Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 00:16:46 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 26 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 two or 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. THE WORKING BOYS CHAPTER 26 Darin Romeo didn't much like the Zodiak. It was a royal pain in the ass to get inflated and make seaworthy. Moreover, even with just three to four foot waves, bouncing across the water at five to ten knots was an adventure which he classed at "no fun at all." Doing so after sunset as the sky darkened and the moonlight glistened off the whitecaps was something of a delve into the realm of a seafaring horror story. Thank god for GPS. Navigating by the stars or a simple map and compass was the stuff for ancient mariners. He was definitely not cut from their cloth. Though the Zee Ray was cruising some four miles out, the trip, which should have taken no more than a half-hour, at night, promised to take twice that. This time, there would be no safe harbor, no docking at the marina. He was supposed to skirt an island then drive the Zodiac practically right up onto the beach. The whole thing reminded him quite uncomfortably of the night Mike's dad had rescued him as a frightened, naked, twelve-year-old from Ecstasy Isle more than ten years ago. This trip, this whole dangerous effort, was like his having to repay that debt some ten times over in "rescuing" these young boys just as he'd been plucked from sexual slavery himself. The lingering twilight was dim but a couple hundred yards ahead, Darin could just barely make out the elongated pile of rocks he recalled from when he and Zac had brought the Zee Ray to Benton Beach a couple weeks earlier when they'd picked up Ronon. He aimed the boat to pass north of the rock, always conscious that all it would take was one jagged piece of coral to rip open the vulnerable inflated cells and the craft could go down in a matter of seconds. He tugged his lifejacket tighter around his slender, Speedo clad body, eyeing the half-dozen similar orange devices secured to the bottom of the boat, wondering how the Zodiac would behave overloaded with half-naked boyflesh. Fully laden, it shouldn't bounce around quite so bad but the freeboard clearence would be less than two feet. The boat had it's own bilge pump but it would be no match for a freak, swamping wave. This could be a pretty wet trip. The temperature was in the low 80s. The water some ten degrees cooler. It could be a chilly trip too. On the back side of the rocky barrier now, Darin could see the lights along the shore. The beach house, they told him was isolated by massive boulders in a sort of cove. There was suppose to be a blue light on the deck surrounding the place, which Zac told him was practically jutting out into the water. Darin could see no blue light. He could make out the beach and he was getting perilously close to it. He had no desire to beach the Zodiac on some sandbar, or worse encounter any of the smaller boulders from which this particular stretch drew its name, "Boulder Cove." He slowly cruised south, paralell to the shoreline, some fifty yards out; where the hell was the blue light? There was a three-quarter moon and the sky was mostly clear but the predominant feeling and environment was one of darkness. Darin wondered if they were peering out into the surf, trying to spot his approach or hear the Zodiac's motor. He cut it back, doing his best to stand up while grasping the helm and straining his eyes to make out features on shore. Most of the lights were well up from the rocky shore. Where the fuck was the LIGHT? The thought that he'd have to do this THREE TIMES that night scared the hell out of Darin. Piloting a 150-foot yacht with all the best bells and whistles all over the Caribbean was one thing, guiding a cantankerous, somewhat unpredictable, glorified life raft in dark, unknown waters, even in half-decent weather was more than he'd bargained for. Only the fact that Colton Cox was now cooling his hyperactive dick in jail gave him any sense of satisfaction in what lay before him. WHOA...THERE IT WAS, THE K-MART, BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL! Someone had only now turned it on. Thanks a lot, guys, Darin said to himself outloud, better late than never. Several other lights in the house came to life. What? Were they afraid of a fuckin' invasion, or maybe an air raid?" He took aim for the beach he could now make out just to the left of the house. He could see a half-dozen dark, scantily clad figures wading out into the water to meet him. He cut the motor, drifting toward shore. "Welcome to Benton Beach, home of the hottest young boys to be had anywhere," Darin recognized Zac's voice. "Next time leave the fuckin' LIGHT on!" Darin groused as he felt the boat touch bottom. "We were worried about uninvited guests," Zac told him, "how's the wave action out there?" "Not bad, three or four feet," Darin reported, "kind of bouncy empty like this but...my god, how many you plannin' on haulin' outta here?" "The first load, Ronon, Dustin, Kevin, Devon, and myself," Zac told him. Derek's gonna stay back and ride herd on the others then close the place up after the last trip." "Derek's stayin' behind?" Darin asked in surprise. "Chicken-shit, scared of a few six-foot waves?" "Six FOOT?" Zac reacted. He was scared of a few six-foot waves himself. "Give or take a foot or two," Darin joked to hide his own trepidation. "Derek needs to be here tomorrow to keep a finger on the pulse of this town, let us know what's happening," Zac reasoned. "We're gonna be saddled with a dozen very hot, very naked, very horny young boys and quite frankly, I don't know what the fuck to do with'em." "I'm sure you'll think of something," Darin grunted a half-hearted laugh as he watched the boys climb into the boat and don their lifejackets. Ronon and the youngest of the boys, a blond kid he didn't know, had fashioned black garbage bags into sort of ponchos to ward off the cold sea mist. Being the lightest, Darin had motioned them to the bow, scrunching them down to make room for the two older boys, Zac, and himself. "Here's some food and water in case you get lost going back," Zac provisioned the overloaded craft. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," Darin complained, not at all enthusiastic about his role as "savior" of the huddled masses. "You think you can hit a moving target in going back?" Zac worried as he and a couple boys pushed the Zodiac free into the surf, then he climbed in over the side. "Moving target?" Dustin questioned. "The boat is out to far to anchor, and you can't just 'park' the thing out there. The gulf stream would carry a drifting craft five miles up the coast so the boat has to keep moving to stay in the same place, so to speak." Zac explained patiently as Darin headed them back out into the surf, then turned north to skirt the barrier island. On the back side of the island, the water was relatively calm, but as they rounded its north end, Darin was dismayed to find that his three to four foot waves were not more on the order of four to FIVE foot waves. And even though the Zodiac was now much more stable in the water, the spray from crashing through those waves had them all soaked to the skin within minutes. "WHEEEEEEEEEEE...!!" Devon cried as he gripped the hand-hold and braved the spray. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU WANT PEOPLE TO THINK WE'RE ENJOYING THIS?" Zac joked as they "rode the waves," sometimes popping over them, sometimes plowing THROUGH them. Darin was torn between slowing down to better ride over the water and going faster to dominate the waves as they pummeled the craft. "Here, you navigate," Darin turned over the GPS receiver and compass to Zac. "It's all I can do to hang on, steer, and control my bowels at the same time." "Right...by the way, where's the head, I might have the same problem," Zac joked. "Just let it all hang out over the side," Darin directed. For their part, except for Devon, who seemed to be enjoying the hell outta the ride, all the other boys were surprisingly quite, probably scared shitless. Darin just hoped they all didn't start heaving their guts out. He checked his watch. It was just after ten. Ohhhh, god, he thought, another HOUR of this, and then two MORE trips. "You know, you don't pay me another for this shit!" He shouted over the din to Zac. "Fine, I'll increase you boy ration when we get back," Zac joked, "two at the same time. Looks like we should have no shortage on that front." After a few more minutes, Devon's "joy ride" enthusiasm for the seafaring roller-coaster had "dampened" somewhat. He was seeking shelter with Ronon and Kevin in the bow, shivering and wishing he'd made his own garbage bag poncho. "Are we having fun yet?" Dustin questioned wetly, the only one of the boys not cowering before the waves and the cold. "Shouldn't be too much longer, another mile or so," Zac promised, eyeing his hand-held instruments. "Mike putting out a blue light too?" he asked Darin. "A RED light might be more appropriate, given our...cargo," Darin suggested. "I think the boys up there had the right idea, I wonder if we've got any rain gear...or garbage bags on board." "Derek's idea...we only had two," Zac told him. "I figured with the little guys up front, they'd need them more than anyone else." "I'm freezin' my fuckin' ASS off," Darin complained. "Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh...thank god, right on schedule...LIGHTS!" Darin pointed to the welcome sight some 500 yards ahead, "Mike's kept her right on station." "Are we there yet?" Devon asked, popping his head up for a quick look. "Almost," Zac promised, "Unless that's the Queen Mary," he joked. "You wish!" Darin laughed as he slowed down for his approach to the stearn of the huge yacht. "Yes, I suppose I do," Zac admitted, "We could use a few more state rooms tonight." "Looks like some of us are going to have to double up," Darin suggested, smiling for the first time that night. "You can put Ronon and the cute little towhead in my cabin." "Ronon and Kevin...together...in the same bed? My god, man, you wanna DIE?" Zac laughed. "Kevin? That's his name?" Darin asked. "Cox's kid," Zac confirmed as they drew along side the Zee Ray and Mike tossed them a line. "You boys be careful getting outta the boat," Darin told his damp young charges, this could be tricky." "You gonna come aboard and get dried off?" Zac asked Darin once he and the others were safely on deck. "No, but hand me the fuel line so I can gas up again and see if you can find me some rain gear." Darin requested, then quenched his thirst from the water Zac had loaded on board back at the beach. "I'd go back with you but...I may be needed...here," Zac eyed the nearly naked boys huddling on deck, drying themselves with towels supplied by Mike, who was thoroughly enjoying the eyeful of boy candy they'd acquired. "Anyway, you can haul more without me on board too." "Yeah, right, I appreciate your selfless sacrifice," Darin replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm. Then he cast off for a second time that night to return to Benton Beach. "Okay, guys," Zac turned, surveying the shivering speedo-clad boys. The garbage bag pancho's had gone back with Darin for other boys to use during the next trip. "Once all the others get out here...this is a big boat but...once the others come we're gonna be a bit on the...cramped side." "That's okay, we'll double up, we don't mind," Devon chirped happily. "Good idea, why didn't I think of that?" Zac smiled. "Ronon, Darin has requested...suggested...you and Kevin might wish to bunk with him tonight." "This way," Ronon sighed, taking charge, guiding Kevin toward Darin's stateroom suite. "You two get some sleep, it may be your last chance for a few days," Zac winked at Ronon knowingly. "Devon, you and Dustin can bunk in with me." "WOW, this is almost as nice as DAD's boat," Kevin chirped as he looked around on their way toward Darin's cabin. "Glad you like it," Ronon told Kevin dryly. Ronon was beginning to feel like a nanny. The truth was, he'd just as leave have gone back to his own cabin to spend the night...ALONE. "We...gonna...you know, fuck him and stuff when he gets back," Kevin asked, a hint of performance anxiety in his tone. "IF he gets back," Ronon joked darkly as he opened the door to Darin's cabin. It was about as spacious as Zac's but not as luxuriously appointed. There were no mirrors on the walls or ceiling. "Cool," Kevin delivered his first impression assessment. He flopped over backwards onto the bed. "I'm getting hard, get me naked." "Fuck you, I ain't your babysitter," Ronon quickly let the boy know his pre-adolescent sexual beauty meant little to him, even as he got naked himself, his own cock every bit as hard as Kevin's. Kevin skinned out of his Speedos where he was lying. His cock was, indeed hard and throbbing, sprouting up proudly from his thin, hairless groin. "Ya wanna...do something?" "Like sleep?" Ronon asked, heading for Darin's shower, hoping to lighten his load of sea salt. "Mind if I join you?" Kevin quickly hopped to his feet. "Yes," Ronon told him. Kevin took that as a "yes" even though he sensed Ronon was less than enthusiastic about being "joined." Ronon minded being joined, but decided Kevin probably wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and in any case, he was too tired to argue with the kid over such a triviality. "You got a really hot naked body," Kevin sought to ingratiate himself as the two boys soaped up, Kevin making a point of washing Ronon's naked body more than his own. "Your cock's really BIG." "Cut the bullshit and just jack me off," Ronon sighed, in no mood to play erotic mind games with the horny little fucker. "You jack me off too," Kevin insisted, dragging Ronon's hand to his soapy cock. "You old enough to shoot?" Ronon asked as the two boys found their stroking rythmn. "Fuck no, hell, I'm ONLY nine," Kevin responded, his tiny fist nearly a blur on ronon's slippery boy-cock. "I can." Ronon told him as nonchalantly as possible. "I can cum...shoot my cum..." he made sure the boy understood. "Hooray for you," Kevin came back somewhat sarcastically. "Many happy orgasm..." "How long you been into jackin'?" Ronon asked, mostly making polite conversation rather than really caring all that much. "Three or four years," Kevin told him, exaggerating by a few months. Ronon stopped. "Since you were SIX?" "Or five," Kevin suggested, lying through his pretty teeth. "Dad showed me how." "You sex it up with your dad?" Ronon asked, not at all surprised. "He says I'm more fun in bed than MOM," Kevin started stroking Ronon's hard, young boy-cock more firmly an more rapily. "Most boys are. That's why lots of guys prefer boys to women," Ronon told him knowledgeably. "Your dad seems to really like boys a LOT. I'm...sorry...'bout what happened to your dad." "Grandpa had a whole STABLE of naked boy-studs," Kevin told Ronon ignoring the reference to his fathers as they jacked each other's cocks in the shower. "Dad used dddddddddddddddddddddto have his pick. They fucked a LOT growin' up!" "Feelin' good," Ronon told the beautiful, naked little boy jerking his soaring, upthrust cock. "Feellin' good to ME, too," Kevin replied, enjoying the closeness of another naked boy almost his own age as the sexual pleasure that boy was giving him. "Stand back when I start cummin', I really shoot a LOT!" Ronon warned as he felt the first pulses of sexual pleasure tickling him inside. "Yeah, sure, I'll be careful," Kevin smiled up at Ronon. Even at nine, and half-a-head shorter than the older boy, he knew bullshit when he heard it. "You're cute," Ronon allowed as the early spasms of sexual pleasure began to overtake him. "I know," Kevin admitted, "It's fun being cute, ain't it?"" "I guess," Ronon reply, both their stroking fists now churning up one anothers sexual pleasure intensely. "Ohhhhfuck, that feels good, feels good, feels goooooooood." "Feelin' it?" Kevin asked needlessly. "Yeah, you?" Ronon responded breathlessly. "Yeah," Kevin gasped as his sexual pleasure began to overtake his brain. "Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it to me, man, do it to me, do it to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, jackin' me, jackin' my cock, jackin' my cock and makin' it feel gooood;..gheaoerhehahehrhhhgh fuck, Ronon, jack me, jack me, jack mejackmejackmejackmejackme aoghehahehrhyeah, feelin' better and better and better and better." "Gonna cum? Ronon panted breathlessly, "Oooaooeooaoeoaoeoooeoeoaoeoooghehhaooaooaooooo..." "Yeah, cum with me," Kevin pleaded. "Let's do it, let's do it, let's fuckin' DOOOO it, man, let's...let's CUMMMMMMMMM... CUMMMMMMMMMM....CUMMMMMMMM...EOHGOEAHOEIRHOAEI GOD, CUMMMIN', CUMMIN', CUMMIN', AHGEOAIEORIEHOIH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK, AHGHEOAIEHROIEHOG GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS LIKE...LIKE I'M BEIN' TURNED INSIDE OUT, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOOD GOODK OGHEOIAHEORIHOEIH GOD, YEAH, DO IT, DO IT, RONON, CUM, CUM, CUM WITH ME, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YHOUR CUM, GHHEHEHRHIEIGHEHHAER GYEAHL, YEAH, YEAH, SHOOTIN'AHHGOEIAHOEIRHOIHYEAHHHH. "YOU AIN' SHOOTIN', BUT I AMMMMM...AOOEOIAEHRHHEHGYEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I AM, OAOIEHOAIEH YEAH, LOOOK AT THAT CUM POPPIN' OUTTA MY COCK, MAN, JUST...JUST LOOK AT IT, OAGHEAHEORIHO FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, MAN, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, AOEIHOGIHEO FUCK YEAH, YEAH, MORE AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE...GHOEIAOEIRHLSTILL SPURTIN', STILL OOZIN' OUT, OOOAEIHROEIH GOD, YESSSS, YESSSSSS YESssssssssss..." "You two horny little urchins wanna lay off the water," Zac suddenly interrupted their little jackin' off fest, "I told you to hit the sack, not go orgasming all night long. Darin's gonna want to play when he gets back and..."\ "Darin's gonna be fuckin' DEAD when he gets back, too pooped to pop." Ronon insisted. "We were just jackin' off," Kevin gazed up at the Speedo clad move idol plaintively. "Yeah, and usin' up a TON of water in the process," Zac told them. "Can't you boys just go to bed and jack each other off in a nice, civilized manner like other horny, young twelve-year-olds?" "Yes, sir," Ronon submitted passively, rinsing the last remaining suds from his seductive, little, naked boy-body, then turning off the water. "Heyyyyy, I wasn't DONE yet," Kevin complained. "You're DONE," Zac declared, shusting them both out of the shower. "Now get dried off and get in bed and see if you can keep your hands off your cocks long enough to get some fuckin' SLEEP," Zac instructed, doubting it would do any good. "Darin back yet?" Ronon asked. "Hell, no, but he did radio that he'd made it back to the beach and was pickin' up the next bunch of boys." Zac informed them. "At this rate, looks like it'll be almost morning before he's done." "Goodnight," Ronon snuggled down between the fresh, white sheets as Kevin snuggled up behind him. "HEY!" Ronon suddenly cried stiffening, "KEEP YOUR FUCKIN' COCK TO YOURSELF!"