Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 10:24:04 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 30 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 30 "ROWWWWWWWWNONNNNNN," the three sex-sated males heard the distant calling for the central figure in their exhausting round of naked ecstasy there in the jungle. "ROWWWWWWNONNNNNNNN!" It was Zac. "YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK YA WANT?" the boy called back loudly, hardly moving a muscle. The kid had a set of pipes. The two men had the urge to cover their ears. "I think you better go see what he wants," Derek suggested, rousing himself from the boy's naked embrace. "CUMMMMMINNNNNNGGGG...I mean...COMING!" Ronon rose to his feet. "You two gonna stay here and shoot some more cum?" "If he want's YOU, he's gonna want US too," Jeffery struggled to his feet, reaching for his discarded clothes. "Don't bother, you can fly naked can't you?" Ronon kidded the man as they set off in the direction of the beach. "Hmmmm...maybe, if you're not on board, otherwise, I might get my cock and the tiller mixed up," Jeffery joked back. "Ohhhh...there you are...hope I didn't...interrupt anything," Zac greeted the three as they emerged completely naked from the greenery, looking quite a bit worse for the wear. "No, we'd already cummed," Ronon divulged. "Looks that way," Zac smiled, looking Derek and Jeffery over from head to foot, "Listen, kid, think you can take the Zodiak back to the boat, I'm gonna fly back with Jeffery here...once he gets back into his clothes..." "Hey, yeah, cool, you already showed me everything, cooool..." Ronon jumped at the chance to captain his own "ship." "Derek will be going back with you," Zac told them. "I need you to pack a bag for me and bring it back. I gotta get away from here, there's just one two many naked, horny boys out there for a man to maintain his sanity." "Where ya headed?" the pilot asked as he donned his tighty-white briefs and t-shirt. "Well, Nassau first, then Miami to meet my agent for contract negotiations then," Zac paused, unable to recall the rest of his schedule. "Derek, Darin, and Mike are going to take the boys and the boat and pay a visit to..." Marco began. "Okay, Ronon, remember, not too heavy on the throttle, no sudden changes in directions, slow down well before you get to the boat," Zac interrupted his attorney in giving his new crew member last minute instructions. "You ever run one of these things?" he looked at Derek hopefully. "I've never even been IN one of these things," Derek laughed nervously as he eyed the naked twelve-year-old who had just fucked him to sexual ecstassy barely five minutes earlier. "Come on, I'll show ya," Ronon offered as man and boy, neither wearing a stitch, climbed in the inflated watercraft. "Here, you might need these," Jeffery tossed Derek his clothes, "in case you ever see land again." "You sure you know what the fuck you're doing?" Derek observed the boy as he and Ronon pushed the boat back into the water. "Climb in and shut up or no more blowjobs for you," Ronon threatened. "Nothing to it, like boats in the bathtub." "You're starting to worry me," Derek sighed as Ronon expertly started the outboard. "What? No more blowjobs?" Ronon joked. "Right...just watch what you're...hey, the boat is THAT way," Derek pointed. "I knew that," Ronon insisted as he swung the boat around ignoring Zac's earlier warning regarding sudden turns. "Hoooooo FUCCCCCKKKKK....where's the lifeboats," Derek hung on as his skipper was having the time of his life. "You're IN it," Ronon laughed wildly as he sped up his new plaything, heading off across the fortunately smooth water. "You know how to dock this thing?" Derek worried. "I thought YOU did," Ronon joked. "Hoooo fuck, slow DOWN!" Derek cried. "No WAY, got a train to catch!" Ronon cried. "You fuckin' little SHIT, you're scaring the hell outta me," Derek complained as even at that he was starting to enjoy their little thrill ride. "You want me to suck your cock on the way back?" Ronon teased, releasing the tiller and starting to move toward Derek. "HEY, FUCKER, GET THE FUCK BACK THERE, HANG ONTO THAT FUCKIN' THING, BEFORE WE END UP IN MIAMI," Derek cried pushing the boy back to his station by the outboard. "You're no fun," Ronon complained. "Neither are YOU," Derek did a little complaining himself, "slow down, we're almost...SLOW DOWN!" Ronon didn't. At least he didn't until it was too late. The Zodiak hit the retractable diving platform on the back of the yacht then skidded right up onto it, only the motor stopping the craft from zipping right across and off on the opposite side. However the sudden stop threw both Ronon and Derek into the bottom of the boat landing them naked in one another's arms. "You ready for that blowjob now?" Ronon joked to hide his fright. Zac had never shown him how to bring the boat to a stop. "I think you better get back there and cut the motor," Derek advised as he released the slender little imp. "WHAT THE FUCK?! Darin cried as he leaped down several steps at a time from the upper deck to the aft, then down to the diving platform which hovered a foot or so above the water. "Do me a favor, never let this kid NEAR the Zodiak again," Derek requested as he climbed up nakedly from where he and Ronon had landed. "Right! Where's Zac?" Darin struggled to restrain a smile. The kid sure knew how to put on a good show with a spectacular finish. "He sent us back to pack a few thing and take'em back to him, he's gonna fly to Nassau on the chopper," Ronon informed the boat's captain. "It's a long story," Derek sighed, "tell ya about it later." "Hope this little fuckstick didn't damage the boat," Darin climbed down to inspect the craft. "Hey, dont' talk about my fuckstick like that, you seemed to be awfully fond of it last night," Ronon reminded the man. "LOVE your fuckstick, it's YOU I'm not too crazy about at the moment," Darin shot back as he decided the rugged Kodiak was undamaged despite its crash landing. "Can I take it back to the beach once you've..." Ronon began "NO!" both men shouted at the same time, horrified that the kid would even have the nerve to ask. "You better get below before you find your self SWIMMING back to the beach with Zac's suitcase in your TEETH," Derek warned, struggling to maintain a stern face. The boy was so cute, it was hard to remain angry at him. "I'll help you pack his things," Ronon volunteered by way of appeasement. "I think Zac would just as leave you didn't, I've seen your taste in clothes," Darin observed the naked young boy. "Go find someone to fuck...do something you're GOOD at." Smitten, Ronon had sense enough to beat a hasty retreat. "YOU ARE SOOOOOO COOOOOOOLLLLL!" The words from Kevin, his naked little protege greeted Ronon as he did as he ducked into the main salon. "I saw the way you just...ZOOOOOMMMM...ramped up on the platform like that, man, what a LANDING!" "Hmph...that's not what THEY thought," Ronon pouted as he slumped into the couch next to Kevin. "I'm probably grounded for LIFE." "Want me to suck your cock?" Kevin volunteered, hoping to make his friend feel better. "Sure, why not?" Ronon sighed, watching it harden right before their eyes at the prospect of yet another orgasm, number 12 or 13 for the day. "I love suckin' your cock, it's so big an hard and...mmmphhhhh..." Kevin gushed as only Ronon's sizable hard the boycock itself, stuffed in his mouth, hampered his constant yammering. Ronon held the boy's head, moving it up and down on his cock even as he heaved and thrust it repeatedly between the boy's cocksucking lips. The kid knew how to take it. Most boys, even some of the "pros" on board, would cough and gag, but not Kevin. He'd sucked off his father enough times to know how to take a sizable hunk of meat and bring it joy. "Nice..." Ronon smiled down at the nine-year-old's bobbing head. Kevin looked up at Ronon and smiled, despite the cock in his mouth, then redoubled his efforts at giving his best friend the blowjob of his life. Even though he had shot a stupendous load with first Jeffery, then Derek, Ronon's soaring, hard, boy-cock already ached with the presence of his looming orgasm. "Only nine..." Ronon murmurred softly as he watched Kevin devour his hard, thorbbing, pulsating cock. "You on Duralon?" Kevin stopped long enough to ask. "Ain't we all?" Ronon sighed as Kevin returned to his cock. Kevin was no longer face-fucking the boy as he did at the start but now slumped back on the couch, relaxing, watching the sweetly beautiful little blond boy give him a feeling of swelling sexual pleasure deep down in his slender naked groin. "Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssss...yesssss...yesssssssss..." he murmurred as he felt his aching sexual pleasure grow stronger with every sucking stroke of Kevin's lips up and down over his cock. There was no rush. Neither boy had any reason to. Both had shot more than enough cum that day to satisfy any normal, horny, pre-teen boy several times over. Of course neither boy was in any way sexually normal and, thanks to their healthy supply of Duralon and other Cox pharmaceuticals, they also had the MEANS to pursue their sexual addiction to orgasms. It was a liesurely, friendly suck job involving a long, slow, gradual build-up to a pinacle of sexual pleasure and spectacular ejaculation of almost excruciating intensity. "Makin' me feel it," Ronon sighed, totally relaxed, lying back, simply enjoying the sweet sexual feeling deep in his groin that Kevin was making him feel. Kevin slowed his oral assault, sensing instinctively that Ronon was getting close, and wanting to prolong his friend's sexual agony. "Gettin' me there," Ronon told his cocksucking protege. Kevin picked up the pace, sucking harder. "Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Ronon breathed as his pleasure once more mounted. Again Kevin slowed. "Don't stop. Make it last, Kevin, but don't stop...don't stop...keep sucking me...keep sucking me forever, man, keep doin it to me, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' meeeee..." A week on board the Zee Ray had changed Kevin. He'd sucked, the dozen or so cocks on board each at least a dozen times. Whereas before he'd been merely a talented amateur, now he showed signs of becoming an exceptional, certified cocksucker on the highest caliber. "Suck it, babe, suck it, suck it, suck it off...ohhh yeah, Kevin, suck it off, suck it off, suck my cock off," Ronon softly intoned as Derek and Darin passed through the Salon on the way down to Zac's suite. They gave the two stark naked pleasure boys practically no notice at all. Boy-sex had become completely routine aboard the Zee Ray during the past week. If anyone noticed or commented it was to become involved in whatever copulation might be occurring at the moment. Both Derek and Darin were preoccupied with getting their job done so as not to keep the boss waiting. Kevin seemed not to mind the extended workout. He'd once sucked a friend's cock for an entire night before allowing the boy cum. He rather doubted Ronon would last that long. Ronon doubted it too, "ohhhhh fuccccckkk...fuccccckkk...fucccckkkkkk," Ronon moaned, "ohhh fuck, feels good, feels good feels fuckin' AWESOME! He resisted the urge to take an active part in their sexual exercize. Kevin maintained intimate eye contact with Ronon, choosing and timing his sexual moves to the ever-changing looks of growing sexual pleasure he'd learned to read on Ronon's beautiful, expressive face. "Okay, do it to me now..." Ronon sighed as the two young boys communicated almost without words. Ronon had caluclated that Kevin had sucked him off at least twenty times during the past week. Kevin sucked and sucked hard, hard and fast, harder and faster. Ronon squirmed as Kevin sucked. It would have been impossible not to. "I got one hell of a load for ya," Ronon warned as he felt it gathering in his hypersensitive prostate, on the verge of exploding from his aching, pulsating cock. "I'm gonna cum," he told the boy quietly. Kevin steeled himself for the eagerly anticipated eruption of juicy hot sperm from Ronon's loins. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....AHHAHHAHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH..." Ronon restrained himself from his usual outcry of horrendous sexual pleasure each time he orgasmed. "OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK, KEVIN, SUCK ME, BABE, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK ME OFF, MAN, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, TAKE MY CUM, AHHHAHHAH GOD, SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN' ONE HELL OF A LOAD AAEIGEHHAHHHH FUCCCK," Ronon cried as once more he heard his his strained, ever-changing, little-boy voice crack with the growing onslaught of his puberty making itself felt. He gazed down at what Kevin was doing to his cock, watching the few sparse pubic hairs tickle the boy's nose, watching his slowly lengthening boy-cock sweep in and out of Kevin's lips. His friend was swalloing huge amounts, gulping it down, eagerly devouring his surprisingly prodigious spurts of boy-cum. "AHHAHHHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHH KEVIN, KEVIN, KEVIN, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY CUM, LET ME BECOME A PART OF YOU, OHHHH FUCK, EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME, MAN, EAT MY COCK, EAT MY CUM, OHHHHHIIAHEHHAEHHEHERHH FUUUCCCCKKKKK! His voice cracked again from the strain. "Love your cum," Kevin smiled up at him as he lifted his lips from Ronon's cock only to get a facial dose, before going back down on the ejaculating boy-cock in self-defense, capturing every last drop. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, you are one really hot cucksocker," Ronon moaned in sexual exhaustion even as his spent boy-cock continued to seep sperm across Kevin's lips and face. "Want more?" Kevin gazed up at him, totally debauched by his sexual performance. "Later..." Ronon sighed as he pulled Kevin up into his arms and kissed him. "You two stll goin' AT it?" Darin shook his head in wonder as he once more passed through the salon, this time with a bulging duffle full of Zac's stuff. "Watch yourself with the Zodiak, it's kind of wild today," Ronon warned. "Hmph..." Darin grunted, unamused, as he went back out on deck. A moment later the two entertwined naked boys heard the motor rev, then fade off as Darin headed out across the water. Darin, Derek, and Mike stookd on the open bridge high atop the Zee Ray and watched the helicopter bearing Zac and Marco Gonzales zip by overhead. Derek was still naked from his little tryst with Ronon on the beach more than an hour before. "Where's he goin' again?" Darin asked, gently turning the helm, swinging the boat northwest. "Nassau, then Miami...something about meeting his agent and contract negotiations." Derek told him, "he's up for the part of Charlie Chaplin in a TV bio-pic that may end up in theaters. They're dickering with the producer for a cut if the pic makes it that far." "Cool, that oughta keep the old Zee Ray afloat for a few more months," Mike observed. "Zac got money problems?" Derek asked in surprise. "Not yet but..." Darin told them. "We're off to meet a supply barge to refuel that's gonna cost him a couple dimes and the grocery bill for...sixteen of us..." "Well, that should lighten up in a few days," Derek suggested. "He gettin' rid of a bunch of boys?" Mike asked anxiously. He rather enjoyed having his choice of thirteen horny, naked boys to play with. "The first one, tomorrow," Darin informed his first mate and lover. "We're meeting them off the coast of Hawthorne Key for a transfer--Jan, the oldest one. His parents are coming for him. "Jan...damn, I'm gonna miss that one, he gives some of the best blowjobs on board and really knows how to take a cock up the ass." "He should, he's been doin' it since he was TEN," Darin smiled. "He's fifteen, almost sixeten now." "Once that's taken care of Zac wants you to head for Ecstasy," Derek informed the boat's captain for the first time. "ECSTASY!" Darin ejaculated. "Tina Cox has agreed to take the other boys, except Ronon of course, off your hands," Derek went on. "NO!" Darin flattly refused. "You got a problem with that?" Derek asked in surprise. "Damned fuckin' RIGHT I got a problem with that," Darin cried angrily. "You think for one instant I'm gonna restock Tina Cox's harem of teenaged boys...damn, Zac must be out of his fuckin' MIND!" "Let me remind you, one of them is her SON," Derek told them man gently, resisting the urge, at Zac's request, to tell him that same boy might be HIS son." "Don't remind me," Darin snapped. "I like Kevin...he's sweet, loving, sexy, a little too talkative, but...I LOVE him," Darin confessed. "I don't care if Tina IS his mother, Kevin especially...I wouldn't wish a life like that on ANY boy." "I think the boy's homesick," Mike told them as he watched the chopper disappear over the horizon. "What makes you say that?" Darin asked sharply. "He told me yesterday he missed his mother," Mike divulged. "Yeah, well I missed MY mother too..." Darin's voice softened a little as he put himself in Kevin's place. "Probably misses FUCKING her." "Zac needs to be rid of the boys," Derek reminded them. "We can't keep floating around out here with a dozen naked little-boy whores indefinitely. "Isn't that what your little gab fest was all about over there on the island, or did you spend all your time fuckin' Ronon?" "It was and I did," Derek said, resenting the tone of Darin's voice. "Or really, HE fucked ME, but anyway...We've got passports for Ronon and a couple others, but the applications for the rest are going to take weeks...in fact, three of the boys we can't even GET passports...not any time soon anyway. So until we have them all, we dare not try taking any of them back to the states." "Can't we just unload them in the Bahamas or in some little podunk fishing port somewhere up the coast," Mike asked. "Mike, you can't just drive a hundred million dollar, 150-foot mega-yacht into ANY fishing village, podunk or otherwise, without stirring up a lot of questions we aren't in a position to answer," Darin told him. "Even if we did, we couldn't just DUMP a bunch of half-naked teenaged boys in the middle of nowhere," Derek objected. "Okay, okay, you're starting to make the Ecstasy Island thing sound halfway reasonable but still..." Darin seemed to fear the place and its reigning monarch as much as Zac. "You wanna cut out too, like Zac?" Derek asked curtly. "It IS Zac's boat, we DO work for the man," Mike reminded Darin needlessly. Darin was silent as his tortured mind churned like the wake of the Zee Ray. "Okay," he said finally. "We'll take little Kevin home to his mommie but the others..." Zac said DUMP'em," Derek's voice hardened. "Pull up to the pier, march the troops ashore, then make a run for cover. Those were his exact words." Derek was paraphrasing slightly but Darin needn't know that. Darin's silence was longer and deeper than before. His voice choked, "And hope my conscience doesn't notice?"