Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 19:32:21 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 9 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 NINE "You weren't kidding when you said this place was huge," Donatello Raphaello commented as their chopper made a swing around the sprawling, irregularly shaped Erotic Isle the next afternoon. "Can you see any naked people?" Nicholas asked as he glued his nose to the tiny window behind his seat along the outside bulkhead. "Dick head, we're at two-thousand feet; even if you could, what fuckin' difference would it make?" Marco laughed at his little brother. What they could see was lots of sandy beaches edging the low-lying areas of island and lots of volcanic cliffs in the more mountainous areas. "I had no idea the terrain was so varied," Donatello told Doug Bristol as they spotted several large, modern, concrete, glass, stone, and steel villas. "How many people live here now?" "We have several hundred permanent residence and on some days, as many as a thousand more staying in our three resort hotels," Doug explained. "There's one of the hotels down there, with the red and white tower. It bridges an inlet with beaches on each side, yet allows boats to pass through. Then there's often as many as a dozen pretty good sized yachts docked at various marinas around the place. You'd be surprised what sun, sea, sand, sex, and naked boys brings in the way of wealthy visitors." "Lots of curiosity seekers?" Donatello asked. "Not if we can keep this place a secret," Doug smiled, "at least from those who can't afford it." "I'm afraid to ask what that means," Donatello sighed. "If you see a spot down there that appeals to you, I'll tell you exactly what it means," Doug Bristol joked as the chopper dropped down toward the five-unit helipad patterned after that on Ecstasy Island. "You thinking of building a place here?" Marco asked his dad as he too found his eyes glued to the seemingly interminable sandy coastline. "Looks like a guy could get lost down there." "Actually, the hotel towers and the two mountain peaks serve as landmarks making it easy to get your bearings once you're on the ground," Doug explained. "I don't see any paved roads," one of the other men observed. "That's because all we use here to get around are boats and golf carts. We have water taxis and just about everyone owns a boat or two," Doug told them. "A lot of people just walk, or run. This place has a high regard for physical fitness and a well-toned body." "They kick ya off the island if ya get fat, right?" Mikolos joked. "I really couldn't say," Doug told the boy dryly. "We've never had to deal with that happening." "When do we getta take our clothes off?" Nicholas asked anxiously, already having unbuttoned his sport shirt to the waist. "Go for it, kid, any time you like, we'll be landing in a minute or two," Doug told him, looking forward too seeing the young boy naked. "Don't encourage him," Donatello laughed. "You better wait until we land and go through customs." "But if I'm NAKED, they'll know I ain't smugglin' anything into the country," Nicholas reasoned. "I'm not sure I'm going to like this bein' naked all the time," Mikolos worried. "You'll get used to it," Doug patted the boy on the shoulder. "By the time you leave, you'll wish you didn't have to put clothes back on. Just wear lots of sun block." "Sex can be quite painful when you have a sunburn," Travis told the boys, apparently from past experience. "Errr...right...thanks for...for the advice," Marco rolled his eyes. If the truth were known, he too was unsure he wanted to be naked 24-7 in front of people...especially gay guys he didn't know. "Ahhhhh...nice, soft, landing," Doug smiled, nodding at the pilot. "EcstasyInc knows how to pick'em. Not a single mishap in the two years we've been up and running. "Just grab your bag and follow me down the steps to the terminal. Donatello, have your passport cards I gave you handy, we don't stand on ceremony around here. Then we'll find you some lockers and you can all become legal guests." "Legal guests?" Nicholas questioned. "NAKED guests," Mikolos smiled at his little brother's innocense. "Kind of breezy," Marco noted as they all climbed from the copter. "Part of that's prop wash from the rotors," Doug noted. "But yes, there always seems to be a nice breeze, makes the heat more tolerable. Just remember what I told you about the sun block. The Caribbean sun can be vicious. I've seen redness develop in some people in as little as fifteen minutes. Even once you pick up a decent tan, still, don't go anywhere without it." Inside, the customs formalities took less than five minutes. "This where we get naked?" Nicholas looked about an the long rows of lockers separated by narrow benches. It was the biggest locker room he'd ever seen. "Yes, just choose a locker with a key in the locker. Everyone on the island has a locker here in case they need to leave. There's a long chain on each key. Put it around you neck. If you loose your key, you'll ever be able to leave the island," Doug joked as they all started pulling off their clothes. "I'm getting a hard on," Travis laughed as he got naked. Indeed, he was, to the tune of more than seven inches. "Before we go further, the rules regarding public sex...well, private sex too, I guess...feel free to say no. But I might add, local custom consideres it impolite," Doug advised. "WHAT?" Marco cried in dismay. Doug smiled. "Here, I have something just for you." He handed Marco a pair of white framed sunglasses." "Err...thanks but..." Marco looked at the shades, mystified. "It's a sign," Doug explained. "It tells others, I'm straight." "Geee...coool," Marco tried them on. "Just don't LOSE them," Travis laughed. "And these are for you two," Doug handed Nicolas and Mikolos shades similar to Marco's except in pink. "These mean, hey, everybody, I'm gay?" Nicholas asked, trying them on. "Well, yes, but more to the point, they say, 'no anal sex, I'm too young'," Doug explained. "Thank you," Donatello told Doug, a look of relief on his face. "I was a little worried about just that question." "And what color do I get?" Travis inquired. "Well, you can have pink too, or red ones," Doug gave the fifteen-year-old boy beauty a choice. "What does the red mean?" Travis asked cautiously. Doug smiled, winking at the two men shepherding the boy. "That color means, 'fuck me silly, I can take anything you got'." "Give him the red ones," one of this "fathers" ordered. Travis forced a nervous smile, then obediently chose the red-framed plastic sunglasses. "And what about at night when the sun ain't shinin'?" Marco worried. Doug handed Marco a gold chain. "Clip this to the frames and wear them around you neck." "One thing you're going to find, boys, is that you're going to miss not having pockets," Donatello told his sons from past experience, in having spent a very naked week on Ecstasy Island. "Later we'll get you each a credit tag to go with your key so you can buy stuff...like...like sun block. "No problem," Doug smiled. He retrieved some small plastic tubes of spf 50 sunscreen. "Compliments of EcstasyInc. It has a hole in the bottom that'll let it hang on your neck chain too." "Ain't all this shit gonna get in the way when we fuck?" Travis worried, his cock, now harder and huger than before. "Hey, kid, it goes around your NECK not up your ass," one of Travis' men joked. "Great, we all set?" Doug smiled. "Just come with me, we'll grab a cart and drop you men and Travis off at the Boy Village Resort, then the rest of us will go on over to our place. Donatello, you can meet Derek; you boys can get acquainted with my bunch of horny fuckers." "They all gay?" Mikolos asked hopefully. "Mmm...afraid not, Mik...you mind if I call you Mik?" Doug asked. "The twins, Buddy and Bobby are about your age...you're gonna love'em, they are very....very, very, very gay...if you know what I mean." My daughter, however, Bunny, is, most assuredly, NOT." Marco's face brightened. "She's cute, too," Doug winked. "And naked?" Nicholas asked, what his older brother was only thinking. "Of course...listen, boy," Doug intoned very seriously, "you can get your cute little butt arrested for NOT being naked on this island." "You're kidding?" Donatello laughed. "You have cops who go around enforcing your dress code?" "Uhhhh...well...no...but you've heard of a 'citizen's arrests,' right? The punishment usually involves a good 'dressing down'." Doug smiled as they all, to Marco's relief, crowded into TWO golf carts. "Or sometimes a good tongue lashing. Just follow us," Doug told the other group. "It's not far." "Scoot over, Nick, you're givin' me a hardon," Mik complained as the three boys all but cuddled in the back seat of the cart. "I think I'd just as leave walk," Marco joked as he rested one arm around the back of the seat and around his two naked little brothers. "Listen, Marco, all you boys," Doug continued his island indoctrination for their benefit. "Get used to it, you ARE going to get hard...quite often, if my boys are any indication. Don't worry about it. Actually, I think you look BETTER when you're cocks are hard. Now in public, it tends to mean, 'take me, I'm yours', but again, everyone here on this island knows the rules...'no means NO'." "Are there many girls on the island...besides your daughter, I mean?" Marco asked as the zipped along at some twenty miles per hour. "Of course...a dozen or so...some probably a little YOUNG for you..." Doug answered. "How young?" Nicholas immediately wanted to know. Doug laughed. "Well, boy, you many not believe this, but some of them are probably a little young for YOU, even." "Really?" Donatello reacted in surprise. "I think little Misty is probably the youngest," Doug replied thoughtfully. "I think she's nine or ten now. Her dad is a EcstasyInc bigwig." "There any cute little boys that young?" Mikolos asked hopefully. "Oh, yeah, quite a few, cute as fuck, too, I can hardly keep my hands off'em," Doug told his young guest. "These kids...they...sexually active?" Doug asked in surprise. Doug laughed with a kind of grunt. "Yeah...cutest things you ever saw, fuckin' each other on the beach, sixty-nining in the hotel lobby, by the pool... Sometimes I think the kids have about five times more sex than the adults, even those on Duralon." "Even little Misty?" Nicholas asked. "Well, let's just say she's not seen her virginity since she came here," Doug smiled. "Is your daughter a virgin?" Mikolos asked out loud what Marco hadn't the nerve. "BUNNY?" Doug guffawed. "Mik, if that's your way of asking if you can FUCK her, then by all means, you have my permission to fuck, suck, masturbate, anything you want to do with her. I don't think you'll have to get down on your knees and propose marriage to get a little pussy. That answer your're question?" "Cool, I never fucked a girl before," Mikolos smiled broadly, his cock now rock hard, jutting up from his thin, hairless groin. "Maybe we better find you one more your own age for starters then," Doug suggested as they pulled up near the Boy Village. "Bunny might be a little overwhelming for a kid your age." "How old is she," Marco asked politely. "You're sixteen, right?" Doug eyed the boy from head to cockhead. "Right..." Marco smiled. "You should fit right in quite nicely," Doug laughed sizing up the boy's cock. "You guys can look around if you like. I have to go make sure all the arrangements are up to par...should take about fifteen minutes. Then we'll head over to the Villa Bristol." "Whew...this place is going to take some getting used to," Donatello sighed, looking around, shaking his head. "I'm used to it already," Nicholas proclaimed. "Okay, all of you, get your sunscreen on...remember, you're naked...all over...every square inch...help each other out, make sure you're covered," Donatello directed. "Dad, you wanna get my back, I don't trust these little fuckers," Marco pleaded. "They might write 'I'M GAY' on my back." A few minutes later, adequately "greased up" as Mikolos called it, the three boys and their father headed down over the bank toward the sandy each next to and beneath the elevated hotel. "Hooooooo my godddddd," Donatello gasped. Even on Ecstasy he'd never seen so many beautiful teenaged boys, all completely naked, of course, and the vast majority with their six and seven, even eight-inch boy-cocks jutting up toward the sky. Nearly half of them were making love...kissing...sucking, fondling, fucking...sex so rampant all three of his sons could only stare open-mouthed. Donatello counted at least five couples apparently having orgasms, even as they watched. "Must be HUNDREDS," Mikolos gasped. "Who's counting?" Nicholas sighed in a similar state of shock. "I am....one, two...three...four...I can see only four girls in the whole fuckin' LOT," Marco complained. "Marco, I don't think we have time at the moment for you to go off in search of a mother for your children," Donatello rested his arm around his son's naked shoulder. "Although that one over there, the blond..." "But...FOUR...only FOUR...man, I don't like these odds," Marco complained. "Son...just remember, most of the boys here...are quite gay," Doug sought to comfort his son. "You may be the only boy on the island who likes girls." "I hope this Bunny likes to fuck," Marco sighed, unable to take his eyes off the mass of teenaged nakeness. "Look, there's a couple little kids suckin' each other," Nicholas pointed. "Forgodsake, Nicholas, don't fuckin' POINT!" Donatello hissed. "Yes...I see them. I see what Doug meant about them being so cute. "They look like they're no more than six or seven years old," Marco observed in dismay, tinged with disgust. "Something wrong with boys six or seven bein' gay?" Mikolos challenged his brother. "It just...just kind of creeps me out," Marco shuddered involuntarily. "You think the older guys...you know...play with them?" Donatello shrugged. "I don't know, son. My guess is, if they're here, they've likely learned to do that by watching older kids...adults." "In answer to your question..." Doug Bristol came up behind them. "Yes, it happens, and the Land of Ecstasy has no rules, no laws differentiating as to age. On Ecstasy, kids that young simply aren't permitted. Here...you've heard of 'don't ask, don't tell'?" "Is that healthy...you know, good for the kids?" Doug worried, not so much for his own promiscuous offspring but for two kids as young as those they were watching sucking one another's cocks. Doug shrugged. "The difference here is, we don't stigmatize sex. You don't have to be here long before you realize that, contrary to what most people think, kids quite young are quite naturally VERY sexual. It's play time for them. And, I suppose, in that adults like to...how should I put this...have fun with kids...play with them, enjoy them...interact...I guess how ever you say it, however innocent, it sound quite sexual, but I've never seen any kid here traumatized by sexual contact either from kids their own age, or from adults." "Amazing," Donatello shook his head as they all headed back toward the golf cart. "Despite what you might think, we're not a bunch of perverts here," Doug insisted. "Yes, we like sex...lots of it...any time, any place, just about any FORM, and some of us are partial to young boys, but for the most part, sexual contact tends to be kind of stratified by age. Seldom do you see a man and a boy with an age difference of more than...ohhh...about ten years. Of course, it's hard to know what goes on behind closed doors..." "Looks like all you'd have to do was drive by and look in the windows," Marco observed. "I never saw so much glass and so few curtains in all my life." Doug laughed. "We get a lot of exhibitionists here...proud of what they've got and not shy about demonstrating how they use it." "Gorgeous houses...mansions..." Donatello searched for the right word to describe the impressive examples of post-modern architecture. "Villas...glass, steel, stone, concrete...lots of marble...hardwood floors...pools, spas...all by the same architectural firm designed under strict EcstasyInc guidelines as to size, style, and quality," Doug explained. "Unfortunately, after you've lived here a while, there does get to be a kind of homogenized, homosexual sameness to them. See that place there atop the hill. I won't tell you his name...in his early forties...you'd recognize it in an instant, I'm sure...worth something like ten BILLION...lives there nine months a year with a harem of seven boys...one for each day of the week he claims...ranging in age from ten or twelve up to sixteen. Gorgeous creatures...Marco, you'd better stay away if you value your heterosexuality." "You have to be a billionaire to live here?" Donatello worried. "No, of course not...but it helps," Doug winked. "We have a few homeowners here who'd be hard pressed to break a million, but most...ten to fifty million range, something like that." "You must get paid a LOT," Nicholas suggested in awe. "EcstasyInc is quite generous, but we're not here because of what I earn," Doug revealed to his guests. "Buddy is the resident millionaire in our family." "Buddy? Your son?" Donatello reacted in amazement. "I don't usually discuss this sort of thing with clients but..." Doug said, hesitating even then as to just how much he should tell them. The others remained silent, listening intently. "You've heard of Cox Pharmaceuticals, no doubt, right?" Doug began. "Of course...love their Duralon..." Donatello smiled. "What's that?" Nicholas asked. "You tell him," Doug deferred to the boy's father. "You can decide how much he needs to know. Just remember, they're like candy around here, he WILL come in contact with the stuff." "Nicholas...Mikolos, Marco...Duralon is a pill made by Cox Pharm designed to...well...enhance your sexual performance," Donatello began. "It comes in five colors," Doug added. "The D-1 is white," Doug continued, making sure he had the color coding right in his mind. "They're designed to give you an erection and KEEP you erect for...several hours." "Ususally about four to six hours, but let me warn you, NEVER, take more than one," Doug fleshed out Donatello's discourse. "The pink ones...D-2s will also make you...well...slightly horny...more so than usual," Donatello continued. "Again, never more than one every four to six hours." Doug added. "The D-3s are a brighter shade of pink," Donatello continued. "They do what the other two do but also effect your reproductive system to accellerate your production of semon...totally OFF LIMITS for YOU, Nicholas," Donatello warned his youngest. "They basically allow you to fuck as much as you want without depleting your...precious bodily fluids, so to speak." "Don't stop there," Doug urged. "Okay, there's also a green one, D-4s...off limits to ALL of you..." Donatello hesitated to tell the boys more. "Go on, they need to know," Doug urged. "D-4s have a strong aphrodisiac added which NONE of you are...mature...enough to handle," Doug continued reluctantly. "They'e stictly for adults and I'm not sure I'd want to try them, quite frankly." "And then there are D-5s..." Doug shook his head in dismay at the thought. "D5s are for orgies (they're bright red). They last about six hours. They not just ALLOW you to have all the sex you could ever want or imagine, they're designed to DRIVE you sexually. They contain the strongest aphrodisiac, the strongest sex drivers anyone can stand. You kids should consider them the equivalent of POISON." Donatello warned in no uncertain terms. "I doubt you'll see anything more than D-3s," Doug added, as much to ease Donatello's worried expression as in speaking to the boys. "Just remember, more is NOT better...its...I don't think the word...'horrible' would be out of line if you take more than one at a time. Do NOT overdoes on any of them. "Where do we get them?" Marco asked. "Just about anywhere, just ask," Doug smiled. "And...please, if you ever see any greenies or 'red devils' tell ME...or your dad, they're...well, not quite what you'd call illegal or contraband, but...we like to keep them under very tight control, especially where kids are concerned." "I don't think I'm gonna need no pills, my cock is ALWAYS gonna be hard," Nicholas smiled down at his pulsating erection. "The reason I had your dad tell you about all that...my son, Buddy...he...and Bobby too...were part of a Cox Pharm testing program that went horribly wrong," Doug continued. "He suffered permanent damage to his reproductive system. He has become sterile and has a very good chance of developing testicular or prostate cancer later in life...maybe both." "He take one of them 'red-devil' thingies?" Mikolos asked. "No, what he did take...what he was given, was much worse," Doug continued. "He's better now, but at the time, he was having orgasms every fifteen minutes...and shooting...WAY too much...too much cum for an eleven-year-old boy," Doug told them with some difficulty. "WOW!" Marco gasped. "Now, he's stabilized, usually having to ejaculate about ever two or three hours," Doug continued. "I'm telling you this assuming you're all going to become good friends and...well, I guess you could say it's like a handicap. If you know about it...I'm telling you this to save him the embarrassment of having to explain...if you know about his problem, you can be prepared and...well...maybe help him out a little when his times come around." "Is it like a siezure?" Donatello asked in concern. Doug shook his head. "It's hardly noticeable around here. Some might simply chalk it up to teenaged horniness but...it's much more serious than that and...he simply looses control of his own body, sexually speaking, ever few hours." "Too bad," Donatello sympathized. "Oh, forgodsake don't pity him," Doug laughed. "I think he kind of enjoys it most of the time. We treat it as a minor nuisance. In any case, we got a substantial monetary settlement from Cox, which allows Buddy a fairly normal life here on the island and the rest of us...we just kinda go along for the ride. Well...here we are." Doug announced as the pulled up in the parking area before an enormous, virtually all glass villa that set his riders' eyes popping in amazement. "WOW!" Nicholas intoned. "You can say that again," Mikolos gaped at the place. "WOW...WOW...WOW...WOW! How's that?" Nicholas repeated unnecessarily. "I take it there aren't many stones in your front yard," Donatello joked. "Stones? Oohhhhh...stones...yes...well...we've never had the problem, but..." Doug laughed. "Come on in, meet the horny little fuckers." They didn't have to go in, the "horny little fuckers" Bunny, Bobby, Buddy, and then Derek Chandler, bringing up the rear, came rushing out, hugging and kissing Doug as if they'd not seen him in years. "Whoaaaa mannnnnnnn..." Marco gasped when he saw Bunny. "Easy, stud," his father hissed. "Don't embarrass me." "Donatello...my family...Bunny, Bobby...I think...yeah, Bobby, Buddy, and I think you recognize Derek from the Blade," Doug introduced his family as Donatello and Derek shook hands. "And this is my crew," Donatello returned the gesture, "Marco my oldest, then this is Mikolos, he's thirteen, and finally, Nicholas, who's eleven." "Almost twelve," Nicholas volunteered, stretching the definition of "almost" somewhat. "How old is Marco?" Bunny immediately asked sexily, having noticed there was no mention of the handsome teenager's age. "I'm sixteen," Marco volunteered, no longer even trying to keep his soaring hard cock under control. Mikolos mischievously batted at it with his hand. "I think he likes you."