Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 00:48:49 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 6 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 Chapter 6 "Hi." Derek once more greeted the young boy nervously, sitting down in a nearby lounge chair now that they were alone. "Hi," Ronon greeted him back, setting down primly in the seat next to Derek's, smiling nervously, again nearly melting Derek into the carpet. They'd all been right. Derek felt himself falling in love with the boy whom he'd only met a couple minutes earlier and to whom he hadn't spoken more than a dozen words. "How old are you, Ronon?" Derek began. "Eleven," the boy replied. There was a musical quality to his delicate, sweet voice. "I just had a birthday last week." "You look much younger," Derek told him. "Thank you, lots of guys tell me that," Ronon told him softly. Even his voice sounded like that of a girl at times. "You been with lots of guys?" Derek asked discretely. "A few," Ronon admitted, clearly understanding Derek's unspoken implication. "I suppose they've all told you how incredibly...beautiful...you are too," Derek continued, totally captivated by the boy's apparent innocense yet knowing full well the kid was anything but. "A few," Rono repeated, chosing his words carefully. Derek suspected the boy had never been interviewed before. He shook his head in dismay. No boy should be so sweet, so beautful, so incredibly sexy. "How long have you and Devon been...sexual?" "I guess..." Ronan paused, thinking back, "two or three years now." "Since you were seven or eight?" Derek blinked in surpised. "I forget," Ronan confessed, squirming a little in his seat, clearly starting to become uncomfortable. "Do questions like this bother you?" Derek asked anxiously. "No," Ronan replied softly. "What bothers me...are these tight jeans, pinches my...penis," he confessed. "You can take them off if you like," Derek suggested, not sure if he was hoping the boy would or wouldn't. "I don't mind." Smiling in relief, Ronon stood up, unzipped his low-rise faded jeans, and literally peeled them of his nubile little boy body. Just as Derek suspected, the boy wore no underwear. Derek blinked in disbelief as he saw the reason behind the boy's discomfort. Ronon's cock instantly hardened into a hairless five inches, nearly matching Devon's. "My goddddd..." Derek couldn't help muttering under his breath as the boy completed the picture of pre-pubic lovliness by also peeling off his shirt. Ronan smiled, seeming slightly embarrassed as he left his clothes on the floor at his now bare feet and seated himself back in the chair, pulling one foot up into the seat thereby making sure Derek had a clear, unobstructed view of his impressively hard cock. "That feels better," he sighed. Now Derek's jeans were starting to pinch his 'penis' as well, but he knew better than to get naked as Ronon had if he wanted to conduct much of an interview with the boy. "Do you enjoy being naked." "It's okay," Ronon smiled, a non-commital answer if there ever was one. "You seem so natural, are you naked like this often?" Derek asked. "Ummmm...yeah, I guess," Ronon considered, "whenever it's not inappropriate." "I can't help wondering, are you...conscious...of just how...how beautiful you are...for a boy, I mean..." Derek had to ask. "I guess..." Ronon confessed, "I mean...I don't stand around looking at myself in the mirror all the time but...I enjoy when men and boys, even girls, look at me and smile and...you know...want to touch me and stuff." "Do you like to be...touched?" Derek asked, taking notes, not trusting his recorder to capture all he was seeing and feeling at the moment. "Yes..." Ronon again smiled broadly. Derek nearly slid out of his chair. "Fuuck," he murmurred. "What?" Ronon asked. "I said...never mind..." Derek replied, embarrassed. He rearranged his rock hard cock in his pants as inobtrusively as he could but the look on Ronon's face told him the boy was very much aware of the effect he was having on him. "You said, Fuuck..." Ronon repeated his words. "What did you mean?" Derek wasn't used to being questioned himself during an interview by what appeared to be a very sharp little boy as well as agonizingly cute. "I'm sorry...it was just...just a kind of gut reaction...I must confess, I find you extremely attractive sexually." There, he'd said it. Ronon smiled. "You're very attractive too." Derek's cramped cock hurt like hell but still he refused to join the boy in his nudity. "Ronon, does it bother you that your best friend is in there having sex with your mother?" To Derek's surprise, the question seemed to embarrass Ronon a little. He smiled self-consciously. "No," he said simply. "My mom likes sex. So does Devon. If they get together and make each other feel good..." "Do YOU like sex?" Derek asked him gently. This time there was no embarrassment. "Sure," Ronon replied. "It feels good." "You and your mom ever have sex?" Derek asked the one question that had intrigued him most about the boy and his mother. "I sleep with her sometimes but..." Ronon admitted. "Naked?" Derek pressed the boy. "Yes," Ronon admitted. "BOTH of you?" "Yes," Ronon answered politely, answering clearly and honestly, if not exactly volunteering anything. "She doesn't..." "Fuck me?" Ronon finished his thought. "No...she likes young boys but she doesn't think it's right to do it with me." "No sex at all?" Derek found that hard to believe. "Is jackin' off sex?" Ronon questioned. "I'd say so," Derek replied. "She jack you off?" "Yes," Ronon told him, his voice soft and serious. "And do you masturbate her?" Derek continued. "What's masturbate mean?" Derek was set back on his heels with that response. "Do you ever...use your fingers...in her vagina and give her pleasure?" "Vagina?" Unless the kid was putting him on, he was amost unbelievably innocent in some respects. "Her cunt? Is that the right word?" "Yes," Ronon smiled, indicating Derek was once more on the right wave length with him. "She has a vibrator, I use it on her cunt." Derek took a deep breath and shook his head. Strange situation he decided. "Devon said you two were...first cousins?" "On my dad's side." Ronon confirmed. "Devon's dad and my dad are brothers. My dad and mom are divorced." No doubt, Derek thought to himself. "Your dad and Devon's dad still...uhh...friends?" Derek wasn't sure how to put it. "Well...a little more than friends, really, they..." Ronon began. "Gay?" Derek guessed. Ronon nodded. "I see." Derek had guessed right. "And how do YOU fit into all this...your father and your uncle...Devon's dad?" "Sexually?" Ronon asked. "Sexually, whatever?" Derek wasn't shocked but somewhat surprised at the boy's reaction. "They both like me to fuck them," Ronon dropped a bombshell. "Really?" Derek didn't try to conceal his surprise. "And do you...LIKE fucking them?" "It's okay," Ronon recounted. "I like it with Devon better, though." "That's not surprising, I guess, you two being about the same age," Derek suggested. "Devon's a lot of fun," Ronon added on his own, almost gleeful. "Yes, I...I can vouch for that," Derek smiled lovingly at the tiny boy lounging completly naked and hard not three feet from him. Ronon was kind of half-heartedly stroking his circumcised boy-cock. "You and Devon fuck?" Ronon did some more questioning on his own. "Yes," Derek adopted Ronon's plain-spoken honesty. "He's very sexually talented...for his age." "You gonna...have sex with me?" Ronon asked softly, his voice so sweetly beautiful Derek had the urge to cry. "Do you WANT us to have sex?" Derek added, recovering his wits a little from the boy's unexpected query? "Lots of guys like to suck my cock...or jack me off," Ronon reacted. "I got naked, I figured you'd..." Derek was completely taken aback. So, the kid had been trying all along to seduce him; the "pinching my penis" bit had all been a ruse. Derek guessed the sweet and innocent bit was also an act. He was torn. Half of him wanted to take the beautiful, young, naked little boy in his arms and completely devour him. The other half found it all too easy. He didn't much like to be manipulated, especially by a horny little street-smart kid masquerading as an innocent child of ten or eleven. Suddenly, from the bedroom came a loud, hoarse, wail of what sounded like excruciating pain. "They're done," Ronon said, looking around, expecting his naked mother to rejoin them any second. "Musta been quite an orgasm?" Derek smiled, the words coming out of his mouth he'd intended to be merely words spoken to himself. "She always sounds like that," Ronon confided. "Tell me, Ronon, how often does she come over here?" "Every Saturday morning...she calls it HER fucking lesson, just before MINE." Ronon explaining, loosening up somewhat as he began to realize Derek had not come over to rape him, also that his sweet and innocent act had been fruitless. "That's convenient," Derek laughed. "She'd come over every DAY but it cost too much." Ronon went on. "I think he said something about seven-hundred an hour?" Derek recalled from Devon's earlier boast. "Usually eight, but Devon gives her a discount," Ronon divulged. "Only five..." "Family discount..." Derek smiled. Ronon looked at him questioningly. Even though he looked much younger, once Derek started getting to know him, he actually seemed older than he was, except for when the boy's mind sometimes slipped back into its eleven-year-old mode. "She IS his aunt, after all," Derek explained. "Even at five-hundred, I can see how it might get expensive," Derek smiled, unable to keep one off his face every time he even LOOKED at the beautiful young boy sprawling so seductively naked and hard there in the next chair. "Your turn, kid," Doreen Parker came out briskly, completely naked and looking somewhat the worse for wear. "Gotta go," Ronon told Derek almost apologetically. "You're still DRESSED?" Doreen reacted as she watched her naked young son disappear behind the impressive bedroom double doors. "God, the kid must be slippin'" "No, he's quite the sweet little seducer," Derek admitted, "it's just that...I had my first taste of Duranol last night and I've not quite been the same since...if you know what I mean." Doreen stood there before him bare feet firmly planted, her shaven cunt literally dripping this time. "I want you to fuck me," she told him with shocking bluntness. "You said you were gay, you ever...you know, try women just for a change of pace?" "Actually, I'm bi," Derek told her, not daring to move an inch. "And yes, I have...part of the reason I'm rather short on libido now, I might add." "I'm not sure just what 'libido' means but...come on, get naked, I want your cock in my cunt." Doreen told him obscenely, making her intentions exquisitely clear. Then, without warning, she fell to her knees in front of him and began deftly attacking his belt, then his zipper. "Mmmm...commando...nice choice of underwear, I just love brief's." She jerked his shorts suddenly and relieved him of them with a move that left Derek's head swimming and his hard, throbbing man-cock at twelve o'clock high. "The briefer the better, and man, yours appear to be about as brief as they come...or CUM," she added, driving home her point. "Didn't you and Devon just..." Derek's words hadn't cleared his teeth before he felt her go down on his cock. Mentarily Doreen lifted her head from Derek's soaring hardness. "I'm a heart-healthy horny young slut...I need all the sex I can get...and GET all the sex I need; and right now I need this fuckin' cock." Having lubricated it with her oral minstrations, Dorene suddenly slipped astradle Derek' slender hips and not so slender cock, letting out a loud cry of naked sexual joy as she expertly slipped it into her, savoring every inch as it glided in deeper and deeper unti they were quite literally 'joined at the hip.' "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she sighed as she sqirmed around wantonly on his pleasure prong, finishing the job of completely undressing him as they fucked. "God, you're something fuckin' ELSE!" Derek sighed as he began to flex his cock up into her from where he sat. He recalled Doug's description of her as a cross between Mrs. Brady and Gypsy Rose Lee. He wasn't wrong. "You like my cunt?" Doreen teased him as she fucked wildly, bouncing up and down on his seven-inch cock. "Best cunt I ever fucked..." Derek smiled insincerely, though his words weren't far from the truth in that he'd not fucked all that many cunts in his sheltered sexual life. "You want a quickie or a marathon?" Doreen panted as she really fucked him hard. "Do I have a choice?" "Fuck no, I need another orgasm...and I have the feeling after seeing and talking to my cute little naked boy in there, you need one too," Doreen guessed. Derek didn't want to admit it but she'd guessed exactly right. "Ohhhhhhhfucccckkkkk fuckkkkk....fucccckkk, you're fuckin' good, lady." Derek complimented her. Doreen laughed, "thanks, and don't call me lady," She insisted. "Bitch?" Derek tried again. "Better," Doreen fucked him, "Usually it's fuckin' bitch but that's close enough. Ohhhhh shiiit, I love your cock, man, so big and..." "Especially after Devon's?" Derek read between the lines. "Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhhnnnngggh...something like that," Doreen punctuated each downward thrust. "You musta been about...eighteen or so when you got pregnant with Ronon..." Derek might be getting fucked flat out, but he was still a reporter. "Fifteen...lost my virginity the night I got pregnant," Doreen cranked up the pace as she spoke. "Fuck me, fucker, fuck the living shit outta me, man, I want your cock, I wanna feel it, man, really wanna feeeeell it, feeeeeeelll it, feeeeell it." "Twenty-five?" Derek did the math. "Hey, watch your mouth, you think I look older?" Doreen suddenly became sensitive. "I didn't say that...OOhhhhhh fuck..." Derek reacted to her sudden vengeance on his cock, giving him an incredible jolt of pure sexual pleasure. "I heard what you said...and how you said it," Doreen seemed to fuck still harder and better when she was angry, though this was hardly more than a quick spat. "So, you got married at 15 and..." Derek sought to continue the interview despite his sexual activities. It wasn't easy. "Who said anything about married," Dorene shot back. "I think I remember Ronon saying something to that effect..." Derek told her. "He tells people that...he wants very much to be normal...to be like every other boy..." Doreen sighed as she fucked Derek harder and harder with every thrust. "Despite the fact he's ungodly beautiful, hung like a small horse, and has a fuckin' bitch for a mother." "So, Devon and Ronon are biological cousins but not exactly LEGAL cousins, is that right?" "Something like that, sure," Doreen admitted. "Say, you think we might just FUCK each other instead of all these questions, I can't cum thinkin' about a bunch of stuff don't make no difference about anyway." "Sure, just promise me an interview after our orgasms, okay?" Derek made a counter proposal, starting to get the feeling Doreen probably wasn't the brightest star in the big dipper. "Deal..." Doreen agreed. "So, fuck me..." Derek urged, lying back, enjoying the feeling in his cock of getting fucked and by someone who knew how! "Ohhhhh, no, I ain't doin' all the work, man, you gotta fuck me back," Doreen insisted, her firm, luscious breasts bouncing in time with Derek's upward pelvic thrusts. He reached up, gripping them massaging them. Devon had been right. They really were quite real, nothing like Jadyn's sculpted mammaries. "Ohhhhh, fucccckkk...fuccckkkk...fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...Derek, is it?" Doreen was fucking the hell out of his cock but couldn't remember his name. "God, you're HOT!" Derek gasped as his cock started reacting violently to what she was doing to him, his orgasm growing closer and closer by the second. "Damned fuckkin' right I'm hot, hotter'n anything you ever fucked before, right?" Doreen went fishing for compliments. "My experience with...OHHHHHAHHHEHHH fuuucccckkkk...the female sex is somewhat...aheigiehaeirhghehghhghghehhahehhg," Derek could hardly breathe, much less talk or think, his cock was taking such a sexual thrashing inside her hyperactive cunt. "My god, you ain't no VIRGIN are you?" Doreen laughed. "Does it FEEL like I'm a virgin?" Derek punctuated his question with a frantic series of powerful, driving thrusts of his cock inside her. "Whoooooo, ride'em cowboy,ooehghehhaehiioehoweeeeeeee...no I guess not, but you fuckin' SOUND like one," Doreen cried as she thoroughly enjoyed Derek's cock. "How cum you didn't mollest my boy when you had the chance?" "Now who's fuckin' talkin' too much?" Derek gasped as his orgasm nearly overtook him. Moreover, her question was one he'd been asking himself. He'd not arrived at an adequate response. "I'm fuckin' ready when YOU are, let's cum," Doreen was growing impatient. "AIEIIGHEAEIROHEOHEHREHHGHHGGH EOOEHOIGHEIHIRIRIEHGHH..L.EIGHEHIAHEROIHGOEIHIEHGHGHHAH...OHHEHGHEHHGHG FUCCCCKKKK..." Derek shot his cum hard and deep and repeatedly, a good six or eight spurts. Doreen let out the same bellowing wail Derek had heard before. Her son had been right. "AEIGHEAOEIRHOEIHAHEIIGHH... AWIIHEAHEHHEHHAHHHAHWHHWHWHWHHWHWWWWHHH...EIGBHEOAIERHHHGHEHGHHHGHHAHHGEIIIGHHHAHH...EIGHHAHEHHEHHRHGIEIIGHHGHHGHHH... EIIGEHAHAAHHEHHEEHHGHEHGHHGAOEIIGHGHHHH..." no words, just this ungodly wail. Derek found it unnerving. "AWEEWWEIIGHEAHEHRHHGHEHIAIIIIEIEGHHHHHHHGHIII...IEHGHEHAEHHHIIHGHEHHGHGHHHHH..." He tried to imitate it as he continued his orgasmic ejaculation. Doreen seemed stunned at first, the broke down in wanton laughter, even as her hot cun continued to milk Derek's cock of every last drop of cum. "I know, Ronon hates it when I do that...I think it scares him a little, knowing he can give his mother such incredible sexual pleasure." "You fuck him?" Derek asked, trying to confirm Ronon's story. "Fuck nooooo..." Doreen recoiled as she settled down a little, still deeply impaled on Derek's cock. "I'm a slut, but I'm not...what'd he tell you? He tell you I fucked him?" "No, in fact he made it a point to tell me you DIDN'T," Derek smiled up at her. "I think the term motherfucker kind of puts him off," "Hmmmm...yes, well, puts ME off...now his dad...incest don't bother him one fuckin' little bit but..." Doreen rambled on. "You have any contact with his dad?" Derek probed. "Do I still fuck him? Shit no...Ronon does though, daily almost." Doreen ranted a little. "How do you feel about that?" Derek asked, realizing he was starting to sound like Doctor Phil. "I don't much LIKE it, but...what the hell, it's HIS cock, he's eleven years old now..." "I take it his DAD likes it," Derek smiled to himself as he watched the momentary changes of expression on Doreen's face as he asked questions she obviously wasn't comfortable answering, yet seemed unable to NOT answer. She was quite the talker. "BOTH of them, Ronon's dad and Devon's both, they use poor Ronon like their own private little FUCK toy," Doreen complained. "They'd be fuckin' HIM too if he wasn't so little and they weren't so fuckin' BIG." "How big?" Derek asked "BIG!! Ten at least..." She suddenly seemed wistful. "Are you sure Devon and Ronon aren't BROTHERS...half brothers?" Derek asked instinctively. Doreen seemed genuinely shocked by Derek's words, and momentarily speechless as well. "God you're good," she suddenly gushed, "not just your fuckin' COCK, you really ARE a reporter." "You thought I came over here just to molest your son?" Derek asked perceptively. "Something like that..." Doreen admitted as she suddenly roused herself from his cock and stood off, contemplating Derek's nakedness. "You didn't answer my other question?" Derek reminded her. She was silent, her back now turned. "You promised me an interview if we fucked," Derek further reminded her. "I never told anyone this..." "You're NOT sure?" Derek guessed. "No, I'm sure, alright," Doreen paused, unsure if she wanted to go on. Derek waited. "They ARE brothers...half...you know...like you said," Doreen confessed. "How'd you guess?" "The resemblence..." Derek told her softly, "damned near identical cocks." "Promise you won't tell no one...especially not Ronon," Doreen begged, her voice just short of a sob. "No one else knows?" Derek questioned. Doreen shook her head, in tears, her voice no longer her friend. Derek stood, reaching around from behind, holding her in his arms, feeling the warm wetness of her sexual juices between them. "Your secret's safe," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck.