Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2012 05:47:44 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 22 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 22 When the Gay Blade hit the newsstands the next day, Derek's column was on the front page. The headline read: "Pre-teen Prostitution Probed" His editor loved the piece and ordered up two more installments, probing, as the man joked, "pre-teen prostitutes more deeply." Derek waited three days expecting all hell to break loose. Nothing much happened. He put out the second installment with the even more powerful headline, "Pre-teen Prostitutes Uncovered," this time with a couple stock photos of scantily clad young boys apparently taken with a telephoto lens. Readership and circulation rose somewhat but either no one much cared or no one believed his story. Gays seemed to find the piece intriguing but no one else did. Derek's editor suggested the whole thing might just be too hot to handle by the mainstream media or perhaps, simply too distasteful. Perhaps if he'd written about young girls, the reaction might be more pronounced. Maybe no one cared much about boy prostitutes. On Friday, the day the second piece came out out, Doug Dillon, Dustin's dad, called him. Derek had expected him to call all week. "What'd you think of part two?" Derek asked almost breathlessly. "Well, I must say, I had my doubts but, what can I say, good piece of jounalism," Doug critiqued, "insightful, revealing, without being disruptive or judgmental. You walked a fine line." "Thanks," Derek replied. "I must say, I was expecting more reaction." "Well, it's a Blade copyrighted story," Doug suggested, "mainstream news doesn't like to have to quote a gay tabloid, simple as that. But that's not why I called." "Oh?" Derek reacted. "You know Colton Cox?" "Yes, why? Derek replied. "I had a call. The man is laying out big bucks planning a little party tonight," Doug revealed. "He wants Dustin for the weekend." "First I've heard about it," Derek admitted in dismay. "Tell me about him?" Doug ordered. "Well, what's to tell, CEO of Cox International, rich as Croesus, queer as Hadrian, horny as Liberace..." "Fuck all that, tell me something I don't know," Doug snapped briskly. "What's he like? What's he like with boys? Sadistic? Sarcastic? Stingy? How well do you know him? Derek, he wants my son, I want his money, I gotta know the risks." "Well, I just met the man a few days ago. He's got a young son of his own, spoiled little brat about nine, cute as a kitten, a miniature of his father. He and Devon hit it off. Sean Simpson made a few bucks fuckin' him the other night. You know Sean, right?" "Yes, yes, I know Sean, fuckin' amateur prick," Doug told him impatiently. "Bottom line, do I have anything to worry about sending Dustin over there?" "Over where?" Derek questioned. "The Williams place on the beach," Doug went on, "don't tell me you don't know where the..." "Yes, yes, I know the place," Derek sighed, "not exactly ideal for a fuckin' orgy but." "Whadya mean?" Doug asked. "Well, for one thing, it's only got one bed," Derek explained. "Okay, it's a BIG bed but still. How many boys?" "Shit, I don't know, probably half a dozen or more from what I hear," Doug told him, "and big ticket boys at that." "What'd he offer?" Derek probed. "Five grand for the weekend." "Whoa..." Derek was impressed. "Well?" Doug waited impatiently as Derek considered the proposition. "Take the money and run," Derek told him. "I don't think Dustin will encounter anything he can't handle, anything he's not seen before. He's not exactly a babe in the woods, you know." "I take it you didn't get an invitation?" Doug asked. "A bit rich for my blood," Derek laughed. "But if you're worried, I'll see if I can't crash the party." "You do that, I'll feel much relieved," Doug sighed. "A guy like that, his own drug company in his medicine cabinet...sex drugs at that, god only knows..." "What time is this little soiree supposed to start?" Derek asked. "The usual, around five," Doug told him, "I hear he's roped off the whole beach from the boulders to the point, posted guards, the works. You might just have trouble gettin' in." "I'll get in," Derek reassured him, "I've learned a few tricks." "Speaking of 'tricks,' how'd the thing with Ronon turn out?" Doug asked. "Ronon? Fine, no problem, smooth as silk. The kid's a trouper." Derek reported. "Now his MOTHER, that's a different story." Doug started laughing. "I heard she had some choice words for your handling of the whole affair." "I'm sure," Derek's laughter was a good deal more subdued than Doug's. "I'm sure the whole fuckin' town thinks I've turned pimp by now." "Don't worry about it," Doug told him. "It's a small town, everyone knows everyone's business anyway, but they also know to keep their mouths shut if they know what's good for business. I did have a few questions for Mario Davis, though, when he was over here with Dustin last night." "The cop?" Derek asked, alarmed. "He's a cop, but he's also a boy-lover," Doug noted. "I think he was more amused than curious. Don't worry, he'll cover your backside...I hear you two used to be...quite friendly in high school." "We fucked around a little," Derek admitted. "I taught him it was fun to be gay." "Dustin worships the guy." "He has good tastes," Derek smiled as he pictured the strikingly handsome, six-foot officer and Dustin together naked. "Tell you what, Doug, I'll stop over and pick up Dustin this afternoon. I'll be his escourt, he'll be my ticket to the orgy." "Sounds like a plan...be here, 4:30," Doug ordered, "I'll have him all hard and throbbing." Dustin came wrapped in a loose fitting t-shirt which hung well passed his hips. His cock and balls were barely contained in a tiny gold pouch barely supported by a length of elastic string around his slender waist and up under his crotch through his butt crack. Derek hoped the Prius didn't break down forcing them to hike to the beach. In a town like Benton Beach, Derek feared he might be forced to fight to protect the boy's "honor." "That your standard working kit?" he asked the Dustin as they neared the beach. "No, usually I'm naked," Dustin told him. He wasn't joking. "You're not exactly overdressed yourself," "A little something I picked up last weekend in Nassau," Derek glanced down at his aqua blue Speedo. It offered about three times the coverage of Dustin's meager groin cloth. "I like the beach robe, so soft and cuddly," Dustin teased, rubbing his cheek against Derek's shoulder. "Cut that out, I'll get a hardon and bust my britches," Derek shrugged him off. Dustin guffawed, laughing out loud. "Don't worry, I'd let you borrow mine." "Just keep your fuckin' shirt tail down, I don't want us to get arrested," Derek warned as he parked the car in as inconspicuous a spot as he could find, more than half a block from the main beach. "Don't worry, Mario's workin' the beach tonight, he's cool," Dustin smiled, hugging Derek as they walked. Derek hoped they looked like father and son, or maybe brothers, though actually, no one seemed to be paying them any heed at all as they skirted the north end of the beach and headed for the huge boulders obscuring the Williams place. "Your dad get a head count, some idea what we're headin' into?" Derek asked nervously. "Six, eight, maybe ten boys," Dustin estimated, "but god only knows how many fat old farts." "Fat old farts? Here?" Derek joked. "I thought they outlawed fat old farts around here ages ago." "They did, but they keep growin' NEW ones," Dustin laughed as they spotted the first of Colton Cox's security goons Doug had warned them of. "Well, looks like privacy shouldn't be a problem," Derek eyed the man warily as they approached. He wore sneakers and a Speedo not too unlike Derek's. Around his waist was a heavy utility belt, no gun, but a can of mace was prominantly apparent--not your typical security guard. "Names?" The man asked sternly, hands on hips, "Dustin Dillon," Dustin boldly stepped forward. "He's with me," he nodded toward Derek. Dustin had been well-coached in his role. The man checked off Dustin's name from a list on his clipboard. "Name?" He eyed Derek. "Derek Chandler" The guard started to scan down the printed list, then paused, in doing so, looked Derek over from head to foot. There was a flash of recognition in his face. He smiled, nodded, and let them pass without further ado. "What'd you make of THAT?" Dustin questioned. "Ya got me," Derek shrugged. "Maybe because you're famous now?" Dustin smiled up at him teasingly. "...after what you wrote." "May be," Derek acknowledge. On the concrete, cantilevered deck around the pool, it appeared they'd started the party without them. Even from fity yards away, Derek could see at least half a dozen naked young boys cavorting about, all sexually aroused, plus another half-dozen adult males in a similar state. Rock music blared from the outside stereo speakers. Men and boys were dancing. As they approached they briefly spotted Devon, one of the few whow WASN'T naked, yet anyway. He smiled and waved. A naked, nine-year-old blond boy waved too, then came running across the sand toward them. "Dustin, this is Kevin. Kevin, my friend Dustin." Derek introduced the two boys. "Hi," Kevin surveyed the older boy, forcing a smile and waving awkwardly. "Nice cock, kid," Dustin smiled down at the little boy, extending his hand. Kevin accepted it with the continued awakwardness of his tender years. "Handle this little fucker with kid gloves, Dustin," Derek told his thirteen-year-old admission ticket, "his old man runs the place and he's richer'n Bill Gates and Warren Buffet combined." "You're not allowed to FUCK me, your cock's too big," Kevin quickly set the ground rules. "And how would you know THAT?" Dustin teased the boy, "we just met." Kevin boldly jerked up Dustin's dress-like shirt tail to check. "Yep, too big. You're a working boy, you've gotta have a big one, right?" "Uhhh...right," Dustin agreed, somewhat bemused by the kid's bold little-boy frankness, "much too big for your cute little asshole." He stopped just short of CALLING the kid an asshole. "You might be surprised," Kevin winked. Derek draped his arm around he little boy's naked shoulders as they made their way to the steps. At the top of the quarter flight of steps was a very naked Colton Cox, smiling drink in hand, "hey I'm so sorry, Derek, I intended to call you, send you a formal invitation. I'm so glad you're here; I don't know even one out of ten of these guys." "I'll do what I can, introduce you, though, in looking around, about half of them I don't even know," Derek admitted. He counted eight or ten pre-teen boys, other than Devon and Dustin, three of whom he knew slightly. "This ain't exactly the crowd I tend to hang with, if you know what I mean." "Looks like you got a nice variety of boys," Dustin complimented the man. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you," Derek apologized. "Colton Cox, this is Dustin, Dustin, this is Kevin's dad, president and CEO of Cox International, the only guy I know who would afford this many hot young cocks for an entire weekend. "Dustin," I'm extremely pleased to meet you," Colton gushed. "Your reputation preceeds you. I must say, you certainly ARE the most exquisitely beautiful young boy here tonight. Take off your things, get comfortable, I'm looking forward to getting to know you a LOT better as the night progresses." "I'm sure you are," Dustin smiled in return, ripping his t-shirt over his head, showing off his incredible, naked torso for the man to ogle lustfully, "I'm looking forward to it too, Derek tells me you and your son are quite a team." "Kevin...yeah, I guess...obnoxious little fuck but..." Colton betrayed a certain father's pride in the boy. "OhhhhmmiiiiiiGODDDDDDDD," Derek gasped, "look who's here." "Is that...is that HIM?" Dustin gaped. "DEEERRRRRRRREEEEKK!" the man, thinly clad in the obligatory Speedo, suddenly recognized them and rushed forward like he'd not seen him in years. "ZAC!" Derek cried in surprise, "What the fuck you doin' here?" "An old friend from way back," Colton introduced them. "We're kind of in the process of mending fences." "I took him to the cleaners a year or so ago," Zac smiled, "but...like he said...ancient history." Zac patted their host on the back a bit more firmly than he seemed to like. "Zac promised to bring the most beautiful little boy in the world with him. What could I say," Colton revealed. "I couldn't turn down an offer like that." "Ronon?" Derek gasped, looking around, trying to spot the boy. It had to be Ronon," Derek decided. What other most beautiful little boy in the world did Zac know." "He's around here somewhere," Zac also looked around, peering over, around, and between now mostly naked guests. "Just find the nearest bed?" "Up there," Colton pointed up a set of spiral stairs leading to an upper deck. "Nice digs, but can you believe, the place has only ONE bed?" "I can believe it. Actually, I've romped around a few times in that bed," Derek admitted, hugging Zac, feeling the man's hard cock pressing against his own. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go check it out...for old time's sake." "And who do we have HERE?" Derek heard Zac starting to come on to Dustin as they parted. The deck above was almost as heavily populated as the one below; and the bedroom, through the massive, oak, double doors, was, what you might call INFESTED with naked men and boys enjoying various permutations of sweltering boy-sex. Sure enough, right in the middle of the huge round bed, Ronon was flat on is back, knees up, getting his cute little boy ass fucked by his best friend. Devon was cock deep and riding the boy like there was only the dimmest possibility of tomorrow. As for Ronon, as Derek watched from some layers back, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the return from his week-long hiatus from anal penetration. From the specatators around the bed, most of them jacking their cocks, came cheers of, "Fuck him Devon, fuck his ass, pound his ass, really fuck that little fucker, man, do it to him, ride his ass, make him cum, Devon, make him cum." Devon seemed to gather strength and spirit from the dozen strong cheering squad, picking up speed, driving his cock, harder and faster, deeper and wilder with every stroke, "Ohhhhhh, god, Ronon, take it, man, take my cock, ohhhhh god, your ass feels good, ohhhhh yeah, yeah, love fuckin' your ass, man, ohhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, ohaoeihgoeihoeih god, feels good, feels soo fuckin' good, aooehgoieoohhhh yeah, baby, annahghehahhe, god, I've missed you sooooo much, missed you soooo bad, hahehhgheh yeah, yeah, yeah," Devon panted as he not only fucked Ronon with a near ruthless abandon, but frantically jacked the boy's hard young cock at the same time, bringing to his friend's sweetly beautiful face a look of nearly excruciating sexual ecstasy Devon found incredibly exciting yet strangely frightening as well. He'd never seen the look before. He wondered if the week away had somehow changed the sweet little boy he loved so deeply. "Ohhh, Ronon, Ronon, Ronon, I love you, man, I love you soooo much, soooo much, sooooo fuckin' much." "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,FUCK ME,FUCKME,FUCKME,FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUGMEFUCMEFUGMEFUGMEFUGMM!" Ronan cried out an insane chant of aching sexual pleasure gripping him deep inside as Devon pummeled his boyish pleasure passage with an endless, relentless string of powerful thrusts, "Ohhhhhh god, Devon, ohhhh fucccckkk, do it to me, Devon, do it to me, fuck me, man, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckiin' me, keep fuckin' me forever, man, feels soooo god, oahehhghe yeah, yeah, your cock, your cock, feels good good, soooo big, ahgehahherhh fuck, make me cum, Devon, make me cum, make me cum, man, make us BOTH cum, man, oehgeoiahoeirh god, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss..." "Ohhhhh god, this is the best fuck I ever had, feels better than anything...anyone...aogheoaiheorih god, Ronon, I love you, I love fuckin' you, man, oeohgoiehaohie god, the feeling, the feeling in my cock, man, I'm gonna shoot your so full of cum you'll be shittin' my sperm for a week," Devon proudly broadcast to his friend and all those gathered about frantically jerking their own cocks, that he'd recently joined the ranks of the "I-can-shoot-my-cum-now-too" crowd. "I can feel it, I can feel it gettin' close, Ronon, I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, getting stronger, stronger, stronger, closer and closer and closer..." "OHHH FUCK YES, SHOOT IT MAN!" "DO IT TO HIM, PLOW HIS CUTE LITTLE FUCKIN' ASS!" Derek now had his cock out, "SHOOT YOUR CUM, DEVON, SHOOT YOUR CUM, SHOOT YOUR CUMMMMM!!" "OHHHH FUCK, I'M GONNA CUMMMMM!" "OHHH GOD, WHAT A FUCKFEST, DO IT TO HIM, FUCK HIS ASS, FUCK THE FUCK OUTTA HIM!" Beside him, Derek saw out of the corner of his eye, both Dustin and Colton, frntically jacking each other's cocks, their eyes glued to the wild sexual spectacle taking place on the massive round bed, craning their necks, straining every naked muscle to see, two of the most beautiful pre-teen boys in the world desperately pushing every sinew of their slender young boy-bodies toward the ultimate in pre-adolescent sexual pleasure. "CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM,CUM,CUM,CUM,CUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUM! The chant arose and grew louder and more rapid by the second. "SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT!!" "SHOOT YOUR CUMMMM!!" "OHHHHHH FUCK, I'M CUMMMING!" "CUMMMING...ME TOOOOOOO! "OHHHHH FUCK, WILDEST SCENE I EVER SEEN," Colton Cox cried not far from Derek's ear and the noise level rose to a deafening din. "THAT'S RONON PARKER, HOTTEST LITTLE FUCKER I EVER FUCKED!" Zac tried to carry on some semblance of a conversation with Colton and Dustin as the three of them struggled to see and at the same time join the impending orgasm. "YOU FUCKED HIM?" Colton cried in surprise. Derek had been even more stunned by Zac's words. "WELL, ACTUALLY, HE FUCKED ME BUT..." Zac corrected himself. "I'm gonna fuckin' CUMMMMMM!!" The whole room heard Devon's words as the boy swung into the first swelling sexual spasms of his orgasm. "Jack me, jack me, jack me, jack me, jack me, Devon, jack me off, jack me off, jack me off, man, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum," Ronon joined in the cacaphony of groaning, moaning, sexual pleasure echoing now throughout the entire house as the whole orgy joined him in teetering on the edge of orgasm. Then: "AIIEIAEREHGEIAIEIGHEIEIAIGEHIAIEGHEAIOOEEIOOEGIEIGH AIEIEIGHAIIAIIEIHEIIEIIERHAIEIRHIGIEIAEIRIIGHEHAIEII EAISIIIAIIEIEAHEIEIAIEIGHHEHIIAEIIGHEHHAHEIIEIGHEHAIIEIAHEIOOEIIEIIGH AIEIIEIAIEHHAGIEAIEIAOERIHGIEAIEHGIEIIAEIIAIEGHHEIEI AIEHIIIIEIAIIOAOEIIIEGEHHIEIIAEIIEIAIWIIIEIAIEWWIIEIIEIWIEIIIAIIEIEIEI EIIAIGHEAIEIERHIGEIAIEIIRIIGIEIIGIIEIIEIEIIGEHHAHIEIIIEGHHH!!!!" A prolonged, anguished, eerie, ear-splitting scream of horrendous sexual pleasure ripped from the boy's throat, drilling straight through the heads, hearts, minds, and spurting hard cocks, of the entire orgasmic crowd. Ronon's belly was wet.