Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 02:21:38 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 2 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" and "EcstasyInc." "The Pharm Boys," 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), and "EcstasyInc" (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 minor 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 two to three 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. THE PHARM BOYS CHAPTER 2 When Darin Romeo got word from his son that Jim Loin was on the island and that he wanted to see him, Darin wasted no time clearing his schedule. It was four in the afternoon, there wasn't much schedule to clear. He was about to head out the door of his office when Albert, his secretary/executive assistant stopped him. "Hang on, stud, the man's on his way up." "Loin...here?" Darin reacted in disbelief. The CEO of Cox International was NOT the type to simply drop by the office unannounced. "Faint or something if he tries to fire you," Albert joked, knowing full well many at the Cox corporate headquarters in Nassau thought his boss should be fired...months ago, in fact. "How about I throw up all over him?" Darin joked, that reaction more in tune with what he was feeling at the moment. The elevator made a soft "bing." A big, surprisingly trim, very naked man stepped off. Jim Loin had shed nearly forty pounds. "Maaaannnn...you're looking gooooo," Darin blinked in amazement as he greeted the boss of the bosses, as someone had nicknamed the man. "Romeo, Romeo...wherefore art thou...never mind...bad joke you've no doubt heard many times before," the man laughed, extending his hand, then hugging the Ecstasy Island boss. "Doesn't fit the situation, in any case." "Mr. Loin, I don't know if you've met my assistant, Albert Cartinetti..." Darin introduced his right-hand man. "My god, Romeo, how the fuck you get any WORK done around here with a creature like this just outside your door," Jim Loin greeted the Greek god of a man. "Look what the hell you just did to my COCK!" "He's not as gay as he looks," Darin joked. "Fuuuuccckkkk...you've lost a TON of weight," Darin admired his boss's new physique, though in fact, a few more pounds shed here and there wouldn't hurt any. "You're looking pretty good, yourself," Jim Loin returned the compliment, "but then you always were...god, we better get down to business or we'll have a fuckin' orgy right here in the front office," the man joked. "I was just leaving to head over your way," Darin told the CEO as they moved into Darin's office and Darin closed the door, much to his assistant's consternation. Darin decided if was going to get fired he wanted it to happen privately. "I figured that, which is why I rushed over," Jim Loin smiled sitting down on the deeply comfortable sofa. "Hmmmm...bet this gets a lot of use." "Albert's pretty good about keeping it wiped down," Darin joked, though in fact, there was an element of truth in what he said. Leather was pretty cum-resistant. "You have excellent tastes, I don't think I've ever been up here before," Jim Loin looked about. "Nice view..." "Once more, blame Albert for that, he was in charge of the last redecorating a few months ago," Darin gave credit where it was due. "Italians are good at that," Jim Loin smiled, motioning for Darin to be seated in an armchair next to the sofa. "So, what brings you to ecstasy?" Darin asked, no longer able to stand the suspense hidden beneath a layer of small talk. "You," Loin smiled. "I'm flattered," Darin smiled, dreading what was to come. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fire you, even if I COULD," Jim Loin sought to ease his underling's mind. "People in Nassau keep reminding me five times a day that would NOT be a good idea." "Good, you had me worried. I left my asbestos suit at the cleaners," Darin joked. "Wish I had a wit like yours," Jim Loin smiled. "However...as...'fireproof' as you may be, doesn't keep me from coming here and shaking things up a bit. Actually, I'm impressed with what you've been doing here, numbers are up--especially those with dollar signs before them. Guest relations have improved...better than ever before. You've overseen the expansion projects here flawlessly. The island is even more beautiful than I remembered." "Thank you, I have a very hardworking staff," Darin once more gave credit where it was due. "Actually, it's your staff I'm concerned about," Jim Loin shifted gears. "Oh?" Darin reacted seriously. "Not that they've performed poorly," Loin continued. "It's just...well...I guess we could say they're a victim of their own success." "What do you mean," Darin asked warily. "To put is simply, perhaps too bluntly, they're overwhelmed," Jim Loin told their boss. "That's what they keep telling me all the time, I just try to ignore them," Darin laughed. "Well...no more," Jim got to the point. "We're moving the training program off the island." Darin reacted by NOT reacting. "Darin, at the rate we're growing, we need to add nearly FIFTY boys per WEEK...half of them right here on Ecstasy, the rest on Erotic Isle, Caddy Gay, and...and whatever the hell it is you're calling that camping thing we started next door..." "The Island of the Boys," Darin filled in his boss's blank. "Kind of like 'Lord of the Flies' but with modern plumbing." "Whatever...the number crunchers say it's been a phenomenal success," Loin told him. "They're even talking about a bisexual 'Blue Lagoon' on one of the other little islands we stole from the Bahamians." "Interesting..." Darin intoned. He'd heard rumors. "Sandbars and sex, so to speak..." "Yeah...tell me about it. That's the problem, they're hardly much MORE than sandbars," Loin sighed, rolling his eyes. "Gonna cost a fortune just to keep them above sea level at high tide." "Doug Bristol tells me the Erotic Isle development has become quite popular...and profitable, I might add," Darin put in a good word for his friend. "Sore subject," Loin snorted. "In any case, we're taking Mr. Tinker and his wife to be in charge of the new training and indoctrination program...'Tinkertoy' I think you call them." "And Kevin?" Darin gently inquired about his son's status inasmuch as his job was apparently being jerked out from under him. "Oh yes...your son..." Jim Loin sighed. "Think he can handle the position of Dean of Boys here?" "Handle it?" Darin repeated the man's words. "Yes, I suppose...the kid's twelve now..." "Which is what worries me...he's ONLY twelve," Jim Loin confessed. "Ronon Parker was hardly more than that when he came here," Darin reminded his boss. "Yes, well, Ronon Parker is mature for his age," Jim Loin asserted. "Colton Cox's little cocksucking BRAT is just the opposite...IMmature for his age." "I disagree," Darin defended his son. "I'd be surprised if you didn't." "Kevin can be a...well...he's got a lot of Cox in him...not Colton but Tina. Tina Cox was his mother," Darin gave his assessment. "I'm well aware of the little fucker's family...tree would be too kind...thicket, perhaps," Jim Loin sneered. "You sort of won him in a lottery, as I understand it." "I never thought of it like that but..." Darin reflected. "I suppose you could say that. I've always had strong sperm...good swimmers." "Humph...yes...well...if you think you can manage him..." Jim Loin continued. "And Ronon?" "He's all yours," Jim Loin said simply. "What do you mean?" "We're promoting him," the Cox CEO said, taking a deep breath. "Nassau's blaming him for the Pooh Bear disaster...and YOU of course, but, as we said earlier, you're fireproof. He's not. "And that's why you're PROMOTING him?" Darin asked in surprise. "Let me finish. What can I say, the kid's also very good at what he does. I consider him too valuable to cut loose. On top of that...don't tell anyone in Nassau but, well, I guess I kind of admire him...BOTH of you, in fact. You saw through Ron Duncan. No one else did. Cox Pharm is livid, but thanks to you and Ronon, they're still alive and well. Pooh Bear Tea was a bad idea from the start. EcstasyInc should never have been involved. Ecstasy is a VACATION resort, forgodsakes. Cox Pharm should have had full control of Pooh Bear, run it out of Duncan's little pleasure pit over there...or hell, anywhere but HERE. And even though you cost Cox hundreds of millions, in the long run you probably saved the company that much more." "I appreciate that," Darin said sincerely. "Too bad poor Buddy Bristol had to be the victim." Jim Loin nodded slightly in silence. "If you call a twelve-year-old sitting on two-hundred million Cox dollars a victim," he added softly and sourly. "I guess I could make Ronon my personal assistant," Darin considered. "What...and replace your Grecian god out there with a...how old is the kid now, thirteen...fourteen?" Jim Loin reacted in sudden amusement. "I guess you could say I'm grooming him for bigger things," Darin smiled. "Hey, listen, you wanna GROOM someone, groom that fuckin' SON of yours," Jim Loin shot back. "He's the one who's gonna be giving the toadstools at Cox International gallstones a few years from now." "I guess, in a manner of speaking, I am," Darin realized himself for the first time. "Ronon and Kevin are good for each other. Kevin keeps Ronon...young...fun...the same loving little boy I've known since he was ten or eleven. Ronon, on the other hand, is a good influence on Kevin...a settling influence...a maturing presence. It's subtle, but Ronon is NOT fond of the Cox in Kevin Cox. I've seen it. Ronon TELLS him so every time he sees it pop up, so to speak. Kevin may be a mischievous imp, but let me tell you...give him something to do--a mission...give him some responsibility...and suddenly he changes. I've seen THAT too...on the job. He can be sharp as a tack and hard as nails. The kid is bright... intuitive...ornery, to be sure, cute, sexy, horny as hell...but those two love each other more than life itself, and as a team...once they get older...some college...well, tell your people in Nassau, they'd better stay sharp or Cox-Parker will be all over their asses." "That's suppose to make me feel better?" Jim Loin asked apprehensively. "Suit yourself," Darin shrugged. "I just want you to know where MY priorities are. I CARE about those two boys FAR more than I care about Cox International. Whether either one of us like it or not, Kevin Cox is a heavy chain around your company's neck. Ronon Parker is the collar that will make that chain tolerable." "Just see to it the little jerk doesn't JERK that chain once too often," Jim Loin growled. "Or, so help me, Darin, the next time I may not be able to...soothe the beast." Darin nodded. There was no doubt his boss was right. There was also no need to tell him he had much more to worry about from the young Mr. Parker he so admired than he did the "Cox brat" he so disparaged. Kevin had been a mere bystander in the Pooh Bear blowup. If there was any chain jerking in the future, despite his collar analogy, Ronon would be the one doing it. ---------- The house was quiet. Darin had the urge to tiptoe as he let himself into the modest, modernistic bungalow his son and Ronon called home. "They're in there," David, their fifteen-year-old delectable Italian houseboy, nodded toward the bedroom. "Surprise, surprise," Darin remarked softly, smiling, rolling his eyes, torn between interrupting the boys' evening sexcapade and the generous, seven-plus inch cock the seductively beautiful teenager sported. "You want it?" the boy recognized lust when he saw it. He thrust his slender, naked pelvis to one side in a contrapasto pose straight from Donatello's seductive bronze David minus the stupid hat and sword. "It's all yours." Darin started for the boy then heard his son and Ronon in the next room beyond the fireplace. "Don't go away," he implored. In the next room he saw the love he'd testified to before his boss less than an hour before. Ronon lay on his back in the middle of the bed, holding Kevin on top of him, their hard young boycocks trapped between them. They kissed in erotic rapture, completely oblivious to his presence. "Feels good," Darin heard his son murmur softly to his fourteen-year-old naked husband. "Love your cock," Ronon whispered back, neither of them aware that their private moment of sexual pleasure was being observed. "Keep doin' that," Kevin sighed. "I love you," Ronon moaned, his words almost untelligible amongst their kisses. "Fuck me." "Fuckin' you," Ronon softly replied, the two of them simply moving their naked young boy-bodies in liesurely sexual unison. "The Duralon is driving me fuckin' CRAZY," Kevin confessed his drug use. "Your cock's like a ROCK," Ronon heaved and thrust his own hot young rocket against his lover's slender, hairless loins. "Nine times today," Kevin confessed his extra-marital orgasmic encounters. "Six for me," Ronon whispered, long since giving up trying to match Kevin cum for cum on a daily basis. Kevin's job was to train new recruits, teaching young boys even younger than he was how to fuck the older boys swarming the island looking for sweet, hot, juicy boy-cunts to enjoy. Ronon's job was to manage all those horny young boys so no one got hurt. The six orgasms that day were just perks of the job. "Faster, harder," Kevin urged as their lovemaking ceased being liesurely. "Close?" Ronon breathed. "Yeah," Kevin gasped as he matched Ronon stroke for stroke and then some. "Me too." "Feeling it." "Me too." "Love this feeling." "Ride me," Ronon moaned, "Ohhhhhh god, my cocccckkkkk..." "Let's cum," Kevin gasped. "Let's DO it," Ronon suddnely launched his first spurt. "CUMMMMMMINNNNNNG," "AHAAHEHHHEH GOD, YESSSSSSSSSS!" "SHOOTIN' MY CUMMMMMMMMMM!!" Kevin cried out, ejaculating wildly against Ronon's slender, naked abdomen. "HOOAOEHAERHHHGHH...OAOOEREIIGHHAHHGHH...OHHAHHAH FUCCCCCCKKK...GEAHHEHAOERIIHHGHGHH...HAHAOEIHRHEHHHHGH...AHHAH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OOAHEOIOEH GOD, KEVIN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MY COCK, MAKE ME SHOOT, KEEP MAKIN' ME SHOOT...OOAHHEHHA GOD, FEELING IT...HHAHEHHAHHH FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKK...FUCKKKKK, FEELS SOOOO GOOOODDDDD!" "FEELING IT, FEELING IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, FEELING IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHHAOOGIHEOAHGOD, SOOO HARD, SHOOTIN' IT SOOOOO HARD, SO FUCKIN' HARRRDDDD...OAHHGEHAOEIRH GOD, THE FEELING, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM SOOOO HARD, OOAHAHHH FUCK, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, OOAHHAHH FUCK, BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHERS PUT TOGETHER, OHHHAHH GOD, RONON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME...HARDER, HARDER...HARDDDEEEERRRRRRR!" "Nice one," Darin said making his presence known for the first time as he hovered near the head of the bed, his own massive hard cock drooling all over the nightstand. "Hi, dad," Kevin moaned softly without looking up as he and Ronon continued their oral lovemaking. "Pardon us, we just chowed down on some Duralon at dinner," Ronon appologized as neither he nor his husband showed any signs of letting up. "That's...errr...okay...I'll just...excuse me, I'll just go fuck your houseboy or something till you're done," Darin smiled, excusing himself, realizing anything he had to say regarding the boys' new jobs would have to be repeated if he continued. "They've been goin' like that for almost an hour," David noted as Darin and his hard, throbbing, man-cock returned to the living room where the boy lay sprawled seductively on the couch, patiently doing as he'd been told. He'd not "gone away." Darin sat down at the end of the couch, lifting the teenager's lovely head, resting it in his lap, stroking the boy's dark, heavy, Roman curls. "God, you're beautiful." "Want sucked," David asked softly. Darin bent and kissed him. "I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine." Wordlessly, man and boy slipped to the softly carpeted floor and tasted one another's cocks. In the next room, Darin could hear his son and Ronon sharing still more sexual pleasure. He worried that their regular use of Duralon might not be good for their sexual well-being. Yet he knew that, given their jobs, their naked, sexual lifestyles, their simple, seductive, young boy horniness, they likely could not survive without it. "Ummmahahahhaphhhhhh..." Darin heard the boy with whom he was sharing cocks moan as the first jolt of electrical sexual pleasure found it's way to his brain. He did a little moanining himself for the same reason, as well as to let the boy know his cocksucking talents were being highly appreciated. He found himself wondering how often the boys saw to their seductive Italian houseboy's rampant sexual needs. The boy was really working over his cock like a kid in a donut shop devouring creme-filled longjohns. "Ohhhhh, fuck, you're good," David lifted his head from Darin's cock just long enough to say. "THANKS," Darin managed to reply, the boy's cock still in his mouth, without losing a stroke. He loved dirty-talk but the venerable old tradition of sixty-nining made it difficult...all but impossible. "UAHAAMMHPHHHHH...arREIGHmmmaghann..." David choked, his cock-filled words possibly meaning about anything from "I'm going to cum" to "Benjamin Franklin was a dirty old man." "I'M CUMMMMMINNNNNGGGGG!" Darin heard his son cry out his second...or eleventh, orgasm, depending on how one kept count. "AIAIEAHEHHRHHEOAOEIREHHAHEHHAEHRHHHGHHAHAHEIEGHHAHH!!" Ronon was a screamer when he shot cum, no problem on Ecstasy but a definite embarrassment anywhere else. "Gonna have to change the sheets again tonight," David sighed then returned to Darin's cock with renewed gusto. "You swallow?" Darin asked as his pleasure grew more intense. "Stupid question," David answered between strokes. Polite, but stupid, Darin admitted to himself. David was an Ecstasy pleasure boy, and undoubtedly one of the best or he wouldn't be servicing Ronon and Kevin. The boys had their choice of probably two or three hundred beautiful, naked, young boys much like David there on the island as their personal sex toy. It wasn't hard to see why they'd chosen David, despite his sometimes smart-assed personality. The kid was an OUTSTANDING cocksucker...make that ASTOUNDING...the boy was seemingly sucking cum straight up from his balls, and in a remarkably short time. He could feel his orgasm teashing him. He hoped the boy was feeling the same. Ohhhhh fuck, the kid was good...really...really....really fuckin' GOOOODDDD. He could feel it...feel his cum, feel it well up at the base of his tortured hard cock. The boy's head was moving at an incredible, almost blurred, rate. Darin struggled, but quickly realized his neck wasn't up to such professional cocksucking. He tried concentrating his efforts on his talented tongue action but quickly realized that, even there, he was no match for the teenaged Italian master. Then, suddenly, he tasted the boy's cum...the first spurt was less than delicious, the second, third, fourth salty but not bad, an acquired taste. Spurt five, six, seven...Darin quickly lost count as he started sprurting himself. "oaHAHEHHMMAH AOOEOHAEHRHHHMMMPHHAHHAHHHH..." he let out a muffled cry of ecstasy as David devoured both cock and cum. He'd not had any Durlon that day. Judging by the taste, David had. The boy's spurts tapered off to oozing. Darin sucked him dry then lifted his head. "Guess I can skip dinner." "There's primavera in the fridge," David told him, Darin's cum dripping from his chin. "I thought I tasted marinara," Darin licked his lips, his own face as wet as that of the boy. They came face to face and kissed. "If you want it, better hurry, sounds like the two young studs are done rutting," David advised, still locked in Darin's embrace. "Your son eats everything less than a week old." "My son eat this too?" Darin asked, fondling the boy's half-hard cock. "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner," David smiled, "whenever Ronon's not handy to snack on." "And Ronon?" Darin questioned. "Ronon's lovely...sexual, sweet...god, I love that boy...everyone does." "He gets paid an extra twenty bucks a day to say that," Ronon joked as he and Kevin stood over them peering down. "Nice orgasm, guys." "If you could have waited a few minutes, WE could have taken care of you," Kevin joked as he helped his father to his feet and into his arms, hugging and kissing him far longer than most fathers and sons embraced. "You two got your Duralon cocks under control yet?" Darin asked, now hugging his "son-in-law." "Well, until just NOW," Ronon joked. "It doesn't take much to lose it again." "You didn't come clear over here just to watch us belly-fuck or suck David's cock," Kevin observed. "Whats Up?" "Well, aside from all our cocks, guess who dropped into the office this afternoon," Darin explained. "Jim Loin, I'll bet," Ronon laughed. "No fair, you probably sent him over," Darin joked. "Yeah, sure, like we could send Jim Loin anywhere except maybe into orgasmic orbit," Kevin laughed. "Oooooo, god, Kevin, I just ate..." Ronon grimaced at the thought. "We suggested," Kevin admitted. "We told him about Albert. I think he was hoping to catch you and your...secretary...lying down on the job?" "You're an ornery little fucker," Darin gripped the top of his son's head with one hand and shook it. "Albert and I never mix business and pleasure." "What about that time..." Kevin began. "Never mind about that time," Darin quickly tried to shut him down. "You should have seen the look on your face when that balcony flowerpot fell on your head during your...moment of passion," Kevin reminded him hilariously. "Duralon flashback," Darin claimed, though he'd never actually heard of such a long-term effect. "They have'em every NIGHT," David noted, tiredly getting up from the floor. "Indigestion from your cooking," Kevin dismissed his houseboy's claim. "So? What's the word?" Ronon cut back to the chase. "We all get fired?" "Well, no, as a matter of fact, YOU two got PROMOTED," Darin revealed. "What if we don't WANT promoted?" Kevin reacted, guessing there was far more to the story than his dad was telling them. "You're to be the new Dean of Boys," Darin plunged ahead. "He's takin' MY job?" Ronon reacted in surprise mixed with humor and dismay. "Good luck, sucker." "I don't WANT your fuckin' job." Kevin blurted. "What going on?" "Cox is moving training and indoctrination off the island," Darin revealed gently. "They're sending Tinkertoy with them, something about expanding the department to handle up to fifty boys per week." "Just to get back at ME?" Kevin cried. "I didn't blow the whistle on the Pooh Bears." "I don't think so," Darin told his son honestly. "The demand has simply become greater than you or the facilities here can handle." "What about ME?" Ronon asked, "they promoting me to...to...chief cum wiper-upper?" "If you like," Darin smiled down at the boy. "No, actually...Loin's exact words...he said you were mine." "What's that supposed to mean," Ronon asked warily. "You're to be my new assistant," Darin told him. "What about Albert, he get promoted too?" Ronon questioned suspiciously. "Albert...no...he'll remain where he is," Darin replied, shuddering inwardly at the thought of losing Albert. "You'll be more of a...personal...assistant." "Like a fuckin' GOPHER?" Ronon reacted angrily, "or official Darin Romeo cocksucker on call 24-7?" Darin hugged the angry young boy. "I think the word we used was...grooming." "Grooming?" Ronon screwed up his sweetly beautiful face questioningly. "Like I comb your cock hairs and kiss your butt each time after Albert fucks ya?" "Ronon!" Darin snapped sharply as he sought to calm the boy's hair trigger temper. "It's YOU we talked about grooming...for bigger and better. Jim Loin likes you...maybe the only one at Cox who DOES. If you weren't fourteen years old, hell, you'd probably have MY job." "So...exactly...what do I do?" Ronon calmed down somewhat. "Welll..." Darin hesitated. He, himself, wasn't exactly sure what the answer to that was. "Whatever the hell I TELL you to do, I guess."