Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 12:22:20 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm - Prologue In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with "The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segments, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), "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 boys 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 PROLOGUE "Don't stop, feels good." "Your cock is really hard." "Keep doin' it to me like that." "I knew you'd like it, man." "Fuck yes, feels good, Mikolos, feels good, feels good, feels really, really gooooood." "Do it to me to," Mikolos urged as he squirmed his naked young thirteen-year-old boy-body closer to that of his brother. "My cock's bigger than yours," Nicholas Raphaello smiled as his tiny hand closed around his older brother's four-inch cocklet. "You didn't HAVE to say that," Mikolos sighed as his hand continued its up and down stroking over his brother six inches of circumcised boy-cock. "It just keeps feeling better and better." "I know, just wait till the end..." "What if mom comes in and catches us doin' stuff to each other?" Nicholas worried. "She won't. She always knocks," Mikolos reminded his naked little brother as they writhed nakedly in growing sexual pleasure. "God, it feels good...deep down inside me like...weird feeling," Nicholas shuddered in a new jolt of aching sexual delight. "Keep doin' it to me too, keep jackin' my cock," Mikolos reminded his brother as the boy sometimes stopped momentarily to enjoy the feeling. "What do you mean, the end?" Nicholas asked innocently. "You'll see." "Just when I think it can't possibly feel any better, it DOES," Nicholas gasped. "Your cock is so big and beautiful," Mikolos impulsively kiss his little brother on the lips. "Why'd you do that," Nicholas reacted, startled. "Cause I felt like it," Mikolos insisted, needing to reveal no other motivation. "Kiss me again, it gave me quite a jolt," Nicholas requested. "Like this," Mikolos planted a long, hard, passionate kiss on and between Nicholas' lips. "You stuck your tongue in my mouth," Nicholas giggled as the spasms of sexual pleasure grew stronger and closer together. "It's call frenching," Mikolos told him. "I saw them do it in a movie." "You watched two boys kissing in a movie?" "No, a guy and a girl, but..." "Ohhhhh fuuuuccck, Miko, feelin' better and better every second." "I know, I can feel it to. Do it to me faster." "Ohhhhh fuck, this feels sooo weird...sooo good....soooo....ohhhhhhh god, I can't believe how good it feels, man." "The faster you do it, the better it feels." "Yeah, yeah, do it to me, jack me, man, jack me, hard, jack me faster, faster, faster..." Nicholas gasped, heaving and thrusting his hard young boy-cock up into his brother's jacking fist as the two of them writhed nakedly in one another's arms. "You kiss ME this time," Mikolos insisted. Nicholas did, his tongue met by that of his brother, teasing, dueling between them. "Ohhhhhhh fuccck....fuccckkkk...something....something weird is...feels...ohhhh, fuck...fucck...like...like I'm gonna fuckin' DIE, AHGHEHAHH....AHHAHHAHHRHHGHEHHGHHHEHHGH," Nicholas cried out as the ecstasy of his very first virginal orgasm rose up within him. "You're no gonna die, you're gonna CUMMMM....agheaoehrhahh FUCK, ME TOOO...ME TOO, I'M FEELIN' IT TO, NICHOLAS, I'M FEELING IT TOO, KEEP JACKIN' MY COCK, KEEP...KEEP...!!" "YOU'RE ALL WET...YOUR COCK..." Nicholas had the urge to withdraw his hand but Mikolos held it in place, continuing to move it up and down over his ejaculating cock. "It's called CUMMMM...SPERM...AHGEOAOEIRHAHHHHG GODDDD...BABY STUFF," Mikolos gasped as his sexual pleasure skyrocketed with every boyish spurt of his hypersensitive cock. "AAHHAHIIAIIIAIHGH, OAOEIHGHAHHEHRH GOD, EIAIEIEHOOAOEIGHH AHGHAHHGH!" "AAEEIAIEHRHEHHHHH...OAOEIHAHEHHHAEIEIIHHHH GOD, THE FEELING...IT JUST KEEPS...KEEPS....MORE AND MORE...I CAN FEEL...FEELS, SO...AHGHEAOEIRHOOIH GOOD, SO GOOD, LIKE I'M GONNA EXPLODE INSIDE, GHAOIEHROIAIEHH MAN, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, MIKO, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP DOIN IT, KEEP MAKIN' ME...MAKIN' ME CUM!! HOW COME I'M NOT SHOOTIN' THAT BABY STUFF? "YOU'RE TOO YOUNG....YOU'RE ONLY ELEVEN...YA GOTTA BE THIRTEEN TO SHOOT CUM...LIKE ME," Mikolos explained as his slender little Italian boy-body continued to ache and writhe through his orgasm. "JACK ME, JACK ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, KEEP...AHGHEHAIEIIRIHHH FUCK...AHGHEAHHEH GOD, FEELS GOOD...FEELS GOOOD...FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD," Nicholas once more kissed his big brother long and hard. "KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVER STOP, I WANNA KEEP FEELIN' THIS FEELING TILL... "What's all the racket going on in..." Christina Raphaello opened the boys' bedroom door without knocking and without finishing her sentence. She could see very plainly what was "going on" in there. Both her beautiful young sons were completely naked, their cocks completely hard, their hands still stroking one another as they very plainly and noisily gave one another orgasms. "OOAOAHAGHEHHGHHGHHH!!!" Mikolos gave a strangled, red-faced, embarrassed cry of horror. "MAAAHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm!" Nicholas reacted similarly, even as neither of them stopped masturbating one another. "HOOOO MY GODDDD!" Christina cried out in horror at what her eyes beheld. "STOP THAT...STOP IT...BOTH OF YOU, STOP DOING THAT TO EACH OTHER!" "MOM...YOU DIDN'T..." Mikolos began. "KNOCK!" Nicholas finished his thought. "STOP IT...YOU'RE...YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER...STOP IT, STOP IT...QUEER AS TWO PIGS IN THE PARLOR!" The boys' mother ordered as neither boy showed any inclination to end their pleasurable ecstasy despite her intrusion and presence. "What the hell's goin' on up....hoooooo fucccckkkk," Marco Raphaello, the boys' sixteen-year-old brother burst in behind his mom and immediately burst out laughing hilariously. "Marco! It's not funny, and watch your mouth, boy, before I give you a taste of what these two are gonna get," Christina threatened all three of her boys. "Mom, zoom out, they're just..." Marco managed despite his laughter. Finding his little brothers bare-assed naked jacking each other's cocks wildly funny. But his mother's overblown reaction to their adolesecent sexual experimentation he found truly hilarious. "They're gay, they're queer, they're..." Christina reacted. "What do you mean, just like dad?" Mikolos questioned as finally he and his brother released one another's boy-cocks, though neither made any attempt to cover their sexually aroused genitals or retreat from their mother's angry gaze. "Marco...uhh...DO something...make them...them..." Christina's mind staggered along with her speech. "DO something?" Marco again burst out laughing. "Like what beat the fuckin' shit outta'em for jackin' off?" "No...I mean....ohhhhhhh...damn..." Christina suddenly turned on her heel and fled the room. "What's so funny?" Nicholas dared to ask his oldest brother. "YOU! You two should SEE yourselves," Marco laughed, coming over and sitting down on the edge of the double bed his younger brothers shared. "Nice shade of red you got there, Miko. "What you gonna do?" Nicholas worried. "Nice cock, kid, where'd you come up with that fucker?" Marco asked as he watched Nicholas boyish male organ shrink somewhat. "Damn, you're almost bigger'n me. By the time you're my age, you're gonna make some girl...or boy...VERY happy." "How big are you?" Mikolos wanted to know as his own cock began to shrink. "Oh, about...none of your fuckin' business," Marco suddenly resisted bragging. "You two little fuckers really gay?" The two boys looked at one another uncertainly. "Maybe," Nicholas ventured where his older brother feared to go. "You two kiss and stuff, suck cocks?" Marco questioned. "Suck cocks?" Mikolos reacted in disgust. The thought had never once occurred to him. "You two cocksuckers?" Marco made himself clearer. "NO!" Mikolos cried in no uncertain terms. "Does suckin' cocks feel good?" Nicholas asked innocently. "Stupid question, of COURSE it feels good," Marco laughed, "when Mindy..." "Mindy sucks your cock?" Mikolos immediately picked up on his big brother's inadvertant admission. "None of your damned fuckin' business," Marco cried back, angry with both himself and his brothers that their little daliance had come to this. The boys stared at him in silent terror. Seldom had they seen their brother mad. Marco extended the silence, starting to feel ashamed that he'd yelled at the two little brothers for whom he felt a deep, brotherly affection. "Yes...it does." Marco collected himself. "I'm sorry, it's just...some things a guy just can't talk about." "You ever suck a guy's cock?" Nicholas asked inquisitively. "FUCK NO!" Marco lost it again. Then, a moment later, "no...nor will I. I'm definitely not gay." "I think I am," Nicholas admitted softly, eyeing the naked brother next to him. "You ARE?" Mikolos reacted in surprise and dismay. "I think you BOTH are," Marco smiled down at them. "But that's fine with me, I'm not gonna fuckin' self-destruct like mom." "Really?" Mikolos wide-eyed his older brother. "Why should I?" Marco reacted. "You two horny little toads wanna play around with your cocks, wanna jack each other off...shoot some cum together, even SUCK each other off, hell, why should I fuckin' care?" "I don't think I'd like suckin' ANYONE'S cock," Mikolos rolled his eyes, his face screwed up in an expression of intense distaste. "That's cool," Marco laughed at his younger brother's expression. "You WILL though, if you're gay...and I think you are. You two have the look." "What look?" Mikolos questioned anxiously. Marco shrugged. "Hard to explain...I've seen how you look at other boys, though." "WHAT other boys?" Mikolos cried in alarm. "Well, Nikki here, Aaron down the street, Tommy Tanner...that really cute kid across the street..." Marco reeled off a list. "Brian Bachelor?" Nicholas giggled. "I could be gay for him any day." "MARCO...MARCO...DINNER'S ON THE TABLE, GET DOWN HERE! the boys heard their mother call from downstairs. "Sounds like WE'RE not invited?" Mikolos laughed. "She'll probably disown us?" Nicholas worried. "Probably have you both ARRESTED," Marco teased his younger brothers as he watched both boys pull loose gym shorts over their naked little boy-bodies without bothering with underwear or shirts. They hustled barefoot downstairs after their brother, unconsciously hoping he'd protect them from their mother. Dinner was a quiet little affair. Christina said nothing and the boys next to nothing as they ate and pointed when they wanted something passed. Near the end, their mother broke her silence. "I can't handle this," she admitted simply. Her three son stared at her expectantly. She was near tears. "Yes you can," Marco countered. "You're strong," he added lovingly. "No...I went through this once...more than ten years ago with your father." Christina revealed. "I can't do it again." "Dad was gay?" Marco read between her lines for the first time. "Is..." she began, then burst into tears. "Gay?" Nicholas questioned. His mother nodded. "Ten years ago?" Marco put the numbers together. "That why you...? "Yes..." Christina sobbed, nodding. "And now...you two..." "But mom, we're..." Mikolos began. "Don't deny it," Christina suddenly interjected. "I saw you...just like I saw..." she began crying now more profusely. "You caught dad with another man?" Marco guessed. "Worse...a boy...younger than you...twelve...maybe thirteen," Christina revealed between her tears what she'd always hidden from the boys. "Ohhhh my goddddddd..." Marco gasped, starting to understand his mother's pain for the first time. "Mik...you and Nik...you can't stay here," Christina softly decreed. "I'd loose it. I'd go crazy, kills someone...or myself, I just can't..." "Mom," Marco rose from the table and rushed to hug his mother. "You don't mean that, you can't..." "I DO," Christina suddenly shook free from her son's embrace. "You're not queer TOO, are you?" She asked suddenly, terror written boldly across her face. "No," Marco assured her softly. "Just ask Mindy," he added, trying for a little levity. "That's not funny," Christina snapped. "You two...have..." "Sex?" Marco completed her question. "Yes...mom, I'm sixteen...I have feelings...needs. I love her. Of course we've had sex." He started to add, "lots of times," but thought better of it. Christina stared at he oldest son is shock and dismay, which gradually turned to a look of relief. "You gonna have us arrested?" Nicholas asked, near tears himself. "Arrested?" Christina reacted numbly. "Bad joke," Marco admitted to the boys. "No, but...you can't stay here. I'm calling your father," Christina revealed. "He's equipped to handle this. I'm not." "Dad? You're going to send us to live with dad?" Mikolos reacted with alarm. "He's clear down in Florida...Miami, what about all our friends, what about...?" "You two should have thought about that before you turned queer on me," Christina glared at the two young boy. "Mom, that's not fair," Marco interceded for his brothers. "They...we didn't know about dad. The boys didn't...I mean...they, they were just...just foolin' around...like all boys do when they're eleven or twelve." "Did YOU...fool around like that when you were eleven or twelve?" Christina asked sharply, he tears receding. "I jacked off, if that's what you mean," Marco didn't waste any effort looking for euphemisms, "not with other boys but..." Christina eyed her three sons suspiciously, uncertain if her oldest was actually telling the truth. "Doesn't matter. Nicholas, Mikolos, you two get upstairs; find the biggest suitcases you can find; pack all your stuff, everything you think you'll need...everything that'll fit..." "Mom, forgodsakes, they're only..." Marco cried in dismay, realizing for the first time the consequences of what their little family crisis had come to. "Shut up!" Christina told her son softly but earnestly, her tone instantly silencing him. "You go too, go help them pack...try to explain...what... what I can't," she dismissed the trio. "Can Marco come with us...to go see dad?" Nicholas asked hopefully. "NO!" Christina cried angrily. "I can't have Donatello turning all THREE of my sons queer."