Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 01:01:33 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 2 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story takes the form of a series of interviews with some beautiful young Boy prostitutes and their parents. It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the boys. Like my other story, Ecstasy Isle, 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. Once more, it 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 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 four to six 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. THE WORKING BOYS II A moment later Derek heard a new voice. It was a woman's voice--Dustin's mom's voice. "I brought you guys some snaks and Pepsi," Jadyn announced her presence. Derek's first impulse was to cover himself...not that he had anything handy with which to do so. Instantly he realize that any display of modesty would be fruitless, even humorous under the circumstances. Instead, he welcomed the diversion as he sat upright in the chair. His eyes widened as he realized Dustin's mother had doffed her halter top. Her breasts jutted up and out proudly, obviously no stranger to implants. "Wooooo, Derek likes my mom's tits," dustin laughed, noticing the look on Derek's face. "So what, I like your mom's tits too,' Devon laughed as he grabbed a can of Pepsi from the tray and a couple chocolate chip cookies. "How's it going, shall I prepare a bill for services rendered? Jadyn asked as she surveyed the scene. "Naw, he didn't touch us, he did all that himself," Dustin laughed. "we just put on a little show for him and got him all lathered up." "She's got a great pair of tits, don't she?" Devon eyed first Dustin's mother, then Derek. "They're not real," Dustin announced to his mother's open-mouthed dismay. "They're not?" Devon cried in genuine surprise and disappointment. "Dustin, really, can't a woman have any secrets around here?" "I gave'em to her as a Christmas present last year, ain't they great?" Derek proudly fondled his mother's sizable breasts. "The more I suck on'em the bigger they get." "Well, you don't have to go around tellin' everybody." Jadyn told her son. "I don't go around tellin' everyone you had a penis implant." "WHAT?" Dustin cried wildly. "You think a thirteen-year-old boy would naturaly have a seven inch cock?" "Eight..." Dustin corrected. "And furthermore, there's no such things as a penis implant. Besides, mom, you think Derek doesn't recognize silicone when he sees it?" "Actually they're not silicone but saline and...so what if he does," Jaydyn looked Derek over critically from head to foot, "It would appear that he doesn't much care, one way or another, by the looks of his cock...nice cock, by the way..." "Without the benefit of a penal implant," Derek noted. "And yes, Dustin, there IS such a thing as a penis...penal implant, though definitely not for horny thirteen-year-old boys and they have little or nothing to do with size." "Really?" Dustin said in disbelief. "They're used for older men who can't get a hardon...or keep it up, anyway, it's an inflatable device that..." Derek began explaining. "TMI, TMI, TMI," Dustin cried. "All I know is this fucker is 100% real and..." "Of course it is, dear, I was just getting a little payback," Jaydyn told her son. "They're hell, you know," she added as she closed the door in leaving. "You're mom is...something else...quite a woman..." Derek observed, taking the towel Devon supplied to wipe the cum from his chest. He started to sit back down to carry on, despite his nakedness. "No, over here with us, no need to be so formal," Dustin insisted as Derek somewhat skeptically relented. The two naked young boys cuddled next to him. His cock got hard...harder again. "Next question?" Devon was starting to loosen up, his boyish personality starting to emerge. He grabbed Derek's cock and started stroking it. "Err...I...forget what I was gonna...ask," Derek's mind suddenly went blank as the twelve-year-old molested him. "How about this," Dustin suggested, "Dustin, how do you feel about prostituting yourself day after day for these three years or so? I feel proud." He answered his own question. "Not many boys can do what I do and get so well paid for it? I know how beautiful I am. I can see how big my cock is. I realize my beautiful, naked, young boy-body is an instant turn-on for some men and I know how to use it all for my own benefit and to give sexual pleasure to others." "You get all that down?" Devon teased. "Err...no, not a word," Derek admitted, watching the boy's hand on his cock, sexually arousing him. "But it's on the recording thing over there." He hoped. "You ARE quite...I can't get over how incredibly beautiful you are...you both are..." Derek gushed. "Yeah, guys like boys who look like girls...from the neck up at least," Devon opened up confirming what Dustin had said earlier. "Sometimes we even put on a little mascara..." "Devon!" Dustin cried. "Don't tell all our secrets." "Dustin's wearing some now...so am I," Devon revealed. Derek only then became aware that the boys' beautiful eyes were, in fact, enhanced. "I hadn't noticed but...your eyes...it does make them even more beautiful, he turned his head, as Dustin kissed his lips quite unexpectedly. "I love compliments, don't stop," Dustin joked. "You take after your mom," Derek noted the resemblence. "I got dad's big cock," Derek pointed out, "and it keeps getting bigger and bigger every day." "Lots of exercise..." Devon pointed out. "If exercize had anything to do with it, yours would be a foot long," Dustin joked. "You don't know him, he's quite the little boy whore." "I'm sure you would know," Derek kissed Dustin, initiating the encounter himself this time and holding it for somewhat longer. "Tell me, how do you manage so many orgasms in one day, you must be pretty well drained after just three or four but...six or eight, man I'd be..." "Momma's little helpers," Devon held up a little pill bottle from the nearby endtable. "Drugs?" Derek asked in surprise as he squirmed in pleasure beneath Devon's jacking little fist. "Devon, forgodsake, don't tell him EVERYTHING!" This time there was no humor in Dustin's words. "They're kind of like Viagara on steroids," Devon shook the bottle of pinkish capsules. "Oh, they are not, they're not steroids and they're not Viagara," Dustin insisted. "Viagara makes you cock hard. These...they're called Duranol...they effect the libido and the prostate." "I beg your pardon?" Derek didn't understand. "They kind of give your cock a hair trigger, you get hard easily and then they pretty much triple or quaadruple your sexual stamina, your semon production, allowing you to cum and cum and keep cummin' all day long," Dustin explained in layman's language. They're designed for men...for young boys...boys like us, they're especially powerful, I've been taking them since the beginning and I've never once run out of cum." "And he runs around here buck naked with a hard on 24/7" Devon added. "Oh, I do not," Derek objected "Really? When was the last time you wore clothes?' Devon countered. "I wore a towel just this morning when I got out of the shower." Dustin insisted. "It's been months, probably years...he's always naked, even when he goes out on a job." "But my cocks's not always hard like you said," Devon gave up defending his nudity. "It's no wonder his mom keeps fuckin' him, with that fucker bobbin' around all the time..." "My mom's just...very sensual...highly sexual...we all are...the whole family," Dustin insisted, "No one said we're a normal all-American family...so, we fuck around a lot." "They all three sleep in the same bed," Devon opened up another family secret. "We do NOT," Dustin denied the accusation. "Okay, sometimes we...we get into a threeway, mom likes it when dad and I take turns fuckin' her but...it don't happen all that often." "Two or three times a week," Devon insisted, sounding more and more like a bratty little brother than a friend or lover. "ONCE a week, some times not even that," Dustin insisted. "I have my own bed...right here, I sleep..." "This place is just for show...to entertain guys...did you see the bed out on the terrace overlooking the ocean?" Devon suddenly changed course, jumping up. "Come on, I'll show you." He almost dragged Derek to see the oceanside sleeping pavilion." Dustin followed. "No one much sleeps out here but the customers seem to find it romantic... erotic...sexy..." "Look, it's fuckin' ROUND!" Devon pounced on it, bouncing his naked little butt across it's aqua colored satin cover, come on try it." Derek was not unaware of the little ruse Devon was using to get him into bed, but then again, he was not immune to the boy's cute, sexy little boy-body either. He sat down cautiously on the edge of the bed. "Nice..." Devon, on his knees behind Drerek, pulled him over on his back, then attacked his lips. "Mmmm, you kiss good, you're really HOT! You wanna have some boy sex? You wanna fuck me?" "Devon, he's a working stiff...he's working stiff..." Dustin had to laugh. "He's got a job to do, he didn't come over here to be seduced by some naked little boy with a cock bigger than his brain. "Okay, he can ask questions while I suck him off, how's that?" Devon's lips trailed down across Derek's chest and abdoment toward the man's upthrust cock. "You're asking a lot...I can't even THINK, much less ask questions," Derek objected, though not to strenuously. The prospect of tasting boy-sex first-hand was quite enticing. "Go ahead, ask Dustin the questions, I'll suck you off while you..." Devon swallowed Derek's cockhead whole and sank his face down almost to Derek's sparse, blond, public hair. Derek gasped in pleasure and dismay that the kid could take so much of his cock all at once. "I...uhhh...is...is he like this all the time?" Derek managed as Dustin sprawled on the bed next to them. "No, usually he's worse," Dustin joked. "I told you he was a little-boy whore...the cutest little boy-slut in town. You're seeing, and feeling why he gets six-hunderd an hour. "He's got a set of lips on him...feel the tongue action, he's one hot little cocksucker." Dustin started kissing Derek between words. "He can make me cum in about two minutes flat...even after a long, hard day...cummin'" "No, wait, I can't handle both of you, two naked boys at once...you told me what happened with someone ends up in bed with BOTH of you at once." Derek objected. "I'm too young to die!" "Okay," Dustin relented, his naked young boy-body nonetheless clinging to Derek as Devon sucked him. "Next question?" "Uhhhh...you a top or a bottom?" Derek asked the only question to pop into his sex-fogged mind. "Ohhhh fuck he's suckin' the fuck outta me!" "Either...both, in our line of work, you can't be particular," Dustin told him. "Mostly we do what we're told. Sometimes guys want us to take the initiative, but mostly we follow the golden rule." "Do unto others..." Derek began. "No, them what's got the gold make the rules," Dustin explained, rubbing his hard, throbbing young boy-cock against Derek's naked hip. "You do play acting, stuff like that?" Derek asked, his mind starting to return to the business at haand, despite the pleasure Devon's sucking lips were giving his hard, pulsating cock. "Role playing, yeah, sometimes...Greek slave is popular...prep school boy, beach boy, pizza delivery boy, one guys playes Romeo and I dress up like Juliet." Dustin went on. "You like cross-dressing, playing girls?" Derek asked, keeping one eye on the cute little boy sucking his cock. "Not so much...I don't like clothes...Devon was right about me being naked most of the time." Dustin admitted. "And the Viagara on Steroids?" Derek pursued the drug angle. "Okay, so I take drugs...one drug...Duranol, we all do...including Devon, it's how we operate efficiently. It makes us more productive." Dustin insisted. "Any side-effects?" "One or two?" Dustin admitted. "They make you horny...they make it hard NOT to have sex." "What else?' "They kind of make you...not to particular who you have sex with...like...like Devon right now. That's the Duranol working...I didn't take any today...don't need them on my day off." Dustin explained. "Devon took some so he could have lots of sex with me when he came over here today. You saw how mom was lookin' at his cock a little bit ago. I've seen that look before. She wants to get fucked." "I take it you two are both bisexual?' Derek asked. "Not really...I'm pretty much gay...I'm not sure about Devon, he seems to like Mom a lot." Dustin looked at Devon strangely as he sucked Derek's cock with incredilbe expertise. "Ohhhhh fuck, oehghehhg god, he's makin' it feel good." Derek moaned as the pleasure grew more intense. "You gonna cum? Dustin asked anxiously. "Ohhhhhhhh....fuck...not...not quite yet...ohhh god, he's fuckin' goooood." Derek gasped. "You have amazing self-control." Dustin observed, "most men...I've fucked girls some...and mom of course, but we don't get much call for straight sex...girls are okay...they're easier to get into...but...they like mushy stuff, lots of kissing and moaning and groaning and...I like boys best, no doubt about that...hard, powerful cock action, lots of talkin' dirty...that's what gets me off." "No female clients...customers?" Derek pressed him. "Yes, actually, three...two regulars...once a week...not young girls, older women...in their 20s and 30s...makes a nice break in the routine...makes me work hard for the money, lots of orgasms..." "Yours or theirs?" "Both, sometimes three, four, five times in one hour...really hot sex but...exhausting...even with the Duranol." "Guys...they have to rest and recover between cums...give me a chance to get to know them get into their heads, find out what turns them on, then use it to give them more pleasure. "You really are something of a pleasure boy, not just a prostitute." Derek realized. "Actually, most boys don't like that term...prostitute...sounds dirty...sounds feminine." Dustin told him. "Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm....I'm...AOEHGIHEIEHRHEHHGIEIGHHEHIIGH GOD, OEHGIEOHOIRH FUCK, i'M CUMMIN, i'M SHOOTIN' OHHHHH GOD, OHHHHHH FUCK, SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLS, OEHHEHHHEHH GOD, DEVON, DEVON, SUCK ME, BOY, SUCK MY COCK OFF, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, OEHGHHEHHGH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, OEHHGHEHHGH YEAH, OHHHHGHGHH FUCCCCCKKKK..." Derek suddenly orgasmed deep in Devon's sucking throat. The boy could take an incredible amount of his cock and every drop of his cum. "What took ya so long, usually you get guys off in about three minutes?' Dustin questioned his young sexual friend. "I already cummed once, not very long ago, the second time always takes longer." Derek told Dustin. "Yeah, I guess, I keep forgetting, with Duranol, you don't much notice that," Dustin agreed. "Sounds great, you suppose I could take one of those?" Derek suggested. "yeah, but I wouldn't reccommend it." Dustin told him frankly. "Why not?' Derek asked. "Where you going when you leave here?" Dustin questioned. "Ohh, I thought I'd grab a bite to eat, then go back to the office and transcribe my notes." Derek allowed. "Anyone along the way you'd like to rape?" "What?" Derek was startled by the question. "I told you...one of the side effects...especially the first time...you get really, really horny...I mean really out of your mind, gut wrenching horny." Dustin warned. "At best, you wouldn't get much typing done, you'd be in the john for the next six or eight hours jackin' off." "How was that?" Devon asked, coming up for air, smiling, cum all over his face, dripping from ear to ear. The kid was as ludicrous and he was lewd. "Incredible...you're...you're very talented...a very hot little cocksucker...really GREAT...best blowjob I've had in years!" Derek realized he sounded insincere, but really, he was merely short on words to describe the intense, prolonged, sexual pleasure the boy had just given him. "That the best you can do? I thought you were a writer...great...just great?" Devon seemed disappointed. "How about Amazing, fantastical, fabulous, obscenly beautiful, exquisitely pleasurable, really fuckin' HOT?" "You demand a lot from a guy who just barely survived the ordeal." Derek laughed, pulling the naked little boy up over his own naked body, kissing him profusely on the face. "I hope you're not gonna bill me for six-hundred dollars, you're kind of out of my price range." "My day off...I like you...this time it's free." Devon agreed. "How much you make," the boy asked suddenly? "Well...let's just say you earn more in a day than I make in a month." Derek told him truthfully. "Man, you're in the wrong fuckin' BUSINESS!" Devon exclaimed. "Well, problem is, I'm not twelve years old, hung like a young colt, nor cute as a little puppy in heat." Derek explained, hugging the boy, kissing him again and again, getting a massive does of the boy-sex he'd come to explore and write about. "Who's interviewing whom here." Derek was startled to hear a new voice, a man's voice this time. He struggle up from the bed, dislodging Devon in the process. "Uhhhh...you must be..." "Yes, Dustin's dad." The man extended his hand. Derek shook it. His own hand was damp with cum, what little Devon had missed gulping down. "Derek Chandler...I was just..." "Yes, I could see what you were...just...doing," "Dad, it was Devon, he practically attacked Derek." Dustin defended him. "Hmph...yes, I could see that too...horny little fucker...hasn't learned yet to control his sexual urges." The slender, lightly muscular man of about 40 shook his head. "I'm Doug Dillon...I talked to you on the phone, made the arrangements." "Ohhh, yes, of course, my mind is still kind of in a fog," Derek admitted. "It's been a very productive couple hours, your wife was quite hospitable, brought us milk and cookies and..." "Pepsi and cookies," Dustin corrected. "Uhhhh, yes, of course, Pepsi and cookies..." "Bare breasted too, I'm guessing." Doug guessed correctly. He was bare-breasted as well...bare...everything else too, in fact...stark naked, his cock starting to get hard. He was an impressive male specimen. Derek found himself becoming once more aroused. "You been molesting my son?" "No, no, nothing like..." Derek cried in his own behalf. "We kissed a little, that's all," Dustin once more came to his rescue. "You didn't tell us Derek Chandler was such a hot number, Dad." "Well, I've never met him before, just on the phone. He seemed nice. I must say, he looks pretty nice too." "Ut-ohhh, Dad's gettin' turned on," Dustin eyed his dad's cock as it rose up from the man's shaved groin. "Dustin, behave yourself...Mr. Chandler...Derek, it's getting late..." "Yes, I know, I think I've got what I need, I'll be...where are my clothes?" Derek looked about. "In there," Devon pointed. "No, no, I didn't mean it was time for you to make an exit, I was just going to invite you to stay for dinner, I'd like to talk over what you plan to write," the man insisted. "Oh...well..." Derek was caught off guard. H'e not expected a dinner invitation, not to mention all that might entail afterwards, in such a sexually liberated household. "Okay...I...I guess I could stay, I'd not planned on dinner but..." "Great, Devon, call you're dad, you can stay too," Doug Dillon instructed the boy. "Go tell Jadyn we'll have two guests for dinner." "Two?" Devon stared blankly. "Counting YOU..." Dustin rolled his eyes. "oh...okay...cool," Devon headed off toward the kitchen. "And don't go fuckin' around with my wife or I'll send your dad a BILL!" Doug called after the boy. "horny little fucker...sometimes he's not too bright." Dustin shook his head, watching the boy's cute little naked butt disappear around the corner toward the kitchen. "So, what do you think of my boy, he's something else, ain't he?" Doug draped his muscular arm around Derek's shoulders, walking him back inside.