Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2012 16:53:22 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 8 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 8 Derek Chandler was more than a little taken aback when he received an e-mail several days later from Doreen Parker: "Hey, Hotcock! Want some hot food, and hot sex with me and my boy? My treat! They Pirates of the Caribbean are coming over to inspect the merchandise. I want you here. I trust you. I could use a good hard fuck, too, but that goes without saying. Ronon likes you too. He thinks you're HOT. He won't admit it, but I think he'd like to fuck your ass. Be here tomorrow night, come early stay late. I'm pulling out all the stops, macaroni and cheese! Just kidding...maybe chicken...for all the chicken hawks. No jackin' off for you tonight, I want you to save up all your cum for me! Let me know, so I'll know how much KFC to get.--Doreen" Derek reread the words on his screen shaking his head in dismay. Their fantasy "pillow-talk" was turning into reality. "Huh..." he grunted in amusement, then he hit "reply." "Are you serious?" He stared at the words, unsure what to say. Then he deleted them. It was a stupid question. He knew Doreen well enough, even after just one encounter, to know she definitely WAS serious. Instead, he typed: "How early, how late?" Below that, as an afterthought he typed, "I love chicken, especially YOURS, but I'm also fond of breasts, too." He wasn't sure if Doreen thought it wise to speak in code or if she was just being cute, perhaps both. He started getting hard, just thinking about it. "What's the dress code?" he added, then typed his new nickname "Hotcock." He thought long and hard, wondering what he was letting himself in for. Ronon's sweet, smiling face, his slender little naked boy-body, and incredible, hairless hard boy-cock passed before his eyes, then the lingering memory of kissing the young boy's beautiful delicate lips pushed him over the edge. He clicked "send." Staring now at his desktop screen, Derek suddenly realized, he didn't know where the hell Doreen and Ronon lived? He started to send her a follow-up e-mail, then picked up the phone instead. A man answered. "Doug? Derek Chandler here, how's it goin'?" Doug: "Hey, dude, not bad, how's it hangin'? You recover from the Duranol okay?" "Pretty much so," Derek told him, "still some lingering after effects, still get a hardon just thinking about last weekend but..." Doug: "I know the feeling. Just let me know if you want me to get your prescription refilled, twenty dollars a pop." Derek almost choked. "Oh, no, that's okay, too rich for my blood...and my heart...also my head, my cock and probably a dozen other bodily functions," he joked. "No, the reason I called, I just got an e-mail from a friend of yours, a certain Mrs. Parker?" Doug: "DOREEN?" (laughter) "She wanting an encore?" "You heard about that?" Derek laughed, not at all surprised. "Actually, she does, but that's not the reason I called." Doug: "You sure you don't need some Duranol, that's one hot motherfuckin' bitch, you're gonna need all the help you can get!" "Probably so," Derek admitting, joining Doug in his amusement. "Actually, it's more serious than that. You remember talking about...what should I say...leasing arrangements?" There was a pause at the other end. Doug: "Yes." "Well, it seems our good friend Mrs. P is contemplating just such a financial transaction." Derek reported. Doug: "Seriously?" "Very," Derek continued. "She's got some...friends...coming over to dinner tomorrow night. They're negotiating." Doug: "Ohhhhh, shitttt." "NO Shit." Derek corrected him. "Coming over to 'inspect the merchandise,' as she put it." Doug: "What is he ten or something?" "Eleven, I think," Derek noted for the record. Doug: "Greedy fuckin' bitch..." "They want a...test drive?" Derek informed him. Doug: "A WHAT?!!" "A weekend on their boat in the Caribbean," Derek filled him in on the details. "Two guys...young...early twenties...the name Romeo...Ro-MAY-o...mean anything to you?" Again there was silence on the other end for so long Derek thought for a moment he might have lost the connection. Doug: "Yeah, I know him." "What do you know of him?" Derek probed. Doug: "Money...good looking...show biz connections, gay, of course. Didn't know he was into...such...what was the word you used? Merchandise?" "Her word," Derek ammended. "Can he be trusted?" Doug: "Trusted? Hell, I don't know...never met him...friend of...of Zac...Zac whatzisname...you know...probably his boat, in fact." "He pimpin' for Zac?" Derek's reporter instincts were sparked. Doug: "Fuck, I suppose that's a possibility. You hot on a story?" Derek laughed, "You don't know the HALF of it." Doug, laughing: "You and Doreen got this thing goin'? I thought you were gay?" Derek laughed harder. "More bi than I thought, I guess," he confessed. Doug: "Well, Doreen's one hell of a hot fuck, that's for sure, but fuckin' crazy as alley cat in a garbage can, watch yourself." "No actually, it's not that," Derek paused, unsure how to go on. "It seems Ro-MAY-o and his Juliet want to...you know...like I said, and, well, Doreen doesn't TRUST them." Doug: "Well, she may be a case of nuts, but her instincts are right on the money...she's been in this thing long enough to know which side her bread's buttered on." "Yes, well, she wants ME to go along as a...chaperone," Derek said the word softly. Doug: "No shit?" "To make sure she gets her...merchandise back in one piece," Derek explained. Doug: "How much she askin'?" Derek took a deep breath, "hundred, maybe two, somewhere in that range." Doug: "I've seen the merchandise...again, she's right on the money...worth every penny." "Yeah, well, that's kind of beside the point, what I want to know is will I get back in one piece?" Derek found his bottom line. Doug, laughing: "How old are you?" "What? Twenty-two, why?" Derek reacted in surprise. Doug: "Probably too old for their tastes." "Hey, thanks a LOT," Derek laughed. Doug: "Listen, Derek, I won't say your concerns are unfounded, but you've been around, you're getting some insight into all this, you're no...babe in the woods...if you know what I mean. Trust your instincts. Doreen's smart to lay this on you...I know, you're kind of out of your safety zone on this but...I'm sure she needs the money...hell, she'll fuckin' go ape-shit with that much money, but...there's someone else involved in this too, right?" Once more Derek took a deep breath before he spoke as visions of Ronon's sweet, little-boy loveliness flashed before his eyes. "Yes..." Doug: "And he really wants this?" "Yes...I think he does," Derek admitted. "He's so young...he's not cut out for one night stands...he needs the security of knowing where his next fuck's coming from." Doug: "Oh, god, I hope not, he's..." "No, no, that's not what I meant...that's why Doreen wants me there, to make sure they don't..." Doug: "And you're wondering if you're up to the task?" "Something like that," Derek admitted lamely. Doug: "You sampled the...merchandise youself?" "Not really," Derek told him honestly. Doug: "Not really? What the fuck's that suppose to mean? No, no, don't tell me, I don't wanna know." "Well?" Derek's mind still wasn't at ease. Doug: "Well what?" "What should I do?" Derek sighed. Doug: "Hell, I'd say, go for it. Fuck, if nothing else you'll get a good story outta this...maybe a juicy scandal. You into juicy scandals?" "Not in THIS trade I'm not...too close to home...a scandal too hot to handle," Derek worried in rhyme. Doug: "Get to know them...you're a pretty keen judge of character...being a reporter and all. Tell Doreen to insist on a deposit and...hey, I think it might be a good idea to take along your little plaything...that recording thingie you had." "Good advice," Derek smiled to himself, "wish I'd thought of that." Doug: "Stay sharp and...call me, let me know what happens. Hell, bring the recorder over, I'd like to hear all the juicy parts too...Dustin, I'm sure, would love to join us." "Dustin?" Derek's mouth watered. "Sure, okay...OHHHH...Doug, I almost forgot why I called. Where the fuck does she live?" Doug: "222 Hill Park Drive, Apartment 3...uhhh..go up the back stairs." "The back stairs?" Derek repeated in surprise. Doug: "Don't ask fuckin' questions, just DO it." "Okay...right..." Derek replied, mystified. "I'll get back with you." Doug: "And don't jack off tonight." Derek laughed and hung up. Where had he heard THAT before. Derek deliberately parked the Prius about a block away. He checked his watch. It was a little after three. Doreen had said to come early and stay late. she never did telll him HOW early or HOW late. He cut down an alley to another alley he hope would pass behind 222 Hill Park Drive only to find the house numbers weren't marked on the back of the houses. Still, he knew he was in the right neighborhood and as he made his way, he saw that there was only one apartment building in the area. He kept a sharp eye about him. It didn't seem to be a bad neighborhood. Most of the places seem to have been built maybe twenty years ago. Actually Doreen's building seemed newer than that, maybe only about ten years old. At least he HOPED it was her building. It was three stories, apparently one apartment on each floor. He started up the back steps. His confidence increased as he noticed that each door had a number beside it. He passed number one. The second floor had a two. The third floor had no number but he could assume it was apartment three. He knocked on the door. He waited. He knocked again. He turned, about to leave, then heard the door open behind him. "Derek?" He recognized the voice. He turned. His eyes nearly popped. "You're early." Derek's throat went dry, his cock went hard. "Hi," he finally managed hoarsely. Ronan stood there, smiling, naked except for a pair of "tighty-whitey" briefs, so cute, sweet, slender, and exquisitely beautiful Derek felt almost faint. "Mom's not home from work yet," Ronon told him. "I'm not supposed to let anyone in when she's not here." "That's...that's very good advice...very..." Derek found, then once more lost his voice as he noticed the front of Ronon's pristine, white briefs expand. The kid was getting a hard on. He wondered if Ronon had been naked and simply climbed into his next-to-nothing underwear when he heard him knocking. "But I guess it would be alright since we're expecting you for dinner," Ronon opened the door wider, a slight smile on his face. Derek wasn't sure what that smile meant, whether the boy was amused at his discomfort or if he was contemplating seducing him before his mother got home. "Uhhh...thanks," Derek smiled as he went in. The kitchen was clean and orderly. Knowing Doreen, Derek hadn't know what to expect. She didn't seem to be the type to care much about housekeeping. But then again, as Ronon had pointed out, they WERE expecting guests. "I was asleep," Ronon told him as he closed the door behind him. "Naked?" Derek asked? "Of course," Ronon winked sexily, "why do you ask?" "Just a guess," Derek winked back, following the boy not toward the living room but toward what turned out to be Ronon's bedroom. "When does your mom get home?" "Five, usually, but she said she'd be late, she has to pick up stuff for dinner," Ronon told him as he flopped down on his unmade bed. "Have a seat." Derek scanned the room. The only seat in the tiny, cluttered "boy's" room was on Ronon's single bed. "Cool room," Derek admired the boy's taste in wall posters. They were all naked or mostly naked boys and men. "Not too gay?" Ronon joked with a straight face. Derek sat down on the edge of the bed beside the boy's sprawling little boy-body, trying not to stare, trying to get a feel for what the kid had in mind. "Sorry to wake you," he appologized. "I was dreaming," Ronon smiled, both his arms resting over his head on the bed. Never had a boy looked more seductive and vulnerable. Derek reclined back on one elbow, gazing down into the boy's sweetly beautiful face. "What were you dreaming about?" "You," Ronon said simply, his smile growing broader obviously studying the effect he was having upon Derek. "What was your dream about?" Derek ask, knowing he was probably walking into a trap. "You were sucking my cock." Nothing subtle about this kid. "And was I doing a good job?" "I don't know, you woke me up," Ronon continued his none too subtle seduction. Derek could resist no longer. He leaned over and kissed the little boy's delicate, sweet lips. "Close your eyes, go back to sleep, so you can see what happens next." "Get naked first," the boy insisted. "What if your mom comes home?" "You'll probably get fucked," Ronon told him softly. This kid was smooth. "And what about your other dinner guests?" "They won't be here till six." "Your cock's getting hard," Derek observed. He sat up and pulled his pocketed t-shirt over his head, kicking off his penny loafers. He wore no socks. "So's yours." Derek slipped off his tan slacks. There was a lot to be said for going "commando." Ronon's eyes widened as he saw Derek naked. "Suck me," he said softly, surrendering his naked little boy-body to his "dream" lover. "You sure?" Derek ask as he reached with both hands for the waistband of Ronon's brief Ronon answered his question silently with a smile that nearly melted Derek into the bedclothes. Slowly, ever so gently, Derek began to delicately slip the boy's only garment down over his tiny, slender hips, gradually exposing inch after inch of warm, naked boyflesh. Suddenly the boy's hard, young cock popped into sight as the wasteband moved lower and lower over Ronon's thin, hairless loins. He was so tiny, slim, and exquisiely delicate, Derek could hardly breathe...except for his cock, now pulsating in it's hardness suspended a fraction of an inch above the boy's hairless lower abdomen. Derek leaned over and sliped it into his mouth even as his hands continued slowly slipping down the boy's pristine white briefs, down, down, down over his thighs, his knees, until Ronon deftly kicked them off onto the floor, now completely and utterly naked. "You suck good," Ronon complimented Derek's practiced technique. Derek lifted his lips from the boy's cock, gazing down loveingly at him, torn between wanting to drink the boy in visually and devouring him physically. "God, you're so incredibly beautiful," he breathed. Ronon smiled. He loved compliments, loved being told of his naked sexual beauty. "Do it to me," he murmurred softly, his cock pulsating. Derek smiled, returning the boy's cock to his lips, sucking it in, deeper, deeper, completely, reveling in the fact this was one cock he could suck in completely. "OOOooaooaooooaoaooahhehahehahehhhehhgheoooohehhghehaoehghehhghgh," Ronon gasped as Derek demonstrated his cocksucking skills. "Oaooehgehahehrhhehh god, fucccckkkkk...ohehghhehhg fuck, oehhhghe god, better than any fuckin' dream, man, ohhhhhh fuccckkkk, feels good, feels good, feels soooooooo fuckin' goood," Ronan cried, his voice growing higher, more shrill by the second as he enjoyed completely what Derek was doing to him. Derek Slipped his left hand under the boy's tiny buttocks and lifted him effortlessly up, going down on his cock now with more rapid movements. The boy arched his slender nakedness, allowing Derek to possess him completely. "OOhhhOOHHHHHHHHHHH, god, Derek, suck me, suck me, suck me offf, Derek, do it to me, do it to me, make me cum, Derek, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' my cock, keep makin' it feeel good, making it feel good like this, oohhhhhhhhh god, feels good, feels good, feels soo fuckin' good, Derek, Derek, Derek, eoaehfiahoeih fuck, the feeling, the feeling, makin' me feel sooo good, Derek, ohihoiaoeihoihgod, sooo good, sooo good, soooooo goooooooddd..." "You ready to cum," Derek asked him as he lifted his lips from the boy's cock and began to stroke it with his free hand. Ronon had referred to himsel as a toy boy. It was an apt description. He felt like some kind of toy doll in Derek's hands. "I'm ready," Ronon gasped, trembling, shaking, aching with naked sexual pleasure. "close?" Derek asked needlessly as he deftly masturbated the boy's cock. "Yes," Ronon whispered hoarsely. "I'm gonna make you cum, gonna make you cum, gonna make you fuckin' cummmmm," Derek promised, hoping the boy wouldn't take him literally. "Do it,do it, do it, make me cum, Derek, make me cum, make me cum, jack my cock and make me cum, man, ohhhhh fuck yes, yes, jack me, jack me, jack me off, oehgheoihoaiehr yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh yeahhhhhh...feeeling it, feeling it, getting me there, getting me close and closer, oehhgehahehrhe fuck, fuck fuck, here it...here it.OHEHHGHEOAIEHOIAEOHHEHAHEHHH CUMMMS, CUMMMMMS, CUMMMMMSSS..." Ronon's thin, naked little boy-body trembled on the brink, feeling Derek egging him on,leading him, about to make him cum big time. "Cum on, Ronon, CUM ON, CUM ON, CUM ON, I KNOW YOU'RE YOUNG, ONLY TEN..." "ELEVEN," Ronon promptly corrected him. "Eleven," Derek corrected himself as he worked the boy's cock over manually. "I'm gonna make you cum sooo hard, sooo fuckin' hard, sooo fuckin' hard your eyes are gonnna fuckin' POP!" "JUST MAKE MY COCK POP, I WANT YOU TO JACK ME OFF AND MAKE ME CUM SOOO HARD...HARD...HARD...HARD, ooehghehahhefuck, HARDER, Derek, JACK ME, JACK ME, HELP ME TO CUMMMMMM," Ronon was now crying out in complete sexual insanity. "YES, YES, YES, LITTLE BOY, YEAHHHH, YEAH, YEAH, FEEL IT, KID, FEEL THE FEELING, OHHH FUCK YOU'RE FEELING IT, YOU'RE FEELING IT, CUMMING, CUMMING, OHHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, ENJOY YOUR COCK, KID, ENJOY THE INCREDIBLE SEXUAL PLEASURE I'M MAKING YOU FEEL, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.....!!!" "CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, SOOO HARD, OHHHH FUCCCCK, SO FUCKIN' GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, MAKIN' ME CUMMMM...EOGHEOIHAOEHROEIH FUCCCK...FUCKKKKKK...EHGEOAEIHHAEHIREOHGOIEHAHEHRIHGIOEOIHHHH..." Ronon cried out in his thin, little-boy squeal of exquisite, boyish, sexual pleasure. It was the best cum he'd ever felt, and it just kept feeling better and better and better and "ooaehIWHIEIHGEAHEHRHEHAHOEOGHEHHGHEKGHDHHGHEOIGHEHHGHGH OEOHGHEHHGHUNG UNG, UNGH, EHGIEOAEHOIH OWIEHAHHGHEH!!" Derek returned his lips to the boys cock, hoping to taste something, anything, hoping to be the first to taste the naked little boy's cum. The boy went through several spasms of aching sexual pleasure, but none of them made him spout his first spurt of boy-cum, try as he did. "OOHEOAIEHHEHHEHHEWOhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhHHHhhhhhhhhhheogheoiaheheahehhghhhhh," Ronon let out one long, last, excruciating scream of pleasure as his naked little boy-body finally subsided into Derek's waiting, clinging arms. "Ohhhhhh fuck that was good, ohhhhh fucccckkkk... fuccccckkkk... fuckkkkkk...felt good, ohhhhhhfucccccckkkkkkk!"