Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 17:46:17 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 32 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 32 "We think your mother was likely on that boat," Darin softly told Kevin Cox as he and Derek sat with Kevin in the main salon of the Zee Ray while Ronon stood next to him. "We think she probably died," Derek added as he turned off the bridge video of what had transpired that morning. Kevin didn't burst into tears. He sat silent, soberly absorbing all he had seen. Ronon hugged him, then kissed his forehead. "Died?" He repeated Derek's final word. "It looks like she and two others were..." Darin continued. "Mark and Ian..." Kevin filled in the blanks. Derek and Darin looked at one another somewhat surprised as the other victims took on names. "They were the only ones left on the island," Kevin added, "Besides...mom." This time there were a few tears but no real crying. Everyone knew, big boys didn't cry, even when their mothers died. "It's okay to cry," Derek hugged the boy, comforting him the only way he knew how. Kevin shook his head silently. "I don't wanna cry." He didn't. "We're sorry," Darin hugged Kevin too, almost crying himself in lieu of the boy's surprisingly stoic acceptance. Or maybe it wasn't acceptance. Maybe the boy was in shock...or denial. "Why?" Kevin asked simply. "Hooooo boy..." Darin took a deep breath. "We're not sure why," Derek rescued him somewhat. "No, we don't really know," Darin added, we're only...we've been doing some guessing but..." "Guessing?" Kevin looked up at the two men plaintively. It didn't take much genius to see the boy needed answers. "Your father is...locked up," Darin began, looking at Derek for help in knowing just how to explain something so dreadfully complex as the Colton Cox situation. "We think maybe they had the Bahamians raid the island looking for evidence," Derek continued as Darin faltered. "Pictures of naked boys?" Kevin guessed. "Pictues of naked boys, yes, I suppose," Darin recalled the vast erotic art collection Jason Cox had acquired and proudly displayed. "There was a TON of'em," Kevin acknowledged. "But...but why did they shoot up the 'Laughing Boy'? "That was the name of the boat?" Derek asked. Kevin nodded. "We don't think they did it on purpose," Darin tried to explain, "you see, when the coast guard or navy wants a boat to stop so they can board it, they usually try using a bull horn first then if that doesn't work they fire a shot across the bow." "From what we saw...the way it looked on the bow camera, we think the gunner...or the captain, whatever, may have misjudged the speed of the boat...the Laughing Boy," Derek added the guesswork. "I saw that once in a movie on TV," Ronon put in, once more hugging Kevin. Both boys were still naked from their little romp with Darin that morning. "No, shit, that fucker would do 55 knots without half trying," Kevin proclaimed proudly. Once more Darin and Derek looked at one another in surprise. Darin doubted the boy's claim, especially the 'without half trying' part but he didn't doubt that Tina Cox had her running pretty much wide open, scared out of her wits. He'd been pretty much scared out of his wits too and had been running the Zee Ray wide open as a result. "From what it looked like on the video..." Darin once more began. "She drove that fucker right into it." Once more the boy surprised them. Kevin had seen the video and easily come to the same conclusion they had, it was that obvious. The video had captured much more of the scene that either Darin or Derek had first realized, including the moments before the Laughing Boy was fired upon...all in glorious 1080 HD color. "How come no one picked'em up outta the water?" Kevin asked an equally obvious qustion. "We were too far off, and afraid they'd start shooting at us," Darin tried to explain in his own defense. "As for...them...we...we're not sure, we..." "We think possibly they didn't want any...witnesses to survive," Derek finally told the boy bluntly. There was no other way to put it. Kevin needed answers. He deserved the best they could give him. Kevin again nodded in understanding. "I love my mother...not just...just...fuckin' her and stuff, I...I really LOVE her." There was a hearbreaking sob in his thin, nine-year-old voice but no tears this time as he seemed unable to think of her in the past tense. "Besides your dad, you have any other relatives, someone you could...you know...go to...someone we need to contact?" Darin asked softly. Kevin shook his head. "Will someone tell dad?" "I'm sure someone will, soon if they haven't already," Derek comforted the boy. "No other relatives...aunts, uncles, grandparents?" Darin asked hopefully, somewhat surprised. "They all divorced the family," Kevin informed them. The others looked at one another in dismay, even Ronon, sensing the boy's deep lonliness now. "We'll be your family," Ronon once more kissed Kevin. "No one wanted anything to do with...us...with...incest," Kevin added by way of explanation. "My grandparents are all dead...too." "I'm sorry," Derek force a smile, near tears himself as he hugged the sweetly beautiful little boy, who now seemed, suddenly, even younger, smaller, sweeter and more beautiful in a sad sort of way than ever before. "And my DAD might as WELL be dead," Kevin added, a desperately sad, squeak to his voice, tears once more runniing down his cheeks even as he wiped them away, trying valiantly not to break down. "Maybe not," Derek said softly. He reached in his shirt pocket and withdrew Kevin's U.S. Passport. He handed it to Darin. Darin opened it, looked at it carefully as the two boys gazed up at him and Derek questioningly. "What's this supposed to mean?" Darin looked up. "Unknown?" "Probably more than it would seem," Derek suggested. "Kevin did anyone ever...take a Q-tip or piece of cotton or gauze and wipe out the inside of your mouth?" Derek asked the boy gently. Once more Kevin shook his head, apparently not trusting his voice. "Some doctors from the lab came an took some blood outta my arm one time I remember...long time ago...I was maybe six or seven. I remember...scared the fuck outta me. I thought I was dying or something." "Cox Pharm don't mess around..." Derek said in dismay. "What are you talking abou...? A DNA test?" Darin suddenly realized. "They took blood from me and a lot of the older boys that were there too," Kevin recalled, seemingly glad to have something besides his mom to talk about. "I might have guessed," Derek rolled his eyes. "Huh?" Darin was as lost now as the others. "Look, Colton Cox wouldn't have listed Kevin's father as 'unknown' on his passport unless he'd pretty well eliminated all the possibilities...including himself," Derek reasoned. "When's your birthday, Kevin?" Darin asked. "March 3rd," Kevin replied. Darin turned his eyes up at the ceiling, thinking. "It fits..." "What do you mean?" Kevin asked, a surprising strength returning to his voice. "Hoooo god, where to begin?" Darin sighed. "Kevin, your father...is probably not...we think NOT your father..." Derek told the boy. He knew he was raising far more questions than he was answering. "Colton Cox is probably NOT your... 'biological' father," Derek chose his words carefully. "What's that mean?" Kevin asked. "He's not...it was not his sperm which made your mother pregnant," Derek went on. "I know what the fuck 'biological' means," Kevin shot back almost angrily. "If dad ain't my dad, then who IS?" Darin handed the boy his passport, opened to the page indicating parentage. "It says, 'unknown'." "I can fuckin' READ!" There was an angry edge to Kevin's voice this time. Derek and Darin had just taken from him his last remaining relative. His mother was probably dead and they'd, essentially "killed" his father as well. "It means Darin MIGHT be your father," Derek told the boy simply. "It DOES?" Darin reacted. "REALLY?" Kevin brightened. Darin reflected back a moment. "Yeah...really," he admitted softly "Kevin, from what you say, my guess is that Colton Cox went to some effort to try and identify your paternity; and, judging from this, failed," Derek's investigative reporter instincts serving him well. His gaze shifted to Darin. "Of course you, Zac, maybe one or two others WEREN'T tested (I'm assuming) so that narrows down the possibilities a good deal." "YOU fucked my MOM?" Kevin asked, staring up at Darin wide-eyed. Darin gazed down at the boy sympathetically, "yes, Kevin, I did...several times. I was just a boy, hardly much older than you are right now, twelve I think. Your mother was a couple years older. Your father and I were...close friends. We both fucked her...many times. "Wow," Kevin reacted softly. "I think you better tell him the whole story, he's going to find out eventually," Derek added. Darin grimaced, then slumped in resignation. "You see, Kevin, when I was about twelve, I was kidnapped by your...guys working for your grandfather and brought to Ecstasy Isle...not on that boat...not the one your mom was on, but...Anyway, I was...trained, I guess you'd say, to be a sort of sexual slave, so to speak..." "Like me?" Ronon butted in. Derek had the urge to slap him. The others chose to ignored him. "There were eight or ten other boys on the island plus your dad and mom and your grandparents," Darin continued. "We were all very...sexually active." "Day and night..." Kevin identified with them from his own sexual upbringing. "Something like that," Darin admitted. Anyway, after a while, your mother decided she wanted to MARRY your father and...Colt and I." "I knew mom and dad...mom and Colt were brother and sister," Kevin acknowledged. "You knew that?" Derek reacted in surprise. "Fuck yessss," Kevin eyed him disparagingly, "I ain't no dummy." "I can believe that," Darin smiled, appreciating the boy's sexual awareness, even at such a young age. "It was never any big secret," Kevin added. "We joked about it sometimes...you can divorce your wife but you can't divorce your sister..." The three of them smiled at the boy's attempt at levity at such a moment. "I didn't know about...about the...gettin' MARRIED thing though," Kevin admitted. "I'm not surprised," Darin smiled again, "It's not exactly socially acceptable for a girl to marry her brother not to mention his best friend at the same time." "Who performed the ceremony, some witch doctor?" Kevin joked. "Almost..." Darin had to laugh, "the king of Ecstasy, actually." "Your grandfather," Derek translated. "He considered himself the 'king' of the island." "He WAS, too, whatever he said..." Darin's voice trailed off as a cold chill ran down his spine. "The next day after the wedding...Zac helped me escape from the island," Darin went on. "I had to change my name; I dyed my hair; they got me papers...eventually a passport. I became Darin Romeo." "That when you grew the cute little moustache?" Kevin teased. "Yeah," Darin smiled, tosseling the little boy's mop of blond hair. "We're gonna have to get you a haircut before we lose your eyes forever." "I like you're being my dad," Kevin smiled up at the man who, at the moment, seemed more like his dad than his dad...than did Colton Cox. "Well, I'm NOT...officially...yet anyway..." Darin reminded the boy. "We're gonna have to arrange more DNA tests...you and Zac...Justin too perhaps?" Derek reasoned. "Do they have to poke me in the arm again and take my blood?" Kevin was suddenly alarmed. "No...now we just wipe your dirtly little mouth out with soap and..." Darin teased his "son." "It's as simple as a cotton swap, like at the dentist," Derek sought to ease the boy's mind. "THE DENTIST!" Kevin's mind wasn't eased, "I HATE dentists!" "It won't hurt," Derek promised. "Is that a promise, I hate dentists too," Darin sympathized with the boy. "You won't feel a thing," Derek laughed. "That means it's gonna hurt like hell," Ronon translated. "Can I go now?" Kevin asked after a moment as his smile slowly faded. "Of course, I'm sure you'd like to be alone now," Derek told the boy, seeing through his brave little facade. He needed time to cry...in private. "I want to be...alone with Ronon," Kevin took his older friend's hand and kissed it, then Kissed Ronon. Ronon tried to smile, then looked to Darin and Derek in dispair. It was obvious he was way out of his league. He'd never been with a boy who had just lost his mother...or discovered a new father. He had no idea what to say to Kevin, how to comfort him. "Of course," Darin agreed, standing, resting his hands on both boys naked shoulders as he walked them to the door of the salon leading to their cabin below. "More sex?" Derek wondered aloud once the boys had left. "No, I don't think so...well, maybe...who knows?" Darin shrugged, "I hardly remember being TWELVE, much less NINE." "Kevin is hard to read," Derek sighed standing, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window of the main salon. "He took that surprisingly well," Darin stood beside him, staring with him out at the horizon. "He's hurting though," Derek countered. "His whole world...his entire life has been torn apart." "You see the look on Ronon's face?" Darin tried not to laugh at such a time. "Just the two of them down there," Derek tried to imagine the scene but failed completely. "Sex is about all either one of them know," Darin shook his head, looking away, lost in his own thoughts and memories. "I'm sorry about Ronon's little wisecrack," Derek stared at the floor, recalling, "I coulda SMACKED him." "No you couldn't," Darin disagreed, "you love him too much...and besides, he was RIGHT. Ronon's as much a...a 'sex slave' as I was. My god, what have I done to that boy?" "There's a difference," Derek rested his hand on his friend's terry clad shoulder. "You were FORCED into it. Ronon is here because he...he LOVES it...loves sex so much, hell, the two of them are probably down there right now fuckin' their pubescent BALLS off." "Sorry about your mom," Ronon fell back on the only phrase of condolence that he could call to mind as he physically fell backward onto the bed he and Ronon occassionally shared when they were not otherwise occupied sexually. He was naked but for once, his cock wasn't hard. Its tiny three inches lay comfortably across his thin, nearly hairless groin. "Thanks," Kevin stood in the middle of the floor staring down at him. "You gonna cry?" Ronon asked softly. "I think so," Kevin told his best friend and lover. "Come here, lie down with me, we'll cry together," Ronon beckoned. Kevin laid down next to the naked young boy he loved. "I love you," he said at the exact same time Ronon said the exact same words. They laughed for a second then kissed. Kevin's face was wet. They held one another. Neither boy made a move sexually yet each boy enjoyed the comforting feel of one another's naked flesh against his own. It was Ronon who began to cry. "I love you sooo much..." "I wanna be with you forever," Kevin whispered between his own tears. He kissed Ronon's face, tasting their tears. The silence between the two young boys stretched into several minutes as each wallowed in grief and love. "Seems weird, Darin bein' my dad," Kevin finally said softly, his mind concentrating on having gained a parent, rather than losing one. "Darin's nice," Ronon kissed Kevin again, wiping the tears from the little boy's sweet face. "But...but we've like...fucked him...and sucked him...and...god, done all kind of other sex stuff with him...with my...my father." Kevin's mind struggled to align itself with his new reality. "Maybe he's NOT your dad..." Ronon reminded him that Darin's fatherhood was still no certainty. "Maybe Zac's your dad, or some other guy we don't even KNOW?" "He's my dad...I can feel it...I KNOW it," Kevin insisted. "I could sense something...sense it when we fucked and stuff...it was nothing like when I was...when Colt and I...did stuff together like that," Kevin tried to explain. "I hope you're right," Ronon smiled, hugging his naked little friend. "You still gonna...you know, do stuff...fuck him and stuff...suck his cock and stuff?" "If you love someone...you...you want to give them pleasure, make them feel good, right?" Kevin tried to explain as his fingers crept enticingly down over Ronon's slender, naked torso, tangling themselves in the older boy's sparse pubic hairs. He felt Ronon's cock harden along with his own. "Like now?" Ronon smiled, kissing Kevin's lips with something other than comforting condolences. Kevin kissed him back. "Like now."