Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 18:54:59 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 33 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," 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 "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "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 THIRTY-THREE "Do you, Marco Mario Raphaello take this girl, Beatrice Bunny Bristol to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Darin Romeo had flown in from Ecstasy to lead the wealthy heirs in taking their vows. "I do," Marco intoned. "And do you promise to love honor, cherish, and fuck her, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Darin continued. Marco's head snapped up at the surprise mention of sexual activity, smiling, then nodding. "I do...I sure do." Then turning to Bunny he asked. "Do you Beatrice Bunny Bristol take this boy, Marco Mario Raphaello to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "Yes," Bunny acknowledge. Her brother, Buddy, standing in as the best man nudged her with his elbow, whispering "Say, 'I do'." "I do," Bunny repeated, frowning down at her little brother. The gentle breeze coming in from the sea lightly mussed her hair. She brushed it back, trying not to squint from the dull sun. Reclining on blankets spread out on the grass by the beach, more than one hundred guests watched the naked couple, unsure what to expect. "And do you promise to love honor, cherish, and fuck him, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Darin continued. "I do," Bunny repeated a second time. "Then by the power vested in me by the Governor General of the Land of Ecstasy, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Darin told them. "You may kiss each other now." They did, long and hard, but that was all the did. There was light applause from the crowd but a sense that they were expecting more. "Who's the Governor General of the Land of Ecstasy?" Ronon Parker whispered to Kevin. Kevin shrugged. "Never heard of him...Jim Loin, maybe?" Kevin Cox whispered back. Then Darin turned to the second naked couple waiting patiently before him, taking a deep breath, very much unsure what to expect next. He read from a slip of paper given him just moments before. "And do you, Brandon Boyd Bristol, take this boy, Sylvester...Aristotle? You kidding me? Sylvester Aristotle?" Silly nodded, a goofy grin on his cute face. "...Sylvester Aristotle Saunders," Darin continued, "to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do," Buddy took his own advice in replying." "And do you promise to love honor, cherish, and fuck him as often as you can, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Darin continued, barely suppressing a goofy grin of his own. "I'll try...I mean...I do," Buddy stumbled a little. "And do you, Mr. Sylvester Aristotle Saunders..." Darin paused, shaking his head, smiling, "...take this boy, Brandon Buddy Bristol to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "Oh Yeah...sorry...I do," Silly replied almost gleefully, his cock growing harder by the secoond. "And do you, Sylvester, promise to love honor, cherish, and fuck the hell outta Buddy morning, noon, and night, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Darin continued, varying the vows as he deemed appropriate, given the situation." "Yep...err...I do," Silly confirmed. Darin rolled his eyes in amusement. "Then, by the power vested in me by..." "Hey, you forgot the part about the rings!" Buddy reminded him. "You have rings?" Darin reacted in surprise, having been informed the Marco and Bunny did NOT. "Of course," Silly said, as he and Buddy held out their sweaty palms to reveal. "Hokaayyy..." Darin sighed smiling. "You may exchange rings." From the crowd, there was a soft titter of laughter, growing into gales as both boys delicately slipped silver rings over one another's hardening young boy-cocks. "With these rings I thee wed," the two boys said, then kissed one another. "Riiiigghhhhhttt..." Darin tried, but failed to suppress his own amusement. "Anything else I don't know about?" Both boys shook their heads, no. "Very well, as I said before, by the power vested in me by the Governor General of the Land of Ecstasy, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom," Darin finished his end of the ceremony. "Uhhh...we already DID that," Buddy reminded him. "You sure those things are gonna stay on?" Darin asked as he surveyed the two boys and their cockrings. "What if you...you know...get...soft?" "What?" Buddy looked at him in dead seriousness. "That's what Duranol is for." "Right, we've practically grown up on the stuff," Silly added, then knelt before Buddy in the sand and sucked in his new husband's cock. "LET THE ORGY BEGIN!" Donatello Raphello shouted from the edge of the action as he passed out tiny packets of what everyone assumed was Duralon. It was't. ------------------------------ "I'm dead meat, right?" Hanson shook his head sadly as he sat in the Cox-Bristol associates' cafe. Dr. Mike Warren sat down at the same table. "What makes you say that?" "I've survived too long on gut feelings..." Hanson sighed as he sipped a latte. "I wouldn't know about that," Mike tried to avoid being the bearer of bad news. "Leminol?" Hanson needed to know just how DEEP the shit he was in might be. "You almost killed that kid in there," Dr. Warren said bluntly, coming around to the inevitability of the conversation. "They said it was safe," Hanson murmurred softly. "I'm no doctor." "And so you reversed a decision MADE by a doctor," Mike replied softly, deliberately trying to keep the confrontation low-keyed. "They said you didn't know all the facts," tried defending himself, though in fact, his heart wasn't in it. "They were right about that, it's MUCH worse than I'd ever dreamed," Mike admitted. "But it only effected late-model Adonises with TPUs," Hanson continued. "They didn't know about that...no one did." "THEY! They, they, they, they," Mike was tired of hearing the word. "You knew I was in over my head here," Hanson shifted gears, heading toward shifting the blame from himself. "And YOU knew it too, right?" Mike noted. Hanson once more nodded sadly. "How's the kid doing?" "Well, it's only been twelve hours but...I just checked...about as well as can be expected," Mike told him. "He gonna make it...he gonna be alright?" Hanson probed.. "Alright? Mike shrugged, then nodded. "No thanks to YOU...but...I think so," Mike informed him. "The TPU is performing nominally...it'll be a few more days before we can really test it but..." "You gonna induce an orgasm?" Hanson asked, somewhat surprised. "Now, how ELSE would we test it?" Mike snarled softly. "Boy, when you said you were no doctor..." "How long before I can see him?" Hanson asked. "See him? What? You wanna give him an orgasm?" Mike eyed his replacement critically. "Hell, no...how dare...never mind," Hanson started to anger but then cooled. "Today?" "Today? I don't think so," Mike shook his head in disbelief. "When?" Hanson persisted. "Try NEVER," Mike let his voice rise to the point others nearby looked at them, having a very good idea what they were discussing, if not all the details. Hanson stared down at the floor. "Dead meat..." "Checked your e-mail recently? Mike asked, deciding there was no way to avoid delivering bad news. Hanson once more shook his head, then lifted his eyes to confront Mike's. "Better pack your bags," Mike told him. "Dead meat," Hanson repeated once more. "Loin wants to see you first thing tomorrow morning," Mike told him. "There's a chopper for Nassau, midnight tonight." Hanson looked down at his wrist. He'd left his watch back at the house. "That's about four hours," Mike informed him. "Barely time to clean out your desk, pack your stuff, and maybe fuck Tony and Kenny one last time." "That's cruel," Hanson looked up at Mike and half-way smiled. "Sorry," Mike forced a smile back. "But, you deserve it." -------------------------------------------- "Ohhhhhhh fuckk...ahhahhh fuck, I...I feel one hell of an orgasm cummin' on," Buddy Bristol gasped as Silly knelt before him on the beach ravenously sucking his hard, throbbing, upthrust boy-cock. Silly lifted his lips from his new husband's cock. "Sixty-nine," he gasped, pulling Buddy down to the sand as the two thirteen-year-olds positioned themselves for the onslught of mutual sexual pleasure. Buddy looked about, expecting to see a ring of wedding guests standing around them jacking their own cocks, watching as he and Silly consumated their marriage. There was no one. "Ohhhhhh fuck, I want your cock soooooo baddddd," he moaned as he sucked down on Silly's rigid boy-meat, unleashing every cocksucking skill he'd ever known on the boy he'd come to love so much. Casting his eyes beyond them toward the outspread blankets on the grass at the edge of the beach, Silly was surprised, amused, and even stunned by what he saw. Mr. Raphaello had called it an orgy. That was putting it mildly. Even for Erotic Island it was an extraordinary sight. Everyone was either sucking or fucking, sometimes doing both in a massive chain reaction to the pills Donatello had tossed about like candy from a parade float. Inside him, he could feel the orgasmic pleasure mounting. "Feeling it?" Buddy asked, Silly's cock still in his mouth. "Mmmmmm..." Silly replied, his cocksucking taking precedence over his need to communicate. "Me too," Buddy gasped, then began sucking still harder. "What's happening?" Silly asked, his curiosity starting to become at least as powerful as the sexual feeling boiling up within him. "Orgasms," Buddy replied in a single word, now dividing his consciousness between feeling sexual pleasure, giving sexual pleasure, and watching sexual pleasure erupt some fifty feet away. "Marco and Bunny?" Silly inquired. "Fucking," Buddy told him, feeling the pressure toward orgasm building dangerously close to ejaculation within him. "No shit," Sill laughed. "Do it to me, man, do it to me, do it to me, make me cum, make US cum." "Then shut the fuck up and suck," Buddy drove his slender, naked hips and five-inch spike almost viciously at the sucking lips giving him such pleasure. "Ohhhhhh god, this feels gooooooood." "Close?" Silly asked, Buddy's cock pistoning in and out of his mouth, face-fucking him mercilessly. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Buddy would only moan in response. "Let's do it," Silly urged, popping his fucking movement into overdrive. "MMMmmmmmmmmmm," Buddy repeated, then, "mmmmmOOOOAEIIAEHRHHHHHHHFHHHFHHIEIIGHAH...OOGHAOOERIIHHGHEHAHHERHHH FUCCCKK...MAMMA MIA, AOGHHAOEIRHOIAH GOD, FEELS GOOD....SHOOTIN' ONE HELL OF A LOAD...AHGHAHEHRHHHAHEHAHR FUCCK....FUCK, FUCK, FUCKK!! "Suck me...suck me, suck me, I'm...I'm...OAHHAHEHHHHHAH SHIT...CUMMMING...CUMMING, CUMMING, AERHEHHAHEH GOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, AGHEAOEIRHOAH GOD, THE FEELING, SO...SO FUCKIN' FANTASTIC, SO STRONG...SO....AHGHEHAOIH GOD, IT'S...IT'S...GHAOIEHROAIHE FUCK, FEELS....FEELS INCREDIBLE...GHAEHIAEIROIHAOIHAOIHE," Silly stiffened involuntarily as his slender little naked boy-body violently launched blast after blast, glob after glob, string after string of syrupy hot boy-cum straight down Buddy's gulping throat. "Ohhhhhh FUCCCKKK! DO IT TO ME, JACK MY COCK, AHGHAOEIHROH GOD, FEELS...FEELS...LIKE...LIKE NOTHING I EVER FELT...AHHRHHAHH AOOEOIAHERIHAOOAHHAHHAH AHAIIIEIIEGGHHHHH BEFORE...AHGOEAIEHROIHAOIHO FUCCCCKKKK," Buddy cried out in sheer, animal ecstasy at the incredible power and enduring pleasure he was feeling deep down within him. "Sounds like our newly weds are enjoying themselves?" Derek noted as he drove his hardened man-cock repeatedly up Donatello's gripping ass. "Not as much as WE are," Donatello gasped as he drove himself back against Derek's massive hardness. "Ohhhhhhh fuck yeahhhhhh," Derek cried out as his sexual pleasure became ever more acute. "Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, aghhoaoeirhoaieh god, fuck me, Derek, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone in your life. Give me an orgasm, man, oagohoaiehro fuck, fuccckkkk, fuccckkkk," Donatello cried out, his voice joining the rising tied of those around him shooting or getting close. "Let me guess. Duralon 4?" Derek had known limited experience with Cox Pharm's most powerful aphordasiac. "Guess again?" Donatello told him. "Guess again? Ohhahahh god, your ass...aoaohehahehr fuck, gettin' me close," Derek warned. "I don't hear any guessing?" Donatello fucked himself harder and harder on Derek's rockk-hard manhood. "I'm afraid to," Derek rolled his eyes as his cock took complete control of his brain. "That O.E. shit?" "OE-25..." Donatello good barely speak he was fucking so hard. "Hooooo my godddddd...GODDDD...GODDD;...AGHAEIORHAOIEHROIAH FUCK, CUMMING...CUMMING HARD....AGHHAHEHHH!!" Derek drove himself to the point of exhaustion, even beyond. "OE-25!" "How does it feel to be a guinea pig?" Donatello aske as he lost control. "aahhhaoOAOOEHAEOIRHE...GHAOEIRHOIH GOD, OAOGHEAOEIHR YEAH, YEAH, AHGHOEAIHEORH FUCK, SUPER SHIT, GHHAOEIRHOAIHER FUCK, FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, GHAOEIRHOA FUCK FEELS GOOD, FEELS...FEEEELS GHAEOIAHOERIHOAHOAHOIH!" "HOOOO MY GODDDDDDD, I CAN'T BELIEVE..." Derek cried out as he briefly thought his eyes might be deceiving him. "OHHAHHAHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK STILLL COMING, STILL...STILL...AOGIHAOIEHRH FUCK, I NEVER FELT...FELT LIKE...AOGIHAOEHR FUCK, BUDDY, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK MY COCK, GHAOEIRHOAIHE GOD, THE FEELING...SOOO STRONG...SO LONG...SO...SOOOO... AGAOIERHOIAHEOHAEIAIEIRHOGHOEH!!" Silly was now literally screaming out his aching, ejaculating, sexual pleasure, almost drowning Buddy in his cum. "OhhahhhahHHHAHAOOOAOH FUCCCCK...LOOOOOOKKKKKKK!" "WHAT? AOGHHEHAHEHRHHH SILLY...DO IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP...KEEP...." Buddy lost himself in the incredibly acute pleasure of their extended orgasm. "THERE!" Silly pointed in disbelief. "WHERE?" Buddy struggled through the throes of the most powerful orgasm he'd even known twisting his head to see what Silly could see. "OAHHGHAHEIIAIIERHAOEIHOH GOD, FEELS LIKE...LIKE...IIT'LL NEVER END. FEELS LIKE...! HOOOOOO FUUUCCCCK, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" "MARCO AND BUNNY...AND...AND BOBBY...AND...MIKOLOS!" Silly cried out in disbelief, despiter the orgasmic miracle taking place deep down in his loins. "WHOOOOOOAAA FUCCCKK!" Buddy cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. "Marco...fucking Bunny...sucking Mikolos...getting fucked by Bobby!"