Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 10:23:23 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 1 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story takes the form of a series of interviews with some beautiful young Boy prostitutes and their parents. It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the boys. Like my other story, Ecstasy Isle, 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 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 three or four 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. THE WORKING BOYS CHAPTER I Derek Chandler parked his late model white Prius in the beach parking lot as he'd been instructed. He locked the doors and made sure he had his pens, pad, and digital recording device. Then he surveyed the area. Behind him was the beach and Columbo Bay. Before him, the street. He crossed it and walked about a half-block. He found the paved cart path leading into the dense, well-manicured foliage. It was meant to look like a jungle path but it obvious was much more than that. Towering over the many palms he could see high-rise homes, the concrete and glass mansions of those who sought and could afford such seclusion. At 22, Derek could only dream of such a life. As a budding young correspondent for The Gay Blade, he subsisted on $2,500 a month. These guys spent that much a day supporting their lavish, gay lifestyle. The best he could manage was brief glimpses about which he wrote. Today, he would be afforded another such brief glimpse. He was headed up the paved path through the "jungle" for an interview, perhaps the strangest of his brief career. He was going to meet "Dustin," a thirteen-year-old boy prostitute who, presumably, lived at the end of this path. Derek was single, gay, fairly good-looking, casually dressed, athletic but hardly what you'd call well-built. His best feature was his eyes, or perhaps his ready smile. His worst trait was his impatience, but he was working on that. The path was longer than he'd expected. He passed one, two, three other places before he saw the beach house that was his destination. It appeared to have been the first house built in the area and occupied the prime location right on the beach. It was modern in style, two-storied, lots of wood, glass, and concrete, but far from the biggest house on the path. It was partially hidden by mature palms and other lush greenery. Bolstering his confidence, Derek climbed the three or four steps to a raised deck. In front of him was a lavish fountain. He made his way around it to what appeared to be the main entrance, a set of glass double doors. He rang the bell. He was five minutes early. Momentarily a slender, attractive woman of about 35 or 40 came to the door. She was dressed in tight-fitting shorts and a haltar top. Her dark browN hair hung long and straight, tied in a loose tail hanging well down her back. "Derek Chandler to see...uhhh...Dustin, I'm from the Gay Blade?" Derek announced himself tentatively. "Of course, Mr. Chandler, come on in, we've been expecting you." The woman greeted him. "I'm Jadyn, Dustin's mother. "Thank you, but call me Derek," Derek requested as he stepped inside to the foyer with its large expanse of glass opposite the front door. Out the back, he could see a pool and beyond that the beach. "Dustin is in his room...he invited a friend of his over to join in the interview," Dustin's mother informed him. "The boy's name is Devon. He's twelve." "Twelve?" Derek repeated in surprise. He was afraid to ask if the boy was in the same line of work as Dustin. "Right this way," Jadyn smiled at Derek's surprise, but offered no more information on either boy as she led him through the foyer to a big set of double doors. She opened one of them and admitted him, then closed it behind him. Derek was startled by the size and opulence of the sunlit bedroom. Directly opposite the double doors was a large double bath tub. To the left, in the center of the room, a King-size bed dressed in hot pinks. Hot pink and aqua seemed to be Dustin's favorite colors. The floor was white marble with a large, pale, furry rug extending out from the bed. "Come on in, we're over here," Derek heard a disembodied voice call him. He peered around the bed. The far side of the bedroom was a sitting area. The two boys sprawled on a deeply tufted loveseat, one boy in each corner. Both boys were completely naked. Moreover, both boys were erect, their hard, young boycocks quite impressive for kids their age. Derek guessed the older boy, Dustin, had about seven inches, the younger boy, Devon, maybe five or six. Both boys were gently stroking their cocks. Dustin got up, wiped his hands on his naked hips, and extended one of them, shaking hands with Derek. "You must be Derek Chandler. Nice to meet you, I read your stuff every day." "Thanks," Derek greet him. Dustin's hand was still moist, though he hardly noticed. He was captivated by the boy's outgoing personality and, most noticeable, his incredible beauty. Dustin was undoubtedly the most beautiful young boy he'd even see...that is until his eyes fell upon Devon, sprawled seductively on the opposite end of the loveseat. If Dustin was beautiful, Devon was exquisitely lovely...cute...sweet...sexy...obscenely attractive, his naked little boy-body not as well developed as Dustin's but nonetheless slender and delectable. "Hi," he greeted the boy. Then, speechlessly, he turned his attention back to Dustin. Dustin was breathtaking, fairly broad shoulders, nice pecs, slender waist with the first signs of a developing "six-pack." The boy obviously worked out some. "You like what you see?" Derek smiled, striking an obscenely enticing pose, his monstrous boycock out-thrust for Derek's benefit. "Whew...very much...you certainly live up to your...uhh...reputation," Derek complimented the boy. "Have a seat," Dustin motioned to a nearby armchair as he himself returned to his corner of the loveseat, stretching out his right leg across the seat, entwining it with that of the other boy, who had not for a moment stopped stroking himself. Dustin left his cock lay hard and throbbing out across his thin, hairless, naked loins. "You mind if I...err..tape our...discussion...?" Derek hated the word interview. It sounded so stiff and formal. "Whatever...take pictures too, if you like, just don't use our names or tell where we live. Dustin set the meager ground rules. "Obviously," Derek nodded. "I must say you're...both of you...are..." words failed him, "...incrediby beautiful, I can see why men..." Derek stopped, he was getting ahead of himself. "Let's get past that...we look like girls with boy bodies and big fuckin' cocks." Dustin cut to the chase. Dustin had a way with words. Derek hadn't quite come to that conclusion yet, but had to admit Dustin had hit the nail squarely on the head. With slightly longer hair, and even a little makeup, he and Devon could pass for school girls...well, so long as they kept those big circumcised boycocks out of sight. Derek took a deep breath before beginning, devouring the tempting eye candy arayed before him. Already, his mouth watered for their cocks. Dustin was once more stroking himself. Derek turned on the recorder, then began his first question. "How long have you been...servicing clients?" "Servicing clients?" Dustin laughed, nudging Devon's naked leg with his foot. "How long have we been...servicing clients?" Devon shrugged. "I forget," he smiled, speaking in a sweet, preadolescent voice. "First of all, we don't...service clients...we...we make their cocks feel good and make'em shoot cum," Dustin told Derek bluntly. We do whatever they want to do that. We're flexible...we fuck, we suck, we kiss, we surrender our entire, beautiful, naked, boy-bodies to their slightest sexual whims. "Hopefully, in doing that, we get to shoot a little cum ourselves...I do anyway, Devon's not a shooter yet...he tries though...you ever see a twelvle-year old have a dry orgasm? "Uhh...no," Derek admitted, wishing silently for the opportunity. "I'm not really familiar with...boy-sex. That's why I'm here...to learn." Dustin had a way of discomorting him with his transparent frankness. "Okay...Devon, shust youself over here, let's show him some boy-sex," Dustin motioned for Devon to join him as the boy moved, slipping inside Dustin's embrace as the older boy reached with his left hand and enfolded Devon's hard, pulsating boy-cock. "You pretty close?" he asked. Devon nodded "...yeah, I guess," Devon smiled up at the boy he obviously loved. "Okay, I'm gonna make you cum for Mr. Chandler," Dustin began stroking his friend's upthrust cock. "You know, this may surprise you, but jackin' off probably makes up about half our...sexual services..." he laughed again at the phrase. "How'my doin?" "Feels good," Devon smiled up at him, kissing him on the chin. "Men like to jack us off...watch us cum...like it when we do it to them." Dustin went on, " Oh, they like to get sucked too...and suck our cocks...bet you're mouth's watering already...you're gay, right?" "Right on both counts," Derek confessed as his cock hardened painful inside his tan slacks. "And just call me Derek." "Cool...how you feelin, little guy?" Dustin hugged his little protege, "Feelin' good, feel like you're gonna cum?" "Yeah," Devon squirmed slighly in Dustin's arms as the older boy sped up his stroking fist on Devon's cock. "Shouldn't take long, he's not had an orgasm yet today," Dustin eyed first Devon, then Derek. "Makin' your cock hard?" "Err...yeah," Derek admitted, rearranging it slightly in his pants. "Well...get it out, stroke yourself, show us what you got?" Dustin urged. "Uhhh...no...I gotta be able to...to think...with my BIG head," Derek resisted the temptation while reviving an old, tired joke. "You didn't answer my question, how long have you..." "My life history? Okay, uhhh...okay, I guess I've always been...sexual...since as long as I can remember...born and raised naked most of the time...had my first orgasm when I was...ohh, six or eight I think...my dad jacked me off...been orgasming every day...several times a day...several times an hour even...ever since." Derek took a couple notes, his hand shakey, barely able to take his eyes off the sexual spectacle taking place before his eyes as little Devon was obviously nearing a "point of no return." "You 'bout ready to cum for Mr...for Derek?" Dustin returned his attention to his jacking hand on Devon's stiff young boy-cock. "Close..." Devon murmurred, driving his cock up into Dustin's jacking fist. "Getting me close..." "Do it...do it, kid, come on, yeah, yeah, man, he's gettin' close...I can tell, I've made him cum hundreds of times, yeah, yeah, that's it...cum on...cum on...over the top, over the..." Dustin egged him on. "Uhhhhhhh..." Devon suddenly moaned, then started heaving and thrusting his cock faster and faster, his thin, naked little hips writhing in acute sexual pleasure. "AaiieiieigiiIIIEHGHEHEOEIHGOIH EOIGHHHHH ...OHHHHHH GOD, OHGHEHHG IIIEIGHEHHGHHEHGHHGOD, GOD, GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, OHHHHHH FUCK, FEELIN' IT, FEELIN' IT AEIGEOHGEOIHOGHOIH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DUSTIN, DO IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, MAN, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, CUM, CUMMMM CUMMMMMLMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Devon cried out, lost in his own naked, sexual pleasure. Derek almost shot with him. "That's it, that's it, ohh, man, if this kid could shoot, we'd all be swimming in cum, ohhh yeah, yeah, nice one, nice little orgasm there, buddy, ohhhehhhh fuck, yeah, yeah. That was what a dry cum looks like," Dustin demonstrated. Derek wasn't sure whether the boys were for real or just putting on some kind of act for his benefit. It didn't matter...he was suitably impressed. So this was what boy-sex was like. "You cum in your pants?" Dustin eyed the reporter, laughing. "Almost," Derek confessed. "Going on...how long have you..." "I think I was ten the first time dad invited one of his friends over," Dustin continued. "The man offered dad $400 if I'd spend the night with him. He got a bargain, I was a virgin at the time." "Never been sucked or fucked?" Derek asked, accepting Dustin's level of sexual frankness." "Nope...fortunately the guy wasn't all that big." Dustin laughed, "he fucked me four times and I forget khow many times he made me...I was too young to shoot cum, of course, but man, orgasm after orgasm...dad gave me half the loot. I was hooked." "Three years, then?" Derek determined his own answer to his question. "And Devon?" The boys looked at one another. Devon shrugged. "I guess about a year, something like that," Derek answered for him. "You two...lovers?" Derek asked softly. Again, both boys laughed. "Not quite an appropriate term in our profession...we're friends...we sometimes orgasm together, but...lovers...not really...no emotional bond, no jealousy...love isn't a term any of us use." "Any of us?" Derek inquired. "Pleasure boys, you know...love just adds complications," Dustin explained. "So, you two are a pair, you...work together...you know, professionally? "Not really, mostly just friends. Devon lives across town. He rides his bike over when we both have some time off, like today." Derek explained. "We HAVE worked together...a couple photo shoots and an orgy once in a while but basically, he has his guys, I have mine...sometimes the same guys, but very few men could handle both of us in one bed, let me tell you. They'd be dead in an hour." Dustin joked. Derek laughed, he didn't for a moment doubt that. "You training him as your replacement when you get...you know, to old to be a boy any more?" "You kidding, he's too old to replace me, prime time for boys like us is eleven or twelve to sixteen. I'm halfway there...my replacement would be about nine years old now." Dustin explained. "You know any boys that young?" Derek questioned, "you know, boys who..." "Service clients?" Dustin joked, the phrase seemed to amuse him to no end. "Not really...well, maybe one, Ronon, he's about eight or nine." Dustin gazed down at Devon, "Does Ronon fuck for bucks?" "Once or twice I think," Devon smiled, melting Derek on the spot. "Ronon is Devon's little cousin...lives not too far from here, actually, you wanna meet him, he's a hoot, cute, funny, sexy...fuckin' horny as hell," Dustin explained. "Nine years old?" Derek repeated in disbelief. "Just tuned Ten," Devon added. "Nice ass, I taught him how to fuck." "How many boys your age are...available around here...locally, I mean?" Derek probed. "I don't know, I never counted," Dustin smiled, "let's see, three, four...six counting the twins...I'd say eight or ten altogether, some more professional than others...some do it on the sly...their parents don't know." "Speaking of parents, your mother is quite attractive, what about your dad?" Derek inquired. "He's quite attractive too," Dusting Joked. "Hmmm...I think he's bi..." Dustin eyed his naked young friend. Devon might be twelve but he looked no more than ten at the most. Dustin in fact, could easily pass for ten or twelve...if he had his pants on, that is. "Our friend Derek here interested in BOTH mom and dad." "Not sexually, I just..." "You wanna know what my parents think about me renting out my naked body to the highest bidder?" Dustin went on. "I guess you caould say they're cool with it, so long as I'm discreet. I guess you could say mom's my manager, dad's my pimp." "Really!" Derek blinked in disbelief. He'd not expected that. "Yeah, dad rounds'em up, mom makes sure they pay and don't hurt me or throw me off schedule?" Dustin further explained. "Off schedule? How many guys you see each day?" Derek asked. "Today's my day off, but usually six or eight...weekends more...usually at least one overnighter on the weekends." "And how much do you charge?" Derek questioned. "Top rate...five hundred an hour, five thousand for an overnighter...a whole weekend goes for ten." Dustin said blandly. "My god!" Derek had no idea such numbers were in play. "I charge six hundred an hour most days," Devon crowed, proud that his virginal little boy body went for a higher rate. "Little boys earn more...if they got the asshole for it," Derek added. "Devon's quite an asshole sometimes," he joked. "I can take six inches easy...eight or more with a little effort," Devon filled him in. "It's not so much length as how wide they are that makes a difference." Derek blinked in dismay. He was now past being shocked by anything the boys told him. "Your parents manage your....career as well?" "Dad does...mom's...out of the picture," Devon explained. Dustin laughed, "his dad is actually one of my paying customers." "Dad's too big to fuck me so he fucks Dustin," Devon went on, "That's how we met, how dad got into pimpin' me." "I take it you and your dad have sex regularly?" Derek asked the young boy, trying to stay ahead of the surprise curve. "Sometimes...sometimes he sucks me off...sometimes we sixty-nine a little, not every day but...yeah, he likes boys a lot, even his own." Devon giggled sexily. Derek's cock got a little harder. Both boys were stroking themselves again. "So, Dustin, you have sex with your dad too?" Derek guessed. "Uhhh...yeah, dad samples the merchandise once in a while...mom too, in fact," Dustin reported. Okay, Derek was still not passed being shocked...surprised at least. "You fuck your mom?" Dustin smiled, perhaps a bit embarrassed for the first time in their session. "Guess that makes me a motherfucker, don't it?" "I've fucked her too...she's got a really hot cunt," Devon joined in. "Actually, sometimes both of us crawl in bed with her and take turns, she really gets off on that," Dustin added. "And gets off, and gets off, and gets off..." Devon laughed, jerking his boy-cock all the more rapidly as he recalled their threeway sessions. "And your dad?" Derek asked. The boys looked at one another. "I don't think we've ever done a three-way with dad...one cum and he's done, it'd be kind of fruitless, I think," the boys considered soberly. "He's a good fucker though, he's had me several times," Devon said proudly. "I see," Derek smiled at the boys macho humor. "You mention photo shoots, you do a lot of that?" "Kiddy porn? No, not really...too risky...not for us... for the guys;" Dustin explained, "guys don't like evidence lying around." "Yes, I can understand that," Derek admitted. "Everything you two do is highly illegal, of course." "Illegal, but not all that risky," Dustin explained. "That's where the dads come in screening guys, arranging blood tests, keeping us safe...keeping our customer's safe as well." "This is a pretty gay community...pretty broadminded...even the cops," Devon opened up, displaying street smarts well beyond his meager years. "Cops? The cops know about you two?" Derek again tried not to be surprised. "We do them for free," Devon laughed. "He's not kidding, and the ones not into boys dad kicks back a little...a minor expense," Dustin joked. "All the boys...you know, work this way?" Derek asked. "Well, some more than others...there are some rank amateurs who try to go it alone." Dustin's cock was getting rather slick as he casually jacked himself. "You gonna cum?" Devon asked, eyeing his friend's hard cock. "Naw, I can control myself, I just like the feeling, sittin' on the edge," Dustin slowed his jacking movements. Speaking of edge, Derek knew what the boy was feeling. He'd been "on the edge" almost since he'd walked in. "You mean like Mickie...and Lonnie and..." Devon started naming names. "Shhhhh...professional ethics...we don't go outing other boys...even the competition...even amateurs...like...some of those guys are friends of mine." Dustin shushed him. "You do orgies with them?" Derek asked, eyeing both boys. "Sometimes...not often, orgies cost a fuckin' fortune...all the boys..." Dustin explained. "How many boys?" Derek asked anxiously. "Ohhh...I've seen as high as a dozen or so...usually less...six or eight boys, a dozen or more men...man, we really earn our money at orgies," Dustin sighed in dismay. "I got fucked twelve times one time at an orgy...and sucked off twenty or more...I quit counting at twenty," Devon laughed. "All naked, wall-to-wall boy-sex?" Derek tried to visualize the scene in his mind. "Yeah, pretty much...usually starting in the late afternoon and going all night, until all the guys get cummed out and can't shoot anymore." Dustin filled in the details. "Then we just crawl naked all over them and make fun of their cocks when they can't get hard anymore," Devon giggled his sexy little laugh that nearly sent Derek "over the edge" every time he heard it. "You do, I'm more polite than that," Dustin joked. "We get a lot of new customers that way." "You keep calling them customers, is that how you see them?" Derek had to ask. "Dad calls them clients...or motherfuckers...depending...yeah, I l guess, customers is the best term...they buy what we got to sell...naked sexual pleasure." "So, both you boys got a day off, what do you do on your day off?" Derek probed. "Fuck," Devon joked. "Busman's holiday, huh?" Derek laughed. "Huh?" That seemed to go right over both boys heads. Derek had forgotten they were just a couple horny young kids. "Yeah, we both love sex...love gettin' off...we're attracted to one another sexually but we're mostly just good friends...we play video games, watch porn, jack off, suck off, fuck off, fuck my mom," Dustin went on, kissing Devon's sweetly beautiful lips as the two fondled one another, their attention slipping from Derek's questions to one another. Derek paused and just watched as the two boys slipped casually into a sexual pleasure mode. Dustin laid back on the loveseat and Devon fitted himself effortlessly atop him, their hard, throbbing boycocks meshing between them as they began moving in a timeless choreography of sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhm, man, I love fuckin' you like this," Derek heard Devon murmur against Dustin's lips as his little boy body began heaving and thrusting his cock against that of his naked friend. "Do it...do it to me...make us cum," Dustin whispered back as the two boys seemed to forget Derek was watching. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, feels gooooodd," Devon whimpered as his grinding movements became more rythmic. Derek could take it no more. He heaved off his T-shirt and kicked off his loafers, then slipped out of his slacks and tighty-whities, joining the boys in their naked state as he silently took his cock in hand and began enjoying the show before him. "Fuck me...fuck me hard, fuck your cock against mine, make us cummmmm..." Dustin whispered softly as his naked boy-body returned his friends heaving thrusts one to one. Derek jacked harder, hoping he wouldn't shoot before the boys did, though he was incredibly turned on, getting closer and closer to going over the edge by the second. "Ohhhhhhh FUUUCCCK, I'm close!" Devon cried. "Me too, let's fuckin' DOOO it!" Dustin gasped as the two boys moved in a symphony of sexual beauty. "Shoot it, shoot your cum all over me...I want you to cummm...cummm..." Devon's voice rose with his growing sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuck, fuck...fuck...I'm fuckin' CUMMMING...CUMMING, CUMMING, AOHGIIOOIEHOGH EGOD, DUSTIN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAN, MAKE ME FEEL IT, FEELIN' IT...OHHHH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCNIN' MEEEEEE!" "ME TOO...SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' MY CUM ALL FUCKIN' OVER YOU, OHHHHH FUCK, DEVON, YOU MAKE ME CUM SOOO FUCKIN' HARD, FEELS LIKE...LIKE I'M TURNIN' INSIDE OUT, OHHHHEHHHGH GOD, I LOVE FUCKIN' YOU LIKE THIS, COCK TO COCK, OHEHHGHEHHH FUCCCKKKK...SHOOTIN' MY LOAD...AGHEHHGHHEH STILL CUMMIN', SO HARD, SO FUCKIN' HARD!" "I'M CUMMIN' TOO!" Derek cried out, beyond controling his voice or what was happening to his slender, naked body as his cock started spurting uncontrolably, landing huge globs of man-cum high onto his heaving chest. "OHHHH FUCK, FUCKKKKK, DOO IT BOYS, DO IT, FUCK EACH OTHER, SHOOT YOUR CUM, KEEP SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM, AGHHEHHEOIEHGHEHHGHH GOD, I AIN'T CUM LIKE THIS IN YEARS... AOGOEHHEHHHEHHG YEAH, YEAH, OOEHHGHEHHHGH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKkkkkkkkk!" He must have momentarily lost consciousnes. The next thing Derek realize two naked young boys stood over him, their cocks still pretty much hard, laughing and pointing at his now shriveled manhood. Derek looked down at his spent naked body, then up at the boys. "I thought you said you were too polite to laugh."