Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:09:21 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working boys Chapter 12 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 four to six 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 12 "My god, they're still going at it?" Darin gaped at the closed circuit monitor on the bridge when he returned at 0400 hours to relieve Derek. The boat was set on autopilot, all Derek had to do was monitor the radar and a few indicators Darin had shown him. "Non-stop," Derek reported. "I told him Ronon loved lots and lots of orgasms. He's up to EIGHT so far...uhhhh...make than nine..." "And Mike?" Darin questioned. "Five, if I counted right," Darin told him. "Ronon is insatiable with a cock in his mouth." "I guess the Paranol really works," Darin observed the man and boy as Ronon moved into position to fuck Mike for a THIRD time that night. "Well, they HAVE slowed down a little, the first hour or two, god, it was like FRANTIC almost, one cum after another," Darin recounted. "Man, your video system is OUTSTANDING!" "You get to zoom in and stuff?" Darin smiled. "I can't wait to see the video." "Mike know you planned to record him?" Derek asked, contemplating the vulnerable position that put him in, making love to a naked eleven-year-old boy. "We record all of our sexual encounters," Darin explained. "He'd be disappointed if I DIDN'T record him, tonight of all nights." "I hope they give it a rest before too long," Derek sighed, "Ronon ain't gonna be worth shit tomorrow the rate he's been goin'." "Speaking of which, you better go below and hit the sack or you'll be worse than that," Darin urged, "we'll be arriving in Nassau about daybreak." "Right," Derek agreed. "You keep an eye on my boy there, okay, make sure your friend don't get carried away in the heat of passion." "Don't worry, if he ever hurt Ronon, I'd castrate the fucker," Darin declared, "friend or no friend, lover or not." "Uhhh...yeah..." Derek mumbled, somewhat taken aback by Darin's viciousness. "Right...see ya tomorrow at breakfast." "Ohhhhh shit," Darin cried. "WHA?!" Derek turned quickly. "Breakfast!" "So?" "Who the fuck's gonna fix breakfast?" Darin exclaimed. "I'll be up here, and it's for damn sure HE ain't gonna be worth a shit...not that he's that great in the galley anyway but..." "What time?" Derek sighed in resignation, hoping for at least two or three hours sleep. "Seven?" Darin suggested anxiously. "Make it eight," Derek bargained, "...peanut butter and jelly on toast." "Can't you even fry and EGG?" Darin complained. "Okay, peanut butter and jelly and and EGG on toast," Derek relented, "although my eggs tend to be a little runny." Darin made a face, pretending to gag. Derek tapped lightly on Ronon's door, unsure exactly what to expect. It seemed to be quiet inside. On a serving cart, on a silver tray beneath a silver dome was peanut butter and jelly on toast with some slightly too well done scrambled eggs on the side. Coffee and orange juice completed the menu. There was silence on the other side, no one opened the door. Derek peeked at his watch. It was almost nine. He and Darin had already eaten. He'd helped Darin tie up the boat at the Paradise Island marina near Nassau. He checked the door. It was unlocked. Slowly, he opeed it. The room was bathed in the bright glow of the early morning light streaming in through two oval windows. Mike lay on his stomach, dead to the world. Ronan lay naked on the man's back, his cock seemingly permanantly lodged in Mike's ass, though it was obvious any real sexual activity was well beyond the realm of possibility at this point. "Good morning, boys, how's...things? Derek asked as he wheeled the car into the room. No one moved. "Ronon, Mike, I brought you breakfast in bed...in celebration of your birthday," Derek said in a louder voice. Finally, all else having failed, Derek nudged Ronon, attempting to revive him. It looked as if the two had fucked themselves to death. "Huh, uh..." Ronon grunted, turning his head from the light, then went back to sleep. Derek contemplated just leaving the cart and retreating back to the real world. What he really wanted to do was go back to sleep. The midnight shift on the bridge, despite the rather amazing "entertainment" had about done him in. "Hey, kid, time to get up, it's..." he checked his watch once more. "It's after nine." "What time is it?" Ronon finally began to move, though apparently he wasn't all that conscious. "I just told you, it's after nine, we're in Nassau now...Paradise Island...man, if you thought the Marina in Benton Beach was wild, you should see THIS place...we're one of the SMALLER boats." Derek tried to excite the boy. "Hey, Mike," Ronon attempted to wake his sex partner, "ya wanna fuck some more?" "I think you've fucked quite enough for one day...night...whatever," Derek declared as he watched Ronon extricate his tired young boy-cock from Mike clinging buttocks. "Look, I brought you some...breakfast," even he was reluctant to call his gastronomic creations "food." "You bring any Fruit Loops?" Ronon asked groggily he sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his eyes, looking now more like a sleepy eight-year-old than any kind of sex slave. "Fruit Loops? Now, why didn't I think of that? No...no Fruit Loops...peanut butter, grape jelly, on toast...there's eggs too but I wouldn't recommend them." Ronon reached for the orange juice, then surveyed the sexual devastation behind him on the bed. "I think I fucked him to death...can they arrest me for that?" "Hmmmm...Mike maybe...I think you're too young for charges like that to be brought," Derek joked, though in Ronon's current state the humor missed him a mile. "Mike, breakfast...time to get up," Derek shook the naked man on the bed." "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Ronon, do it to me, make me cum again...make me cum, make me cum, make me cum..." Mike mumbled in his sleep as Derek rolled him over. "Mike, it's Derek, Ronon is done fucking you...time to get up, shower, shave, get some food in you..." Derek urged as Mike seemed to revive a little, if you could call a sex-sotted drunken stupor anything approaching a revival. "Is that coffee?" Mike eyed the cart as Derek helped him upright in bed. The place reeked of cum, Paranol laced cum by the ball full coating both man and boy. "Black?" Derek guessed. Mike nodded dumbly as Derek poured and Ronon suppressed a laugh, somewhat dismayed at what his boyish sex appeal had done to the man. "Is he gonna live?" Ronon joked as he dug into the misbegotten scrambled eggs as if they were gourmet. "Just barely," Derek decided, wishing he could check his vital signs to be sure. "What the fuck'd you DO this this poor man? "Nothin'," Ronon claimed, "all I did was... "Yes, I saw, made him cum...SIX TIMES...at least, and that's just what I saw before four a.m., looks like some of this cum is still fresh." "Well, we did cum a lot," Ronon admitted, an ornery grin creeping across his seductively beautiful face. "A LOT?" Derek mocked, "three or four times is a lot, you...I counted...eight times...and like I said, that was just till I went to bed at four..." "Quit fuckin' complainin', I didn't get to sleep until SIX!" Ronon groused, starting to work on one of the PB&Js. "Really, how many times did you fuck him?" Derek was contemplated starting a record book of the boy's sexual exploits. "Seven TIMES," Mike answered Derek's query, "I'll be sore for..." "You kept sayin' 'fuck me Ronon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, boy, fuck my ass, boy, fuck my ass," Ronon quoted. "So, I did." "PB&J?" Mike for the first time inspected the single divided sandwich Ronon had NOT eaten...yet. "Hey, I'm not Julia Child," Derek argued. "Fruit Loops, next time, okay?" Ronon put in his request. "Right...Fruit Loops...okay, kid, you've eaten 'bout everything in sight, hit the showers," Derek ordered, hustling the boy off to the ultra luxurious head." Mike started to get up to follow him. Derek halted him, pushing him back down on the bed with one finger. "You, I wanna talk to." "Me?" Mike objected, "don't I need a fuckin' shower too?" "Not with HIM you don't. What the fuck you think you were doin', tryin' to KILL the kid?" Derek asked lowering his voice so Ronon wouldn't hear. "It was the Paranol?" Mike argued. "Paranol, smaranol, when I said he like to cum a lot I didn't mean you could...could...ABUSE the boy," Derek barely concealed his anger. "Seven times is too much?" Mike asked plaintively. "Five times...FOUR times is too much..." Derek insisted, "on top of that, you musta made HIM cum...what, ten, twelve times?" "Who's counting?" Mike sighed, "I didn't FUCK him though, I never laid a finger on his asshole." "Which is why you're not fighting off sharks right now in Gulf Stream," Derek reacted angrily. "When I gave him to you, I didn't think you were gonna...gonna..." "Gonna what?" Ronon asked standing dripping wet behind them, toweling off his revitalized naked boy-body. It had been a quick shower. "Never mind..." Derek surrendered, knowing anything he had to say would be lost on the man, who was even now, gazing hungrily at Ronon's delicate, sweet nakedness. "Why don't you gobble down the rest of...that...then go to your OWN room and get a shower, you disgust me..." then turning to Ronon..."and YOU...I wanna talk to YOU too." "What'd I do, he's still alive, ain't he?" Ronon reacted as Mike left and Derek sat him down nakedly on the edge of the bed. "It's not what you DID, it's what you DIDN'T do," Derek spoke more gently to the boy than he had Mike. "Didn't do?" "Remember, I asked you last night if you knew how to say 'no' and mean it?" Derek recalled for the boy. Ronon nodded, knowing what was coming. There was a long silence as the two communicated silently. "You didn't say it?" Derek said softly. "I...I..." "And don't fuckin' blame the Paranol...YOU didn't take it...in fact YOU gave it to him." Derek reminded him. "Darin gave it to me, he said it'd be alright," Ronon sought an excuse. "Yes, well, we're gonna have a little talk about THAT too," Derek noted, "but...let this be a lesson to you...you're only eleven...you're only a little boy, untouched by puberty...probably for another year or two at least...sex is fine...sex is GREAT in fact, I like a little sex myself once in a while but...LAST NIGHT..." Derek paused to regain control of his voice. "Last night you went on a binge...a fuckin' drunkin' binge...it's like you drank a whole case of BEER in one night...only it wasn't alcohol it was...an orgy...a sex-drugged ORGY...that much...cumming...even if you're not old enough to actually SHOOT anything...that much sex can't be good for a...a beautiful, sweet, sexy little boy of eleven." "I'm okay...just a little tired," Ronon told him softly, head bowed, staring at his cock. It wasn't hard anymore. "You're NOT okay...you're completely exhausted," Derek insisted. "I promised your mother I'd watch out for you. I was worried about Mike doing something to you. I didn't know I had to be worried about YOU...you doing something to YOURSELF!" "HEY, I'm a little kid, like you said, I don't shoot my cum yet, I can...can orgasm as much as I want...as often as I want," Ronon stared up to him, a touch of rebellion creeping into his voice. "You ain't my dad." "Thank god for that!" Derek reacted, "if I'd been your dad...god, he'd been down here cheerin' you on, suckin' you off himself." "I'm sorry," Ronon said quietly, not so much that he actually WAS sorry, but to try and end the lecture. "Sorry has nothing to do with it. I don't give a flyin' fuck how SORRY you are," Derek paused to once more regain control. "Ronon...I love you...I love you more than...more than a father... especially YOUR father...yes, I love you sexually, how could I not but...I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I...I can, I think, protect you from...THEM...but Ronon, I can't protect you from yourself...not without YOUR help. I don't want 'I'm sorry', I don't want promises. What I want from you is SMARTS! I want to drive into this pretty head of yours that just because you CAN orgasm a dozen times in one night doesn't mean you SHOULD. You're young...eleven years old, that much sex probably isn't gonna KILL you, not this time anyway, but...I'm not always gonna be here to...you realize Mike could have driven you to...all morning, maybe all afternoon." "And that COULD have killed me, right?" Ronon gazed up at him sadly. "Well, it wouldn't have done you any good," Derek told the boy, wondering if he wasn't over-reacting. Ronon looked up at him, forcing a guilty smile. "There's other aspects of sex that are just as beautiful, just as seductive, just as pleasurable in their own way as driving yourself...ABUSING yourself with an untold number of orgasms upon orgasms upon orgasms for hours on end." "I was absent the day they taught moderation," Ronon tried to joke. "This ain't funny!" Derek snapped. "Boy, your sex education is WOEFULLY incomplete...Devon can't teach you something he's never learned himself," Derek continued, noting that Ronon was growing more than a little antsy under the intensity of his words. "The same goes for your MOTHER." "Not to mention dad," Ronon noted himself. "Hmph...yeah. Ronon, no one...including myself...has ever taught you how to...'to make love'." Derek sat down next to the naked little boy, hugging him. "All you know is fucking...fucking and sucking and jackin' your cock. It's like you've learned how to steer the car but never learned how to downshift or mastered the rules of the road. There are TWO pedals down there on the floor. The BRAKE is just as important as the gas...the orGASm." Ronon said nothing. He gazed up at Derek and smiled. The kid knew how to do that exceedingly well. "Lecture over?" Derek bent and kissed those smiling lips. "Lecture over." "Thanks," Ronon kissed him back. "Ohhhhh no....no, no, no, you've had enough...too MUCH sex for one morning..." Derek read the boy's intentions like a book. "Now get dressed, I'll meet you up on deck, I think the boat's owner may be coming on board this morning. I think you might want to meet him." Morning came and went nothing happened. Ronon got bored and went back to his room to sleep it off. Derek dozed off on deck in a lounge chair. Mike was engrossed in yet another birthday present. Darin had given him a cookbook. About one, Darin nudged Mike. "Look alive, we got company." He waved as Zac got out of an Atlantis Hotel limo. "Ohhhh, shit, and look who he's got with him." Mike noted as a beautiful, shapely young girl got out behind Zac. "This should be intersting," Darin observed. "TIFF-an-neeeeeeee," Mike deliberately drew out the girl's name, "the little tart..." Both men went aft to welcome the two aboard. "Sorry we're late but Tiffany...you remember Tiffany don't you?" Zac introduced his 15-year-old daughter. "Tiffany decided she needed her beauty rest...god, teenagers today, all they want to do is eat and sleep. "But, daddy, I'm a growing girl," Tiffany excused herself as she very graciously shook hands with both men while they ogled her exceedingly short, tight white shorts and pink haltar top. It perfectly matched her fleshtones, giving her a topless look. "Indeed you are," Mike admired Tiffany's slender figure and budding young breasts. She wasn't exactly Dolly Parton but there was no doubt she was really enjoying puberty. "Get your eyes back in your head, Mike," Zac joked, "Tiffany thought she'd like to go over to Parrot Cay for a swim, if you two don't have other plans?" "Would it matter if we did?" Darin joked. "No," Zac admitted, laughing. "Oh, by the way," Darin paused as Derek came down from the upper deck, wiping his mid-day nap from his eyes. "We have a couple guests..." "My god, Derek? Derek Chandler?" Zac instantly recognized him. "Uhhh...yes...glad to meet you..." Derek enthusiastically shook hands with the famous entertainer. "I read your column all the time, your picture at the top doesn't do you justice...you're...younger than I thought," Zac made no secret that he was attracted to the man. "Thanks, I'm a big fan of yours, too," Derek admitted, "Sexsation" was...sexsational, what can I say, I've seen it twice, even wrote a review of it." "Yes, I read it...not totally positive but..." Zac released the man's hand which he'd held just a tad longer than necessary. "Neither was the film," Derek defended his words. "You said...'guests,'?" Zac's attention turned back to Darin as he changed the subject. "Yes...where is Ronon?" Darin looked about. "Downstairs, sleeping it off," Derek sighed in dismay. "Drunken party last night?" Zac guessed wrong. "Party, but not much to drink...ahhhhh, here he is..." Darin observed as Ronon came up on deck. He was clad in a tiny red bikini, little short of obscene, Making Tiffany's attire seem downright prudish. The effect was not lost on Tiffany. Her eyes prodtruded a bit too. "Ronon...Zac, this is Ronon Parker, he's a...friend of Derek's. Ronon is going to be sailing with for a while, kind of a cabin boy, I guess you'd say, help Mike in the galley...tidy up a bit...that sort of thing." Darin polished up the boy's duties a bit inasmuch as there was a young lady present. "Zac is the owner of the boat, technically we're HIS guests," Derek explained to the boy. "Friend?" Zac questioned, seeing through both their smoke screens. "He's too old to be your son, your brother maybe?" "Uhh...no, just...his mother and I are...acquaintences," Derek nervously fleshed out their relationship." "She's not the best mother in the world," Ronon came to his rescue, "Derek's sort of taken me under his wing and..." "I'm sure he has," Zac looked the boy up and down, obviously undressing him, then doing the same with Derek. "Kind of a...mother hen, I take it?" "More than you know," Ronon giggled, recalling the little 'mother hen' lecture earlier. "How old are you, Ronon?" Tiffany asked smiling her sweetest, most enchanting smile. "Eleven," Ronon told her, his own eyes doing a little roving on their own. "Eleven...that old..." Tiffany reacted in surprise. "Yeah, everyone guesses I'm eight, maybe nine," Ronon turned on the charm, "How old are you, nineteen?" He knew better but he knew what she wanted to hear. "Only in her own mind," Zac laughed. "Fifteen," Tiffany told him. "Going on twenty-five," her father added. Then, eyeing his daughter, "slow down, girl he's ONLY eleven." "We have a lot in common, MY mom's not the best mother in the world either," Tiffany claimed as she seated herself on one of the broad sofas lining the outer periphery of the deck, then patted the seat, inviting Ronon to join her. "She's got that right," Zac agreed. "Watch yourself Ronon, she's a man-eater." Zac joked as Ronon joined Tiffany, sitting somewhat closer than necessary, just slightly short of a cuddle. "Parrot Cay?" Darin confirmed their destination for the day. "What's Parrot Cay?" Derek added. "Oh, just a little uninhabited island, hardly more than a glorified sandbar, about a dozen miles from here," Zac told Derek, resting his arm around the man's shoulder. "Darin took us out there the last time we were here...Tiffany's favorite swimming hole." "Mike, untie the knot," Darin told his crew of one. "We gonna make it an overnighter?" He asked Zac. "Sure, why not...Derek and I have some catching up to do?" Zac told them. "We do?" Derek reacted in surprise, inasumch as he'd never before met the man. "Ohhh...right...we do," he corrected himself as he belatedly read Zac's not-so-subtle intentions.