Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 09:22:27 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 5 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. THE WORKING BOYS Chapter 5 It was mid-morning when Derek Chandler next opened his eyes. He didn't move. He had a headache. It was something like the worst hangover he could ever recall. Indeed, it was sort of a hangover. It was a sexual hangover, drug-induced, draining, exhausting, and excruciatingly pleasureable. As his consciousness gradually returned, he found himself sandwiched between two naked young boys. Devon lay on his left, sleeping soundly in the crook of his arm, the boy's left leg resting atop his own, clinging to him in his sweetly beautiful sleep. On his right, Dustin Dillon lay almost on top of him, the boy's hard, throbbing young cock still covered in slimey boy juices from their marathon bouts of sexual pleasure the night before. Marathon...that was a good word for it. Derek felt like he'd run a marathon. His cock ached from the workout he and the others had given it. He gazed down over his lightly muscled male body. He was almost surprised to see it wasn't hard. He'd been so use to seeing it hard the past few hours it looked kind of pathetic in its restful state. He dared not move, not just because of his head, but because doing so would surely disturb the restful slumber of the two naked little boys in his arms, and that would be a tragedy. The were simply too beautiful, too sweetly seductive to disturb and destroy the lingering sexual reverie he was now enjoying. Derek continued drinking in their naked sexual beauty. He looked down at the two delectable little boy-bodies clinging to him. He noticed his cock twitch. My god, he was getting hard again. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't still be horny, and the Duranol had long since worn off. Nevertheless, there was no denying it. He was once more getting hard, his powerful male appendage growing, arching up over his thin, lightly tufted groin, taking aim at his naval. He was going to have to do something about it. His cock had a mind of its own. He felt Dustin stir. Mostly, Derek felt the boy kind of grinding his own hardening cock against his hip, starting to feel sexual, even in his sleep. There was no mistaking it, Dustin was starting to fuck him. He wished there was something he could do to return the boy's naked sexual moves without the risk of waking him. Dustin opened his eyes and gazed up at him. "Wanna fuck?" Derek blinked in surprise. "What the fuck?" "Ya wanna fuck?" Dustin repeated, now punctuating his words with deliberate pelvic moves to press his point...and his cock against Derek's nakedness. "Sure, what the hell, it's been...two or three hours at least." Derek wasn't sure how many times the boys had awakened him last night with their persistent sexual demands. While Doug and Jadyn snored loudy on the floor, where they'd eventually ended up fucking each other, the two younger parties to their little orgy continued their pursuit of boyish sexual pleasure, taking advantage of Derek's heightened libido and thus his inability to resist their sexual moves. Derek had no idea how many times they'd made him cum...a half-dozen at least...or how many loads of Dustin's cum he'd consumed--far more than a half-dozen he guessed. The boy seemed to have an unlimited supply. He kissed the young boy firmly as Dustin deftly moved his talented boy-cock hard against Derek's thigh. "You hung over?" Dustin asked perceptively as his sexual moves became more deliberate. "Extremely..." Derek reported. "I'll go easy," Dustin promised. "So will I," Devon revealed he wasn't still asleep after all. "Good, cause I don't think I could move an inch without having a stroke of some sort," Derek moaned, uncertain he could manage even a passive role in their lovemaking. "I'll stroke you," Devon reached for Derek's cock even as he ground his own cock against Derek's naked hip. "Cute..." Derek sighed. "If I die, at least I'll go with a hardon." "Your cock sore?" Devon inquired as he delicately handled the soaring hard sexual plaything. "A little..." Derek admitted, realizing it only as Devon's talented fingers massaged it to full firmness. "I'll be careful," Devon sought to reassure him, even as he made the man's cock pulsate in his hand. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, that feels good, boys..." Derek moaned as the two sexual dynamos charged ahead. "Not hurtin' ya?" Devon asked solicitously. "Let me suck it, that'll make it feel good," Dustin pushed away Devon's hand and engulfed half to three-quarters of Derek's pleasure pole in a single gulp. "My god, he's deep-throating me!" Derek couldn't resist crying out. "Almost, but not quite," Dustin lifted his lips from Derek's cock...you're just a little too big, but...you like that, you like the feel when I swallow you?" "Dustin, baby, I like anything and everything you do to me...and my cock...suck it, boy, suck the fuck outta it, suck the cum outta it, suck me off, boy suck me off, suck me off, suck me off and make me cum, Dustin, I need it, I need to shoot my cum one more time before I leave," Derek moaned as the pleasure in his heaving groin swelled deliciously. "Leave!" Devon cried in dismay as he took to kissing Derek's nipples, then moved up to his neck, chin, and lips. "I have a job to do...a story to write...not that anyone's going to believe it but..." Derek realized. "Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh fuck, Dustin, ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccckk, feels good, feels good, feels gooooood, Dustin, suckin' me, suckin' me, boy, suckin' my cock, suckin' me sooo hard, soooo good, ohhehhghehghh fucccckkkk, get ready it won't be long..." "He's really good, ain't he?" Devon admired the older boy's cocksucking prowess. He knew it all too well from personal experience. There was nothing he liked better than to get in a wild sixty-nine with his best friend and drink down a load of thick, white boy-cum. "Ohhhhh fuck, he's gettin' me close," Derek moaned as he flexed his hips involuntarily, driving his cock up into Dustin's sucking lips. "Ohhhhh fuck, Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk, ohhhhhhhhhhh fffuuuuccccckkkkk..." "Do it to him, do it to him, Dustin, make him fuckin' cum, man, suck his cock, suck him off, make him shoot his cum really fuckin' hard, man, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhh..." Devon seemed to be enjoying the man's sexual pleasure as much as Derek. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can feel it, cummin' on, gettin' stronger, gettin' me close, yeah, yeah, ohhhh yeah, Dustin, suck me, boy, suck me off, boy, suck me off, suck me off, succcckkkk meeeee....offfff...OFFFFFFFF...OFFFFFFFFF....AOEHGIEOAIHEORIH GOD, DUSTIN, DUSTIN, DUSTIN, MAKIN' ME CUM, DUSTIN, MAKIN' ME FUCKIN' CUM, DUSTIN, OHHHHH FUCCCCKKKK, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, OHHHHHH FUCCCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, WHAT YOU BOYS ARE DOING TO ME, KISSING ME, SUCKING ME, MAKIN' ME CUMMMMMM...CUMMMMMM....CUMMMMMM...!!!" "LOOK! DUSTIN' IS SHOOTIN' OFF TOOOOOOO...." Devon exclaimed, pointing at the twelve-year-old's spurting boy-cock, jetting out his watery white cum with surprising force, thoroughly coating Derek's trembling right thigh. "OHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES, DUSTIN, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, HARD, HARD, DO IT HARD, BOY, SHOOT IT REALLY HARD, MAN, FEEL IT, FEEL THE FEELING, FEEL THE PLEASURE, BOY, YEAH, YEAH, DO IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, DUSTIN...OHHH FUCK, I LOVE SHOOTIN' MY CUM WITH YOU BOYS, FEELING YOU FEELING THE SAME FEELINGS DEEP DOWN INSIDE YOUR BEAUTIFUL, NAKED LITTLE BOY-BODIES AS I'M FEELING NOW...AEIGHOEIAHEORIHEOHGOH GOD, NOW...NOW, NOW OOHEIHGIEOHI FUCK, DUSTIN, I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT ONE, OHEHHGHE FUUUUUUUUCCCK, THAT FELT GOOD...REALLY FUCKIN' GOOOOOODDDD!" Derek moaned in sexual ecstasy as his orgasm began to fade, his naked body coming down from the testosterone high Dustin had so eagerly given him. "OHHHH FUCK, I'M FEELING IT TOO, I'M GONNA CUM TOO," Devon suddenly cried out as Derek watched the little boy's cock start throbbing and pulsating against him. "OH YEAH, YEAH, DO IT, LITTLE BOY, DO IT, DO IT, FEEL IT, FEEL IT, FEEL THE FEELING, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS, ENJOY IT, FEEL HOW GOOD YOUR COCK IS MAKIN' YOU FEEL, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHH, DEVON, YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S IT, BOY, JUST FUCK THE HELL OUT OF THAT BIG, HARD, FUCKIN' COCK OF YOURS," Derek did what he could to heighten the slender little boy's surging sexual pleasure. "WHEW, THAT WAS...AWESOME...MAN, I NEEDED THAT," Dustin moaned as he finally lifted his lips from Derek's cum-slickened man-cock. "I needed it too," Derek sighed, "I just didn't realize how BAD I needed it." "I needed it pretty bad too," Devon chimed in with his little boy voice. Derek smiled down at him. "Yes, I'm sure you did." He hugged the naked young child in his arms, kissing his forehead, savoring the flesh-to-flesh contact and decadent cum-covered warm nakedness of the two. "Just don't ask for an encore, I'm sure I couldn't take another round." "Wanna bet!" Devon chided him. "Not with you I wouldn't," Derek complimented the boy seductive charms in a backhanded sort of way. "We better drag our pathetic naked bodies downstairs and get some breakfast before they close the buffet," Dustin suggested, ungluing himself from Derek's naked flesh. "You're not going to shower first?" Derek asked in surprise. "Sure, if you aren't afraid we'd make you cum again," Dustin volunteered. "Please, I like cum as well as the next pervert but not for breakfast," Derek sighed as he sat up on the edge of the bed, testing his head for fractures. "We'll all shower together!" Devon cried, jumping from bed with an agility that made Derek's head hurt. The naked little scamp beat them all to the roomy shower area and had the stinging spray adjusted before Derek left the bed. "Want me to give you a hand?" Dustin asked, offering to assist the old man toward the shower. He wasn't being sarcastic, he knew from experience what Duranol could do to the head of those not used to it. Several times a week he serviced clients enjoying the drug for the very first time. Most were worse off than Derek. Some he literally had to help stagger to the shower where, ironically, they kept wanting to fuck his ass yet again--once more for the road, so to speak. Most of them weren't anywhere near up to it, but not for a lack of trying. "No...no, no, I'm...I'm okay...I think...ohhhh god, my head..." Derek moaned, nonetheless supporting himself on his own two shakey legs. It had been years since he'd had such a hangover. It would be years more, he swore, before he ever had another one too. "Come on, old man, come on in, the water's fine!" Devon taunted Derek. "Devon, shut the fuck up!" Dustin told his friend sharply. "Can't you fuckin' see the man's in a bad way...really hurtin'..." "Sorry..." Devon forced a smile, soaping his lithe, lean, slender, little-boy nakedness. Despite his dry orgasm just minutes before, his eleven-year-old cocklet was once more hard and throbbing up from his thin, hairless groin. Despite his nagging pain, Derek found the little boy tempting, wishing he had the sexual stamina to go down on the kid's hard young cock again. The shower felt good. It didn't cure hangovers, but it mitigated his somewhat, making it somewhat bearable. He lingered. The boys were hungry and scampered off nakedly down to breakfast. Derek dreaded the morning. It had to be well after nine. He was late for work. He was hungry. And, to his great surprise, HE WAS HORNY! Derek turned off the three jets of water he and the boys had shared. My god, their water bill must be horrendous, he thought. He started looking about for his clothes as he dried off, then recalled they were probably downstairs in Dustin's...boudoir, his sexual pleasure pit where he'd doffed them more than twelve hours ago...fuuuck, more than fifteen hours ago...fifteen fuckin' hours of nearly non-stop sex. No wonder his head hurt...BOTH of them. Gingerly, Derek made his way down the steps. When he staggered (almost) into the dining room they all started to laugh. He looked about, then looked down. My god, his cock was hard again! "Sorry, we shouldn't laugh, but...man...what a man..." Jadyn suppresed her own laughter, if not that of the boys. "That's more than the Duranol working, you must be one hell of a STUD!" Derek was embarrassed. He settled into a seat at the table, then realized that the glass top did nothing to conceal his thoroughly arroused state. "Quick Devon, get under the table, help the man out," Dustin joked. Devon slipped from his seat, deserting his Cheerios, and ducked under the table. "Devon...I WAS KIDDING!" Dustin cried out laughing. Devon was nothing if not unpredictable. Only Derek pressing his hardened cock between his thighs kept Devon from going down on it. "Thanks..." Derek sighed. Jadyn set before him a sizable plate of ham and eggs, whole wheat toast with margarine and honey, and a very much needed mug of very black coffee. It was hot but Derek relished it, nursing it, burning his lips and tongue a time or two but getting it down. The ham and eggs were good too, but nothing to compare to the coffee, or the second cup...or the third...black and strong. The boys settled into their own feast silently, having sympanthy for their elderly guest. "How old are you?" Devon asked, causing Derek to feel ancient. "Older than you, younger than I feel right now," Derek's way with words having survived the sexual onslaught. "I'm eleven," Devon told him. "Don't remind me," Derek sighed, trying not to picture his face on an FBI wanted poster. "You still wanna meet Ronon?" Devon asked brightly. "Who's...Ronon...oh yes...Ronon, the...." Derek's head throbbed. "nine year old sex toy..." "ten..." Devon corrected. "Ten," Derek repeated painfully. "Right, how could I forget?" "You want me to take you to him?" "NOW?" Derek's head nearly tumbled from his shoulder and rolled across the floor. "This is Saturday, there's no school today," Dustin added. "Saturday..." Derek struggled to wrap his sex-sotted mind around that fact. "His mom's coming over to get fucked this afternoon," Devon explained. "I figure he'll be with her for his next fucking lesson." "Fucking lesson..." Derek repeated mindlessly. "Yeah, my cock's small enough to fuck him...he loved me fuckin' him," Devon explained brightly. "I'm sure he...does..." Derek's mind simply wouldn't accomodate such words from an eleven-year-old. "I'll introduce ya...maybe you'd like to play with a really little boy...a really HORNY little boy," Devon offered. "Saturday...SATURDAY..." Derek's mind was still several minutes behind that of his beautiful young breakfast companions. It was Saturday...he didn't work Saturdays, he didn't have to go in on Saturdays. He had the day off too. "Sure, why not?" He said the words but his mind didn't comprehend them. His cock was talking. "COOL!" Devon cried excitedly. "You're gonna love Ronon!" "You'll probably fall IN love with him," Dustin smiled. The man had no idea what he was letting himself in for. He'd played around a few times naked with Ronon over at Devon's and even he, the consumate professional pleasure boy, found it hard not to fall in love with cute little Ronon. "I'll...I'll watch myself..." Derek finished his second cup of coffee. "Thanks for the warning." Derek drove Devon home. Devon's place wasn't nearly as sumptuous or spacious as Dustin's. It was actually a little MORE remote though, situated about a quarter mile from the nearest beach house, around a curve in the coastline, behind some really gigantic boulders that had, centuries before, found a resting place along the exquisitely deserted stretch of white sand beach. Still, the place, though small, had its charm. Backed up against yet another massive boulder, the two-story concrete, glass, and steel structure was barely three or four feet above high tide. "You must get some pretty rough storms this close to the water," Derek observed as he caught first sight of the place. The house sat less than fifty feet from the sea. "You'd think so, to look at it," Devon admitted, "but the place is relatively sheltered, the rocks out there, they form a kind of natural breakwater. Besides, the ground floor, you'll see, is pretty waterproof. Mostly we do our fucking on the upper level." On the reinforced concrete deck in front was a modest size pool and spa. "Sexual architecture, huh?" It wasn't a question, more of a comment. "Your dad here?" Derek asked as they mounted the steps to the pool deck. "DAaaaad?" Devon called out as they went inside. "No, guess not." "What are you doing?" Derek asked in dismay as Devon started ridding himself of his clothes. "What the fuck it look like, getting naked," Devon told him by the time he got that way. "Feel free to join me if you like." "I think not...not very professional of me," Derek demured as he gazed around him at the rather minimal decor and openly gay artwork gracing what few walls weren't, in fact, glass. The ocean seemed to literally invade the place. Derek still couldn't help wondering just how often it actually DID. "Suit yourself," Devon shrugged as he obscenely stroked his immodest young boy-cock to rigidity. "You always greet guest stark naked?" Derek asked, peering out, wondering when Ronon and his mother might show up. "Hey, look, I got a paying client coming over here to get fucked, you see any good reason I shouldn't be buck naked, rock hard, stupidly horny, and fuckin' ready to go?" the eleven-year-old questioned. "Stupidly horny?" Derek had never heard those words used together. "Man, I'm so fuckin' horny right now I could fuck YOU even with all your clothes on...if you could afford me, that is," Devon told him, plainly not joking. "Ahhhh...there they are," Derek spotted a woman in a bikini and what appeared to be a very young boy rounding one of the boulders and approaching the house. "Look, her cunt's drippin', leaving a trail in the sand..." Devon joked obscenely. "She's taking off her top...nice set of tits...more saline?" Derek watched the couple come nearer. "Nope, I don't think so, she's still in her twenties, no need for that," Devon smiled, rubbing his cock in anticipation. "He IS cute," Derek commented, now able to see Ronon clearly. "Not just cute, hot FUCKIN' obscenely cute," Devon smiled leacherously as the boy and his mother mounted the steps to the concrete deck. "DEVON!" The woman greeted him as Devon rushed like a child into her arms, burying his face in her ample breasts, then immediately started untying the strings to her bikini bottom. "You didn't tell me we were having a three-way," she smiled up at Derek, mentally undressing him, "does he cost extra?" "Doreen, this is Derek. Derek, Doreen and Ronon." Devon introduced them. "Nice to meet you sir," Ronon stepped forward, extending his tiny hand melting Derek with his sweetly boyish voice and impish, sexy smile. Derek shook hands with the boy who, though he might be ten, looked more like eight or nine. Unlike his mother, he was quite modestly clad in blue jeans and a pink tank top with flip-flops on his tiny feet. His jeans were, however about three sizes too small for his nonetheless quite slender little boy-body. With his mop of light brown hair, he could easily pass for a girl of his age. Up close the boy was easily the most exquisitely beautiful child Derek had ever seen. "Derek is a friend of mine, a writer, doing a story on boy-sex on the beach," Devon explained, being very much up-front with Derek's purpose and presence. "He'd like to interview Ronon while we fuck, if that's okay with you." "I'd like to talk with YOU some too, after you..." Derek began, unable to take his eyes of the sweet loveliness of the woman's beautiful young son. "Finish fucking, Devon, sure, why not...maybe you and I might...you know..." Doreen flirted outrageously, now completely naked thanks to Devon's nimble fingers. "You gay?" Ronon asked as he too visually sized up his friend's friend. "Ronon, don't be so fuckin' personal, you just met the man," Doreen scolded her young son. "That's okay...yes, Ronon, I am, but let me assure you Mrs...." Derek realized he didn't know her last name. "Parker," Doreen filled in the blanks, but don't use my real name. "Pretty hard since that AIN'T your real name," Devon laughed, hugging her, teasing her nipples with his teeth while his fingers probed her cunt. "I was just going to say, I merely want to talk with your son, I don't wish to...touch him in any way," Derek finished his original thought. "Hell, touch away if you like, won't be the first time a man's played with his naked little boy-body," Doreen gave permission as Devon led her into the next room, closing the double doors behind them, leaving Derek alone with the young boy.