Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 02:07:49 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 21 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 21 Josh brought to Mike's cabin a tray containing breakfast for two, eggs, ham, toast, OJ, hoping that, entering unannounced he might catch the two boys fucking or sucking one another and have the opportunity to watch them get it on. No such luck. The boys were sleeping innocently, shamelessly naked, both boys' cocks exceedingly hard but dormant at the moment. "Breakfast time!" he announced grandly as he sat the tray down on a small table beside the bed. "Wha' time izit?" Mike sat up, rubbing his eyes against sleep and the brightness of the tropical sun pouring through his porthole. He could tell by the motion of the boat they were really barreling, doing close to 20 knots. "Wake up, sleepyheads, time for a little sustenance to keep those cute little naked bodies of yours toned and ready to shoot your cum at one another," Josh teased. "Cut the fuckin' crap, what the fuck time is it?" Mike insised as he eyed the food. "I gotta take a piss," Kevin announced, struggling out of bed, far more interested in relieving himself than eating. "Hang on, I'll piss with you," Mike's bare feet found the floor, not far behind Kevin's. "Piss off, there ain't fuckin' ROOM in here," Kevin closed the door to the "head" in Mike's face. "There's hardly room for ME!" "Hurry the fuck up or I'll have to use the porthole," Mike banged on the paper thin door. Any more and he'd have made a hole in it. After a moment, Kevin flushed and opened the door. "Your turn..." "Thanks, luv, " Mike kissed him quickly as the two passed. "Don't eat all the bacon." "That'd be kind of hard since there ain't none," Kevin told him as he lifted the plastic lid covering their plates. "You two have a nice fuck last night?" Josh asked anxiously eyeing Kevin's nubile nakedness as he ate like he'd not done so in weeks. "Yes, we both slept very well last night, thank you," Kevin told him deliberately ignoring the man's inquiry. "We heard you to having at each other last night...I almost shot a load just listening," Josh told him. He wasn't joking. "You should have come in, you coulda had a ringside seat," Mike told him as he came out of the head, his vibrant young boy-cock not quite as rigid as when he'd gone in. Kevin, on the other hand, was as hard as ever. "It's ham, not bacon," Kevin told his new pleasure pal, talking with his mouth full, explaining his earlier remark. "You just gonna stand there with a hardon watching us eat?" Mike eyed their voyeuristic waiter. "Yes," Josh told them, unashamedly groping himself, the impressive bulge in his khaki shorts concealing little. "Horny fucker...you know, he ain't doin' this outta the goodness of his heart, he wants a piece of that fucker between your legs as a tip," Mike told Kevin as the two boys sat side by side on the bed eating. "He any good?" Kevin eyed the man suspiciously. "Mmmmm...fair...on a good day, not bad...half decent blowjob, not so hot with a handjob, really great bottom though," Mike critiqued Josh's sexual performance. "He do two at a time?" Kevin joked. "I don't know, never tried him with two...well, 'cept me and dad fucked him once, I fucked his face, dad fucked his ass," Mike revealed as Josh showed signs of blushing. "Get naked, let's see what you got?" Kevin demanded. Mike laughed, knowing Josh wasn't in the habit of taking orders from twelve-year-old boys. However, Josh never batted an eyelash. He released the button at the top of his fly and let his loose-fitting shorts drop to the floor with a "klunk" from the keys in his pocket. In an instant he was naked, his cock hard and throbbing in anticipation. "Mmmmm...not bad...what would you say, Mike, six, maybe seven almost?" "With horny little fuckers like you, I can manage a good seven and a half any day," Josh boasted as he proudly strutted his cock before them. "He's hinting, he wants us to hurry up and finish," Mike translated the man's words and actions. "You ever take one this big, son?" Josh asked, directing his words at Kevin. "You mean that SMALL?" Kevin eyed the man's cock contemptuously. In fact, he had, several times back on the island, been fucked by such a monster, but it wasn't something he much enjoyed and he wasn't particularly looking forward to the prospect there on the boat. "You fuckin' little boy WHORE!" Josh laughed as he came at them, picking up the entire table, trays and all, setting it away from the bed, calling a halt to their breakfast. Turning, he lunged for them, tackling both naked boys, rocking them backwards onto the bed, covering them both with his nearly six-foot nakedness. "Mike, get the grease, I'm gonna fuck this little pup till the sea cows come home!" "Whew, there for a minute I thought he was gonna fuck ME!" Mike laughed as he retrieved the precious ointment from the nightstand where he'd learned to keep it handy. "Grease me up, kid, and poke some up this little fucker's asshole too, he's gonna need all the fuckin' help he can get once I start ridin' his tight little boy-pussy." "SHIIIIIIT, I've had bigger cocks than that thing before I could even shoot cum," Kevin batted as Josh's powerful erection as the man prepared to mount him. He didn't bother to tell him he'd only started cumming a day or two before. "That's it, boy, poke it way up in there, use your whole fist, get him ready for me," Josh instructed. Mike resisted the urge to go quite that far but he did deposit a generous dollop of KY where Kevin would need it the most. "Take it easy on him, he's really tight," Mike reported as he withdrew his middle finger from kevin's anal orafice. "Listen, kid, I've fucked a few boys like him before in my time," Josh insisted as he position his cockhead at Kevin's sphincter. "I know how to handle myself." "Bring'er on, I'm not feelin' anything yet," Kevin taunted the man bravely. "Yeah, well feel THIS!!" Josh suddenly entered Kevin with a single thrust. "OOOOOooooo, what was that, a wet noodle?" Kevin suppresed any painful sensations with pure bravado. "You fuckin' little SHIT!" Josh rewarded Kevin's sexual valor by suddenly driving himself in well over half way. Kevin gasped, the pained expression in his face saying what his voice refused to. Josh was big, but what he had was more long, rather than thick, and Kevin knew he could handle length. It was width that would cause him pain and Josh was lacking in that department. "OOOoooooo, not so fuckin' bratty now, are you, huh? Huh, you feelin' that kid, you fellin' that big, hard, throbbing man-cock fuckin' up your horny little ass now?" Josh did a little taunting of his own as he slowly slid another inch deeper into his cute little pleasure boy. "Slow down, man, you'll fuckin' hurt him," Mike urged as he avidly watched Josh's cock dig deeper and deeper into Kevin's tightly stretched ass. "He's okay, he's tight but not THAT tight," Josh told the boy. "It's okay, I can take it," Kevin told Mike confidently. "Just...go easy, give me time to adjust." "I gotta hand it to ya, kid, you're doin' better'n I figured...nearly all in now," Josh reacted to Kevin's obvious experience in getting fucked. "Tell me about it..." Kevin grimaced, his brave little bad-boy act now having played out. He was getting fucked by one hell of a cock and by a man who definitely knew how to use it. "Don't hurt him," Mike pleaded, his eyes bugging at a sexual spectacle unlike anything he'd ever seen before. "Don't worry, he's doin' fine," Josh sought to reassure the boy as Mike reclined next to them, stroking his cock as he watched his friend get fucked. "OOOOOOOooooooooo fuuuuucccckkkkk..." Kevin moaned as he felt the full force of Josh's cock impaling him now. "He hurtin' you? I'll kill him for you if you like!" Mike cried anxiously. "NO...no, feels...feels good...almost...tight...ohhhh fuuuucccckkkk...fucccckkkk...fuck yesss, feels good, ohhhh fuck, yes, yes, yes, feels good, feels good, feels goooooood," Kevin moaned as any feelings of pain were surmounted by growing pleasure deep within him. "Riding roughshod over his hot little prostate now, he'll be pleading for more...MORE....MORE any second now," Josh predicted as he slowly began flexing his cock inside his boy, enjoying incredible pleasure himself. "MORE, MORE, MORE..." Kevin mimicked his fucker's words in a high falseto, fearing his voice might crack at any moment and embarrass him before his peers. "Ahhhhh, the little pussy wants more...see, what'd I tell you, this little fucker's been fucked a few times...ohhh fuck...more than a FEW times, ohhh fucccckkk, kid where'd you fuckin' learn to do THAT?" "The Ecstasy Island school of Hard Fucks," Kevin boasted, "graduated at the top of my class, wrote my thesis on ten-inch cocks." "Smart-assed little fucker, ain't he," Josh laughed, eyeing Mike as the boy jacked his cock with more than a little enthusiasm. He started fucking Kevin faster. "You liked that, huh, then you'll gonna love THIS!" Kevin suddenly flexed his anal muscles, watching the surprised look of dismay and pleasure on Josh's face as the man felt yet another trick Kevin held up his anal sleeve. "Ohhhhhhh, man, this kid would be worth a fortune on the open market," Josh gasped as he rode in and out of Kevin's pleasure path, "I know guys who would pay millions for a kid like you to fuck." "Yes," Kevin sighed, "I know one of them...maybe two or three, in fact." "How much did Jason pay you," Josh asked as their fucking became more and more rythmic, their mutual pleasure mounting with every stroke. "Nothing!" Kevin reacted, his voice tinged with anger. "Nothing?" Josh gasped in surprise. "Zilch!" "Fuuuuckkkk...that's tantamont to RAPE!" "Humph...how much have YOU paid me?" Kevin asked pointedly as he felt his cum rising inside him. "Hey, fucker, I brought you breakfast in bed, didn't I?" Josh reminded him. "Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk, kid, you're gonna fuckin' make me cummmm...ohhh man, getting to me, boy, fuckin' gettin' to me, suckin' the cum right up outta my balls, man, ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm fuckin' gonna CUMMMMMMM....CUMMMMM...OGHEOAIHEOHG GOD, KID, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING RIGHT UP YOUR ASS, BOY, FLOODIN' YOU, OHHHHH GOD, SHOOTIN' A GALLON OR TWO, FEELING IT, FEELING IT, FEELING IT REALLY GOOD, FEELING IT REALLY HARD, OHHHH FUCK, BEST ORGASM I'VE HAD IN...OHAEHGOIEHOIEHOGIHE GOD, OHHEHHGHEH FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCKKKK...FUCCCKKKKKK!!!!" "Hang, on, man I'm cumming too, I'm gonnaa cum too...ohhhh yeah, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me...FUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK MEEEEE...MEEEEEE...MEEEEEEEE!!!" Kevin cried out his sexual exultation as he flooded his tiny navel with several respectable spurts of boiling boy-cum, hhehghehhhOOEOIG HEOIHERHGHGHHG FUUUUCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKK...OEHGEIAOHIE GOD, MOVE THAT COCK, MAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, KEEP MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, SHOOT MY CUM, SHOOT MY CUMMMM..." Kevin made sure Josh knew he was now old enough and sexually mature enough to finally be able to shoot cum with the best of them. "OhhhhHHHhhhhhhhh FUCCCCCCKKKKKK..." Kevin exhaled as they peaked together, enjoying the ultimate male bonding joy of a joint orgasm. "Aieiiaheghehhhghfuckkkkl....I'm cumming too, I'm cumming...oehhghhe feeling it...I think I'm gonna do it, I think I'm gonna shoot my cum too...aheigeaoiehohg god, feels good, feels good, feels like...like..." Mike furiously jacked his cock, orgasming like a wild man, his eyes glued upon the tiny slit of his cockhead wishing, watching, hoping...then slumping back silently beside Kevin, hugging his naked friend in disappointment. "Not a drop?" Kevin knew how he felt. "Maybe next time, kid," Josh seemed to recall his preadolescent sexual efforts as well. "Right," Mike hugged Kevin tightly, sharing his kisses as Josh slowly withdrew his mighty rod from Kevin's slender little boy-body, impressed by the quantity of cum the boy had shot. "Whew...that was...WOW!" Words seemed to fail him as Josh collapsed on the other side of Kevin spent nakedness. "What happened to your seven and a half inches?" Kevin eyed the man's "wet noodle." "You did..." Josh quickly gave credit where due. "God, you're a hot little number with a cock rammed up your ass." "I'm a hot little number with MY cock rammed up YOUR ass too," Kevin bragged. "I'll...keep that in mind..." Josh acknowledged, "...next time." "You fuckers done in here? Josh, Zac and Justin will be wanting breakfast pretty soon," Matt stuck his head in the door, not having to even GUESS what had been going on. He'd heard every word, clear up on the bridge. "I'm sure you three have them wide awake by now." Josh took a deep breath, lathargically rousing himself from the bed, trying to spot his single vestige of modesty among the clutter nearly obscuring the floor of Mike's cabin. "Duty calls..." he looked back over his shoulder wistfully at the two naked boys clinging to one another, whom he was so reluctantly leaving behind. "Mike, don't you ever pick up after yourself?" the boy's father observed in disgust. "You two horny little fuckers get your sorry asses outta bed right now and get this place cleaned up," he ordered, "I'll be down in an hour to inspect." "Aye, aye, cap'n," Mike saluted tiredly even as he still lay naked in Kevin's arms. Matt started to close the door, then stopped, eyeing his son, "shoot anything?" "Nope," Mike sighed sadly. "Well, as they say..." the boy's father began... "Puberty sucks..." Mike sighed. "Well...that wasn't quite what I was gonna say but..." Matt sympathized with the boy's long wait to join the cummers of the world. Then, once more gazing about the disheveled cabin, "one hour..." One hour later, the cabin Mike and Kevin shared was pretty well ship-shape...so long as no one looked under the bed or inside Mike's locker. Up on deck, Zac and Justin were finishing breakfast. "Thought you might wanna see this," Matt handed Zac a newspaper. "What's this?" Zac asked, eyeing the well-read tabloid. "Miami Herald...picked it up in Nassau...it's a couple days old..." Matt told him. "Page two..." Zac opened up the paper. The headline jumped out at him. "SEARCH CONTINUES FOR OPA LOCKA BOY MISSING FOR FIVE DAYS" Below that Zac read the sub-headine, "Police have not ruled out kidnapping by sexual predator." Below that was a school picture of Kevin bearing the name, Danny Lovitz. The story read: "Miami-Dade authorities admit to being clueless as to the disappearance of 12-year-old Danny Lovitz five days ago as he was apparently on his way home from school. The boy was last seen leaving his neighborhood middle school about 3:15 p.m. When he wasn't home by dinner time, his parents began searching the area on foot and by car, notifying police some two hours later of their missing son's disappearance. Since then police have organized volunteer groups and have scoured a three square mile area in and around Opa Locka in search of the boy or any clues that might suggest what may have happened to him. So far they have turned up nothing. No one has reported seeing suspicious individuals in the neighborhood at the time nor any unusual activity along Danny's normal route home, some five blocks from the school. Searchers have concentrated their efforts in an overgrown wooded area not far from the boy's home but have found no evidence of foul play in the case. Nonetheless, they have questioned dozens of sexual predators living within a five-mile radius of the school, but have reported no leads. Police are monitoring airports, campgrounds, and local marinas suggesting they suspect young Danny's abductor might try smuggling him out of the area. Anyone having any information regarding the case is urged to contact Miami-Dade police." "Mmmmm...looks like our little...baggage, as you put it, has been sorely missed." Zac folded the paper neatly and handed it to Justin. "It's that last part worries me," Matt noted. "Yes...It would seem Jason's goons do pretty neat work. And now, either we're rescuers or we're accomplices," Zac considered the possibilities. "Either way there's sure to be a ton of questions," Matt added. "Questions we don't want to have to answer...and YOU especially don't want any involvement whatsoever in something like this." "Me neither," Justin agreed. "Kevin...Danny...whatever the fuck's his name...he seen this?" Zac inquired. "No, but we really can't keep it from him very long," Matt worried as he sat down opposite the two. "No, and I suppose Kevin...Danny is expecting to climb ashore and go hop-skipping back to Opa Locka like nothing ever happened. "Well, I rather doubt he's given it much thought yet, but...yes, that'd be my guess," Matt agreed. Zac took a deep breath, rereading the newpaper item. "Where is he?" "Him and Mike are down below cleaning up the...pigsty...if they haven't taken time off to play with their cocks some more." "Get'em up here, no sense putting off the inevitable," Zac rested his head in his hands, dreading what was to come. Matt went to retrieve "the baggage." "What're ya gonna do?" Justin asked, gazing out to sea, concerned etched on his pretty face. "Fuck, I don't know, I guess that depends on Kevin..." Zac sighed once more. "Danny..." Justin corrected. "Whatever..." "Yes, whatever...whatever the case, we can't just toss him ashore on some deserted sandbar and take off." Justin noted. "WE can't do anything," Zac went further. "Can you imagine what would happen to our careers if either of us were known to be connected to this?" "Ouch..." Justin grimaced. "And I can't ask Matt and Josh to do anything illegal...plus this is MY boat...the connection would soon surface," Zac began realizing his own entanglement. "And who knows what the kid might say with the police bearing down on him for answers," Justin added his own concerns. "Then there's Jason..." Zac's voice grew cold. "He thinks Kevin's dead." Justin said bluntly. "Well...let's hope so...let's hope we can KEEP him thinking that too...or WE could be dead." Zac shook his head. "Still, Jason is no dummy...he knows the ropes. He didn't get where he is by being stupid. He's gonna put two and two together eventually and at least SUSPECT we were involved in some way...the whole thing's too convenient to be coincidetal." "I had to break up a hot little sixty-nine," Matt said as he escourted his son and Kevin up on deck, both boys still naked and extremely quite hard. "You didn't let'em finish...?" Zac said in mock horror, "shame on you...spoilsport..." "Matt said you wanted talk to me?" Kevin asked as he humbly stood before them, not only quite naked but seeming quite tiny and vulnerable as well. Zac looked away, unable to contemplate such naked lovliness knowing what he had to tell the boy. Reluctantly he flipped the newspaper to him. Kevin read it in silence. "Looks like I'm fuckin' FAMOUS." Kevin laid the paper back on the table before them. "Unfortunately," Zac noted. "Sit down, we gotta talk." Kevin complied, occupying the seat Matt had vacated earlier. "The police are looking for you," Zac began. "Yeah," Kevin's face grew grim as the full implication of what he'd read began to sink in. "You want us to continue calling you Kevin or your real name?" Zac asked quietly. "Kevin's okay..." Kevin replied after a moment's thought, deciding there was no need to get everyone tongue-tied in trying to remember to use his real name. "Kevin, you know what this means?" Zac asked grimly. "Trouble?" Kevin guessed. "Hmph...yeah, you might say that," Zac suppressed a half smile at the boy's knowing understatement. "Kevin, it means you can't go home," Justin told him softly and simply, reaching out, covering the boy's hand on the table with his own. Kevin was silent, his face a mask, even as a tear formed in the corner of one eye. He bravely wiped it away. "Too many questions..." he said softly, his voice hardly more than a whisper, yet emiting an adolescent rasp, puberty once more betraying him. "Ever..." Zac added, underscoring the seriousness of what Justin had just told their naked young friend. "For now, at least...you can't even go ashore," Matt added, standing behind them, resting his arm around his son's naked shoulders as Mike struggled to get a handle on the seriousness of their dilenma. "Probably be better if you gassed up in Freeport and headed south...Jamaica...Grand Caymans...it's unlikely they'd be looking for him there." Zac told his captain. "We'll fly to Lauderdale like nothing ever happened..." "What happens to me?" Kevin asked in dismay, his cock no longer hard, his voice now that of a frightened little boy. "How do you feel about brown hair?" Zac suggested. "Maybe a neat little moustache..." Justin smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. "You mean stay on the boat with you guys?" Kevin brightened somewhat at the prospects shaping up. Zac shrugged. "For now anyway...what else can we do? Anyone got any better ideas?" No one volunteered. "Looks like we got a new crew member, Mike," Matt hugged his son, "you're going to have to share your cabin...indefinitely it would seem." "Cool..." Mike smiled up at his dad, not at all disturbed by the idea. "Can we get him some kind of papers," Zac asked? "Passport would be hard...birth certificate maybe..." Matt suggested, "That's kind of outta might line, but Josh may have some kind of connections. He knows Jamaica...knows the streets there...so long as ya got money..." "Yes, well, whatever it takes..." Zac sighed. "Color his hair, hope he grows a foot or two the next week or two...the moustach might be a bit much..." "Maybe we could glue some hair around his dick, make him look older," Justin joked. "Mmmmm...looks like that might not be a problem," Zac observed, eyeing Kevin's sparse growth. "Don't forget to dye that too." "He's gonna need a new name," Matt suggested. "What? Another one?" Kevin objected. "Well, obviously you can't go by Danny Lovitz, and with Jason's network of friends hovering over us, Kevin wouldn't be wise, how about...uhhh..." "Darin?" Kevin suggested. "Darin? Why Darin?" Justin asked. The newly named Darin shrugged. "It's kind of sexy, short...you know, Darin, Darin, Darin, fuck me, Darin, fuck me, fuck me, fuccck me, Darin..." First Justin, then all the other hooted in laughter at "Darin's" little sexual farce. "Sounds good to me," Zac approved. "Darin it is...uhhh...Darin who?" "Uhhhhhhh...Romeo...ROW MAY OH...Darin pulled yet another "sexy" name out of the hat. "How about that?" More laughter. "Row MAY OH, Row MAY Oh, wherefore art though Row MAY oh?" Zac mimicked. "Actually, the kid may have a pretty smart idea...sounds Latino...maybe, with a name like that, we could get him a real Jamaican passport," Matt suggested, gripping Kevin tiny chin, looking his face over critically... bone structure's a bit delicate...black hair maybe instead of brown...he could use a few more pounds..." "Darin Antonio Romeo," the newly minted Latino fleshed out his new persona, "Si, si senores?" "Si, si, kid, si, si," Zac laughed approvingly.