Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 01:36:56 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 3 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with "The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, but there are also quite a number of new characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment. Once more, this story 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 as you read 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 one or two 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: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM CHAPTER THREE The door to the sparkling white Dassault Falcon 50 opened, slowly descending downward to within a few inches of the tarmac. Bristol Island's five-thousand-foot runway had never hosted such a large private aircraft before. Both Dr. Mike Warren, director of the Cox-Bristol Research Center, and Scott Tinker, the man in charge of EcstasyInc's TinkerToy Academy, waited at the bottom of the steps for the plane's owner to appear. "He's getting naked," Tink guessed, winking suggestively at his naked friend. "He gotta go through the customs farce at the terminal?" Mike Warren asked anxiously. "I think Terry would like to meet him," Tink suggested. "You ever met him before?" "Once, for about half a minute back on Ecstasy," Mike recalled. "It's been a year or two." "What was your first impression?" "I wouldn't kick him outta bed for eating sushi," Mike smothered a smile. "What's he coming here for?" Tink questioned. "Who knows, but I've got a hunch," Mike gazed about, getting a bit warm in the hot, humid sun. "Oh?" "I think our Project Peter Pan may not be as secret was we think," Mike suggested. "Ohhhhh my goddddd, he's buffed up," Tink gasped as the 20-year-old pop singer emerged from the plane and started down the steps. He wore nothing but a smile, a hard, upthrust, eight-inch cock, and flipflops to protect his feet from the hot pavement. "Justin...Justin, Welcome to Bristol Island!" Mike gushed as he reached for Justin Bierber's outstretched hand, then pulled the incredibly attractive man-boy into his arms, hugging, then kissing him on the cheek. "Justin, I don't know if you remember Scott Tinker from Ecstasy..." "Of course, who the hell you think I flew all this way to fuck, YOU?" The Bieb joked as he similarly embraced Tink, grinding their cocks together for more than a few seconds. "Well, I was wondering about that but..." Mike laughed. "This way, let's get in out of this heat and get the customs shit outta the way." "Actually, I came all this way to fuck his wife, but don't tell him that," Justin murmurred in a stage whisper to Mike. "She's looking forward to it," Tink laughed, taking a small bag handed him by the co-pilot of the plane. "Don't loose that, it's got my porn collection in it," Justin joked as they made their way toward the terminal. "Kind of like bringing coals to Newcastle, isn't it?" Mike Joked. "Or whores to Hollywood?" "This place is a little...bleak...as compared to Ecstasy," Justin observed, ignoring Mike's attempt at humor. "Well, we have lots of the same kids here but this is more of a staging area, a traininig accademy for naked young boys rather than a resort like Ecstasy. "I've been backstage before," Justin quipped. "The car over there will take your crew to our hotel for the duration of your visit," Mike noted, becomming a little ill at ease being with such a highly charged sex idol. "I've made arrangments for you to be my guest and..." "You got any naked little boys at your place?" Justin demanded. "Two...one twelve, one thirteen," Mike assured him as they entered the coolness of the terminal to confront the official Bristol Island customs inspector. "This is our air-traffic controller, Terry, also our customs inspector," Mike introduced Justin. "You have anything to declare, sir?" Terry asked, so nervous in seeing Justin's gorgeous naked manhood he all but ignored the carry-on Tink sat in front of him. "I'd like to declare I'd like to fuck you before I leave?" Justin joked. "Terry is the father of one of the boys at my place," Mike explained. "His son's name is Tony." "The other boy, the younger one, Kenny, is my nephew...my brother's boy," Terry told him, finally managing to collect himself sufficiently to peer inside the zippered bag. There was little beside toiletries and a notebook computer inside. "The boys have really been looking forward to meeting you," He added. "Mike, why don't we invite the fathers over tonight for a little...get acquainted...session?" Justin suggested. "Tink, you and Toy and...I hear my old fuck-buddies Ronon and his horny little husband are here on the island now too..." Tink eyed Mike anxiously, unsure what might be the reaction of the Cox-Bristol administrator to Justin's "suggestion." Mike's forced smile became a bit more forced but he readily agreed. "Of course, of course... We'll have a Carribean luau," Mike gushed, giving Tink a pained look." "I think I can free up the boys for a few hours," Tink unsuccessfully tried to subdue a smile as he observed Mike's dismay. Ronon and Kevin were not among the good doctor's favorite island personalities. During the entire year the boys had been on the island, Tink had managed to keep them out of sight and out of mind insofar as Mike was concerned. "Your passport?" Terry inquired. "In the bag," Justin nodded impatiently. Terry dug it out and dutifully stamped it. "All seems to be in order, Mr. Bieber. I'm looking forward to...fucking you tonight at the party." "Nice meeting you," Justine smiled, shaking Terry's hand. "And...nice cock." "You're bigger than I expected," Terry observed. "I've been working out," Justin reacted, flexing his impressive abs and pecs. "Mmmmm...yes, that too," Terry joked, unable to take his eyes off Justin's huge, hard cock. "The limo is waiting just outside," Dr. Warren gestured for Justin to accompany them. "Have fun with my kid...and Kenny too," Terry called after them. "Ahhhhhh, this feeels better," Justin sighed as the three of them climbed into the island's only limo. "Hot pink?" "There wasn't time to repaint it purple," Tink joked. "It's sort of the national color of the Land of Ecstasy." "Hot pink and cum white, that it?" Justin joked as he observed the interior. "We try to keep all the cum wiped down," Tink smiled. Justin had changed, grown an inch or two taller since Tink had last seen him and buffed up considerably, but he still sensed the young man was still just a horny teenager at heart. "There's D-3s there in the console, in case you'd like to prepare yourself." "I hear you guys eat'em like candy here," Justin took one and popped it into his mouth, downing it without water. "Whooooee, I feel hornier already." "Save it for the boys," Mike advised, "with these two, you're gonna need all the help you can get." "By the way, there are a couple special boys I think you have here. I'd like to meet them, if you don't mind," Justin revealed. "Ohhh?" Mike reacted, preparing himself for the actual reason the young Bieber had made a special flight detour despite his busy performing schedule. "I think they may be brothers...the Adonis boys?" Justin asked, eyeing both Mike and Tink for their reactions. "The Adonis boys...? Mike repeated, obviously buying himself a moment to collect his thoughts. "I think their names are Titan and...what was the other one, I forget...Emerald, maybe...some precious stone..." "I think you mean Diamond," Tink corrected. Mike eyed Tink disapprovingly but said nothing, the man having confirmed what Mike sensed was a thinly disguised, probing question. "Yeah, that's it, Diamond, Titan and Diamond," Justin's face lit up. "I've been told they're really quite...special?" "I'll...I'll see what..." Mike hesitated. "I'll see if they're available." He knew all too well they were available. The question was, whether he would MAKE his two top-secret prototype Adonises available, even to someone as wealthy and powerful as Justin Bieber, remained the question in his own mind. "Tell me, Justin, how'd you come to hear about the boys?" Tink dared to ask what Mike was aching to know. "Word of mouth," Justin replied, his tone telling both his hosts not to probe further. "Gees, this your place?" Justin abruptly changed the subject as the limo pulled up before the densely foliated, jungle-like residence of the island's kingpin director. "It's lovely...I'm...I can't wait to see the loveliness inside, too. OOOohhhhhh fuck, is that them?" "In the beautiful, naked flesh," Mike beamed proudly as they got out of the limo. "This is Tony, and his little cousin, Kenny, and by the looks on their faces and the size of their cocks, I'd say they're happy to see you. Boys, try not to drool. Tony, Kenny...this is Justin Bieber." The ice now broken, both boys rushed forward as Justin mounted the steps to the deck. They hugged him wildly, pressing their naked little boy-bodies to his, practically making love to the pop idol even before he got in the front door. "Aren't you coming in?" Justin asked, turning and observing Tink still in the car. "No, the driver is going to run me up to the farm, I've got some arrangements to make if we're all gonna have a orgy tonight." "The farm?" Justin questioned even as his two, naked little boys continued to sexually assault him. "It's where we raise the chickens and their cocks," Tink laughed. "Mike, what shall I tell the Adonises?" he asked, rolling down the glass as he closed the limo door. "I'll...err...uhhh...see to them," Mike replied, a somewhat desperate look on his face. Then, turning back to the house, seeing Hanson just inside with the boys somewhat under control, he returned to his duties as host. "Bieb, this is my executive assistant...Hanson." "I hope the boys haven't given you an orgasm already," Hanson joked as he reached for Justin's hand, then abruptly grabbed the singer's long, hard cock instead, shaking it. "Ohhhhh, that the national handshake here in the Land of Ecstasy now?" He gripped Hanson's impressive sexual appendage and returned the greeting. "If it's not, it SHOULD be." "If you'd like to...freshen up, your suite is this way," Hanson directed. "That means I gotta piss like racin' rush horse...errr...Russian race horse..." Justin teased the boys. "Ya wanna come watch the Bieb take a piss?" "Then can we have sex?" Kenny asked innocently as he and his cousin followed Justin to the bathroom. "If I can wait that long," Justin joked as he found the commode and let go a strong, steady stream, joined first by Tony and then by Kenny. "This is fun, I've never pissed around with a rock star," Tony joked. "Cute," Justin laughed as he finished, his cock still every bit as hard as before. He stepped to the sink nearby and washed his hands, then his cock. "There, you two get washed up then lets go make some cum together...you old enough to shoot your cum, little guy?" "Not yet," Kenny admitted. "Any day now, though." "I can shoot...I can shoot LOTS of cum," Tony followed Justin's sanitation routine, then trouped along after him toward the bed. "You wanna suck me? You wanna taste my cum?" Justin fell backward over the edge of the bed, welcoming the two boys into his arms as they smothered him in kisses from head to cock. "I'd love to suck you both but my mouth's not that big...despite what you read in the tabloids." "Boys...boys, easy, easy...make love to the man, don't KILL him with kindness," Mike ordered the boys as he and Hanson observed. "Hey, guys, don't just stand there with your hardons and watch, get in on the action," Justin invited, though the king-size bed, large as it was, seemed hardly big enough for three men and two horny young boys. "Come on, help me out here, these two little fuckers are about to...ohahhahehhrh fuccckkkkk....mmmmmmmmm...." Justin's words were drowned by the ravishing kisses of the two young boys. Hanson and Mike laid down, stretching out on either side of Justin and the two horny little boys who were feverishly attacking Justin's naked body, kissing, stroking, and sexually arousing every square inch of his slender, muscular flesh. Neither man became involved except to add their own bit of erotic stroking to the orgiastic groping toward surging sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuccckkk, you two...god, you're insatiable, ohhhh yeah, ohhhhh fuck, suck that cock, kid, ohhhh fuccck, where the hell did you learn to suck a cock like that...ahahhhahhah god, only on Ecstasy...or here, would two young boys like you get my balls churnin' like this, ohhhhahh mmmmammaahhhahhhhhhhh...ohhahheh god, love your cock, kid...Kenny is it? Ohhh yeah, yeah, mmmmmmmm yeah, feed it to me boy, mmmoooamammmmmgmgmgmmmmm yeahhh...ahghehaherhhhhmmmmm...!" "Ohahahhhyeah, suck me, suck me, suck my cock, Mr. Bieber, suck me, man, suck me, suck me, suck me off, make me cum, ohhh yeah, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, ooeoahehherhh fuck, makin' me feel good, makin' my cock feel good, aogheoaiehr god, man, you suck gooooood....you succcckkkk really gooood...mmmmm...aghehaagheahhehrh yeahhhh," Kenny moaned as he almost viciously face-fucked Justin Bieber as if his life depended on it. "Didn't I tell you these two would drive you bananas?" Hanson laughed as he urged on Tony's slender little boy-body. "Yeah, and pineapples and oranges and cumquats too," Justin joked as he once more sucked down on Kenny's burgeoning, thrusting, boyhood, making the boy cry out in sexual pleasure. "Do it, Tony, suck his cock, suck him off, make him cum, yeah, do it to him, Tony, suck that fucker, suck it like you suck mine, boy, yeah, that's it, that's it, yeahhhh," Hanson softly urged the older of the two boys as he drove Justin closer and closer toward a blissful orgasmic ecstasy. "Let's do it, let's cum, let's cum, let's all cum, hhahhahh oaooehhhaehrhh fuck, feels good, aghehahehr yeah, yeah, suck my cock, suck my cock, suck me off, doin' it to me, man, suckin' me, suckin' me, suckin' me off, gonna fuckin' suck me off, Justin, ohahghehhahe god, soooo good, feels sooo good, what you're doin' to me, what you're doin' to my cock, oaohgheh fuck, ohahhahhahahhahhah fuccccckkkkk...gonna make me cummmmmm...gonna make me cum, Justin, I'm gonna...I'm gonna do it, gettin' me there, here...here it cums...here it...CUMMMMMMSSSS...AIIEIAHEROAIHGHE CUMMMMMS..GHEAOIERHOIHOIH FUCCK, SUCKIN' IT, SUCKIN' IT, SUCKIN' ME OFF MAN, OHHHAHH FUCK YOU SUCK GOOD, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BOY SCREAM OUT...AHGHHAHH YEAH, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SUCK ME OFF, GHHAOEIRHOAIH GOD, THE FEELING, FEELS...FEEELLLSSS....AHGAHEHRIIAIEROHOHHHHHhhhhhhh!!" "Ohhhh fuck, kid, you didn't cum but you sure as hell gave it a run for the money, boy, yeah, nice orgasm. I love to give little boys like you a really hard orgasm like that," Justin told Kenny as he reluctantly let the boy's still-hard cocklet slip from his lips. "Ohhhh man, your brother is really..." "Cousin," Kenny corrected. "Cousin...right...your cousin is really doin' a number on my cock, man, ohhahhhah yeah, kid suck that fucker, suck that fucker, man, suck it off, yeah, ohhhh man, not too many people can handle a cock like mine but..." Justin congratulated Tony on his cocksucking expertise. "We teach'em well here," Hanson told Justin. "And these two are under my personal instruction." "Lucky you," Justin remarked, seeming somewhat put off by Hanson's bragging. "You're getting him close, Tony, finish him off, finish him off, give him the biggest, hardest, longest orgasm you know how!" Hanson urged. "Get ready, Bieb, this is going to be one to write home about," Mike warned the heaving, thrusting, gyrating young pop star. "Oh yeah....ohhhhhh yeahhhhh...ohhhhhhh fuckin' YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHH GOD, YEAHHHHH, DOIN' IT TO ME, KID, DOIN' IT TO ME, I'M CUMMING, OHHAHHH FUCK YEAH, OHHAHHAHH GOD, OHAHHAH FUCCCKKKK, MAKIN' ME CUM, BOY, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, AHGHAHHEH FUCK, HOPE YOU LIKE CUM, KID, CAUSE I GOT A TON OF CUM JUST WAITIING FOR THE RIGHT, CUTE LITTLE BOY LIKE YOU TO SUCK IT OUTTA ME," Justin moaned as he frantically orgasmed all over the place, pumping as much of his cum OUTSIDE Tony's sucking lips as between them. "DO IT, JUSTIN, DO IT, GIVE HIM YOUR CUM, GIVE HIM EVERY DROP, HE LOVES IT, HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT," Mike urged his naked bed guest. "OHHHAHHHAH GOD, HE'S HOT TO NIGHT, HANSON, JUST LOOK AT HIM GO, LOOK AT HIM SUCKIN' THAT HUGE, HARD COCK LIKE THAT, OHHHHH FUCCCCKKK...DRAIN HIM DRY, BOY, SUCK THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA HIS BALLS AND DRAIN HIM FUCKIN' DRY!" "oHHHHhhhhhhh HHHHHHHHHHOOOHHHHHHHH GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING HE'S GIVIN' ME, DEEP DOWN IN MY FUCKIN' BALLS, AHHHH FUCK, MY COCK FEELS LIKE...LIKE...OOAHEHHAHHE GOD, THIS IS FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE, OGHHAHEHRH YEAH, BOY, DO IT TO ME, KEEP DOIIN' TI TO ME, BOY, MORE, MORE, OGHHAHEHH FUCK YEAH, MORE, KEEP SUCKIN',KEEP SUCKIN, KEEPSUCKIN', KEEPSUCKIN' ME...AOGHEHAHE FUCK SOOOOO FUCKIN'GOOOD, SOOOOO FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL...." Justin babbled endlessly as Tony just kept sucking him, devouring every drop, insatiable in his hunger for Justin's brand of cum. "ENOUGH!! UNCLE!! GRANDPA JOE AND HIS AUNT MARY! UNCLE, UNCLE, THAT'S ENOUGH, I CAN'T HANDLE ANY MORE!" Justin suddenly cried out, pushing Tony away from his cock. "You sure, I got more suck left in me," Tony told him. "But you just sucked me dry, boy, what am I gonna do tonight at the big fuckin' ORGY!" Justin sighed tiredly, "so many naked young boys, so little cum to give'em." Dr. Warren laughed, "Don't worry, Bieb, Cox Pharm has a pill for that."