder into the sun to see the source of the interruption of his sexual fantasy. "Breathtaking," Doug responded as the twenty-something man sat down uninvited in the chair Bunny had occupied. "Derek Chandler..." the man extended his hand. "Bristol...Doug Bristol..." "Boy-lover, I take it?" Derek smiled as the man seemed distressed by the obviousness of his boy-watching." "Is it that obvious?" Doug sighed, admiring the classic lines of Derek Chandler's face. "Hey, you're the writer...the..." "The Gay Blade...yes," Derek acknowledged, "kind of a working vacation. I noticed you have quite a...lovely...family." "Like herding cats," Dough sighed in dismay, "horny cats, at that." "Well, I suppose we're all a bit...sexually aroused...after lunch, and all," Derek observed, feeling his own cock harden in his pants. Doug Bristol wasn't the most attractive man on board, but Derek found him interesting. "Five o'clock seems like forever," Doug felt his cock rise a little. "You read 'The Blade,'" Derek asked?" "Not often, but I did enjoy your piece some time ago on the 'working boys.'" Doug noted. "Speaking of boys, your two are twins, right?" Derek sought to confirm what was plainly obvious. "They're incredibly beautiful...god that sounds so trite to say...EVERYONE, especially the young boys here, are incredibly beautiful." "They take after their mother..." Doug smiled, "all three of the kids look like her...thank god." "She not come along?" Derek asked. "Deceased," Doug told him. "Cancer...just over a year ago." "I'm sorry," Derek replied, "must have been hard on the boys...on all of you, I'm sure." "Bunny...my daughter...especially...she became so...sexually active shortly after her mother died...no one to restrain her..." "And you?" Derek inquired." "Yes, I suppose her death had a pretty profound effect on me too," Doug opened up more than he might have except for the Durlon. "I rediscovered my love for young boys... I've always been highly sexual, both my wife and I... Now...lacking any other outlet...I've kind of channeled my...lust... needs toward..." "Toward the twins?" Derek guessed, his interviewing skills honing in on the man's unspoken words." "Not...physically or sexually, but...yes...undoubtedly emotionally...I mean...they're my sons, I love them dearly, but...it's hard to separate that love from wanting to...MAKE love to them, especially now that they've gotten older and discovered what their hard little boy-cocks can do for them." "I know what you mean, I felt a certain...stirring...and they aren't even naked yet," Derek observed. "Please...don't..." Doug began. "Don't ask for permission to..." "I wasn't going to," Derek sympathized with the man's plight. "They're...what...ten...eleven...old enough to decide for themselves who they'll let touch them sexually." "Thank you," Doug smiled in some relief. "However, I'm not going to make any...promises, either," Derek went on. Doug nodded, "I...understand...I've...aclimated to that in bringing them here...gay boys will be gay boys." "You sure they're gay?" Derek asked earnestly. "No," Doug admitted, "another reason for this little outing...they're deeply attached to one another, but they also have this sexual fascination with...might as well SAY it...FUCKING their sister...who is not adverse to fucking them back." "You're a unique family, I'd like to get to know you better...all four of you..." Derek smiled as he and Doug stood and shook hands once more. Then, too Doug's surprise, Derek hugged him warmly. "You gonna write about us?" Doug asked uneasily. "I might," Derek smiled, "what would you like for a cover name?" "A what...ohhh...of course..." Doug quickly recovered. "You decide, I'm sure you're much more creative than I am." Derek headed below, as much to get out of the hot sun as anything else. As he rounded a corner near the casino he stopped abruptly, nearly plowing right over the two boys he'd seen with their father up by the pool--Buddy and Bobby Bristol. "Ohhhh, sorry, I didn't see you boys..." Derek laughed to hide his embarrassment. The two little blond towheads smiled up at him mischievously. "We saw you talkin' to our dad," one of them told him. "We wanted to set you straight." "Sorry, I'm not straight...bi," Derek joked, setting them "straight." "No wait, don't go," Bobby held out his hand. The boy had mistaken Derek's "bi" for "bye." "I'm Buddy, this is Bobby, what's your name?" "I...err...Derek...Derek Chandler." "You like boys?" Bobby demanded. "I...yes...yes, I do...very much," Derek struggled to regain his social equilibrium in the face of the two prepubescent beauties. Ever since his duralon-laced lunch, Derek had been craving boys with growing intensity. Moreover, even fully clothed, these two looked quite delicious. "You like dad?" Bobby asked point blank. Derek hadn't actually considered the question in the context Bobby apparently intended it, but in contemplating their father, he had to admit he found Doug Bristol moderately attractive sexually, though he'd not talked with him long enough to make much of a judgment as to whether he liked the man personally. "Uhhh...he's...uhhh...your father seems...you boys are very fortunate to have such a kind, loving, understanding father," Derek finally managed to put his thoughts into a decent sentence. "You gonna have sex with him?" Buddy questioned him, the two of them blocking Derek's way in the corridor, practically holding him hostage. "I'd rather have sex with YOU...you too..." Derek sought to regain the conversational advantage, hoping to stun the boys somewhat with his openness. He succeeded. The two boys stared at one another dumbfounded. No adult had ever "come on" to them so overtly before. "Really?" Buddy replied rather dumbly. Bobby simply looked him up and down in stunned dismay. "You up for it?" Derek challenged the two horny little corridor urchins, "I think I know a place..." "Don't we gotta wait till the safety thingie before we get naked and fuck?" Buddy asked in wide-eyed wonder. "Come on, this way," Derek led the boys, then stopped abruptly and opened an unlocked door. "Hey...in here." He flipped on a light. The room was painted mostly white, the metal floor, light gray. "It's...it's the fuckin' LAUNDRY," Buddy quickly observed as Derek pulled them inside and closed the door. There were white sheets, towels, and tablecloths piled all around the tiny room. Derek started stripping. "Come on, get naked, we got almost an hour to have some fun," Derek grinned as he observed the stunned looks on the boys' faces. "Uhhh...errrr...ahhh...cool," Buddy reacted, then slowly started peeling his t-shirt over his head. "Did dad say it was okay to...do stuff with us?" Bobby asked, laying his blue velvet bag aside and kicking off his canvas deck shoes. "No..." Derek admitted as he dropped his shorts. He wore no underwear. He was naked, with his impressive seven inches jutting up straight and narrow, for the virginal young boys to ogle. "But then again...I didn't ask." "You gonna...fuck...fuck us with...that?" Buddy asked fearfully as he too became naked. Derek couldn't take it any longer. He had to laugh. "If you like, or you could fuck me, or we could just suck each other, or we could jack each other off, it's up to you, I just wanna grab your naked little boy-bodies and shoot my cum all over you." "Man, you're fuckin' HUGE, bigger'n dad, even," Bobby finally managed to doff his clothes too, his own hard little cocklet jutting up a mighty four inches, barely half the size of Derek's. Derek pulled Buddy into his arms and collapsed with him into a pile of linens, kissing the horny little toad hard and deep. There was a hint of struggle for a second or two, or maybe just surprise, before Buddy suddenly threw himself into the coupling, crawling nakedly all over Derek, thrusting his cock hard against the man's firm, lightly-muscled, naked body. Bobby, not to be left out, gave a flying leap and uncermoniously piled on, apparently having watched to much football. Derek had never wrestled an eleven-year-old naked boy before, much less TWO of them; and though they were both built rather small, they proved to be stronger and more agile than they looked, together, easily a match for his own efforts. Hoping to gain control, Derek abandoned Buddy's sweet, clinging lips and dove down for the boy's upthrust cocklet. He devoured it in a single gulp. "Whooooaa....aoehahherhh my godddddd..." Buddy cried out in pleasure, surprise, and sexual delight. He'd been sucked before, by his sister, and by Bobby, but never by a grown man who really... REALLY...knew how. "Suck me, suck me, suck me," Bobby cried, literally prying Derek's head from his brother's hyperactive groin and plunging it down on his own cock." Derek could hardly believe the naked sexual strength of the two boys as they tusseled on the floor amidst the pile of dirty laundry. They were like wrestling a couple allegators, only maybe slightly less lethal. Bobby even took on Derek's massive cock as best he could while Buddy's hard, young boy-cock reclaimed the man's sucking lips. "Ohhhh fuck, man, suck me off, suck me off, suck me off?" Derek could only shake his head in wonder at the power that just a few milligrams of Duralon had unleashed in the prepubescent boys. These two were a couple horny little sex maniacs, each struggling with the other to wring from Derek all the naked sexual pleasure they could handle. "My turn," Bobby abruptly announced, tearing Derek's lips from Buddy's cock and plunging his own into the man's mouth with an almost pugilistic thrust, if not aimed at impaling, him certainly trying to choke him to death. Derek had sucked dozens of cocks in his time but he'd never gagged on one before, especially a mere four inches, but Bobby was so madly face-fucking him it was barely all he could do to handle it. "You fuck his face, I'll fuck his ASS!" Buddy cried out in naked, Duralon lust as he spit on his turgid young cock then wrestled his way into position behind Derek. Unlike Bobby, who plowed in with a single, nearly fatal thrust, Buddy was slightly more gentle, perhaps inept, but Derek had been fucked by horny young boys before and knew how to open up for the boy. "Easy, Buddy, easy..." Derek pried his lips from Bobby's cocklet, then reached back with both hands and guided the boys hips as Buddy slipped in. "Whoooooooaooaoa fucccckkk...I'm INNNNNN..." Buddy cried out exultantly, "I'm in, I'm in, I'm innnnnnnnn..." he whooped in naked sexual joy, slowly easing in deeper and deeper. Despite the boy's modest length, Derek felt his prostate taking a direct hit. "Aaeiiaeirhheh aehrhhghehhhhahgmmgh," he moaned in pleasure despite the plunging boy-cock in his mouth. "You okay?" Buddy worried. He'd never fucked a man before and had no idea what to expect. Derek reached back and gripped the boy's taunt little ass and began moving it back and forth, in effect, using the young boy's naked body and hard young cock to fuck himself. Buddy was a quick study. He'd fucked before, just not anything quite so tight. "HOOoooooooooo... ooehaheherhhrh fuccckkkk!" "We're BOTH fuckin' him," Bobby proclaimed as he certainly demonstrated all the right moves. "Ohhhhah god, he sucks good, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Chandler, you sure do suck goooooodd!!" "Mr. Chandler!" Buddy laughed in outrageous sexual euphoria, "you're plowin' his face like a pile driver and you call him 'Mr. Chandler'?" "Just call me Derek," Derek slipped the boy's cock from his lips long enough to say, then wantonly carried on, hoarding the boy's cock deep in his mouth, torturing it with his talented tongue, feeling the kid tremble, quiver, and throb in his embrace as his pleasure coursed through him from cock to cranium. The Duralon, even no more than the very modest dose which spiked their lunch, seemed to be taking its tole on their libidos, as Derek and both boys forged on relentlessly toward orgasmic bliss. "He's gonna make me cum, gonna make me cum, gonna make me fuckin' cummmmmm..." Bobby cried out with insane pleasure. "I'm fuckin' CLOSE," Buddy matched his twin brother stroke for stroke "Cum, little Buddy, cum, cum, cummmmm..." Derek murmurred softly to the boy fucking his ass. "I'll TRY," Buddy took him seriously. "Ohhhh man, fuckin' you, man, fuckin' you hard, man, harder and harder and oooaeohao fuck...sooooo close, you ready...your ready for me to....to...IEWIIiioaoeihohehrhhehaeiiOHOAEIHEOHEHRHHRHEHHGHHHH!!!" Buddy suddenly cried out as his dry orgasm gripped his slender little boy-body, shaking him like a rag doll from his pretty head to cock head with incredible sexual ecstasy. "OOEIIAEHHREHHHGH GOD, DEREK, AOIEGHOAEIHROH FUCK,FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, PLOWIN' YOUR ASS, MAN, FUCKIN' YOU SOOO HARD, SOOO GOOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, SOOO FUCKIN' GOOOD, MAN, AOEIOAIHEORIH GOD, LOVE FUCKIN' YOU, MAN, YOU'RE EVEN BETTER THAN BUNNY, MAN, HOOOHHHH GOD, SO TIGHT...SOOO FUCKIN' TIGHT...MUCH TIGHTER THAN SHE IS, MAN, OAHHOIEOH GOD, FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FUCKIN' CHOKIN' MY COCK TO DEATH!" "I'M CUMMIN' TOO, I'M FEELING IT TOO, OHHHAHEHH MAN, YOU GIVE GOOD ORGASMS, MAN, YOU REALLY KNOW WHAT MAKE'S A BOY'S COCK FEEL REALLY...REALLY GOOOOOOOODDDD!" Bobby cried out as his immature little boy-body struggled mightily to pull up from somewhere deep within him at least a drop or two of nascent boy-cum. "SUCK ME, SUCK ME, KEEP SUCKIN' ME LIKE THAT, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER FELT BEFORE, AOGHEOIAEORIH GOD, THE FEELING INSIDE ME, OEAOEIHROEIH FUCK, DEEP DOWN INSIDE ME, FEELS LIKE I'M FUCKIN' EXPLODING...OR LIKE GETTIN' SHOCKED WITH A MILLION VOLTS, AOGHEOAIHEORIH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCCKKKKI..." Bobby all but ejaculated for Derek's dining pleasure. Buddy's powerful thrusts over Derek's prostate had done the job. Derek started unoading massive globs of cum all over the boys, the sheets, and himself. "You done?" He asked as Derek let Bobby's spent lollipop slip from his lips, feeling the boy collapse in near total exhaustion from their naked little pleasure bout. Bobby nodded, the pleasure inside him still echoing, still jolting him with unexpeced sexual spasms. "Nobody ever sucked me HALF that good before," Bobby congratulated his pleasure giver. "I'm still feeling it, and I'm not even fuckin' him anymore," Buddy told his brother as he too collapsed next to Derek in the huge pile of sheets, kissing him profusely, the three of them almost hidden in the white clouds of linen. "Man, I can't wait to see you and dad go at it, man, you two should rock the fuckin' boat."