Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 00:15:27 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 25 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 25 "Zac, let me ask you something," Derek interrupted Zac's frantic concerns about Doreen Parker's frantic concerns about her son's whereabouts. "What?" Zac stopped short. "Where's your boat?" Derek asked abruptly. "My boat?" Zac seemed momentarily startled. "Where's your boat...the Zee Ray?" Derek repeated. "Well...strange you should ask, actually, it's on the way up here from Miami," Zac pulled his thoughts together. "Darin and Mike were hoping to join us here sometime this afternoon for a little fun and games with the boys this weekend." "Next question, how many guys will the Zodiak hold?" Derek asked, his mind racing. "Hell, I don't know, four adults, I guess," Zac replied, "what's with all the questions." "What if some of those adults were boys, boys about Ronon's size?" Derek pursued his line of thought. "Shit, I don't know, six maybe if they didn't mind," Zac laughed, "cuddling a little." "Call Darin, tell him to get his ass up here on the double," Derek suddenly ordered, "we're going into rescue mode." "Rescue mode?" Zac gaped at him, "what the fuck you talkin' about?" "Just call him," Derek implored. "Trust me, I'll explain later. First we got a Doreen problem." He headed for the stairs. Upstairs, Derek found Doreen crawling all over a half-naked Mario Stanza, apparently having forgotten why she came calling for the moment. "Doreen Parker, will you leave that poor man alone, we need to talk." Derek confronted her as a look of relief spread over her sexual prey. He struggled to get his shirt back on. "Is it about Ronon?" Doreen's thoughts suddenly returned to her quest for her son. "Where is he?" "He's here," Derek told her, "in the other room, probably asleep...he had a rough night last night." "RONON! Ronon, baby, it's your mommy," Doreen headed for the massive double doors leading to the bedroom she knew so well. "Wait...wait, like I said, we need to talk," Derek physically blocked her way. "Why should I talk to YOU after...after the scam you ran on me?!" Doreen loudly countered. "Will you just sit down, quiet down, and calm down? This is fuckin' serious," Derek gripped her by the shoulders and plopped her down in a chair. Doreen did all three, silenced and seemingly taken aback by Derek's dominating manner. "Thank you," Derek began, indeed, thankful Doreen was, for once, silent. "That man you saw...the guy the cops had in cuffs....that was a very important, very rich man named Colton Cox." "I've heard of him," Doreen acknowledged. "You have?" Derek reached in surprise, then continued. "Have you read my articles in the Blade?" "Of course," Doreen laughed, "the whole fuckin' town's read all about it. Some people are scared shitless you're gonna upset their applecart, too." "Yes, well, until now, I'd have laughed it off and..." "That's what I told'em," Doreen laughed, "probably no one would believe a word of it anyway." "Humph..." Derek grunted in dismay, "yeah...I'd about decided the same thing. However, that little episode you witnessed, Colton Cox's arrest, that's gonna change everything." "It is?" Doreen looked at him blankly. "By tomorrow, maybe even before the day's over, reporters, TV, you name it, are going to be descending on Benton Beach like flies on a fresh cow-pattie," Derek continued to explain in words Doreen was likely to understand. "Whada'ya mean?" Doreen asked, reading the worry on Derek's face. "I'm a reporter, Doreen, believe me, if there's one thing I know, it's how people like me THINK," Derek continued. "Questions are going to be asked. In fact, it's more than likely YOU will be asked a lot of questions you'd prefer not answering, if you know what I mean." "About the thing with Ronon?" A hint of understanding creeping into Doreen's pea brain. "Duhhhh..." Derek acknowledged sarcastically. "I can lie with the best of'em," Doreen told him confidently. "Ohhhh, I don't doubt that for a second," Derek almost laughed. "However, it's not YOU I'm fuckin' worried about." "Ronon?" Doreen's voice changed, becoming suddenly that of a mother. She smiled confidently, "Well, he's a pretty good liar too, takes after his momma." "Doreen, he's an eleven-year-old boy," Derek snapped, "just a kid, no match for the news vultures circling overhead, maybe even as we speak." "He's smarter than he looks, he'll..." Doreen argued. "Oh, I agree, the kid's sharp but...look this is all a moot point anyway," Derek stood, doing a little circling overhead himself, "Ronon is going back to with...back where he came from, this afternoon, tonight at the latest." "Not if I have anything..." Doreen began. "Look, you can see him, hug him, kiss him, say hello, I love you, and goodbye," Derek promised. "Then if you've got half a brain you'll put as much mileage between you and Benton Beach as fast as your hot new BMW can carry you." Doreen seemed as stunned by Derek's sharp, serious tone as by his words as they slowly began to sink in. "That bad?" "Catastrophic," Derek confirmed. "Doreen, people in this town are about to be...SHREDDED...quite a few likely to eventually end up in prison for rather extended periods of time. You wanna join'em?" "Prison?" Doreen contemplated the word. "Jadyn and Doug Dillon are packing up right now," Derek reported. "I imagine quite a few others are too...the smart ones anyway...the ones most vulnerable." "But...but...where...where would I go," Doreen stammered. "I don't know...hell, I don't fuckin' CARE," Derek sighed in disdain. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." "You do a terrible Rhet Butler," Doreen critiqued. "I'm much better at Scarlett," Derek told her humorlessly. "Okay...go, go in and wake him up, you got fifteen minutes, then scat. Keep in touch so I'll know where to send the next check, but for now, just...SCAT." "Derek, I got hold of Darin, they're about a hundred miles down the coast, should be here by three," Zac said as he came up the steps and Doreen headed in to wake her son. "Mind telling me what you're up to?" "You know a Doug Dillon?" Derek asked abruptly. "Vaguely," Zac reported. "Dustin's dad, right?" "I just talked to him on the phone a few minutes ago," Derek related. "Between the two of us we think all hell's gonna break loose here in Benton Beach during the next 24 hours once the press and TV hears about Cox and starts comparing notes." "I can understand that, especially after your stuff in the Blade," Zac ageed. "Doug thinks it'd be best if we got the boys out of town before the shit hits the fan," Derek told him calmly. "And you wanna haul'em all out to the Zee Ray in the Zodiac?" Zac reacted in disbelief. "You, me, and about...I haven't counted...about ten boys, counting Ronon," Derek related. "WOW!" Zac blinked. "Three trips...at least...three or four miles out...open sea, middle of the night..." "Middle of the night?" Derek blinked in disbelief. "It had damn well BETTER be the middle of the night if we're gonna take'em to MY boat." Zac demanded. "Derek, you know how risky a stunt like that could...WILL...be?" "Well, we can't just pull up to the dock and parade a dozen cute young boys up the gangplank like a trip to Gilligan's Island," Derek reasoned "...especially after what's happened...and, and in view of what's GONNA happen." "You don't want the media talking to'em, right?" Zac backtracked. "How'd you like even ONE of'em talkin' about what happened here last night?" Derek suggested. "You know how boys are, even...even pros like Dustin...you wanna put Ronon through something like that?" "Hope the water's calm," Zac shook his head, worrying. "...and the Coast Guard is asleep at the wheel." "The Zodiaks show up on radar?" Derek worried for the first time. He'd not considered that. "Hell, I don't know, they're small, close to the water, inflatable...mostly non-metalic...probably not," Zac decided. "Let's HOPE not, anyway." "Yeah, let's hope not, otherwise, we're gonna look for all the world like drug runners," Derek sighed. "By the way, what happened to our loud-mouthed hot momma?" Zac looked around, missing her for the first time. "She's in there mothering poor Ronon," Derek sighed. "She gonna be trouble," Zac asked. "Only if she wants to hitch a ride out to the boat too," Derek smiled as a look of horror crossed Zac's face. "Don't worry, she loves that new Beamer Darin gave her more than she does Ronon." "You're cruel," Zac grinned, contemplating the mighty doors to the palatial bedroom. "Besides, I think I put the fear of God into her," Derek tried to reassure him, "I mentioned prison and you should have seen the look on her face. I don't think she'll be giving us any trouble." "Unless she buys a one-way ticket to Nassau," Zac worried. "Only if she could take the Beamer; and on a budget of a thousand a month..." Derek sighed as the bedroom doors opened. Doreen Parker came out, sobbing like she was leaving her son's funeral. "I'll take care of her," Mario volunteered, "...get her home, help her pack... On second thought, maybe I'll just see to it she gets back to her car." "Good idea," Derek smiled. "You'll give us a 'heads up' if the feds begin asking questions about...this place...about last night..." "If someone calls, then hangs up, start swimming for Nassau," Mario smiled wryly as he hurried off. "Doreen...Doreen, wait..." "Okay..." Derek told Zac, taking a deep breath. "Wake up the jail bait, get all the boys down to the living room. Tell any lingering child molesters to get the hell outta town or start raising bail money," Derek began implementing his plan. "We've got a lot of explaining to do," Zac eyed his watch, contemplating how long before nightfall and their little boy-smuggling caper could begin. "My god, ten hot, young working boys crawling all over the boat, all hard and naked at the same time..." "Don't count your chickens..." Derek eyed the man anxiously. "In the meantime, I have to call Dustin's dad back and tell him his son's about to become contraband heading for a prolonged visit to the Bahamas," Derek sighed. "I hope he appreciates the risks we're taking." Derek called Doug Dillon. "All packed yet?" he asked as Doug answered. "On our way outta town," Doug told him. "What's happening on your end?" "Let's just say we have a plan," Derek divulged. "You don't wanna know what it is." "What about Dustin?" "Don't loose your cell, we'll be in touch," Derek promised, "...two or three days likely." "And the others?" Doug inquired. "Just the ones here last night...the ones STILL here, that is," Derek added, "I'm about to count heads." "Interesting choice of terms," Doug almost laughed. "I talked to the parents...I hope you know you got the whole town's economy riding on this." "I hope YOU know how big a fuckin' RISK we're takin' on this," Derek shot back. What he DIDN'T need at the moment was a load of stress from Doug Dillon and the local "Working Boys' Parents Association," or whatever they called themselves. "Right...sorry," Doug replied, chastened. "Thanks..." he added somewhat guiltily." "Right..." Derek pressed the "off" button. Downstairs, Derek faced quite a sight for sore eyes. "Ronon, Devon, Sean, Dustin, Kevin, and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, EIGHT! more he counted. My god, THIRTEEN boys, eight of whom he didn't even know their names. All but two were buck naked. "My god, don't you fucker's EVER wear clothes?" He greeted the barely half-awake crew. "Barely" was the right word for most of them, too. "What the fuck's goin' on?" Dustin rubbed his eyes sleepily, "You guys woke us up and it's not even NOON yet?" "Actually, Dustin, it IS noon...twelve-thirty, in fact..." Derek began. "You guys are probably wondering why I've called you all to this..." he stopped, realizing he was sounding like something out of an Agatha Christie mysetery novel. "Guys...quiet down, willya? Listen, we got a serious situation here and..." Zac tried to come to Derek's oratorical rescue. "Boys, a couple hours ago...you all know Kevin here, right?" Derek changed thoughts in the middle of of his speech. The boys all nodded, murmurring among themselves, a couple patting the little blond-headed boy on his little blond head. Quite a number of the boys probably knew Kevin quite intimately, Derek guessed. In any case, they all seemed to like him. "Boys, a couple hours ago, some men came and..." there was no easy way to say this, to tell a beautiful little nine-year-old boy his father had been arrested and hauled off to a jail where he could very well spend the rest of his life. "Some men came and...arrested Kevin's dad." For an instant or two, there was dead silence, then, like a gathering storm, the din of young male voices grew. Derek didn't try to compete. Kevin's face grew pale, his eyes watering, trying not to cry. Derek let the cacophony rise and peak. "Kevin..I'm sorry...sorry you had to hear it this way. I'll try to explain to you later in more detail, but for now all you boys need to know is that Benton Beach is never gonna be the same again." "Listen, guys, Derek is going to try to explain if you....IF YOU'LL JUST...S H U T T H E F U C K U P!!" Zac had a way with words, his skills as an actor rising to the occassion. You could have heard a crowbar drop. Derek continued in any case, "Most of us...including your parents, feel certain that this town is in for a media firestorm starting maybe as soon as this afternoon...tomorrow at the latest. Kevin's dad is a very...well-known man, and I'm sure you're aware, since he paid in advance for you horny little harlots to be here, he's a very wealthy man. His arrest here in Benton Beach is going to be a huge news story. We anticipate one hell of a scandal. It's hard to say just how BIG it's gonna be but...in order to keep things from being far worse, we've decided it would be best to get you guys out of town as fast as we can. Questions are going to be asked and...quite frankly, we don't want YOU guys answering them. We don't want to put you boys through the...you guys know what 'trauma' means?" "What kind of questions?" Sean demanded. "Where were you last night?" Derek gave him a sample. "I was HERE, you know that," Sean laughed. "WRONG ANSWER!" Derek snapped fiercely. "You were no where near here! You don't know any of us! you were home with your mommy and daddy doing your homework and watching 'Little House on the Prairie'." Some of the boys laughed nervously, perhaps at Sean's discomfort. Most didn't. Most were sharp enough to see Derek's point. "Look, boys...I didn't mean to snap at you, Sean, I'm sorry, but...I'm a reporter. I ask questions like that for a living. And I'm damned good at getting answers," Derek continued earnestly, no longer having to compete for the boys' attention. "By tomorrow morning, there could be HUNDREDS of people like me, TV cameras, satellite vans, dozens of reporters shoving microphones in people's faces asking questions people 'round here don't want to answer. Headlines will read something like...'Benton Beach Boys F**k for Bucks', film at eleven." "Film at eleven?" Devon screwed up his pretty face in naive ignorance. He'd apparently never heard the old TV news anchorman's phrase before. "Humor me, willya?" Derek smiled down an the kid. "So, unless you guys would like to stand in front of the fan as the excrement makes contact, you'll all be making an adventurous little sea voyage tonight, soon as it gets dark." "What's excrement?" Kevin asked. "You're too young to know 'bout things like that," Derek teased. "I'll explain when you get older." "You're gonna haul us all out to Zac's boat?" Ronon guessed. "In that inflatable thingie...the Kodiak?" "Zodiak," Zac corrected, "but yes, Ronon, that's the plan. Hope none of you gets seasick." "Whoa...I think I'd rather put my 'floaties' on and SWIM!" Ronon joked. "How about we tie a rope to your dick and tow you along behind?" Derek's dark sense of humor topping Ronon's. "How big is this...Zodiak?" One of the boys Derek didn't know asked. "Unfortunately, not very big." Zac answered for Derek. "The one we've got is about 16-foot...designed for four men." "But some of you guys are kinda small..." Derek added, "we're hoping you won't mind getting...'cozy' with each other so we can haul two adults and about four of you guys at a time." "Still, it's gonna take three trips," Zac explained, "...and if the sea's even a little rough...well...I wouldn't advise you to eat much for dinner tonight...or wear anything you'd mind getting wet...or maybe anything at ALL," he grinned leacherously. "How big's this fuckin' BOAT we're going to?" another boy asked. Derek decided he was going to have to learn all their names. "BIG" "Can we fuck each other on the way?" One of the younger ones joked. "Not unless you fall overboard, then you'll be 'fucked'." Zac joked. "When can we come back...see our parents again and stuff?" Dustin questioned. "I'd say that depends on your parents," Derek guessed. "As for coming back HERE, maybe NEVER would be too soon?" "But...I got homework due Monday," one of the other "unknown" boys asked. "What's your name, kid?" Derek questioned. "Andy..." "Well, Andy..." Derek paused. Andy was small and devastatingly cute, seemingly cut from the same cloth as Ronon, though perhaps a year or so older. "Maybe you could e-mail your teacher, explain to her..." "Him..." Andy corrected. "Him...how you've had to move your business to a more conducive economic climate," Derek told the boy dryly. "But...but, he's one of my best customers," Andy wailed in a high-pitched, pre-pube cry of dispair. "Zac, maybe you better get that man's number; hire him as a tutor for your new harem here," Derek suggested, his sense of humor becoming dryer and darker by the moment. "I don't think he's likely to be hanging around Benton Beach much longer." "So, what do we do between now and when it gets dark?" Dustin questioned, looking around at the others. "First, you put some fucking CLOTHES on," Derek suggested, eyeing the beautiful naked boy, worrying about the scene if the cops came back. "Then make out your last wills and testaments, then..." "Then we'll all watch 'Little House on the fuckin' Prairie?" One of the boys quipped.