Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 14:25:54 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys, Prologue 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 PROLOGUE "When will he come?" Andre Santos asked as he peered toward the horizon, his eyes peeled for any movement in the air or on the water. "The chopper's due any time now, Ronon Parker told the boy as he, Kevin Cox, and the Santos twins stood naked on the Ecstasy Island heliport. "I have missed him," Alesandro smiled up at Kevin and Ronon, choking a bit on his words. "Will he look different?" "Well, he'll be a year older if that means anything?" Kevin hugged both boys shoulders from behind. "I imagine it's YOU two who will do most of the 'looking different'." "You're twelve now, boys change a lot from eleven to twelve," Ronon told them. "He be seventeen," Andre said, recalling his older brother fondly. "Seventeen..." Alesandro repeated in awe, tinged with disbelief. He and his brother were the last of the Pooh Bear Boys on Ecstasy. When the others left they had too, but when there was no one to meet them in Miami, they'd been returned to Ronon's keeping, eventually joining the working staff entertaining the overwhelmingly gay guests on the island of naked sexual pleasure. Though barely speaking English, they'd been instant hits. Eleven-year-old little-boy playthings who looked nine or ten but had Brazilian boy-cocks exceding six inches weren't exactly a dime a dozen, even on Ecstasy. Moreover, the two of them took to virtually ANYTHING sexual like fish to an aquarium. "I think I see helichopper," Andre pointed excitedly. "Look like bird to me," Alesandro sighed. "No bird...it Mario!" Andre insisted. "Looks just like Mario to me," Kevin joked, peering into the distance, though he'd never met the boy or even seen his picture. "Will he be naked?" Alesandro asked anxiously. "Usually not, but sometimes guests who fly in arrive nude," Ronon told the boy. "I guess it'll depend on how he takes to 'doffing his duds'." "What 'duffing dods" mean?" Andre looked up to his fourteen-year-old mentor. "'Doffing duds'...taking off your clothes...getting naked," Ronon translated his slang. "Mario like naked," Alesandro recalled as the aircraft began to distinguish itself from any bird in the sky. "Mario have big cock," Andre smiled up at Kevin. "You like Mario's cock." "Never met a cock yet I didn't like," Kevin joked, "especially BRAZILIAN cocks." "You like MY cock?" Alesandro smiled more broadly as the aircraft grew nearer. "Even when I not cum yet?" "I especially like...'not cumming' cocks," Kevin once more squeezed the boy, "never have to worry about what the cum will taste like." "Chopper big," Andre noted. "In the year he and his brother had been on Ecstasy, he'd become quite the chopper expert, having first of all arrived in one, then in seeing them come and go daily. "Yes, they sent the big motha...must be some VIPs on board," Ronon observed. "Mario vip?" Andre asked, pronoucing the letters as a word. "Well, now that you mention it, yes, I guess you could say that," Kevin told him. "We expecting any brass?" "No, but you know Cox, they love surprise visits," Ronon sighed as they watch the chopper lower itself to one of the five big "Hs" painted on the huge landing deck. "Hoooooo shittttt..." Kevin sighed in dispair. "Look who we have to put up with." "The fat man himself...buck naked and...looks like he's taken a liking to your big brother too," Ronon told the twins as they observed Jim Loin, the CEO of Cox International move toward them, his arm around an equally naked seventeen-year-old boy. "MARIO!" both twins rushed forward, crying out in unison as they spotted their brother. He spotted them as well, the three of them meeting in a triple bear hug in the middle of the landing deck as Jim Loin, Ronon, and Kevin watched in amusement. Such scenes were fairly uncommon on Ecstasy. "Heyyyy...boys, it's been a while," Jim Loin hugged both Ronon and Kevin. Kevin winced in pain. He was twelve now but still built rather small, his slender frame no match for the man's powerful embrace. "Where's your dad, Kevin?' "At the office I assume, we didn't know you were..." "Of course, of course, it's been more than a year...you didn't sell my house, did you?" "No, but we've had some offers," Ronon joked. "I've seen to it your boys kept the place shipshape. They'll be happy and surprised to see you." "Surprised, I'm sure," Jim Loin laughed heartily, "the happy part...not so much." "Quite a tender reunion..." Kevin nodded toward the Santos boys still hugging and kissing and even caressing one another a short way off. "Hmmmm...yes, young Mario tells me the boys are the last of the Pooh Bears," Jim Loin smiled, watching the trio. "Yeah, we tried to repatriate them but we couldn't find anyone willing to take them or find their brother for the longest time, so we brought them back here to join the working boys. Then last month when Mario turned up, it was easier to get him a passport and bring him here than send the boys back...and more humane, as well...they literally had nothing in Rio." "They love one another very much," Ronon noted in watching them. "Of course having a young boy-stud of a brother didn't hurt," Jim laughed. "The kid's a first rate cocksucker...three times on the way over." Kevin smiled. Jim Loin lies through his ass too, he thought. "He's young, but a little old for a pleasure boy, don't you think?" Jim Loin observed as the three moved to rejoin them. "Dad is looking for some way to fit him in," Kevin assured him. "We'll be assessing his strengths and weaknesses." "All I can say he is VERY sexual...a definite strength around here," Jim Loin assured them. "You boys bring the limo?" "No, we seldom use it," Ronon told him. "Gas costs a fortune hauled out here and that fucker burns gets five gpm." "Gpm?" "Gallons per mile," Ronon joked as they headed down to the lower level terminal area. "Looks like you two will have your hands full, I'll grab a cart and drive myself," Jim Loin told them. "Tell your dad to come over when he gets time, we have some talking to do." "You can't fire him," Kevin insisted abruptly. "You horny little fucker," Jim laughed mussing Kevin's blond head of hair, "No, I'm not going to fire Cox's biggest stockholder...or his father. You can breathe easy...not that I would have LIKED to a few months back." "Stop that...or I'll fire YOU," Kevin ducked away. He hated when people messed up his hair. --------- "OHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDD," Bunny Bristol gasped as she got out of the limo and stared up for the first time at the four-story glass, concrete, stone, and steel contemporary style mansion before her. "We really gonna live here now?" Bobby gasped in similar stunned dismay. "This really MY house?" Buddy Bristol reacted. "Yes, Buddy, this is YOUR house...well, actualy it belongs to the Buddy Bristol Trust, but...yeah, I guess you could say that," Doug Bristol told his son. "You like it?" "How many bathrooms does it got?" Buddy demanded. "Wait, let me guess, you have to go use the bathroom," Derek, his stepfather laughed. "Inside, to the right, through the living room, toward the back behind the stairs," Doug gave directions as the boy raced off. "Might as well jack off while you're there too." "At least he won't get that...stuff...on his clothes," Bunny smiled up at her father. "Feels good to be completely naked again." "Like you weren't completely naked most of the time back in Miami," Derek joked as they moved up the stone sidewalk toward the quarter-flight of steps leading to the broad entry deck across the entire front of the house. "It's not the same," Bobby noted. "Here, we can be naked ALL the time." "One of the chief selling points for Erotic Isle," Doug Bristol expounded, sounding like the real estate mogul he'd become over the past year. Once all the natives had been relocated, he's made several million mostly in selling overpriced parcels of land on Erotic Island and Caddy Cay, the EcstasyInc golf resort island less than ten miles east. The Land of Ecstasy also controlled four other islands nearby, the original Ecstasy Island of course, also Castaway Gay, an all naked jungle camping excursion. There were also two undeveloped smaller islands he'd never seen. Erotic Isle was by far the biggest and easily the most lucrative for his company and EcstasyInc. There were now seven completed villas on the island and three more under construction. Theirs was the second largest, second only to the mountaintop villa of a young electronics billionaire. The entire island had more billionaires than any other square mile on earth, though it was, in fact seven square miles with five times that many miles of irregular coastline. Buddy was one of only two owners who were NOT billionaires. The mansion they were entering for the first time had cost eight million and taken ten months to build. "Hooooo geees," Derek laughed as he gaped around at the largely white on white contemporary opulence. "Who decorated this fucker, Jim Loin?" It reminded him of Loin's "crystal palace" on Ecstasy. "This much white, probably Frosty the Snowman," Bobby joked. "EcstasyInc's architectural firm insists white is good, it doesn't absorb the heat like darker tones. "Hurts the eyes," Bunny complained. "Where's my room?" "Upstairs, either side, take your pick," her father offered, referring to either of two broad "floating" stairways, one from the dining module on the left, the second from the livingroom modle on the right. A broad, glass, entry corridor connected the two symetrical halves. "How many bedrooms?" Derek asked as he surveyed the spacious living room with it's central furniture arrangement (in white, of course). "Two on each side, four beds inside, two on the balcony in back if you like the open air." Doug directed as they headed up the broad white steps. "Derek you gotta see the view from up here, it's unbelievable!" "How much did Buddy have to pay for this plot?" Derek asked. "$1.2 million...the largest size lot we sell," Doug told him. "Regular price is $1.5 million." "For an empty LOT?" Derek gasped, shaking his head in dispair. "Okay, it's got one hell of a beach but...god...that's outrageous. What is this Pirate Cove?" "Our smallest parcel is $400.000...one quarter acre," Doug added. "Nice...bedroom on the balcony overlooking the living room...glass...glass...glass, glass, and more fuckin' GLASS!" "Brings the outdoors inside, minus the heat and humidity," Doug explained, "and sometimes the wind and rain and blowing sand and surf." "Yeahhhh," Derek laugh. "Hope no one around here is a 'stone's throw' away." "It's the price you pay for living on the beach," Doug told him. "Come on, there's another bedroom on the next level which overlooks part of this one." "More steps? Place like this should have an ELEVATOR," Derek complained. "Out back, on the terrace, goes all the way down to the carport on the lowest level," Doug told him. Derek's mouth dropped open but he said nothing. "I thought this would probably be our room," Doug suggested as they reached the top level. Derek looked around, noting the spa near the stairs and the broad concrete and tile deck out back. "Suits me if it does you," he shrugged. "HEY! WHERE'D EVERYBODY GO?!" They heard Buddy cry from the living room level below. "Up here, come see your new room," Doug called down. "I hope he likes it, I've been thinking of him all through the design and construction...every step of the way, trying to make it truly Buddy's house." "HOOOOO coool, three screens!" Buddy cried in seeing the state-of-the-art computer center overlooking the living room deck. Derek and Doug went back down one level to Buddy's chosen room to watch the boy's reaction. "This fucker have broadband so I can watch porn?" Buddy asked. "You ARE porn," Derek laughed, "I jack off at least once a day just watching you." "Cool, this where I go to school, on the Internet?" Buddy asked, sitting down at the big, white, swivel chair and booting up the custom-build computer. "I hate going to school on the computer," Bobby objected as he came in from the cross deck connecting his room and Buddy's. "Well, actually, I've decided we can afford to hire you a tutor," Doug announced. "A tutor? Who?" Bunny cried as she joined the rest of the family, coming down from her room opposite that of her "fathers'." "You're lookin' at him," Derek told them. There was dead silence. "Are tutors allowed to fuck their students?" Bunny asked after a few moments thought. "Only during recess," Derek joked, reaching out, teasing one of her nipples. "And only after he fucks ME," Doug insisted. "You'll still be taking a lot of your instruction online, but I'll be here full time to help," Derek announced. "Seems my services at Ecstasy are not much in demand anymore." "You got fired?" Bunny asked gently. It was the first time they'd discussed Derek's employment situation. "No...I still get paid, it's just they're not overly fond of me over there anymore," Derek smiled. "Of course the feeling is mutual. This is as close to Ecstasy as I care to get." "You still got your day job writing for the Blade, though? Right?" Bobby questioned. "Of course, I just e-mail them my column each week," Derek told him what he already knew. "Whew...guess we won't STARVE then," Bobby remarked, wiping his brow. "Right," Doug smiled down at his son, unsure if the boy was being sarcastic or serious. "With your dad being away so much, I'll be free to not just make sure you hit the books... or disks, as the case may be, but to be your mother and father too, all rolled into one. "Will that make me a motherfucker?" Buddy laughed. "Hmph...just for that, kid, the answer is NO," Derek joked, mussing the boy's bowl-cut mop of white hair. "You'll have to limit yourself to your brother and sister." "I never had my own room before," Buddy said almost sadly. "Can me and Bobby still sleep together sometimes?" "Well, you'll have to ask Bobby, I suppose, but I guess you could sleep together ALL the time if you like, take turns maybe, even number nights in his room, odd numbers over here," Derek suggested. "And who's gonna sleep with ME, clear way out here in the middle of fuckin' nowhere island?" Bunny lamented. "Okay, I'll fuck you once a day, the rest of the time you're on your own," Derek relented. "Talk to the boys, they've got cocks...maybe they'll..." "When I start shootin' cum, I'll be fuckin' ya a LOT," Bobby promised. "A LOT!" "IF you ever start shooting cum," Bunny chided him. "At least your cock's starting to get some size to it." "Yeah, my cock is bigger than Buddy's now and he's been shooting...whatever it is for a YEAR now." Bobby bragged. "Pretty soon I'll be gettin' all hairy too." "Yeah, but I'm a MILLIONAIRE!" Buddy proclaimed, well aware that the T-40 may have stunted him sexually. "This is ALLLL mine. I'm a fuckin' MULT-I-millionaaaiiirrrre!"