Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 18:53:45 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 6 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 SIX "I can't believe I'm doing this," Donatello sighed softly as he deftly held his young sons' cocks, one in each hand, gently stroking them. And, based upon the blissful looks on the boys' faces, he was giving them no small amount of naked sexual pleasure. "You two enjoying this?" "How's YOUR cock?" Nicholas asked as he returned the favor as the three of them and Marco sprawled nakedly in the family spa. "Feels good, actually," Donatello admitted. "Do it to me a little faster," Mikolos urged. "It's hard to get up any speed underwater," Donatello told his middle son, even as he tried to accomodate the boy. "You jack good," Nicholas complimented his father's technique. "Well, I've had a little more experience than you two?" Donatello smiled down at the two young boys he was so lovingly masturbating. "I wanna make you cum," Nicholas declared as he worked more earnestly on his father's massive cock. He could barely wrap his tiny fingers around its girth. "I wanna make YOU cum too...both of you," Donatello kissed both boys on the top of their heads. "I hope I learn to cum pretty soon," Nicholas sighed solemnly as his hand stroked his father's cock more rapidly underwater. "Oooooo man, my arm's gettin' tired." "Let me," Mikolos surprised himself as much as the others by offering," even as he brushed away his little brother's hand. "He's MY dad TOO, you know." Across the spa, Marco rolled his heterosexual eyes but said nothing. "I think I'm feeling something," Nicholas squirmed under his father's stroking touch. "Thank god, BOTH my arms are getting tired," Donatello feigned pain. "You gonna make us cum?" Mikolos asked, still hardly believing what his father was doing to his cock, even having instigated it himself. "No, I'm gonna ALMOST make you cum, then we'll go feast on chicken fettuccine Alfredo," Donatello joked as he picked up speed in the face of their looming dinner date. He hated the thought that Lonnie might return at any moment announcing the imminent serving of dinner only to find him sexually satisfying his naked young sons. Lonnie would never let him forget it. "You gettin' close?" Mikolos asked his father as his own sexual pleasure began swelling deep within his slender loins. "Yeah, you?" Donatello asked, the physical exertion now getting to him as much as his own looming orgasm. "I think so," Mikolos responded. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk... Is it okay to say fuck?" Donatello almost laughed. "Yes, Mikolos, I'd say, under the circumstances, that word might be appropriate." "Fuuuuuuccccckkk...ohhhhhhhh fuccccccckkkk, that feels gooooood," Mikolos moaned, as if trying out the word for the first time. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," Nicholas more than tried out the word, he practicallly wore it out as he chanted his naked sexual pleasure in time with his father's jacking fist. "I take it you LIKE that word?" Donatello laughed softly as he felt the little boy tremble and squirm beneath his touch. "Gettin' to ya?" "Ohhhhh fuck, yesssss," Nicholas groaned, heaving his slender little boy-body up out of the water. "I'm gettin' close, dad." "Me too," Mikolos softly did his own groaning. "Do it, boys, do it, do it, shooot it, boys, shoot your cum, you too, Nicholas, let's see if we can't make you unload your very first shot...ohhhh yeahhh, ohhh fuck, you're gettin' me there too, Mikolos, ahhahhah god, yes, yes, yes, jack me, son, jack my cock, jack me off, jack me off, boy, ohhhhh yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, gettin me close, now, ohhahha god, yeah, yeah, close and closer, closer and closer, make me cum, make me cum, make me...me...kAHHAEIAEHRHHAHEHHAHH OOEOAHERIHHHHEHAHEH, GOEHAHEHHEHIAOEIHR GOD, OGHHEAHEHRIEIOAEHR FUCCCCKKKKK...AGHEOIHEORIHAHHEHHHG GOD, MIKOLOS, YOU'RE DOIN' IT TO ME, BOY, YOU'RE DOIN' IT TO ME, DOIN' IT TO ME, MAKIN' ME SHOOT, AHGHHAOIERHOAIEH GOD, AHGHHEAOIERH FUCK, WHAT AN ORGASM, SON, AHGOEOAIEHROIH GOD, FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCCCKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKkkkkkkkk!" "AAIIEIAHEHRHAHHE...OEAENNGHHHINNGGHHH...OAHEHHHEHHHAHEH YES, DAD, YES, YES, YES, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, DAD, AGHEOAIEHROH GOD, YES, MAKIN' IT FEEL SOOOO GOOD, AOGHEHAOEIRH FUCK, JACK ME, JACK ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, DAD, GHOAIEHRO GOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' IT, JUST LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM PUMPIN' OUT INTO THE WATER, MAN, OHAHEHRH GOD, YOU'RE MAKIN' ME FEEL GOOD, GOAIEHOAIHE GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, JACK ME, JACK MY COCK, KEEP JACKIN' MY COCK, OAHGHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Mikolos shuddered and squirmed wildly as his orgasm exploded within him, his cum, exploding from the overheated head of his adolescent cock, his face of mask of incredible boyish beauty in the throes of his orgasmic ecstasy. "YEAH, YEAH, DO IT BOY, DO IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM, MIKOLOS, SHOOT YOUR CUM, SHOOT IT, BOY, OHHHHHH YEAH, I LOVE TO MAKE NAKED LITTLE BOYS LIKE YOU SHOOT THEIR CUM," Donatello murmurred softly as he felt the boy orgasm, felt his cock harden and throb, felt it pulsate, felt it ejaculate an almost steady stream of whitish boycum out into the water. "DO IT, KEEP DOIN' IT, REALLY SHOOT IT, BOY, SHOOT IT HARD, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, GOD, YOU SHOOT A LOT FOR A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD, AHHAHH YEAHHH, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE...AHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!" "OHHHHHH DAD...OHHHHH DAD, OHHHH FUCCCCKKKK, DAD, I'M FEELING IT TOOO, I'M FEELING IT, I'M FEELING IT, OAHAHHEHHA FUCK, FUCK, MAKIN' IT FEEL GOOD, JACKIN' ME, DAD, JACKIN' ME, JACKIN' ME, MAN, JACKIN' ME OFF, JACKIN' ME OFF, AGHOAOEIRH GOD, THE FEELING, AHGHEHAEORIHOA MAN, FEEELS LIKE...LIKE...TURNIN' ME INSIDE OUT...AHGHEHAHEH LIKE A GIANT FUCKIN' CRAMP INSIDE ME, AOGOEHAHOOEIROH YES, YES, YES, DAD, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' MY COCK, KEEP JACKIN' ME OFFF...OAOHEHHAHEHRHAH FUCCCCKKK...JACKIN' ME OFFF...OFFFF...OFFFFFfffff," Nicholas heaved and thrust, thrashing about in wild dry, orgasmic ecstasy, the craziest, most depraved look on his sweet face as he endured the nearly unendurable pleasure of being unable to shoot his cum. "YES, YES, YES, NICHOLAS, FEEL IT, BOY, FEEL THE FEELING, BOY, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS WHEN I JACK YOUR COCK, SON, OHHHAHHA YEAH, CUM ON, NICHOLA, CUM ON, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN SHOOT YOUR CUM FOR THE FIRST TIME, BOY, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, KEEP TRYIN, KEEP TRYIN, I CAN TELL, YOU'RE RIGHT ON THE VERGE, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT ANY DAY NOW, OAOHHGHEH YEAH, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD WHEN I JACK YOUR COCK, DON'T IT? YOU LIKE THIS? YOU LIKE HOW I'M MAKIN' YOUR COCK FEEL? YEAH, OHHHHH GOD, YOU'RE SOOOO BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU'RE TRYIN' SO HARD TO SHOOT YOUR CUM LIKE THIS, OHHHH GOD, NICHOLAS, I LOVE YOU SO...BOTH OF YOU...YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" Donatello breathlessly urged the little boy beside him to greater and greater, higher and higher levels of naked sexual ecstasy. "ARRREGHAHHAHHHHHHH...AHHAHHEHAHEHRHHGHHGHH....AHGHEHAEOIIGHHHHHHH...UNNNNGGGHH...UNGGGGGHHHH!!" Both father and sons looked up from their still trembling naked bodies to realize for the first time they were not alone in their blissful sexual pleasure. "AHHHHHHHH GOD, YOU GUYS ARE SOOOOOO FUCKIN' HOTTTTTTTTTT!" Marco gasped as he spilled his seed into the warm, swirling water, his cock bursting forth with glob after glob of thick, hot, teenaged, heterosexual cum. "OHHAHEHRHHEHHAH GOD, AOGHEHHH GOD, OAHGEHAHEORIHOIHH FUCCCCKKKKKKK!!" "Dinner is being served momentarily in the main dining room," Lonnie suddenly appeared and announced stiffly. He was dressed in his best, neatly pressed butler uniform. "Clothing is...optional." --------------------------------- Inasmuch as Lonnie had waited until the last possible moment before announcing dinner, there wasn't time to dress, so Donatello and the boys donned white terry bath robes which had been conveniently hanging in the solarium, barely taking time to dry off as they padded barefoot down to the oppulently furnished dining room with it's twenty-foot glass and marble table, deeply padded carpeting and seductive chandelier with its ever-changing multicolored LEDs. The two younger boys seemed not to mind eating in their mid-thigh robes but Marco felt like a girl having to keep his legs tight together and the robed neatly tucked in order to avoid anything "falling out." The menu included salad, garlic bread, and Lonnie's special recipe of frozen Alfredo sauce over deli chicken cubes and pasta. It wasn't gourmet but it was edible and filling. Moreover Lonnie served it with such style and panache, having seated Marco and his father at oppossite ends of the very long table and Mikolos and Nicholas across the table from one another. "Mr. Bristol for you on line two," Lonnie told Donatello about halfway through dinner as he proferred the cordless phone on a silver try. "Ohhhh fucccckkkk...I was supposed to call him back..." Donatello suddenly recalled. "Why didn't you remind me." "No need, he's on the line," Lonnie noted illogically as he handed his boss the kitchen phone. "Hey, Doug, I'm sorry, I was going to call but..." Donatello appologized. "I understand, what with your...family responsiblities suddenly descending upon you," Doug told the man. "Yeah, the boys landed this afternoon and they're...getting settled in, judging by their baggage, for the long haul," Donatello informed. "Good...good," Doug Bristol cooed, "Listen, Donatello, the reason I called, I got to thinking, and I was wondering, why don't you just bring the boys along, you could all meet me at the heliport later this evening, we could hop over to Nassau for the night then first thing tomorrow morning, take a chopper to the island. EcstasyInc just opened a big new resort hotel there, we'll put you all up in a luxury guest suite..." "Whoa...slow down...you want us all to fly out...TONIGHT?" Donatello reacted in surprised dismay. "Fly where?" Mikolos cried in delight from halfway down the table. "The chopper leaved the Dade Heliport at nine, could you make that?" Doug asked anxiously. "Make it?" Donatello eyed the boys, already having gauged Mikolos' reaction and knowing Nicholas would follow anywhere his older brother led. "Probably, if we hurried...the question is, do we WANT to make it? "I thought you were looking forward to it, a few days working on your all-over tan, dozens of naked boys crawling all over you, free food, free drinks...what's not to like?" Doug did all he could to entice the millionaire's presence. "Doug, the boys just got here, we're still...getting to know each other again," Donatello worried. "And then there's the...dress code?" "They're teenaged boys, right?" Doug reacted, "I've got two boys of my own. Boys love to strip down and get naked and strut their stuff. A Duralon or two...they'd love this place." "Doug, jeeze, now you REALLY got me worried," Donatello sighed, hating to turn down the invitation himself but unsure how the boys would react, especially Marco, to such an outlandish, sexually charged outting. "Listen, can I call you back...what time did you say the chopper leaves? How long we got?" "Hey, it's a corporate charter...can you be ready by ten?" Doug suggested hopefully, moving back the departure time. "Ten...that's four hours..." Donatello contemplated. "I think you mentioned that your two younger sons might be...into boys..." Doug continued, selecting his words carefully. "This would be the perfect thing for them...there's no shortage of boys around their age there, believe me." "Yeah, right, that's what concerns me," Donatello sighed. "We've already had...encounters...if you know what I mean and the situation is...hotter than I'd guessed." "Horny little fuckers, huh?" Doug laughed. "I know what you mean. I've got a couple...err...all three, really...like that. Believe me, I know where you're coming from. I never know quite what to expect. But here...listen, there's no pressure to have sex or...or sexual restrictions, either. Of course, nudity is mandatory at all times but..." "Okay, Doug, I'll feel them out on this, see what their reactions might be," Doug sighed. "I'll call you back in an hour, so you can make plans." "No problem, the chopper is at my beck and call 24-7, I just need to get back to the husband and kids tomorrow, I've got other clients to massage, you know," he laughed. "Okay...I'm not promising...I'll get back," Donatello pressed the "off" button and handed the phone back to Lonnie. "You're thinking of taking these horny little buggers to Erotic Isle?" Lonnie asked in disbelief as his white gloves accepted the phone. He knew enough about his boss's business to read between the lines of their conversation, even having heard only half of it. "Lonnie, go wash some dishes, peel some potatoes, just mind your own fucking business," Donatello told his assistant softly. "We gonna take a trip?" Marco questioned, having done some between-the-lines reading himself. Donatello took a deep breath. "That was a business...a real estate salesman, actually," Donatello began, unsure how to go on. "I've been contemplating purchasing a some property...a vacation retreat on this island." "What island?" Nicholas wanted to know immediately. "It's called...uhhh...it's an island off...I don't know...somewhere off in the Caribbean," Donatello detoured, hoping not to raise more questions than he was obliged to answer. "I'd planned on flying over...spending the weekend...maybe a few days there looking over the place...negotiating..." "Then we dropped in, right?" Marco guessed as he struggled to keep the flaps of his bathrobe in place. "Something like that," Donatello admitted. "We could go along," Nicholas suggested. "Yes, well...that's exactly what Mr. Bristol was proposing," Donatello sighed, eyeing the boy, picturing in his mind all manner of horny hyjinx the kid might be capable of in such a promiscuous sexual environment. "So, what's the problem, we're already mostly still packed up," Mikolos noted. "We could probably get all our stuff into one suitcase even." "Hmph..." Donatello snorted, laughing, "I'll bet you could." He failed to mention the reasoning behind such a wager. "What did you mean, talking about the dress code?" Marco recalled, cutting to the chase much more rapidly than his father would have liked. "We have to wear suits and ties and fancy clothes?" Nicholas asked in distaste. Donatello smiled induligently. "No, son, quite the opposite, in fact." "Nude?" Marco guessed. Donatello nodded slightly, eyeing the boys' reaction. "Naked!" Mikolos cried excitedly. "No clothes?" Nicholas put it no less succinctly. "You're thinking of investing in a NUDIST COLONY?" Marco laughed from the other end of the table. "What's a nudist colony?" Nicholas asked innocently, "where everyone goes...NAKED all the time?" "Actually, it's a nudist community...the whole island," Donatello admitted. "Clothing optional, right?" Marco asked hopefully. "No," Donatello said softly, gazing down at his bare feet in front of him even as his cock started getting hard. "Not in this case." "Cool," Nicholas reacted. Donatello smiled slightly, shaking his head. Nicholas was obviously on board, just as he'd guessed. "Actually, Nicholas, they tell me the place isn't cool, but rather warm, year around, between seventy and eighty degrees with a nice breeze...water temperature eighty or above most of the time." "I could live with that," Mikolos smiled, his cock getting hard just thinking about running around naked all the time. "Lots of sex, orgies every night...bobbing breasts, firm thighs, shapely..." Marco smiled at the thought as well. "Yes, Marco...all that except..." Donatello debated as to whether to tell his only straight son about the male-female ratio the island boasted. "Yes, all that," he decided not to. "Except what?" Mikolos quickly questioned. "All the girls are too old for you," Donatello joked, hoping his humor might get him home free. "Oooooo...I don't like girls anyway," Mikolos reacted just as his father expected. "What about the BOYS? They got lots of cute boys there...boys our age?" Nicholas asked hopefully. "Uhhhh...errr...I wouldn't be surprised," Donatello admitted, smiling, winking at the boy. "Sounds like fun," Marco surprised his father in seeming to have no misgivings. "But what if I get...you know...hard?" "You FUCK someone, stupid," Mikolos reacted, as if it was the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "Right...make dad a grandpa...he said he wanted you to..." Nicholas chimed in. "When he's a little older," Donatello immediately interjected. "Marco, I've never been there, but I'm guessing that erections are probably quite common and no one is going to really notice." "Especially with HIS little wienie," Nicholas giggled, feeling his own wienie no longer still very little." "Bigger than YOURS, though," Marco countered. "Prove it," Nicholas challenged, suddenly rising from the table, sweeping back the folds of his robe, and jutting his hard, hairless, not-so-little boycock up before them in proof." In the far corner of the dining room, the costumed butler discreetly adjusted his restrained genitals and restrained an outburst of laughter. "Boys...boys...Nicholas, put that thing away...forgodsake, we're not having a pissing contest here," Donatello sharply reproved his sons. "Maybe we better leave him here with Lonnie," Marco suggested, eyeing the gay butler out of the corner of his eye. Lonnie forced a smile but said nothing. "Maybe I should leave you ALL here with Lonnie," Donatello suggested, the likelihood of that actually the farthest thing from his mind. "I could live with THAT, too," Milolos joked, still looking forward to a sexual encounter with the good-looking butler/secretay/executive assistant/gigolo. "Okay, listen, boys..." Donatello decided. "I should probably have my head examined for this but...if you think you can handle it..." "I'd LOVE to handle it...lots of its...them," Marco joked obscenely from the end of the table, pretended to fondle a couple imaginary breasts. "Marco, this is for YOU especially...sex...can be very pleasurable, as I'm sure you know, but it also entails no small degree of responsibility," Donatello lectured his oldest son. "Yeah, Marco, don't go knockin' up some ugly girl..." Mikolos needlessly translated for his brother. "Dad, I know about...contraceptives, god, I'm sixteen now," Marco complained. "I didn't know they made'em that small," Nicholas ruthelessly teased. "I'm glad boys can't get pregnant," Mikolos spouted confidently. "AS I was saying..." Donatello struggled to recapture the gist of his lecture. "All three of you...this is NOT some kind of wild, gang-bang orgy we're going to. These are smart, refined, educated, successful, very wealthy people who happen to enjoy the freedom to moved about without the confinement of clothing while, from time to time, no doubt, also enjoying various forms of sex." "Wheeeeee..." Mikolos reacted. "Now, if you boys aren't mature enough to handle that like...responsible young men," Donatello told them, "Then I'll just call Mr. Bristol and tell him thanks, but no thanks." "We're mature," Nicholas insisted. "I'll try not to get a hardon while having dinner with all your rich friends." "Gees, a whole WEEK of being naked?" Mikolos struggled to get his horny, thirteen-year-old mind around the idea. "And unlimited sex?" Marco added his own thoughts. "Theoretically," Donatello reminded his son. "Don't expect every...girl you see to fall in love with you and want to have your baby." "Guess we won't have to pack," Mikolos smirked. "Well, if we leave tonight, we will be spending the night in Nassau from what I understand so..." Donatello reminded the boys. "I'll bring my pajamas," Nicholas joked. "You haven't worn pajamas since your were five and a half," Mikolos insisted. "Six," Nicholas corrected. "And forgodsakes, no bickering..." Donatello reminded them. "You're not among your friends next door or down the street anymore." "Dad?" "Yes, Marco?" "What if someone gay comes on to me?" Donatello tried not to wince. "Well, I guess you just tell them, like I mentioned a minute ago. Politely tell them, thanks, but no thanks."