Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2012 19:31:01 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 29 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. Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug, Duranol, mentioned in this story and Ecstasy Isle is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I've changed the drug's name in the story to Duralon. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. THE WORKING BOYS CHAPTER 29 The chopper bearing Derek Chandler and Marco Gonzales hovered for a moment over the Zee-Ray then slipped slightly west to a small, sandy, palm-lined island where its occupants could see the Zodiak from the Zac's mega-yacht beached on the beach. "There's too much wind to land on the boat...too risky," the pilot informed them. "He's meeting us down there," the good-looking young aviator pointed to the two bikini-clad figures waving at them less than a hundred feet below. They'd made the entire trip at tree-top...Derek frightfully considered it WAVE-top..level to avoid the prying eyes of either U.S. or Bahamian Coast Guard radar. It wasn't that they had a lot to hide, Zac had insisted upon it lest they arouse any kind of suspicion leading to questions regarding their activities. "RONON!" Derek cried as he hopped from the chopper and met the nearly naked young boy in a huge bear hug half-way across the beach. "I've missed you SOO much!" Ronon cried as they kissed, even though it had only been a week. "What, you've had so much time on your hands you've been pining for me?" Derek kidded the kid, knowing that the boy had likely spent the whole week stark naked, flat on his back, enjoying his growing boy-cock. "Hey, you've got pubes down there!" "A few," Ronon smiled, kissing him again and again. "And looks like it's grown a few millimeters too," Derek observed, plunging his hand into the boy's miniscular thong and freeing its rapidly hardening contents, "been giving this fucker quite a workout, I'll bet." "He averages a gallon of cum a day now," Zac joked as he hugged Derek an shook hands with his somewhat embarrassed attorney. "Once they start, there's no stopping them," Derek laughed as Marco and the pilot exchanged wierd glances. Both men knew Zac well, but still felt uncomfortable in what was obviously a man-boy sexual relationship. There's chairs over there under the trees," Zac pointed, "out of this hot sun." "Hey, can Derek and me like...go somewhere...you know...we have some things to discuss and..." Ronon asked as he clung to the man enticingly. "Maybe later, Ronon, for now, Derek and I have some things to...discuss...as well," Zac told the boy. "Why don't you go play in the sand or maybe seduce the chopper pilot or something." Ronon's smile faded, then brightened as he observed the slender twenty-something pilot clad in shorts and tight, faded t-shirt. "You gay?" he asked abruptly, sporting his best, sexy, little-boy smile. "Not till now," the pilot smiled back as Ronon extended his hand. "I'm Ronon Parker, what's your name?" "I'm Jeffery...Jeffery Jacobs, how old are you, little guy?" "Twelve, how old are you?" "Old enough to go to jail for even LOOKING at you," Jeffery released the boy's hand after holding it a bit longer than necessary. "Ohhhhh..." Ronon's smile once more faded in disappointment. "But...it's a risk I'll take," Jeffery once more lit up the little sex-prince's face. He suddenly pulled the nearly naked boy into his arms and kissed him. "Come on, I'll show you around," Ronon said excitedly as he took the man's hand and practically dragged him off into the jungle-like center of the tiny island. "Looks like those two have hit it off," Zac observed. "Unfortunately," Derek sighed, gazing off after them as he watched the pilot skin out of his t-shirt along the way. He wished it could have been him. "Well, what have we," Zac said, turning serious as the three men relaxed in the folding beach furnishings Zac had so graciously hauled over from the boat for their little island conference. "Mostly good," Marco Gonzales told the man as he opened his briefcase and straightened its contents. "We've got passports for the Cox kid and Devon...uhhh...Devon Dillon; Derek has Ronon's and here's one for another boy...let me see...Andy Marmor? "Mramur," Zac corrected. He accepted the small blue books from Marco. "Check out the one for the Cox kid," Marco directed Zac. Zac looked it over, page by page. "Unknown?" Zac looked up from the passport questioningly. "What's that mean?" "It is a bit unusual, especially on an American passport but, I guess it means just what it says, father...unknown." "You're kidding me...I thought Colton Cox was..." Zac paused for a long moment, reflecting back. "Hoooo shit..." "What?" Derek questioned. "Wait till Darin see's this," Zac said seriously, once more eyeing the paternal data entry on the passport. "What? Why?" Derek repeated. "I was there, I think, when this little fucker was conceived," Zac smiled wryly. "In fact, I may have had a hand...or some other part of the male anatomy...in that conception, now that I think about it." "Wha'dya mean?" Derek asked in surprise and dismay. "The kid is what? nine years old?" Zac began. "Around nine or ten years ago some friends and I were...A friend and I...were guests of the Coxes on this Island. They called it..." "Ecstasy Island," Marco Gonzales guessed. "Right, how'd you know?" Zac asked in surprise. "That's what you pay me such an outrageous retainer for," Marco smiled knowingly. "And while you were there you and your friend...fucked around a little with Mrs. Cox, right? "Essentially, though she wasn't Mrs. Cox back then...MISS Cox...Justin and I were on the beach for the nude wedding...Colton and...you already know about the wedding I'm sure," Zac eyed his attorney. "HE does, I don't," Derek's journalist instincts intruding. "Two guys...and Tina Cox...three KIDS really...Jason Cox allowed his son and daughter and...his name was Kevin at the time...you know him as Darin Romeo now...Jason performed the strangest little wedding ceremony in the history of strange little wedding ceremonies--two boys, one girl, married, the ceremony culminating in an orgiastic little fuck-fest, right there on the fuckin' beach, that went on for...hours...actually DAYS, in fact, during which a dozen guests, maybe more, mostly teenaged boys...shall we say 'kissed' the bride...multiple times." "And Kevin Cox was born nine months later," Derek finished the scenario. "I guess the passport says it all," Marco conceded. "Damned fuckin' right the father is UNKNOWN." Zac laughed. "The little fucker could have had any of a DOZEN fathers, myself included. "Interesting..." Marco noted humorlessly. "Now, going on, we've got, in hand, birth certificates for three other boys, their passport applications have been filed; the passports themselves should be coming in a few weeks." "WEEKS!" Zac cried in dismay. "I thought you said you had GOOD news." "That IS the good news." Marco continued. "You're starting to worry me," Zac's voice grew serious. "Well, a couple of the parents will be making arrangements for at-sea transfers, one in a day or so," Marco informed him. "Now the rest...David, Casey, and...uhhh...Noah...looks like you're going to be friend and father to these little sex-pots for quite some time...long term difficulties too muddled and messy to bore you with at the moment..." "Ohhhhhh fuccccckkkk..." Zac sighed, slumping in his chair. He'd hoped to be through with the boys, except Ronon, in a few more days. "Well, there is one more bit of news I think may lighten your spirits," Marco went on. "Ohhhh..." Zac sat back up in his director's chair anxiously. "It seems your good friend, Mrs. Cox...Tina...has agreed to have your boys as guests on her island estate...this Ecstasy Island...for the time being at least, starting...well, whenever you can get them there...wherever THERE might be." Marco explained. "Hoooooo fucccckkkk..." Zac repeated his earlier pronouncement. "What? What's wrong. I figured you'd be relieved," Derek interjected. "Relieved? Yes, I suppose I am," Zac admitted, "it's just that...if I never saw Tina Cox again the rest of my life it would be too soon." "You two have issues?" Marco asked, raising one lawyerly eyebrow at the news. "Well, first of all, there was Darin's tangle with Cox Corp," Zac sighed. "Of course, you know all about that...Tina and I had...words...at her father's funeral. I don't suppose I'm one of HER favorite people either," Zac admitted. Marco Gonzales nodded knowingly. "Then there's...Darin...Kevin...not Kevin Cox, Kevin who might be Kevin Cox's father...we essentially stole him...rescued him...kidnapped him...depending on your point of view, from Ecstasy Island shortly after the little farce of a wedding." Zac explained. "Let's just say I don't relish the thought...the act...of setting foot again on that sandy little snake pit." "Why not just...you know...drop by unannounced, march the troops off the ship, and then cast off; let the 'dragon lady' have her fun?" Derek suggested. "Good idea, I'll fly back to Nassau, you can stay and handle the paperwork," Zac brightened at the suggestion. "I'm sure your reporter skills can handle Tina Cox. She should be childs play after Darleen Parker." "Doreen Parker," Derek corrected, not exactly enthusiastic, yet intrigued by the idea and the possibility of getting a story other writers would die for. "You bring anything for a long stay?" Zac asked, a bemused smile creeping across his attractive face. He already knew the answer. "Of course not," Derek confirmed, though his mind was more on a naked little imp named Ronon than the task Zac had maneurvered him into. "But you'll do it, right?" Zac's smile broadened. Again, he already knew the answer. "Believe me, you won't be needing much...anything...in the way of clothes...not on the boat anyway. And I probably got something you can fit into should the need arise to go ashore in more modest attire." Derek took a deep breath, then nodded. "Now, if you two will excuse me...I'm sure you have lots of legal stuff to discuss, papers to sign and all that shit, I think I'll go check on our horny little cockhopper friend. I imagine there's a certain helicopter pilot somewhere out there about now who needs rescuing from the voracious sexual appetite of our resident jungle boy." The others smiled knowingly as Derek rose and stripped off his polo shirt, shorts, and briefs, then headed off barefoot across the sand toward the "jungle." Derek didn't have to look far. All he had to do was listen. "Ohhhhhh fuccccckkk, kid, ohhhh fuck, fuccccckkkk...ohhhhhhh fuccccckkkk...fuckkkk...fuccck, that feels...ahghehahehrhhghh fuck, good, good, gooooooodddd..." Derek recognized the voice of his pilot in distress from several yards away. It wasn't that big an island. Quietly he approached. Ronon had apparently fashioned a bed of palms in a shady, rocky outcrop. Both man and boy were completely naked, Ronon fully impaled on the pilot's sizable, upthrust cock, just bobbing up an down enjoying the hell out of it as his sexual victim moaned and groaned, gasping and crying out in naked sexual pleasure, barely able to cope with the horny little boy he'd allowed to possess his cock. "Nice cock...nice fuckin' cock...ohhhh yeah, love fuckin' a big hard fuckin' cock like yours, man, feels good, feels good, feeels really good, man, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck your horny little naked boy. Make it feel good, make me feel good, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, man, make me cum, make us both cum, man, I wanna shoot my cum with you, I wanna feel you pumpin' my ass full of your cum, man, ohhhhyeah, yeah, yeah, do it, fucker, do it to me, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, ohhhhh fuck, really fuck me hard...harder...yeah harder, don't worry, you won't hurt me, man, I've fucked lots bigger cocks than yours," Ronon boasted, though in fact his tender anal cavity told him otherwise. Jeffery sported about as big a cock as Ronon could safely absorb. "Ohhhh, fuck, I can't believe you're takin' my whole fuckin' cock, oohhhhhh god, so tight, sooo hot, sooo beautiful, ohhhh god, man, you're the most beautiful little boy I ever...the most beautiful little boy in the world and you're fuckin' my cock like...like...ohhahghhh god, the feeling, the feeling you're givin' my cock, kid, fuckin' my cock, fuckin' my cock so harrrd, ohhh fuck, boy, gonna do it to me, gonna make me shoot, gonna make me cum, boy, ohhhh fuck, I can't hold it, I can't hold back, I'm gonna...ohhhahhf fuck, the feeling...I'm gonna cum...gonna cum, boy, I can feel it...I can feel it, here it...it...CUMMMMMSSS...OHHHH FUCK, CUMMMMMMMS...CUMMIN', CUMMIN', CUMMIN UP YOUR FUCKIN' CUTE LITTLE, HOT LITTLE HORNY FUCKIN' ASS, BOY, OHHHAHHHGHHA GOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' YOU FULL OF MY CUM, AHGEOOIAEHRIEH FUCCCCKKK...FUCCCKKKK...OHOOHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP FUCKIN' MY COCK, OHEIOHAOIEHOH GOD, I NEVER CUM THIS HARD BEFORE, ORREEGHGHHHH...SOOO BEAUTIFUL, SO...SOOOO..." Jeffery lost control, lost sight of everything but his hard, throbbing, spurting cock and the sweetly beautiful, naked little boy atop it who was milking it for every drop, his grinding asshole pumping the cum from his balls with every squishy movement. "AIIEIHEHHRHEIGIOEHIEHRHGHGHEIAHEHGHHEHGHGHHH!!" Ronon suddenly cried out in the trademark orgasmic scream of ecstasy he seemed to have inherited from his mother. From his hard, six-inch boy-cock there suddenly exited a wild, powerful stream of white hot kid-cum that traveled up the man's torso and splattered madly across the handsome pilot's surprised, ecstatic face. AIIEGHEHAHEHREUGHAHE OEOGEIAOEHRHHGHHAHEHIERIIGHHGHH...AOEGOEAHEORHOIGHHAHEHHHGHGHHGHHG FUCCCCCCCCKKKKK..." Ronon let go with two more less powerful spurts, the first just short of Jeffery's chin, the second inundating the man's navel. "OOHHHEHAHHEHHH FUCK, SORRY 'BOUT CREAMIN' YOUR FACE, MAN, EOOGHEOIHAEOIRH FUCK, YOU FUCK GOOD, OEHHGHEHH MAN, I REALLY SHOOT HARD WHEN I GET FUCKED!" Ronon appologized for his sexual marksmanship. "I'm gettin' so I really shoot a LOT now anymore...OEOOGHHAEHHRHH YEAH, OHHHH FUCK, STILL FEELIN' IT, YOU STILL FEELING IT, YOU STILL FEELING YOUR COCK SHOOTIN' OFF INSIDE ME, MAN, OOHEHAOEIHROEHOA GOD, YES, YES, THE FEELING, LOVE THE FEELING, THE LOVE THE FEELINIG OF A MAN'S BIG, HARD, FUCKIN' COCK INSIDE ME, OGOHEOAIEHROHOH GOD, I LOVE FUCKIN', I LOVE GETTIN' FUCKED, OHEIOAHEORHEOIHOH YEAH, YEAH, yeahhhhhhhhhh..." Ronon's voice cracked noticeably as his approaching puberty made itself known in ways other than his tremendous outpouring of boy-sperm. "A little more than you bargained for?" Derek asked as he stepped naked and hard from the foliage where he'd been watching silently Ronon's rather spectacular orgasmic performance. "Ohhhhhh fuck, quite a faceful," the pilot reached for his white briefs nearby to wipe his smiliing countenance. "Looks like puberty's being pretty good to you, kid," Derek observed, amazed that the boy was changing sexually at such a rapid pace. "Don't you just love it when a kid's voice changes like that...soooo fuckin' sexy." "It just...does that sometimes...especially when I cum," Ronon slowly lifted himself from the man's cock, standing triumphantly over him, his young boy-cock slowly deflating, shrinking back to what was barely two inches. "What happened to your hardon?" Derek noticed. "Now that I've started shootin', it does that, unless I'm hopped up on Duralon or one of the other Cox pills," Ronon explained as he watched the pilot try to sit up, the collapse back into the bed of palms in exhaustion. "Hope no one back there's is in a hurry to leave this place," Jeffery sighed, gazing up at the incredible erotic beauty of the naked young boy who had just given him such excruciating sexual pleasure. "You up for another one?" Derek asked. "ARE YOU KIDDING!!?" Jeffery cried in dismayed disbelief, verging on horror. "Not YOU, him?" Derek nodded towards Ronon, then reached for the naked boy and drew him into his arms. "Can I fuck YOU?" Ronon smiled up at his favorite fucker. "My asshole is a little...over-extended at the moment." "You think you can get it hard again so fast, now that you're enjoying the tantalizing tastes of manhood...and it's unfortunate limitations?" Derek asked as he fondled the little boy's little-boy cock. "You keep that up and you'll see," Ronon strained upward on his tiptoes to kiss Derek's lips. "Ohhhhh fuck, he's gettin' HARD again," Jeffery gasped in amazement as he watched what Derek's talented fingers so quickly did to the boy's soaring cocklet. "The little fucker...the kid's fuckin' getting HARD again!" "He does have quite the amazing libido," Derek observed, smiling down proudly at the spent nakedness of their pilot. "See, look at that, full tilt, a good, six inches...maybe closer to seven now...god he gets hotter and hornier and...and more fuckin' beautiful every week I'm away...every DAY, even," Derek sighed as he kissed the hypersexual little boy doll endlessly, grinding their hard, throbbing cocks together between them. "Where'd you FIND that little masterpiece?" Jeffery asked as he watched man and boy in the throes of mutual sexual arousal. "The yellow pages under...under...masterpieces," Derek replied between Ronon's ravishing kisses. "I have a second listing under 'Boy Studs'," Ronon playfully joined in the joke as he and Derek slowly glided down to the bed of palms next to Jeffery. He reached for a nearby plastic bottle. "What's that?" Derek asked as the boy expertly lathered his cock with the whitish liquid. "Boy-cum," Ronon joked, "I go around the boat collecting it for just such..." "Suntan lotion," Jeffery shot down Ronon's not entirely unlikely story. "Mmmm...I can smell the coconut oil," Derek noticed as he felt Ronon's fingers lubricate his anal entry. "Let's just say I'll never have to worry about gettin' my dick sunburned again," Jeffery joked as he watched in amazement as the boy lifted Derek's legs and in one smooth, gentle, pelvic movement drove himself flawlessly into the man's pleasure channel with a precision that seemed to dispute his age. "Ohhhh, goddddd...and the kid's only TWELVE?" "I trained him good," Derek turned his head smiling at the naked man beside them, only half joking. Derek was pleasantly surprised as the attractive young pilot kissed his lips. "I didn't know you were gay?" "I am NOW!" Jeffery nestled in closer to the pair as Ronon began his smooth, fucking movements, "I'm fuckin' gettin' HARD again too." "Don't fuckin' get your hopes up, he's only good for one fuck per day," Derek told the man protectively. "Shiiiiiiitttttt..." Ronon laughed, dismissing Derek's assertion. "I don't want to know about it," Derek smiled up at the naked youngster fucking his ass. "He was my FOUTH, you know, up the ass...you're my...my...SEVENTH...I think...yeah, seven guys I've fucked today," Ronon insisted. "I said I didn't want to...oehhghaherhhehh god, Ronon, that was nice...nice move...olaoheoighoeh fuck, you're gettin' better and better and...agheoiaehrhhhg god, fuckin' better each day, each time I let you fuck me." "Each time you BEG me to fuck you," Ronon corrected as he fervidly drove himself, his hard, young boy-cock landing perfectly on Derek's aching prostate with every thrust. "Do it, kid, fuck him, fuck him, just fuck the fuckin' SHIT outta him, boy, ohhh fuck, yeah, yeah, do it, do it to him, ohehhahehrhhh fuck; will you fuck ME like that next, man, ohhhhh god, I've never been fucked before but....oehhahghehahehr, god, I may cum just watchin' you two fuckers!" "I think the poor boy's had just about ENOUGH sex for one day...soon as he finishes fucking ME, that is," Derek said, his fatherly protective instincts arising even as he watched the beautiful little boy drive himself again and again into him. "I'll be the judge of that," Ronon asserted his boyish independance, "You ain't my fuckin' FATHER. I can fuck anyONE like, any TIME I like, as HARD as I like, as OFTEN as I like, as MUCH as I like," he declared, punKtuating his words with deep, powerthrusts that made Derek grimace in pleasure. "Kid's got a mind of his own," Jeffery observed as he strained upward and kissed Ronon this time. "Unfortunately," Derek agreed, "gettin' too fuckin' big for his britches...if he ever wore any... Ohhahehhghehhh fucck, that felt good, ohheoihaeoihr god, Ronon, feels good, feels good, ohhhh god, where the fuck did you learn to FUCK like this....not from me, I know." "You got that right," Ronon laughed as he boistrously romped in Derek's slippery ass, "you were always too sweet and gentle...the guys on the boat...they taught me this week how to really go at it, how to make a man really FEEL me fuckin' him, really FEEL my cock, really FEEL the feeling, FEEL the pleasure, really ENJOY my cock, and really SHOOT a lot of cum when ya shoot." "I'm looking forward to this," Jeffery giggled like a little boy, once more kissing Derek, on the nose this time. "It won't be long..." Derek gasped as he felt his orgasm swooping down on him from above via Ronon's pile-driving cock. "Shoot it!" Ronon cried as he double down, staggering Derek with his amazing speed, his tiny pelvis now almost a blur. "Ohhhhh fuck, he's amazing...incredible...wish it was ME he was fuckin'!" Jeffery gushed. "I don't know which is best, fuckin' him or GETTING fucked BY him," Derek admitted as his tortured prostate pulsed, his cock throbbed, his groin constricted. "Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cummmm...he's gonna make me cummmmmmmm....ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, Ronon, fuck me, fuck me, driving me over the top, over the...TOPPPPPPPP....TOPPPPP...OOHHEHGHEHARHEHHRH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, RONON, FUCK ME, BOY, DO IT TO ME, FUCK ME, BOY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCKME,FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME,FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME, FUUUCCCCKKK...FUCCCCCKKKK....FUCKKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!" "Ohhhh god, you're shootin', shootin' it, shootin' your cummmm...ohhh fuck, look at that fuckin' cock go, man, ohhhh fuck, you must not have cum for a WEEK!" Jeffery cried in delight as he watched Derek's cock spurt hard and fast and repeatedly, disgorging an incredible blast of thick, juicy, man-cum. "AIAIEHAHEREHEUARUEIIIAEHGEIAIHEOIOHEHHAHERIIHGEHIHGIEHAIIEHGE!!" Ronon cut lose, sounding more like TARZAN than Boy. "ARIEIGHHAEHRHHERHHHEHRHHAHEHRHHG CUMMMINNNNNNG, MAN, HWOIEHOIHAEHRHHGHH, CUMMMMING, CUMMMING, IMPREGNATING THE HELL OUTTA YOU, MAN," Ronon crowed as his slender loins cut lose with yet another series of volleys, tearing him apart inside with aching, naked, sexual pleasure. His balls drew up inside him, laden with Duralon they unleashed tremendous quantities of boy-cum, even more than before as they warmed to the task of providing him with a growing intensity of sexual ecstasy. "OHHHHAHEHHEHHA FUCCCCK, THAT FELT GOOD, OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK...FUCKKKKKK...FUCK, FUCK FUCKKKK...FUUUUUUCCCCCK, FUCCCCCKKKKK, FUCCCCCKKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKKkkkkkkkkkk..." His naked little boy-body strained, drove in still deeper, then froze, arching back, blasting one last, final, devastating spurt, the very image of ejaculating sexual pleasure.