Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 02:25:51 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 17 This story does not follow the usual pattern of erotic fiction. It is not written in first person nor does the plot follow that of so many stories here on Nifty.org. This is totally a fantasy work, no actual people are involved. It does involve adult/teen sexual encounters of both sexes. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material, stop here. If you are not 18 years of age, stop here. If it is illegal for you to read such material where you reside, stop here. Some people will find the style disconcerting. I write in something approaching real time and there is a great deal of dialogue, especially during the sexual encounters (dirty talk). All dialogue printed in UPPER CASE indicates orgasmic dialogue in a raised voice but not necessarily shouting. This is purely jack-off material, designed to bring a maximum of erotic pleasure to the reader. I would enjoy hearing just how much sexual pleasure readers derive from it. In the beginning, the story is mostly gay but as it progresses, it becomes decidely bisexual. Although the story involves the kidnapping of the main character early on, the boy eventually comes to accept and relish his new life. It does not in any way condone kidnapping but simply utilizes it as a logical plot device in the beginning of the story. I welcome responses to: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com I will probably respond but I am not interested in any form of online relationship. Happy jacking...or jerking...or wanking...or whatever... ECSTASY ISLE CHAPTER 17 Kevin always had been an early riser. His mom, his dad, his little brother, the whole rest of the family had to be nearly PRIED out of bed in the morning, but not Kevin. He was in the habit of getting up, grabbing a Pop Tart and some OJ then doing the homework he'd not got finished the night before. He settled into one of the chaise lounges overlooking the pool. The sun was just starting to come up. It was still to dark to even read, not that he would have if he could have. He smiled to himself, homework was not one of the things he missed about being home with his family. He tried not to think about it but in doing so, he came to realize he could think of nothing else. It was times like this, when he was alone that were the worst. When there were others, when they were actively going after his hard, throbbing, young boy-cock or cute little naked boy-body, it was easy to forget. Sex was fun. It was easy not to think about times before he'd discovered sex when his life seemed so simple, sweet, and innocent. He was no longer sweet and certainly not innocent. And after yesterday, there was nothing simple about his life. He now had a husband and a wife to support. He almost laughed out loud. Actually, he WAS supporting them, using his slender, naked young boy-body to pay for the lavish lifestyle he'd come to enjoy on Ecstasy Isle. Kevin gazed down of his slender, naked, little-boy body. His cock loomed up huge and hard before him, seemingly getting huger and harder every time he noticed it. It was probably his imagination, but it seemed his entire body was changing, not just his cock. His stomach seemed flatter, his chest a little fuller, his pecs a little more well defined. He wished he could grow instantly taller, but on that score, nothing much seemed to change. His arms seemed stronger, perhaps from all the exercise they got as he had sex...lots of sex...heaving, thrusting, driving himself, his slender naked hips growing stronger as they learned to propel his cock to new heights of sexual power and pleasure. If this was the fabled puberty he'd heard so much about, he was loving it, especially the part about all the cum he could now shoot whenever he liked. That was the best part, shooting his cum, becoming a well-oiled teen sex machine...well, he wasn't quite a teen yet, but the sex machine part... Kevin heard the patio slider behind him interrupting his private adolescent reverie. He craned his neck to see who it was. "Kevin...?" It was Jason. "Where you going?" Kevin asked. He knew Jason was going somewhere, leaving the island in fact. the man was wearing clothes. No one on Ecstasy Island wore clothes unless they were LEAVING the island. "Emergency meeting...big deal in Tampa blew up," Jason explained briefly, seeing Kevin lying out completely naked with a hard on. It took all his considerable willpower to hurry off. "The Chopper's waiting, gotta run." "See ya," Kevin's words trailed after the man. In times past, Kevin had often wished he was rich. No longer. Being rich meant rushing off before dawn to go to boring business meetings when you'd rather be home, naked, in bed, fucking your wife. He smiled to himself. He wasn't rich. He was home (sort of), why wasn't he naked, in bed, fucking his wife...or better yet, his husband? He pondeered the question for a while in his mind, knowing all along the answer. Because he was tired of fucking. Tired of fucking? He never thought he'd admit such blasphemy. He loved fucking. He loved poking his hard young boy-cock into any anatomical hole available, slip-sliding it around until he shot his cum. "Shot his cum..." Kevin repeated those words out loud to himself. He'd shot his cum. Lots of times. More than he could now count he'd shot his cum. He gazed down at his cock. Six inches, maybe a hair more. HAIR! My god, there was hair down there...not much...one, two, three, four, five, six...no, only five, number six was lint. They were so light, so blond, in the dim light he could barely see them, much less count them accurately. Where the hell had he picked up LINT? No one on the whole damned island had any LINT! His little tiny hairs were soft, straight, silky...like corn silk only finer. Maybe there WERE six, he started examining himself in search of his sixth pubic hair. "Hey, kid, whazzup?" Justin came out, coffee in hand, to join him as the first rays of the sun made like a peeping tom. "Justin!" Kevin gasped, startled. "Guess what, I got hairs!" "Congratulations, now you can start shaving your pubes." Justin joked as he sat down naked on the lower end of the chaise near Kevin's feet. "No, I like pubes," Kevin objected, counting them for the third time, hoping perhaps he'd sprouted another since his last count. "Still shootin' your cum?" Justin asked in amusement as he drank in the naked little boy's incredible sexual beauty with his coffee. "If I ever get around to makin' more," Kevin sighed. He still felt drained from the night before when he'd been sucked off by virtually every man, woman, and child on the island...and then some. "I know the feeling," Justin murmurred, wishing he had the sexual drive to go after such a delectable piece of boy-meat as Kevin so proudly sported. "How many times did you cum?" Kevin asked "Shiiiiiiit, kid, I can't believe you even ask...don't you think that's kind of...you know, PERSONAL?" "You can't count that high?" Kevin joked. "Three-thousand, seven-hundred and eighty-four." "Quit exaggerating, I'm serious," Kevin insisted. "Okay, maybe only eighty-three, thirty-seven eighty-three," Justin reconsidered. Kevin didn't argue with him. The two sex icons were silent, drinking in one another's seductive sexual beauty, communicating as only two naked boys could at such a moment. "You're not handling this very well, are you?" Justin suggested after several minutes. "What makes you say that?" Kevin asked, admitting nor denying nothing. "We're a lot alike," Justin told him. "I guess," Kevin agreed, unsure exactly what Justin meant but flattered that his teen idol would say so. "I was twelve once," Justin reminded him. "No shit?" "Shit head..." Justin smiled, too much in love with the naked little boy to be angry. "I was twelve the first time Jason came on to me...the first time I ever shot my cum...the first time I ever had an orgasm even." "Jason jack you off?" Kevin guessed. Justin shook his head in dismay, a soft snort of amusement escaping him. "Hoooo, yeah...jacked off, sucked off, fucked off, mollested repeatedly for three solid days and nights." "Here?" "No...holed up in a two-thousand dollar per night suite...Atlantis...Paradise Island...the Bahamas...naked...high on...whatever the fuck Jason was testing at the moment...some sex drug..." "What about your mother?" Kevin querried. "BOTH of us...her in one room, me in another...Jason fucked the living shit outta both of us." "BOTH...?!" Kevin's head spun. His voice cracked. Justin looked at him and laughed. Kevin laughed too, realizing what had just happened. "Jason left after that, left a bundle of hundred-dollar bills...my first paying gig," he went on, followed by several minutes more of silence. "My voice is changing..." Kevin recounted needlessly. "Kid, you're just pubing out all over the fuckin' place," Justin smiled, "next we'll be buying you a RAZOR." Kevin rubbed his jawline. "Feels a little fuzzy." "I remember, first time it happened to me...scared the fuck outta me," Justin recalled softly. "Why?" Kevin asked. He'd never felt so close to anyone in his life as he did Justin. Justin shrugged. "Puberty scared the fuck outta me...I thought it'd be the end of my singing career, I guess." "Probably be just the BEGINNING of my career," Kevin suggested thoughtfully. "YOU can SING?" Justin asked in surprise. "No, my carreer as a teenaged cum fountain." Justin gazed at him, then smiled ironically, "No doubt. I'd trade places with you," Justin grinned. "No you wouldn't," Kevin knew better. "No, I suppose not..." Justin admitted softly, almost to himself. "But YOU would, in a second, wouldn't you," now starting to realize what was troubling the boy. "Half a second." "You hate it here that much?" "Yes...no...I...I mean...not...not hate it here, just..." When pressed, Kevin couldn't voice how he felt. "Like six weeks of concerts, ten times a week, a thousand miles apart, hotel rooms, tour bus, dressing rooms, interviews, same shit, over and over and over..." "Fuckin', suckin', geting fucked, getting sucked, over and over and over...raped almost sometimes..." Kevin recounted his own litany. "And NOW, I'm fuckin' MARRIED to that shit!" "Not a fuckin' thing either one of us can do about it, either," Justin sighed. "You could run away and join the circus," Kevin joked. "Hey, we BOTH could!" Justin laughed. "YOU could, if I tried run...swim away..." "I'd get no further than YOU would," Justin sighed, gazing at the exquisitely sexual young boy in dispair. "But you could..." Justin shook his head. "See this," he pointed to his incredibly beautiful face. "I might get away for fifteen minutes...an hour, TOPS." "Jason would call out the bloodhounds if I ever tried to get away...or the sharks," Kevin smiled, "Devon says he's got a whole school of'em out in the lagoon trained to eat naked young boys if they swim out too far." "I doubt it but...speaking of the sharkmeister, where the fuck he goin' so early in the morning...I heard the chopper, woke me up in fact?" Justin asked. "Emergency meeting, Tampa..." Kevin replied. "He was in too big a hurry to say more." "Great! He was suppose to chopper Zac and me back to the Sunshine State this afternoon," Justin declared in dismay. "Zac's gonna fuckin' SHIT!" "I already did," Zac said as he approached them from behind. "The toilet paper here really SUCKS too!" "Colt calls it 'John Wayne' toilet paper--rough and tough and won't take no shit off anyone," Kevin joked. "That's not quite what I meant," Justin sighed. "Jason just took off in the chopper for Tampa this morning." "FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK...!!!" Zac unleashed his favorite expletive. "Maybe later," Kevin smiled up at him. "I gotta be back in Lauderdale tomorrow!" Zac cried in dismay. "Tell me about it, I'm living here on borrowed time myself," Justin did a little "crying" too. "Mom's gonna have my balls if I'm not back on time." "Ouch," Kevin groaned, feeling little sympathy for either of them. At least they COULD leave the island, or at least WOULD eventually. "He did this to me once before," Zac shook his head. "My manager's gonna be here with the cops if I don't get back on time," Justin exaggerated slightly, wishing that would be the case. "That's why I didn't send the boat back to Florida, just in case," Zac divulged. "You didn't?" Justin asked brightly. "No, I told Matt and Josh they could go spend some time in Nassau, they can be here by nightfall if I can get through to them on the satellite phone," Zac explained. "Really? GREAT, can you take me with you?" Justin cried in relief. "Who's Matt and Josh?" Kevin asked. "Josh is the captain of my boat, Matt is his first mate...with the emphasis on 'mate'." Zac winked. "They're married?" Justin smiled in surprise. "Not legally, but..." Zac explained. "They have Matt's son too, Mike...he's about your age, Kevin. They sort of live on the boat and take care of it when I'm not using it." "How big a boat?" Justin asked. "Well, it's got these two big oars and two seats, and there's an ice chest in the front full of beer and..." Zac began. "What, no outboard motor," Justin laughed, "no water skis?" "Yeah, but ya gotta row really fast to use'em." Zac smiled slightly at Kevin and winked. "Is it bigger'n Jason's boat?" Kevin asked anxiously. "Which one?" Zack asked. "Why, the Beachcummer, how many has he got?" Kevin blinked. "Mine's about the size of the Beachcummer, but actually, he has three, one smaller, one larger...much larger, in fact." Zac told the two boys. "The Lisa is about 65 foot, mostly for inland waterway use. Then there's the mega-yacht 'The Hawk' that's about two, maybe two-fifty..." "Feet?" Justin laughed in surprise. "No yards," Zac joked. "Of course, feet...he's fuckin' rich, but he's not THAT rich. We that know him call the boat the 'Chicken Hawk'." Justin laughed, "Not without good reason." "He has a crew of six and none of them are older than 16," Zac went on. "The captain is barely 18, barely old enough to have his license. Two of the boys are as young as ten...probably eleven now." "Eleven?" Justin gasped in surprise. "Hey, I'm only twelve," Kevin looked at Justin in dismay. "I spent one night with them...Jason and I...naked in bed with six teenaged boys crawling all over us..." Zac recounted. "WOW" Justin exclaimed, his cock hardening perceptably. "Yeah, I guess that about says it all...lots of fun at the time but..." Zac paused. "I'm not sure I could do it again though, six horny naked boys, two of them pre-cummers...even with Jason's miracle drugs...sure takes a lot outta ya." "Like last night, no doubt," Kevin sighed, stroking his cock, wondering if he had any cum left in it. "So, can you get me back by tomorrow?" Justin asked anxiously, getting back to his original concern. "Yeah, I guess, if I can get them here by tonight...probably be LATE tomorrow night before we'd get back but...sure, let me go hunt up the SAT phone." Zac said, getting up, heading for the guest bungalow, "hope the reception is good." "WAIT!!, we're coming too," Justin called after him, "Come on Kevin, maybe we'll have time for a three-way when he gets done on the phone." "Hell, yes, why didn't I think of that," Zac called over his shoulder. Both Justin and Kevin jumped up and quickly caught up with Zac. "Hey, could you take me along too," Kevin joked as they climbed the white, marble-clad stairs toward's Zac's suite. "YOU?" Zac laughed, "what would I wanna take a little fuck like you along?" "Maybe you'd like a little fuckin'?" Kevin playfully grabbed at Zac's semi-hard cock as they reached the top of the stairs. "If I tried something like that I'd soon not be doin' much fuckin'...or anything else, for that matter," Zac was no longer laughing. "Jason would see to that." "Whadya mean? Kevin asked naively. "You ever heard of the 'mob'?" Zac asked. "Of course," Kevin acknowledged. "Is Jason a member of the mob?" "Jason is worse than TEN mobs if you cross him." Zac went on. "He's a one-man mob." "So," Kevin argued. "So....listen, stealing his favorite little-boy sex toy...I think that would definitely count as crossing him," Zac informed the boy, "...not to mention that you're now his son-in-law." "You've not seen the REAL Jason," Justin agreed. "So, I'm like...married to the mob now?" Kevin began to realize the depth of his involvement in 'the family.' "If you want to be melodramatic, I guess you could say that," Zac ruffled the little boy's blond hair. "Ahhh, here it is," he found the phone in his backpack. "Is it working?" Justin asked anxiously. "Well, says we have service...looks like I could use a charge, but...maybe..." Zac begaan pressing buttons. The three of them waited breathlessly. "It's ringing," Zac intoned. Several more seconds passed. "Hello?" Zac said as the three of them began breathing again. "Who's this?" Justin smiled in relief. "Mikey? Listen, Mikey, this is Zac is your dad...? Josh? Hey, howz it goin' fuckface?" Justin laughed, as did Kevin. "I'll call you fuckface if I want to, fuckface, I'm your boss, remember?" Zac joked. Then to Justin and Kevin, "...the help, you gotta remind'em who's in charge sometimes." "You still in Nassau? You're not? Freeport? What the fuck ya doin' in Freeport?" "Oh, you're on your way to...well, listen, our...'friend' has just fucked me again..." "Yeah, I know, that's what I came here for, but...listen...will you just shut the fuck up and listen?" Justin and Kevin barely suppresed a smile. "I need you...change course, you're...hell, you can't be more than about five, maybe six hours from here..." "Okay, EIGHT hours...I don't give a shit how hard ya gotta run her, just get the fuck over here and..." "Yeah, yeah, the usual, launch the Kodiak, only head for the fuel terminal this time..." "Why the fuel terminal...you're breaking up...listen, don't ask questions, just do what I tell..." "Okay, send Matt...no, just Matt, I'll be bringing..." "Yes, after dark, nine, ten, something like that, and tell him to muffle the motor as much as he can..." "Never mind WHY...god, you ask a lot of questions for a fuckhead...right, fuckFACE, sorry." "Hello? HELLO...he faded out...HELLO..." Zac cried into the phone. "Looks like the battery power gave out." "You can recharge it can't you?" Justin asked. "Of course..." Zac said, "if I had a charger with me but..." He dug through his stuff. "Why the fuel terminal?" Justin asked, "...and don't call ME fuckface..." "I think I've got an idea..." Zac said thoughtfully. "But the fuel terminal is on the main island, across the lagoon..." Justin objected. "With lots of boy-eating sharks..." Kevin added. "Yeah, I know, but that's kind of the least of our problems," Zac sighed, "first we gotta kill Kevin." "WHATTTTT??!!!" Justin cried in horror, sitting down on the bed next to Zac. "yeah," Kevin laughed, "what?" "Like I told the others, don't ask so many questions," Zac insisted. "Here suck my cock while I think." He forced Justin's head down, poking him first in the face, then the mouth with his eight inches of hard, throbbing cock flesh. "You're gonna KILL me?" Kevin asked in dismay. "What, with that cock?" "No, with love, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you with love...and kisses...and all the naked sexual pleasure your cute little boy-body can stand," Zac smiled as he pulled Kevin down to the bed atop him and began ravaging his beautiful, sweet lips with his own while all the time forcing his cock half-way down Justin's now enthusiastic throat. "Man, you kiss hard when you're thinking," Kevin remarked as he did some pretty hard kissing on his own, giving as good as he got. "Give me your cock, kid, I wanna taste some of that newly minted cum you were bragging about all last night," Zac manuvered himself and Kevin around until he could chow down on the boy's hard, throbbing six inches. "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck, you SUCK hard too, ohhhh mannnnnnnn....mannnnnn....feels good...ohhhhh fuuuccckkkkk!!" Kevin cried out in surprise as much as sexual pleasure. "Call it food for thought," Jason released the boy's spirited young sexual appendage momentarily. "I don't know about your cum, kid, but your cock is delicious!" "Almond extract," Kevin sighed, "...someone once told me...Ohhhhhahhahehhhh fucccckkk....fucccckkkk...fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhh man, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck it man, suck it, suck it, suck it, man, ohhhh fuck, suck me off, Zac, suck me off, suck me off, suck me fuckin' OFFFFFFFF!" Kevin felt Zack unleash on his cock a wild torrent of intense sexual pleasure as the man/boy hurreled himself into the effort. Aaheheiehghhggh god, Zack, suck me, man, suck me, suck me, suck me, man, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' me, keep fuckin' suckin' me, man, ohhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, my cock, my cock, what you're fuckin' doin' to my cock, man, ohhhhh fuccck, feels good, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, feels good, feels really fuckin' good...goood, goood, ohhh fuck you suck good, I can't believe how good it feels, feelin' you fuckin' suckin' my cock, man, suckin' my cock, suckin' my cock, oehhhehhaehhahe yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it, suckit, suckit,suckit,suckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckit...oaehgoeihoeih god,oehg oehgeoiheoaihgoeihogiheoih aieiighehhghehhghhhhh..." His voice cracked again as Kevin lost himself in the grip of the devastating sexual pleasure Zac was building up in his heaving, thrusting, grinding, slender naked loins as he wildly propelled his cock in and out of Zac's sucking lips, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust, hoping Zac could handle his cock but not really caring one way or another. All he cared about at the moment was the gnawing cramp of orgasmic pleasure swelling up deep within his loins as he felt the now familar build-up of exquisite, aching, twisting feelings. "Aiieighehhghhe...eogieaoiehroighoh...uhhhhh...uhhh, ohhh god, Zac, you're gonna do it to me, man, you're gonna fuckin' dooooo it to me, I can feel it, I can feel it building up, feel it...feel it gonna happen, feel my cum, ohhhh fuck, I can feel my cum, gettin' closer, closer, I'm gonna...feels like I'm gonna explode....like I'm gonna bust out...I'm...I'm gonna...gonna...I'm gonna CUM Zac, I'm gonna CUM...GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA cummmmm...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM...CUMMMMMLMMMMMMMMMMM ...OEHHHHEHHGHHEH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, CUMMIN', CUMMIN' CUMMIN' oooHHHH FUCK, ZAC, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN', CUMMMIN', SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR COCKSUKIN' THROAT MAN, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YOU'RE FUCKIN' GETTIN' IT MAN, GETTIN' MY CUM..OHEHHGHEHH GOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, SHOOTIN' IT SHOOTIN' IT LIKE THIS FINALLY ABLE TO FUCKIN SHOOT IT LIKE THIS...SHOOTIN' MY CUM, MY CUMMMM, MY CUMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!"