Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 12:30:31 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys chapter 31 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 31 Darin Romeo had been awake for perhaps 15 minutes. It was barely light outside. He guessed it was around seven a.m. He needed to take a piss. However, doing so would desturb the two naked young boys clinging so seductively to his own naked body; he hated to move. He savored the delicious feel of naked boyflesh against his own. His cock was rock hard, as were theirs. They probably needed a quick sojourn to the head as well. Finally, his bladder could take it no longer. He moved, one leg, one arm, a second leg, a second arm, his whole body. Both boys stirred slightly but didn't awaken. Darin crawled gingerly between the two, slipping from the bed, making a beeline toward the comode. Ahhhhhhh, it felt good, relieving himself, almost like a kind of mini-orgasm...okay maybe not THAT good, but they didn't call it relieving for nothing. "Hi," it was Ronon. Darin had just finished. "Meet you back in bed," Darin smiled down at the boy, smacking him lightly on his shapely little-boy butt as he tried to pee. On the way back he also met Kevin. "Don't go away, I need to cum," Kevin greeted him. "Me too," Darin smiled, ruffling the hair of the outrageously cute nine-year-old boudoir urchin. Darin had barely hit the bed again before Ronon came romping across it, plopping down heavily beside him, nearly bouncing Darin from the massive, pillow-top king. "Wanna fuck around?" "Whatcha wanna do?" Darin asked, welcoming the boy into his naked embrace as Ronon returned to his previous place clinging to the naked man who, for all intents and purposes, OWNED him. "Well, we fucked each other raw last night..." Ronon considered. "I'm kind sore back there." He hoped Darin was too. He'd certainly did HIS part in making that the case. Kevin strutted back to bed, hips thrust obscenely forward, his five-inch boy-cock very much leading the way. "Let's suck," he suggested. "Naw, we did THAT last night too," Ronon reminded them. "Remember, I sucked you, you sucked Darin, and Darin sucked ME." "No, YOU sucked Darin, I sucked YOU, and HE sucked ME, remember?" Kevin argued. "THAT was the SECOND time," Ronon recounted. "Then the third time, I sucked YOU and HE sucked...no, I sucked...hell, I'm so confused..." "We ALL sucked each OTHER." Kevin cut to the chase. "Ya wanna FUCK some more?" "Ain't you sore from last night when I fucked your ass?" Ronon asked. "Yeah...a little..." Kevin admitted, "God, your cock's getting SOOOO fuckin' BIG now, man you really rode my ass...HARD...and I'm still squishin' cum whenever I walk," he giggled. "Man, I shot you SOO full of cum, if you were a girl, you'd be having OCTUPULETS!" Ronon crowed, proud of his newfound ability to not only shoot cum, but to shoot it in near-record quantities (no small thanks to Duralon). "Let's just lie here naked like this and play with Darin's cock," Kevin suggested as both boys reached for it, Ronon's hand closing over the upper part, Kevin's tiny fist gripping it at the shaven base. "While I play with YOURS?" Darin suggested as his fingers closed around Kevin's on his left and Ronon's on his right. It was a tad awkward but it felt good to hold TWO hard, throbbing, vibrant, young boy-cocks at the same time, feeling them respond instantly to his fondling touch. "Ooooooo, I'm gonna cum any second..." Ronon joked, making light of Darin's legendary sexual prowess. "Don't hold back, spray us all," Kevin teased. "Feelin' good?" Ronon smiled up at Darin, straining to kiss the man's lips as he and Kevin jacked his cock. "Feelin'...beautiful...sexy...loving...ohhhh, fuck, yeahhhhhh, yeahhhhh, yeahhhh, boys, do it to me, boys, jack my cock, make it feel good...make it feel REALLY good," Darin cooed his encouragement as the two worked in unison to give him sexual pleasure. "You like it?" Kevin asked as Darin rewarded the boy's sexual efforts with a deep, lengthy kiss. "No, I LOVE it," Darin corrected, "how can one man be so lucky as to have TWO naked little boys to make love to him at the same time?" "I ain't so LITTLE anymore," Ronon corrected. "My cock's getting bigger and bigger every day...every hour, every minute, every..." "We get the fuckin' idea," Kevin interjected, "I wish I could get some of that puberty stuff." "I think Cox has a drug for that," Darin joked, "puberty in a bottle...or is it a pill?" "It's this jelly stuff ya rub on your dick, makes it double in size in a day," Kevin joked as he and Ronon sped up their stroking movements on Darin's cock. "Must not be much good, look at YOUR pathetic little..." Ronon mercilessly joked. "Boys, boys, no snide comments, let's make this a nice, pleasant, wildly pleasurable, joint orgasm, okay? You two make me cum, I'll make YOU cum, okay?" Darin as often as not found himself in a peace keeping role, what with thirteen...now just twelve (since Jan joined his parents yesterday) horny, hot-dogging, puberty-popping boys on board. Actually though, he was somewhat surprised the boys all got along as well as they did. There seemed to be no jealousy, no real personality conflicts, and only the occassional "pissing contest" to be referreed. Mostly there was an overall aura of love and genuine affectiion dominating the boys' behavior, despite the close quarters and consant sexual contact. "You jack good," Kevin smiled up at Darin, enjoying the man's experienced touch, "my dad used to jack me off just like you are..." his voice trailing off as he struggled with missing his parents. "Your mother jack you off pretty good too?" Ronon asked, a slight taunt in his voice. "Ronon..." Darin gently reprimanded the boy with no more than a stern, pleading tone. "Sorry," Ronon instantly appologized. "It's okay..." Kevin forced a smile. "Actually, mom's much better at SUCKING." "My mom SUCKS too," Ronon applied quite a different slant to the word. Darin found himself smiling, wondering if Doreen Parker HAD ever actually sucked her son's cock. Knowing Doreen, he'd not be surprised. "God, you're makin' it feel good," Kevin moaned as he felt his yearning sexual pleasure start to mount deep inside his loins. "You feelin' good too?" Ronon questioned as he and Kevin worked beautifully in unison on the man's cock. "I'm starting to get in the mood," Darin admitted, kissing both boys on the top of their heads as they earnestly worked to give him a robust, powerful orgasm. "This could take a while after last night," Ronon suggested, feeling his own orgasmic twinges starting to develop. "Why, is there a shortage of Duralon?" Kevin asked. "You take one this morning?" "Yes, my horny little sweetheart, my balls are churnin' and my prostate's pulsating, and I'm cookin' up one hell of a load once you get the fire inside me stoked," Darin egged on the youngest, and perhaps the horniest member of his little sex crew. Darin had tried them all, each many times, in fact. It seemed that whenever he was not on the bridge, he had some naked boy on his cock striving to unleash an endless series of orgasmic gushes from his slender, naked loins. It was impossible to say which boy was the "best" or the cutest or the most sexually satisfying. Each had their strengths--fucking, sucking, getting fucked or sucked, you name it. Moreover, each boy seemed more beautiful, more sexually exciting, more seductive, more wildly pleasurable than the one before in an endless succession of explosive, intensely seering orgasmic encounters beyond belief. "Feels like I'm gettin'close," Ronon sighed as he squirmed nakedly next to the man giving him such exquisite sexual pleasure. "Let's all cum together...shoot cum all over each other at the same time," Kevin urged. "I'm gettin' there," Ronon moaned as his orgasmic feelings mounted. "Me toooooo," Kevin trembled, his beautiful, sweet, little-boy face a mask of intensifying sexual pleasure. "Jack me, boys, jack me off, jack me off, oh yeah, that's it, that's it, boys, doin' it to me, gonna make me cum, boys, yeah, yeah, do it, do it, jack me, jack my cock, jack me off, boys, jack me off, jack me off, jack me...me...OFFFFFFFFF...AGEOOAEIHOIHRAOEIHG GOD, JACKIN' ME OFFFFF, OHHH YEAH, SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' CUM, OHAHEHHHEHH FUCK YES, OHHHH YEAH, BOYS, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, MAN, PUMP THAT COCK, PUMP THAT FUCKIN' COCK, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME FUCKIN' CUMMMMMMMMM... KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, OHHHH FUCK, OHHH YEAH, JUST LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM POPPIN' OUTTA MY COCK, BOYS, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, KEEP JACKIN' IT, KEEP...KEEEP....AHGEIAEHERIHGHEHHAHEHGHHHH!!!" Darin was so lost in his own explosive orgasms he hardly noticed both the boys as each of their cocks began pulsating in his hands, Kevin heaving and thrusting, lost in his usual dry orgasm while Ronon's cock launched a series of powerful jets of his thin, watery boy-cum. "AEIAIEIHREHAHEGHEHH OOEHEOIAEHHRIEIIAIEIIEIHHEIIEHHH...IEIAHEHAEIIIEIAEHHHHGHEHHHAHHH!!!" Ronon screamed in sexual agony as his tiny, naked young boy-body ejaculated wildly in Darin's fist, mixing the boy's cum with Darin's own, thoroughly wetting down all three of them in an ocean of hyperactive sperm. "MAKIN' ME CUM, MAN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME SHOOT, OHHHH FUCK, YEAH, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, MAN, OOHHHAHEHHAHEHH GOD, EIIGHEAIEORIHIEOHIH YEAH, FEELS GOOD, MAN, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, OHHEHAHEHHAH FUCCCCCCCK, I LOVE SHOOTIN' MY CUM, I LOVE IT WHEN WE SHOOT OUR CUM TOGETHER, MAN, IT ALWAYS FEELS BETTER WHEN YOU ORGASM WITH SOMEONE ELSE...OEOIHEOIHEAOIRHO FUCKKK, DARIN, OAOHGOEIAOHEIHR FUCCCK, WHAT YOU'RE FUCKIN' DOIN' TO MY COCCCCKKKK....AHEIGOAEIHORIEH GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, SO DEEP DOWN INSIDE ME...OAOEIGHOAIEHOR GOD, LOOK AT ALL THAT FUCKIN' CUM, AHGEOIAHEOI YEAH, YEAH, MORE, MORE, MORE, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME MORE, MORE, MORRRREEEeee!!" "AhahehaHHHIEHAHEHIIHH, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, JACK ME, JACK ME OFF, JACK ME OFF,JACKMEOFF,JACKME OFF,JACKMEOFFJACKMEOFFJACKMEOFFJACKMEOFFJACKMEOFFJACKMEOFF...AHGHEIAOEOHOIHE FUCK JACK ME OFFF," Kevin gasped as his words ran together in a litany of aching sexual pleasure almost too much for the little boy's nine-yearh-old mind to endure. "YES, YES, YES, DO IT BOYS, FEEL IT, BOYS, FEEL THE FEELING, FEEL WHAT MY HANDS ARE DOIN' TO YOUR COCKS, BOYS, YEAH, YEAH, ORGASM WITH ME, BOYS, LET'S ALL FEEL THE FEELING TOGETHER, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS WHEN YOU CUM, OHEOAIEHORIHOEO YEAH, YEAH, STILL FEELING IT, OEHHGOEAIEHORI FUCK, YEAH, DO IT, RONON, DO IT, KEEP SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM, OHHOIOOIHOIH GOD, I LOVE PUMPIN' THE CUM OUTTA YOUR COCK LIKE THIS, WATCHING YOU SHOOT, WATCHIN' YOUR COCK OOZE OUT ALL THAT CUM," Darin pushed both boys deeper and deeper in the the aching, heaving, depths of their gyrating orgasms. "OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, KEVIN, YEAH, THAT'S THE WAY, THAT'S IT, FEELS GOOD, DOESN'T IT, BOY, FEELING IT, FEELING THE FEELING, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, KEEP FEELING IT, KEVIN, KEEP FEELIN' YOUR ORGASM, BOY, YEAH, YEAH, OAHHHAHHE YEAH, REALLY DOIN' IT TO YOU, AIN'T I? FEELING IT? FEELING HOW GOOD MY HAND IS MAKIN' YOUR COCK FEEL, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, LOVE WATCHING LITTLE BOYS LIKE YOU ORGASM REALLY HARD LIKE YOUR ARE!!" At that instant the phone at the head of the bed chose to beep. "DAMN!" Darin cried in frustration, his own orgasm still showing signs of lingering ecstasy. He grabbed the handset. "WHAT?" "What the fuck, I catch you in the middle of an orgasm or something?" It was Derek on the bridge. "Something like that," Darin acknowledged. "This better be damned fuckin' important!" "I think you better get up here," Derek told him, "Something's weird...I'm not believing what I'm seeing." "Fucccckkkkk," Darin sighed as he practically THREW the cordless reciever back into its base. "What's wrong?" Ronon questioned, sitting up next to Darin, his cock still quivering, still oozing his thin, boyish cum. "Gotta go," Darin told him, grabbing for his robe, then leaving them as he ran barefooted from his cabin. "Fucck, and just when we were starting to get him warmed up," Kevin sighed as his hyper-orgasmic cock refuse to subside. "I bet he had at least two or three more good hard cums left in him." "Is that all you ever think about, makin' your cock throb?" Ronon looked at the boy in disdain. "He IS the captain, you know, duty calls." Duty was, indeed, calling, loud and clear. "What the fuck?" Darin grabbed the binoculars from Derek and peered out over the water. He recognized Ecstasy Island some five miles in the distant. "Looks like half the Bahamian navy out there," Derek commented. "No shit, that IS the Bahamian navy, the WHOLE fuckin' flotilla, one, two, four, six, eight, god, twelve or fourteen fuckin boats, even a copter carrier." "Training maneuvers or something?" Derek questioned. "More like WAR maneuvers!" Darin cried. "Turn us around, get us the fuck OUTTA HERE!" "But what about...?" Derek objected. "My GOD, did you see THAT?!" Darin's voice rose to near panic. "They're SHOOTING!" Derek cried in horror. "That was supposed to have been a shot cross the bow, trying to get that cruiser there to stop but...FUCK someone miscalculated the speed...my god, that's the COX boat..." Darin exclaimed. "Looks like they were making a run for it." "Shot off the whole fuckin' BOW!" Derek cried as he whirled the helm a hard turn to starboard. "This is gonna roll some boys down below outta bed," he added dryly. "She's on FIRE!" Darin's voice rose as he moved to keep his binoculars focused on the little sea battle taking place right before their eyes, hoping that the action might cause the Bahamian navy to not notice the presence of an outsider. The wind from their rapidly increasing speed made communicating difficult. "LOOK! Over there! They're...fuck, they're landing troops on the fuckin' BEACH!" Derek pointed as he goosed the Zee Ray into high gear, high-tailing them from the scene. "Aim the video camera up there over that way, this is unbelievable," Darin ordered as his mind tried to make some sense of all he was seeing." "The Cox craft is going down," Derek gasped as he struggled to watch where their own boat was going and the action in the rear at the same time. "People jumping overboard." "And no one out there's making a move to go after them," Darin observed the Bahamian navy's apparent disregard for human life. It was all they could do to hear one another short of shouting. "Think we should turn around, go see if we can help?" Derek suggested. "What, and get blown up OURSELVES?" Darin reacted. "I rather doubt they want any witnesses to their bumbling idocy." "They're INVADING Ecstasy Island!" What he was seeing starting to gel in Derek's mind. "Get us the fuck OUTTA HERE!" Darin ordered for a second time, their speed of almost 30 knots seemingly not nearly fast enough, given the situation. Derek pushed the throttle full forward, watching the speedometer creep upwards to 35 knots as the boat shuddered from the effort. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON?" Mike cried as he struggled against the wind, coming up to the bridge from below, "WORLD WAR THREE?" "Not quite, but it would appear the Bahamas has just declared war on Cox International," Darin yelled allmost gleefully. "So far Cox is down one to nothing." "They just sunk the Cox yacht!" Derek observed as he watched the stern of the once beautiful watercraft rise high into the air then slowly slip down. "I see three heads in the water," Darin noted through the high-powered binoculars. "No life raft?" Mike asked in disbelief. "No time, they were trying to stop the boat and...looks like the boat drove right into their shell trajectory...direct hit on the bow," Darin recounted. "You think they saw us?" Derek asked as the 150-foot mega-yacht bounced hard across the waves, jarring them and everything below them furiously. "This is gonna break some crockery down below," Derek laughed, starting to enjoy the thrill ride. "My god, we're pushing 40 knots!" Mike read the speed, "We've never had her past 32 before!" "Hang on, we'll be outta their radar range in a few more minutes (I hope)," Darin cried, eyeing first the speed indicator and then the action off their stern as it rapidly receded into the distance. "The manual says she'll do FIFTY!" "Let's not find out!" Mike objected, "I've seen boats do a backflip at forty knots, our whole bow must be outta the water at this speed." "Back her off a little, Derek," Darin ordered as he pictured in his mind the scenario Mike described. "See if you can hold her at 35 for a few more minutes." "Thirty..." Mike pleaded. "What's the radar show?" Darin asked as he continued to watch through binoculars. The early morning sun was making it difficult to see. He looked at his watch. It was just after eight. "Ecstasy is out of range, just a few craft to the east...none making any moves this way." Mike read the scope. Darin breathed easier. "Okay, pull he back to thirty," he relented. "What about the survivors?" Mike questioned, "ain't we supposed to..." "Fuck the survivors, let the Bahamians fuckin' worry about cleaning up the mess they've made," Darin burst, "We don't want no fuckin' part of this little brouhaha...Zac's gonna SHIT when he hears about this!" "They musta have planned their little raid for dawn." Derek continued to aim the bridge camera at the distant horizon as Ecstasy island slipped out of sight behind them. "This is gonna make the nightly news." "Like hell it will," Darin reached up and clicked off the camera, "How'd you like to explain why we just HAPPENED to be 500 miles from nowhere approaching Cox's sexy little sandbox when all this shit hit the fan?" "You think the Bahamians suddenly decided to exert territorial dominance knowing Colton Cox is in no position to do anything about it and that Cox International is unlikely to object, under the circumstances." The reporter in Derek suggested, trying to see the broader picture. "Good guess," Darin considered Derek's thought. "Convoluted but..." it did seemed logical. "And I suppose Tina Cox and her young boyfriends are now fighting off the sharks..." There was a long moment of silence as the full implications of Darin's words hung in the morning air sweeping over the open bridge. "Someone better go below and tell Kevin," Darin said softly.