Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 12:08:15 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Epilogue 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. Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug, Duranol, mentioned in this story and Ecstasy Isle is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I've changed the drug's name in the story to Duralon. This marks the end of this story. If you like what you've read, let me know at: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. A new story, a sequel to this one, will appear here soon with many of the same characters in quite different circumstances. THE WORKING BOYS EPILOGUE "I now pronounce you husband and husband." Captain Darin Romeo intoned as he, the wedding party, and a few carefully chosen guests stood on the aft deck of the Zee Ray in the glorious mid-morning sun. "You may now kiss the...each other." This same-sex marriage thing made for some tricky wording of the wedding ceremony. Ronon Parker delicately took the face of his new life-partner in his hands and kissed his lips as a smattering of applause arose around them. Kevin Cox would have none of Ronon's elegant little lip locks. He feverishly gripped the older, slightly taller boy and bent him over in a classic passionate kiss that literally took Ronon's breath away, and not incidentally that of all those gathered to celebrate their juvenile nuptuals. They laughed and applauded his shocking little performance. "Thanks, dad," Kevin smiled up at his father then kissed him too with only a little less passion than he'd kissed his husband. There was more cheerful applause. It had been almost a year since Kevin had lost his mother that terrible day when the Bahamian government, urged on by prosecutors in the U.S., had invaded Ecstasy Island. The feds had gotten what they wanted. Not just "high art" paintings of men and boys having sex, but an enormous video library secretly shot over a period of some ten to twenty years. There were over a hundred counts in the indictment. The trial took six weeks, jury in Miami took all of three hours to deliberate--barely time, columnist Derek Chandler wrote in the "Gay Blade," to read the charges. Derek Chandler hugged first Kevin then Ronon. Kevin was now ten, Ronon thirteen. Nowhere on earth was the marriage legal except aboard the Zee Ray and one other place--Ecstasy Island. "I love you both more than I can ever say," he kissed first one, then the other, admiring their incredibly sexy little white cutaway tuxedos--jackets, collars, bow ties complementing tiny thong bikinis to keep their "junk," as Kevin called it, in place. No shirt, no pants, no shoes, nothing else to hide the exquisite beauty of their young adolescent boy-bodies. Kevin Cox's DNA matched that of Darin Romeo, his new father, with 98 percent certainty. Moreover, Kevin was now a VERY wealthy little boy...or WOULD be once he turned 18, still richer when he turned 21, and obscenely so when he turned 25. His trust fund was valued in excess of $100 billion, most of which would be out of his reach for more than ten years. He wasn't the president and CEO of Cox International but his trust fund controlled close to 60% of the company's stock. Ronon Parker, in contrast, had a little over $76,235 in the bank--not bad for a boy of thirteen but a pitance compared to that of his husband. The income from Kevin's trust amounted to more than a million dollars a DAY. As for Colton Cox, he earned $133 per month working in the laundry at a federal prison in Florida. The pay wasn't much but the job security was top notch. He was guaranteed a position there for 49 years and six months (assuming good behavior). Marco Gonzales stepped forward from the small crowd to shake the hands of the newlyweds. He seemed more than a little flustered as both boys hugged him warmly, Kevin about five seconds longer than the man would have liked. It was undoubtedly the first time he'd ever been embraced by two half-naked young boys. Marco was somewhat wealthier too. He'd successfully sued the Bahamian government for the wrongful death of Tina Cox, winning for his budding young client an undisclosed settlement, which Derek Chandler had reported to be well into the nine-figure range. Marco's law firm earned ten percent of that. This money would be separate from the trust and was managed by Kevin's new father, who'd vetoed Kevin's idea of buying a 200-foot yacht in which to set up housekeeping. In lieu of that, Zac had offered to sell them the Zee Ray. Darin considered the deal, for maybe five minutes then vetoed that idea too. He didn't relish the thought of working for his ten-year-old son. He did relent and by the boys a pair of jet skis. Zac had alterations made to the Zee Ray to house the boys' new toys as well as having two adjoining cabins converted into a spacious suite for the newlyweds to cohabitate in under Darin's watchful eye. The marriage thing had been Kevin's bright idea too--like mother like son. At least Kevin only wanted to marry ONE boy. At first Darin had vetoed THAT idea as well, shuddering as he recalled having once been a part of such farce. But Kevin was nothing if not persistent and Ronon had a persistent streak as well, so finally, having held them off for almost a year, he gave them his blessing. Of course the marriage wasn't legal. Not, that is, until Kevin read in a newspaper that the Bahamian government had negotiated an out of court settlement with Cox International for the return of Ecstasy Isle with the added stipulation that they be deemed a "sovereign corporate entity," essentially a country on an equal footing with every sovereign country in the world. Of course, only the Bahamian government recognized that sovereignty (for now anyway) but that mattered little. To Kevin, it meant that Cox International could issue its major shareholder a marriage license. They also humored the boy by certifying him as the ten-year-old ruler of the twenty-acre sovereign "Land of Ecstacy." In any case, the island was deserted now. The Bahamians had pretty well ransacked the place; then a couple tropical storms had broken windows, also knocking out the solar power system. Even the windmills had suffered. The water reservoir leaked dry. Darin tried to talk the Cox people into boarding up the place but the powers-that-be weren't in the mood to spend a dime on what they deemed a source of embarrassment, despite having spent a considerable sum fighting for the legal right to call themselves a sovereign corporate entity based upon their ownership of the island. There were certain lucrative tax advantages. "So, young man," Marc Gonzales addressed the boy with a certain formal reserve, hoping to avoid another embarrassing hug, "do you plan to pay a visit to your...realm?" "My what?" Kevin looked up at the lawyer who had recently made him even richer than he had been before. "I think he means Ecstasy Island," Derek suggested. "Can we?" Kevin turned, pleading with his father. "I can't imagine what for," Darin suggested, not in the least interested in returning to a place bearing such uncomfortable memories. "The place is run down, deserted, the beach has eroded, no power, no water...seagull shit all over the place..." "I guess that means no," Kevin sighed. He might be the ruler of "The Land of Ecstasy," but he had his own ruler calling the shots. "Maybe someday..." "We could maybe go there and build a wooden leanto and live like castaways," Ronon fantasized. Marc smiled indulgently, then turned his attention from Kevin and Ronon to Darin and Derek. "I see you still have several of the boys from Benton Beach aboard..." "My crew," Darin explained. "Zac arranged to have five of them stay on, Andy, David, Leon, Mark, and Alan." Darin surveyed his handsome teenage entourage. "We're training them, educating them online, and trying to temper somehwhat their...'professional' tendencies, shall we say." "Yeah, he fuckin' BANNED Duralon on board," Ronon groused. "Some of Cox's own studies have shown that long-term usage, especially by teens, can have unexpected side effects." "Yeah, sometimes ya get a hardon and it won't go down," Kevin told the attorney with a good deal more bluntness than might be expected at a wedding reception. "Ladies and gentlemen," Derek called out, trying to quiet the other guests as they sipped champagne and nibbled sushi, "...err...okay, just gentlemen...Zac's daughter wanted to cum but her father was afraid she might come between the newlywed couple...(there was a polite smattering of laughter). Anyway, as best man, it's traditional that I should say a few words and offer a toast. Before I begin, let me remind you I'm a writer, not an editor so my comments may run a little long." "That means ya might wanna find a seat," Kevin cracked. This time there was real laughter. "God, he's not only CUTER than I am but funnier too," Derek made another attempt at humor. It fell flat. "I've known these two boys for almost a year now and..." Derek began. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZ" Kevin mocked their best man. In no time, several others had joined in for a group snore. "It might seem like these two are a little young to be getting married but...let me assure you, let me put to rest any rumors that might be going around...neither of them are pregnant." This time Darin was a little more successful in his pursuit of levity. "But not for lack of trying," Ronon this time drew the laughter, more hearty than Derek's. "We plan to wait until I hit puberty," Kevin joked, not to be outdone by his new husband. The crowd found that hilarious. "Will you two just..." Derek was growing frustrated. "Ronon, one more wisecrack outta you and I'll bring your MOTHER over to settle you down," he threatened. "Oh, god, no..." Ronon recoiled in mock horror, "not that, anything but THAT!" "We DID invite her, but she said she had to wash her BMW and couldn't make it," Derek planted a little inside joke he really didn't expect the others to get. Surprisingly they all did. "Hmmm, Doreen must have more...friends...than I thought." "Mom has a way of making lots of friends," Ronon laughed with the others. "Apparently," Derek laughed. "In any case, let me get on with this before you guzzelers drink all Zac's expensive Dom Perignon...no wait...it's Dom DeLuise 1999. Anyway, here's to Kevin and Ronon...Ronon and Kevin...two of the sweetest, happiest, most beautiful young boys I've ever known. May they love...and MAKE love...forevermore." Kevin couldn't resist, "Man, that's gonna take a LOT of Duralon."