Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 14:09:05 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 5 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, but there are also quite a number of new characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment. Once more, this story 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 as you read 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 one or two 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: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM CHAPTER FIVE Donatello Raphaello waited impatiently, watching the horde of passengers descending the escalator toward the baggage claim area on the lower level of Miami International Airport. Finally he saw them. Frantically he waved and, in spite of himself, found himself crying out their names. At first they didn't see him, then, as they neared the bottom, the three boys waved back. Donatello had the urge to rush forward, to exuberatly sweep his three beautiful, adolescent sons into his outstretched arms and hug them and kiss them right there in front of everybody. He restrained himself, knowing they'd be embarrassed to death by his actions. Still, as they met him there in the middle of the crowded concourse, there were warm hugs, if not kisses, smiles and laughter--the expected greeting of a man and his sons after almost a year's separation. No one seemed to pay them any undue attention. "You better latch onto a baggage cart, these bobcats needed a moving van to get to the airport," Marco advised as the four of them headed toward the baggage carousel. "Over there!" Mikolos pointed as he and Nicholas raced to nab a deserted baggage conveyance before someone else grabbed it. "How's your mother?" Donatello perfunctorily asked his oldest son as they watched the boy capture their prize. "I'd say she was a basket case, but I wouldn't want to offend any baskets," Marco replied seriously, though smiling in amusement as his two little brothers struggled awkwardly with the multi-wheeled cart which seemed to have a mind of its own. "Don't you need a license to drive one of those?" Donatello joked as the boys man-handled the cart toward the arriving luggage. "How many bags you got?" "Four," Nicholas told his father. "Apiece..." Marco amended. "My god, you're kidding me?" Donnatello gasped as Marco hefted the first one onto the cart. "Musta cost your mom a fortune!" "Dad, I think she was trying to make a point," Marco observed. "Hmph...so it would seem," Donatello grunted as two more bags pretty much filled the first cart. Marco left to find a second one as the two younger boys barely managed to heave two more massive bags off the revolving carousel. "Which one has the kitchen sink?" "That one's is filled just with condoms and porn videos," Mikolos joked. "Cute..." Donatello rolled his eyes at his son's obscene sense of humor. "But they're all Marco's; ours are in that one, I think," Nicholas carried his brother's joke a step further. By the time Marco returned with second baggage cart the boys had collected eight medium to extra-large suitcases, waiting for their brother's muscles to load them onto the carts. "Wait, where's MINE?" Marco cried, surveying the lot. "Your stuff is in mom's PINK suitcase...OVER THERE!!" Nicholas pointed to the far side. "NINE bags!" Donatello cried in horror. "When you talked about a moving van, you weren't kidding." "You have room for all this in your car?" Marco worried. "Well, yes, probably, but where are you guys gonna ride?" Donatello eyed the boys. He as only HALF joking. The Caddy was big and had a decent-sized trunk, but Allied Van Lines it was NOT. "We'll sit in front with you and Marco can trot along outside," Nicholas suggested. "Like hell..." Marco huffed. "Hey, it's rush hour, you'd probably make better time that we would," Donatello suggested. Just as Donatello had guessed, the baggage did fit neatly into the Caddy; but the same couldn't be said for the boys. They decided to hire a cab to follow along behind. "Don't let the driver get lost," Donatello told Marco as he packed his three sons into the backseat of the taxi. Then, just for good measure, he gave the driver his home address. "You got a big mouth," Marco told Mikolos as their cab inched it's way out onto the highway headed for South Beach. "Dad's gonna think were a bunch of sex perverts." "He already thinks that, thanks to mom," Mikolos retorted. "Do you believe the part about dad being gay?" Nicholas asked. Marco shrugged. "Probably." Then after a moment, "I guess." "You think he'll try being gay with us?" Nicholas worried softly, lest the driver be listening. "Oooooooo..." Mikolos reacted in disgust. "He's our dad," Marco noted for the record, as if that settled the matter once and for all. "Being gay doesn't make him any less our dad," Mikolos added, further seeking to close the subject. "Dad's do stuff with boys all the time," Nicholas refused to be satisfied. "NICHOLAS!" Both Marco and Mikolos exclaimed in horror, their revulsion finally enough to stifle their little brother. --------------------------- "This ain't where you live..." Mikolos declared as he and his brothers climbed from the cab and met their father in front of a strikingly modern structure he had remodeled from an old art deco hotel. "Is it?" "The construction crew just left last week," Donatello told the boys as he stood on the sidewalk, looking up proudly at what he, his architect, about a dozen workers and two-millon dollars had manifested during the past six months. "Come on, you ain't seen NOTHING yet," Donatello urged them inside. "What about the bags?" Nicholas worried as his father paid their cab driver. "Don't worry about them, I'll sent Lonnie to unload the car," Donatello dismissed his youngest son's concern. "Who's Lonnie," Mikolos asked. "Don't ask," Marco hushed him quietly. "Huh?" Mikolos reacted. "He's gay, remember," Marco whispered back. "This used to be what they call a botique hotel," Donatello told the boys as he opend the front door, ushering them inside to the spacious foyer that had once been the hotel's lobby. Now it was decked out in white marble and a pale, tan, polished stone tile even its owner couldn't identify. "Travertine," Marco observed. "Yeah...yeah, that's it," Donatello recalled. "It's imported from Italy. How'd you know that?" "He's a rock hound," Mikolos sighed as he drank in the luxurious splendor and exquisite taste his father (or his father's decorator) seemed to have acquired with his millions. Maybe moving in with their dad wasn't such a bad idea after all. "The living room is in there," Donatello pointed, the dining room is across the foyer in there...seats twenty...and...ohhhh guys, wait'll you see your rooms upstairs. There are eight bedrooms, I'll let you boys choose." "Can Mikolos and me share?" Nicholas asked softly as they mounted the swirling curve of the white marble main stairs. "Share?" Donatello reacted in surprise. "Dad, remember why we're here?" Marco whispered to his father as they neared the top. "Huh? Oh..." Donatello eyed his two young sons nervously. It was hard to think of two boys so young, so seemingly sweet and innocent, as being sexually involved...as being...lovers. "Err...yeah...uhh...sure...sure, whatever you like." "Someone ELSE has a big mouth, too," Mikolos whispered to his little brother. "Dad knows," Nicholas insisted, rejecting any pretense that he and Mikolos were straight. "Listen, boys," Donatello stopped as the four of them reached the top of the steps. "As your mother has apparently told you, I'm gay. You're gay..." "But I'm NOT," Marco quickly asserted. "Thankfully...I'd like to have a grandson some day," Donatello smiled down slightly at his oldest son. "I'll keep that in mind, you know any horny girls in the neighborhood?" Marco joked. "Not really...not my...type..." Donatell chose his words carefully. "Anyway, let's cut through the...bullshit...the whispering, the nervous smiles." "You and this Lonnie guy lovers?" Nicholas took his father at his word. "Lonnie is my executive assistant...my secretary...but don't call him that," Donatello smiled down at his openly gay son. "And yes, we have a...sexual relationship...yes." "You two fuck each other?" Nicholas asked not so innocently. "NICHOLAS!" Both his brothers cried in unison. "No...no it's...it's alright," Donatello quieted them. "Yes, Nicholas, we FUCK each other. Tell me, have you and Mikolos got into fucking each other?" He abruptly turned the tables. "No we just jack each other and suck," Nicholas replied, not missing a beat. "Nicky, forgodsake..." Mikolos reacted, his brother's unabashed frankness embarrassing the hell out of him. "Whew...leave me out of this, I'm gonna go hunt up my TEMPORARY bedroom," Marco abruptly left, heading down a broad, bright, modern corridor, peeking into each open doorway as he went. "Oh, here you are..." Lonnie made his dramatic entrance, barefoot and bare chested, clad only in too tight, too short denim. "A Mr. Douglas Bristol's office called and wants you to call back, your wife...oops...ex-wife called...god, she's a crybaby...wants you to call her and let her know if the boys..." Lonnie's voice trailed off as he caught sight of Mikolos and Nicholas. "Fucccckkkkkkk...." "And this obscenely flaming tart is Lonnie," Donatello introduced his assistant. "Lonnie, this is Mikolos and Nicholas, Marco's...somewhere, down the hall picking out his room and...forgodsake, go put some fuckin' clothes on." "My god, they're..." Lonnie gasped, struggling to contain himself. "Beautiful..." "Put on your bell hop uniform, there's a whole truckload of bags in the car," Donatello instructed. "Put them on the elevator and send them up here, we'll let these guys sort'em out." "Beautiful doesn't begin to..." Lonnie gaped lustfully at the two adolescent boys. "Then go park the car before we get another ticket," Donatello continued. "And get your tongue back in your mouth, you're drooling..." "Right..." Lonnie recovered somewhat. "I'll...err...go change," he decided looking down over his nearly naked physique. "Fuck, he's HOT," Nicholas observed as Lonnie departed. "Damned RIGHT I am," Lonnie called back, having heard Nicholas uncensored assessment of his sexual attractiveness. "And he's twenty years old," Donatello noted. "If he so much as TOUCHES either one of you, you just tell me and I'll fire his ass so fast..." "Dad...we're gay remember," Mikolos was the one this time to speak up. "He can touch ME any time he likes...any WHERE he likes...and twice on Sunday." "Mikolos, we may be gay, but he's DAD'S boy...dad's lover, it's not nice to..." Nicholas chastised his brother. "Oh, man...I...I hadn't planned on this," Donatello sighed in exasperation. "Now I'm getting some idea why your mother was in such a hurry to pack you two little sex maniacs off to me." "We ain't really sex maniacs..." Nicholas objected. "Perverts would be a better word," Mikolos eyed his brother. "Listen, you two, we can discuss this later," Donatello decided. "Right now, let's go see if we can get you boys situated before Lonnie get's your bags up here, so you'll know where to unpack. "We really gonna live here...like...forever?" Nicholas asked innocedntly as they gaped at the varying decors of each large, oppulently modern bedroom. "That's...yet to be decided," Donatello replied cautiously. In having seen the boys again, and in getting to know them once more, this time as sexually active...his mind searched for the right word...children...god, no, certainly no longer children but... Maybe having his sons with him as they struggled to deal with their evolving homosexual feelings, wasn't such a bad idea after all. "We'll take this one, it's got a cool hot tub," Nicholas suddenly declared. "A COOL?...hot tub?" Mikolos questioned his brother's choice of words even as he heartily agreed with his choice of rooms. A broad, open arch connected the bedroom to a solarium at the end of the hall. An identical arch opened from there into the master bedroom. "You like this room best?" Donatello eyed his two young sons in dismay. "The 'cool' hot tub...we call it a spa...isn't...well, it's not exactly private, you'll have to share it with...Lonnie and I," Donatello informed the boys. "That's okay," Nicholas quickly agreed. "Can we get in...NAKED?" "NICHOLAS!" Mikolos once more reacted in horror at his brother's sexual impudence. "I...errrrr...well...I..." Donatello stammered, once more having to confront an issue he'd not expected. "I'll talk to Lonnie but..." "You see the way he looked at us?" Mikolos laughed out loud. "I don't think he'll mind." "Uhhhh...I...no, I don't suppose he will," Donatello was forced to admit. "Can we use it now?" Nicholas asked excitedly, already starting to unbutton his shirt. "Don't you think you should wait, get your stuff unpacked," Donatello suggested as his young son's shirt nonetheless dropped to the floor, exposing his breathtakingly beautiful little-boy torso. "Lonnie can help you...on second thought..." "Who gets the PINK one?" Lonnie interupted breathlessly, dumping three bags unceremoniously to the polished marble floor outside. "That would be mine," Marco claimed his single bag from the room he'd chosen next door to that of his younger brothers. "Lonnie, this is Marco, my oldest. Marco, Lonnie, my executive assistant," Donatello belatedly introduced the two. "Whoa...great to meet you, stud," Lonnie greeted Marco, shaking his hand, then hugging him briefly. "Back off, he's straight," Donatello warned. "Damn, the hotest ones always are," Lonnie sighed. "Well, back down for another load." "God, he's...something else," Marco reacted as he departed with his mother's pink bag. "Really queer..." Mikolos corrected his brother. "I was gonna say that but I'm too polite," Marco called over is shoulder. "Not to worry, it's pretty hard to offend Lonnie," Donatello said loud enough for Marco to hear. -------------------- "I thought you were going to fix dinner?" Donatello remarked in dismay as he returned from calling the boys' mother to find all three of his sons, plus Lonnie lazing in the swirling waters of the spa. It took only a second to realize that they were all four naked. "You get the car put away?" "YEP. I...I was just showing them how the spa works," Lonnie said in his own defense, "I was thinking about ordering a couple pizzas." "And I was thinking about chicken fettuccine Alfredo," Donatello insisted. "Hey, I know an Italian place with free delivery over on MacArthur..." Lonnie began. "LONNIE!" Donatello demanded. "Fettuccine Alfredo, huh?" Lonnie surrendered reluctantly as he began climbing from the sunken spa. "I'm not sure we've got any chicken." "Try choking YOURS, then," Donatello told him dryly as he watched the lithe, lean, naked man/boy exhibit is sexual gifts for the boys in slowly drying off. "Are we...DRESSING...for dinner tonight or we gonna eat naked like usual?" Lonnie asked as he retrieve a pair of dark slacks from the floor, hoping to embarrass his boss in front of his sons. The two younger boys giggled softly. Marco suppressed a smile as they watched Lonnie struggle wetly into his single garment. "Lonnie..." Donatello paused, trying to decide whether chastise his aide further. "Leave...just...leave. I want to be alone with my sons." "Don't do anything I would do," Lonnie told him as he headed down the hall toward the stairs. Donatello stood, gazing down at the boys, every bit as embarrassed as Lonnie had intended. "You two REALLY eat naked?" Nicholas finally broke the ice, his words in no way easing his father's dismay. "We HAVE a few times," Donatello admitted, resisting the urge to lie to the boy. "But not normally." "Whew, you had me worried there for a while," Marco sighed, gazing down at his hardening cock under the water. Mikolos and Nicholas were already hard, their four- and five-inch boycocks plainly visible to their father gazing down upon them. "Dad, why don't YOU get in too?" Nicholas invited. "I....I don't think I should...dinner will be ready before long and..." Donatello tried to resist what he actually wanted to do. "Come on dad, get naked," Nicholas urged, "I wanna see how big your cock is?" "NICHOLAS!" both Marco and Mikolos cried in dismayed horror. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you for your....shortcomings," Donatello sought to do just that, hoping to deter his son. "Mine's about four and a half, almost five," Nicholas smiled, proudly heaving his tiny, slender pelvis out of the water to reveal his proudest possession for his father's inspection. "Mikolos only has FOUR." "I don't know you," Mikolos slid over away from his little brother as Marco slid over so as to avoid physical contact underwater with Mikolos. "Come on, dad, Mikolos made a place for you," Nicholas missinterpretted his brother's move. Donatello paused for a long, pregnant moment, then slowly began removing his sportshirt and slipping off his loafers. "Da dum te dum, de da te dum, de da te dum, de dumpty dum, ta DUMP UM...DUMP UM...DUMP UM...DUMP UM..." Nicholas began singing the words to "The Stripper" as they watched their father get naked...and a pale shade of red. "You horny little shit," Donatello ducked his youngest son's face into the water as he slipped nakedly in between the boys. Mikolos tried to move further to his right but Marco unceremoniously pushed him back with his foot. "Keep your distance, gay boy," Marco insisted. The three of them watched with great interest as their father's cock grew rapidly to its accustomed eight inches. "WOW!" Mikolos couldn't help reacting as the whole purplish head of his father's cock broke the water. "Thanks..." Donatello sighed, rolling his eyes, "I DIDN'T need that." "Dad, do you ever jack off...you know...like me and Mikolos," Nicholas asked as he began to slowly stroke himself under the water, his movements all but concealed by the swirling, sudsy bubbles. "Nicholas, he's got Lonnie," Mikolos objected. "I don't know either ONE of you," Marco sighed, wishing the spa were bigger so he could further distance himself from what he saw developing. "YOU jack off too, don't deny it," Nicholas objected to his big brother's pretense, "I saw you just night before last, in the shower...man, what a load." "Queerbait!" Marco sneered, though not denying his highly-hygienic, orgasmic bliss. "Boys...boys...no name calling here," Donatello objected as he noted Mikolos was also trying to secetly pleasure his cock underwater. "You're BROTHERS...quit acting like...brothers." "Do you?" Nicholas persisted. "Do I what?" "Do you jack off?" Mikolos also wanted to know. "Lonnie and I..." Donatello began, "take care of one another's sexual needs, which I DON'T intend to discuss with you two little turtles." "Can I TOUCH it?" Nicholas abruptly asked as his stroking fist grew more active, up and down on his own cocklet. Donatello surveyed his seductive little boy, completely at a loss as to how to respond, knowing what he SHOULD say and yet torn between that and what he WANTED to say. "You can touch mine if I can touch YOURS," he suggested, hoping his shocking words might deter his son's sexual curiosity. Both Marco's and Mikolos' mouths dropped open, but not that of Nicholas. Instead he reached for his dad's soaring hard cock underwater and, beyond that, began to gently stroke it. "It's sooooo BIG!" Not to be outdone, Donatello captured his young son's little pink spike and began to rub it. "Feel good?" "Yeah," Nicholas whispered back softly. "Do me, too," Mikolos urged softly, taking his father's hand and moving it to his own slightly smaller cock. "Oh, for godsake..." Marco sighed in dismay, shaking his head from his seat opposite that of his father and brothers. His reaction, however, did not keep him from getting an underwater grip on his own six-inches.