Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 03:47:23 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 24 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 two or 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. THE WORKING BOYS CHAPTER 24 Derek cast a groggy glance at the bright red numbers of the alarm clock next to the bed. It read 10:04 a.m. He contemplated in his sex sotted mind what day of the week it might be. Saturday, he decided after lengthy consideration. Beside him he felt the enticing warmth of naked flesh against his own. He smiled. It was Ronon. He cuddled closer to the boy, his cock getting harder by the second. A modest amount of morning light crept into the room, casting a warm, romantic glow, perfectly attuned to that Derek felt in his loins as he lusted after the sweet little boy in his naked embrace. Of all the horny, naked men and boys plundering one another's wanton sexual pleasure the night before, it had been he with whom Ronon had chosen to spend the night. He loved this little boy more than he could ever tell, probably more than was good for either one of them, but that was a plight he and Ronon would have to face when they weren't nestled alone, naked, hard, and horny, waiting only for mutual consciousness to once more indulge their sexual needs together. The house was silent. Derek found that odd. Had all the revelers packed up and gone home before their weekend of juvenile sexual debauchery had hardly begun? Perhaps, like himself, they had simply fucked themselves into a mindless stupor now to endure a sort of sex-sated hangover likely to last well into the afternoon. "My cock's hard," Ronon murmurred, squirming his naked little boy-body closer still to Derek's as he awoke. "So's mine," Derek kissed his tiny, cute, little nose. "You make me cum then I'll make you cum," Ronon suggested. "You sure you're UP for it?" Derek questioned, slowly nudging the sheet over Ronon's slender naked loins lower and lower, gradually exposing more and more of the boy's seductive sexual beauty. "Okay, you're UP for it, no doubt about that," Derek decided as, inch by inch, he exposed Ronon's proudest possession. Five glorious, circumcised inches hovered seductively over the boy's slender, hairless loins. "Touch it," Ronon smiled over at him, knowing instinctively the man about to pleasure him sexually could not resist his gentle invitation. "Make it feel good. Make it shoot you some cum for breakfast." Derek touched him, then gently took the impressive genital organ between his fingers and stroked it, not unlike one might a tiny kitten, marveling at it's resiliance yet its delicate beauty. "I love your cock...it's so...beautiful, so smooth and sleek, so firm and warm and..." "You gonna quote poetry or you gonna fuckin' jack me off?" Ronon broke the romantic spell in which Derek had enveloped them. Derek smiled and kissed him briskly then gripped the boy's cock more firmly, commencing the ageless ritual leading to a boy's moment of supreme, sexual ecstasy. "MMMMmmmmmmm..." Ronon cooed as he snuggled closer, submerging his naked little boy-body in the growing sexual pleasure seeping in and inhabiting the depths of his sensual being. "Your hand feels good on my cock." "Your cock feels good in my hand," Derek whispered back, their lips just inches apart, their eyes focused on the slender morsel of boy-flesh that was the object of both their sexual affection. "I can't wait to see you shoot some more cum." "Devon says I taste like some kind of COW..." Ronon giggled, "Cow-a-mary..." "Whaaaaaat...?" "Squid." "Ohhhhhh, Calamari," Derek laughed softly as he jacked the boy's cock firmly but gently. "Calamari?" "I had shrimp last night before the orgy," Ronon explained. "Maybe I should have taken you down and FED you before pumping out your cum this morning," Derek joked as his hand began moving now more rapidly. "Feeling good?" "Yeah, do it to me, Derek, do it to me, make me cum, Derek, make me cum, man, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum all over BOTH of us," Ronon wiggled around next to him as Derek expertly jacked his cock. "Hold fuckin' still, kid, you'll have cum flyin' everywhere," Derek pleaded, "I don't feel like lickin' it up off the fuckin' sheets, ya know what I mean? Not THESE fuckin' sheets, not after all the action they saw last night." Justin giggled that sweet little-boy noise he made when he was happy, especially when that happiness came from the feeling of aching sexual pleasure he was feeling deep down at the base of his soaring, hard boy-cock. "Ohhhhh, fuck, Derek, you're makin' it feel good, ohh yeah, yeah, yeah, keep doin' that, keep doin' that to me like that, ohhhh god, yeah, yeah, feels good man, feels really fuckin' gooood, ohhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, I can feel it building up, feel my cum waiting to shoot out, ohhahehhhaeh god, yes, yes, yes, Derek, jack me, man, jack me off, jack me off, jack me off, jack me off, ohhh yeah, yeah, harder, faster, jack it, man, jack my cock, jack my cock, man, jack my cock off, jack my cock off, make me cum, make me cum, make me cummmmm..." "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, little boy, feel it, boy, feel the pleasure, feel the feeling, feel how good I'm makin' your cock feel, boy, ohhh yeah, I want you to feel good all over, I want you to plunge head first into the most powerful, glorious, most beautiful orgasm any sweet, lovely little boy ever felt..." "There you go again, spoutin' your fuckin' pretty words," Ronon giggled, seemingly somewhat embarrassed by the way Derek carried on when he jacked his cock. "I wanna cum, not swim through a wave of romantic words." "You getting close?" Derek questioned as he sensed the boy was hovering right on the edge. "Ohhhhhh, god so close I can taste it," Ronon trembled in his arms. "Calamari?" Derek grinned. "Shut the fuck up," Ronon giggle, "I'm ready to cum." He was in no mood for fish jokes. "Well CUM then," Derek laughed as his stroking hand on the boy's cock became a blur, "do it, kid, do it, do it, do it, shoot your cum, Ronon, I wanna see you shoot your cum up close and personal. "Go ahead, do it, do it, boy, shoot it, shoot it, shoot your cum, shoot your cum, shoot your cum..." "AAIIEIIGHEAHHEHHGHIIHHHH..." Ronon cried out. "Shhhhhhh quietly, you wanna wake the whole fuckin' HOUSE?" Derek implored as he nonetheless worked the boy's cock into a lather of spurting, then oozing boy-juices. "Shoot your cum quietly." "OOoooooOOooooOOoooooOOoooooOOOaaahhhAAAAHHHHahahahahhahhiiahhhahhah..." Ronon moaned and groaned as softly as he could through the incredible sexual ecstasy of his little-boy orgasm, 'look, look, see, I'm cumming, I'm SHOOOTING...AHEHAHH...OHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, I'M SHOOTING MY CUM...LOOK, LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM, MAN, JUST FUCKIN' LOOK at it." Actually there wasn't all that much but to the proud little boy providing it, the pale, oozing fluid looked like a gusher. "Nice one," Derek complimented him, still stroking him but more slowly now, reading on the boy's lovely face the almost painful intensity of the orgasm he was enduring, "you gonna be okay?" "I think so," Ronon gasped, his naked little boy-body still trembling and quivering involuntarily as the receding spasms of pleasure continued to wrack him, jolting him periodically as they eased. "Ohhhhhh...ahhhhhh..." he jerked as the jolts continued to startle him with their intensity. "God, you make that feel good." "So I noticed," Derek smiled down at the little boy. "Taste it now," Ronon insisted. Derek was not a great fan of cum. He could tolerate it in small doses amid the heaving, thrusting, sucking bliss of a good, hard, blowjob but but it was not something he normally craved. However Ronon's offering was, indeed, a small dose. Derek dipped his finger in a tiny puddle and brought it to his tongue. Yep. Definitely....calamari. "Okay now, my turn," Ronon enthusiastically grabbed Derek's male pleasure probe. Derek heard chimes. "What the fuck?" "Sounds like the doorbell," Ronon told him. Then they heard the sound of loud knocking. "Someone late for the orgy?" "I better go down and check, everyone else is probably zonked," Derek roused himself reluctantly. He reached for a nearby robe. It was Ronon's. It barely reached below his balls but otherwise fit reasonably well, probably several sizes too big for the boy, Derek guessed. Downstairs, the chimes and the knocking continued periodically. Derek heard someone else stirring. It was Colton, clad in boxers. "Who the fuck comes calling at...ten-thirty in the morning?" Colton complained, checking his watch. Derek followed him to the door, curious, if nothing else. Colton opened it. "Are you Collton Cox?" Outside were five men. Two appeared to be state troopers. Two others wore business suits but sported badges of some kind. The fifth man Derek recognized; it was Mario, Devon's friend, and Derek's former lover dressed in his slightly too tight duty uniform. "Who wants to know," Colton demanded, a hint of defiance in his voice. "Colton Cox, we have a warrant for your arrest," one of the troopers informed him. "What?" Derek gasped. "Stay out of this, Derek," Mario warned. "You've got to be kidding," Colton's mouth hung open. "Let me see it. What charges?" "We'll discuss that later, now if you'll just come with us, we can make this nice and civilized or we can get as rough as you'd like," one of the men in suits warned. Derek peered at the man's badge. "Federal marshalls?" "Federal charges," Mario told him almost confidentially. "What charges, I haven't broken any laws," Colton nonetheless extended his wrists as handcuffs were clamped on first one, then spinning him around the second. "Wait, what about my clothes, can't I at least..." "Where you're going you won't be needing any..." one of the troopers began. "We'll take care of supplying you something to wear," the other one informed Colton as they led him down the steps to the beach. Mario lingered behind. "I have a search warrant, can we step inside?" He produced a folded document. "Mario, what the fuck's going on here?" Derek asked his old fuck-buddy as he closed the door and followed the man into the living room. "Hmmmm...looks pretty clean to me," Mario looked about the room. It looked anything BUT clean but by coincidence there didn't happen to be any naked men or boys sprawled about the room at the moment. Mario pocketed the document. "Mind telling me what this is all about?" Derek demanded. "It would seem your rich friend is in some pretty deep shit," Mario began. "And I wouldn't be surprised if there's plenty of it to go around. "Whad'ya mean?" Derek asked warily. "You flew in here yesterday afternoon, right?" Mario asked. "Yes, why?" "By jet, into Miami? "Yeah, then by chopper up here," Derek offered. "Notice anything peculiar about the plane?" Mario asked. "It was BIG," Derek replied blandly. "Colton said he was bringing it over to be refurbished." "Well, I'm not privy to all the details but as near as I can gather it has something to do with some...artwork...on the walls..." "Art..." Derek's eyes grew wide, "...work...hooo my goddddddd..." "It would seem you know more about this than I do," Mario smiled. Derek breathed deeply. Mario had been right. Colton was knee deep and sinking fast. "It's an ancient 727, his father's. It would seem the old man ran something of a flying bordello specializing in..." Derek looked about wondering if anyone else in the house was up and stumbling around naked. "I don't have to tell you what he specialized in," Derek went on, knowing Mario so well they could communicate without words almost. "And the art work...reflected his...specialized interest." "What's all the fuckin' commotion about, can't a guy get any sleep around here?" Zac staggered in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was stark naked. Mario did something of a double take, instantly recognizing the face and body. "Zac, this is an old friend of mine from high school days, Mario Stanza, a member of Benton Beach's finest," Derek introduced them. "And I don't have to tell you who THIS is," he nodded toward the naked actor. "Sorry I'm not dressed appropriately," Zac joked as the two men shook hands and Zac mentally undressed the officer." If I'd known you were coming I'd have at least put on a condom." "Zac, they just arrested Colton," Derek interrupted the flow of lustful leers passing between the two men. "My god, they RAIDED the place?!" Zac cried in horror. "Not quite," Derek said nervously, "though I guess we're lucky some guy didn't come running down the stairs chasing a naked young boy right into their waiting arms." "Yes, I might have had to...I don't want to think about it," Mario sighed, rolling his eye in dismay. "Still, you guys are not out of the woods, so to speak." "Why's that?" Derek asked anxiously. "Right now the feds are only interested in your illustrious friend, but once this shit hits the street," Mario paused, wondering just how much he should divulge. "Derek, your piece...your series in the Blade...it's rather opague...tabuloid fodder...sorry, no offense...but..." "Once word gets out the mighty Colton Cox was arrested in Benton Beach," Zac was well ahead of them both, "it's not going to take a genius to figure out THIS is the place the illustrious Derek Chandler were writing about; and when that happens..." "All hell's gonna break loose in this town." Mario finished Zac's thought. "The news media will pick this place apart... The uproar may even put Colton Cox on page two." "Hoooooo shiiiitttt..." Derek groaned, the full implications of the evolving situation starting to sink in. There were chimes, again. "Hooooo shit, they're back," Zac scrambled to make himself scarce. Derek steeled himself as he headed for the door. Slowly he opened it. "IS RONON HERE?" "HOOOO FUCK," Derek breathed in relief, then slumped in dispair. It was Doreen Parker. The last thing in the world he needed at a time like this was to joust with Doreen. "Mario? What the hell're YOU doing here?" Doreen barged in, eyeing the friendly, neighborhood officer of the law. "Don't answer that, Mario," Derek quickly interjected. Doreen was going to be a handful as it was. He didn't need the bitch in a panic over her son. "Who was that half-naked guy I saw the cops hauling off back there?" Doreen demanded loudly. "RONON, ARE YOU HERE?!" she peered about, calling up the stairs. "What'd the cops do RAID this place?" "You think we'd all be just standing around here with our thumbs up our ass if they had?" Derek headed Doreen off before she could bolt up the stairs in search of her son. Derek heard his cell phone chirping. Frantically he searched among the rubble for his shirt. "Hello?" "Derek, can you talk?" It was Doug Dillon. "Well, things are a bit turmoiled here at the moment, but I guess so," Derek told him, keeping one eye on Doreen while pacing nervously, hoping the whole gaggle of naked men and boys wouldn't suddenly descend upon them from above. "That's a good word for it," Doug told him. "I just heard. They didn't arrest you, did they? ...or Dustin? ...you guys alright?" the nervous father asked breathlessly. "For the moment," Derek reported, more worried about what the unpredictable Ms. Parker might do next than anything else. "For the moment" meant that for the moment, she seemed more interested in the handsome officer Stanza than her long lost son. "A couple U.S. Marshalls were here with a couple staties and...and Mario, thank god..." Derek filled him in. "They carted off Colton Cox in handcuffs. Mario's still here. Right now he's fending off our friend Ms. Parker, who somehow heard her son might be in town and appears set on paying him a motherly visit." Doug laughed at Derek's description of his distressing circumstances. "So I heard." "The news travels fast," Derek marveled. "This ain't good," Doug said bluntly. "That's largely what we were deciding as well," Derek agreed. "Is Dustin okay?" "Sleepin' like a babe." Derek smiled, recalling their lovemaking from the night before. "He put in a long night's work but...I wouldn't be surprised if he gets off early,though, now that the shit's hitting the fan...or about to." "What's the deal with Cox?" Doug asked. "I guess you'd say it has to do with his art collection," Derek spoke circumspectly. "Listen, I think I should get back to the office, I'll bring Dustin over on the way." "NO!" Doug suddenly interjected. "Huh?" Derek reacted dumbly. "We're packing," Doug informed him. "You're what?" "Deserting a sinking ship," Doug told him. "Listen, Derek, I'm gonna ask you a big favor...a HUGE favor..." "What kind of favor?" Derek asked warily. "A HUGE, HUGE favor," Doug repeated, "and I think I should warn you, it could get you locked up for life if you screw it up." "Locked up..." Derek replayed his key words. "After what you've written..." "I know, I know, this place will never be the same again...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to monkey-wrench the whole town's economy," Derek and the others had already been over that territory. "Derek, I'm not the only one heading for the hills," Doug continued. "If the other parents haven't taken flight already, they will, soon as they put two and two together." "I suppose..." Derek followed him up to a point. "How many working boys you got there?" Doug asked anxiously. "Uhhhh...six...no...eight I think...hell, I don't know, my mind's kind of smashed after last night...the joint was like a kindergarten reunion; you should see this place..." Derek looked about, now growing more nervous. Doreen Parker was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Mario. That was probably a good sign. He breathed easier. "Derek, listen to me," Doug paused for effect. "I don't care how you do it...I don't know how you CAN do it, but you gotta get those boys...every last hard cock'n balls one of'em out of town." "WHAT?!!" Derek reacted in disbelief. "How'my gonna...WHY?" "Derek, you're a reporter, let me ask you," Doug continued. "You get the news about Cox gettin' nabbed in Benton Beach. You suspect he's a dirty old...okay, not so old...man playin' around with the little kiddies you read about in the Gay Blade. The first thing you do is hightail it off to Benton Beach to check it out. Who ya gonna talk to?" Derek was silent as Doug's point settled into his still foggy brain. "Every cute, young, pretty-boy I can lay my eyes on," he sighed in dismay. "Bingo!" Doug tallied Derek's correct response. "Okay, that's WHY, but...Doug how the fuck am I supposed to get eight or ten horny young boys outta town without..." "Derek, there's this loudmouthed bitch upstairs..." Zac came down the stairs, interrupting him. This time he was fully dressed, looking every inch the playboy mariner complete with jaunty white captain's cap. "She claims she'd Ronon's mother and she's raisin' all kinds of hell up there. Derek was nearly overwhelmed. Why was everyone suddenly laying it all on HIM? What'd HE do to deserve all this? "This fuckin' bitch claims we're holding her son hostage," Zac pitch rose with his growing panic. "Darin and Mike will sue the SHIT outta me if I lose the pretty little boy toy they let me borrow for the weekend." "Doug...I..." Derek stammered, "Doug, I'm going to have to call you back, something's come up here and...and...hmmmmmmm...you know what? Maybe...just maybe...I may just be able to...listen, hang on to your phone, I'll have to call you back."