Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 14:08:06 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 13 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" and "EcstasyInc." "The Pharm Boys," like the previous segment, 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), and "EcstasyInc" (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 minor 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 two to three 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. THE PHARM BOYS CHAPTER 13 Darin Romeo settled into his big, black, leather executive chair and popped open his EcstasyInc e-mail account. He scanned down over the list of more than a dozen missives before pausing at one with the subject line reading "HELP". Outside, through his open folding glass door to his fourth floor balcony, he could hear the sounds of teenaged boys playing on the beach acrosss the Ecstasy Island harbor. It was always a welcomed sound. It meant guests were having fun, the boys were doing what they were best at, and the millions were rolling into the EcstasyInc coffers. The e-mail was from tinkertoy@ecstasyinc.com. Darin-- Sorry about the subject line, but didn't want to end up in your "delete" file. We just got back from a beach bash with the boys and some of our island friends tonight, including a friend of yours, Dr. Warren, who seems to be settling in quite nicely in his new digs across the way. Everyone had a grand old "fuckfest" except we should have brought down more beach beds. By the time the evening drew to a close, the one we had was gettiing kind of S-cummy. We'll have to have some of the boys scrub it down tomorrow. I was talking with Mike Warren about "things" and got the impression that our three palatial dorms, which have, up to now, remained empty, would not be empty much longer. There was nothing specific, no dates discussed. Even if he knew he couldn't tell us, but in any case, as a preemptive move, I thought I'd give you a shout out. WE NEED MORE PEOPLE OVER HERE. We have 87 kids now. It's not easy, but we manage (as compared to eight or ten at most when we were on Ecstasy). I've written to Nassau several times but that's like talking to a stone wall...WORSE, in fact. With a wall you sometimes get an echo. They don't even acknowledge our requests, much less work to fulfill them. In fact, it's easier to get MONEY from them that PEOPLE. The two people I miss most, the two people who would help us the most as we start getting what could quickly become a massive influx, are Ronon and Kevin. I know you...and them...well enough to know you'd never separate them, which is fine, and very kind of you. That's why I'm asking for BOTH of them. They know this end of this business better than anyone I can think of. I know, Kevin is quite young, and Ronon hardly much older, but having worked with both, I have no higher regard for anyone, of any age, than that pair. Please, please, please, talk to them, do whatever you have to do, pull strings, but please...we need them...desperately. --Toy Darin sat staring at the words on his monitor for several minutes. Then he hit the "print" tab. Behind him, on the credenza, the Epson hummed to life, spitting out Toy's words. He pressed the button on his intercom "Albert would you tell Kevin and Ronon I'd like to see them when they have time...sometime today." "Ronon has nothing but time. Kevin has time for nothing," Albert told him poetically. "Yes, well, give Kevin a yell first, then have them come in together," Darin told his secretary/executive asssistant. He laid the e-mail printout aside. It pained him to think of their leaving ecstasy. He was, after all, supposed to be grooming both boys for "bigger and better." What would Jim Loin think if he, instead, farmed them out to their old jobs with Tinkertoy and the new...Tinkertoy Academy. Mike had a way with words. It was perfect. It was also fifty, maybe a hundred miles away. Hell, no one he knew was even sure exactly where this "Bristol Island" was located. He had the feeling Cox enjoyed keeping secrets for the sake of keeping secrets. He found himself wondering how Mike had gotten the island's new designation past Cox--Nassau. That little move was tantamont to his renaming Ecstasy afer Ron Duncan. He wished he knew more about what was going on over there--what he might be getting the boys into. Albert buzzed him: "Lunch alright with the boys?" "Where?" Darin asked. "Am I invited?" Albert hinted. "Tell them to meet me at the Cock Dock at noon," Darin ignored the hint. He liked and respected, and most of all NEEDED Albert, but the handsome Italian hunk could be one nosey sonofabitch at times. Albert didn't reply. "Ohhhhh, shit, he's pissed," Darin muttered to himself as he released the talk button. It was only nine in the morning. It was gonna be a long day. "Damned fuckin' right," Darin heard Albert's reply, reminding him to keep his finger and mouth better synchronized next time. ----------- The Cock Dock was a noisy, touristy place with outdoor seating under umbrellas overlooking the water from an old wharf. Cox Constructiion had rehabilitated it from the Island's earlier incarnation as Jason Cox's private Eden. Outside, so long as the giant, sun-shading umbrellas were deployed, it was a pleasant enough place for lunch. Without the umbrellas, you risked sunburn, not to mention sea gulls circling overhead and shitting in your food. The sea gulls on Ecstasy could be devastating, and the sun no less so, especially given the wardrobe restrictions. Darin had been on the island for over a year now but still he sometimes turned a deeper shade of red than he might have liked. "Heyyyyy....who's payin'?" Kevin greeted his dad as he and Ronon joined him for the classic "naked lunch." "Not that it makes any difference, the waiter inside just wanted to know," Ronon corrected the impression his husband might be a cheapskate, which they all knew couldn't be further from the truth. "Hey, you're early for once. Who's the waiter?" Darin asked, drinking in the exquisite beauty the two boys radiated when they were together, basking in their deep affection for one another. "Geremy. He's good," Ronon told Darin. "And giantly cute!" Kevin bubbled. "Giantly?" Ronon raised one eyebrow as they seated themselves in the umbrella's vital shade. "You seen his cock...when it's hard, I mean?" Kevin defended his use of the newly coined word. "What'll it be, boys?" Geremy asked as he approached their table with his giant cock giantly apparent. "We have a special on Cock Tails--two for one." "Two for one person...sounds good to me," Kevin ordered. "Make that three, whatever your special is today, and I don't mean three apiece," Darin decided for the boys. "OOOoooooo hottttt," Kevin watched Geremy's cute, naked buns as he went to the bar. "You ever fuck him?" Ronon asked. "Not yet, but maybe after lunch, soon as he clears the table." Kevin was only half joking, which made the line all the funnier. "How old is he? He's starting to look a bit...mature...for a working boy," Darin suggested. Seldom did the guest service staff work past the age of sixteen before moving to jobs behind the scene or heading for a higher education at some Cox college or training facility. "Kevin's going to be disappointed. Geremy will be seventeen in about fifteen minutes," Ronon teased. "He turns into a pumpkin at twelve noon." "You ever fuck a pumpkin? You cut a whole in the side and..." "Kevin, please, don't ruin our appetites," Ronon told him. "So, what's up, pop?" Kevin asked, well aware that his dad wouldn't waste either of their valuable time unless it was important. "I got an e-mail this morning." Darin picked up the folded printout and handed it to his son. Both boys read it in silence. "When do we leave?" Kevin looked up from the paper, staring at his dad blankly. "That's it? No questions, no discussion," Darin asked in dismay. "Dad, we both hate it here, we..." Kevin began. "We DON'T hate it here," Ronon contradicted. "Yes, we do," Kevin insisted. "I'm in over my head and working my head OFF, and you're in a dead-end do-nothing job jackin' off twenty times a day." "Seldom more than ten," Ronon corrected. "You might try HELPIING one another," Darin suggested. "We tried that. Lasted almost a whole day," Ronon eyed his father-in law. "He resented me and I nearly lost my mind." "We decided we loved one another too much to work together," Kevin explained, his voice suddenly becoming soft and gentle. "So, you'd both JUMP at the chance to go to Bristol Island, sight unseen, not knowing even where the place is, or what you'd be getting into when you get there?" Darin questioned the two boys. "We know we'd be working with Tink and Toy, apparently helping manage several hundred boys...doing something we both love..." Ronon replied seriously. "With Cox, that's about all we could expect to know." Darin had to admit, Ronon summed it up pretty well. "Well, neither of you will be going anywhere soon," Darin took back the e-mail and folded it, catching himself looking for a pocket to put it in. "Ecstasy can't be without a DOB. So unless you two know somone qualified to become Dean of Boys, we've got to go through Cox Nassau, who may, in fact, say hell no to the whole idea, in which case..." "I think I might know someone," Kevin suggested. "Who?" Ronon asked, because he was also trying to think of someone and had drawn a blank. "Remember Biff and Bob?" "Who?" Ronon repeated. "Ohh...you mean Buff and Boff?" "Whatever," Kevin sighed. "You remember them, dad? They come here two or three times a year." "Vaguely," Darin admitted. "Twins, right, about nineteen...twenty, maybe." "Really, really, extraordinarily cute?" Kevin sought to shaked his dad's recall. "Kevin, I'm not sure they'd be the best..." Darin began. "Dad, they'd be PERFECT," Kevin interrupted excitedly. "Look, you need someone who knows the business, right? In this case you'd be getting TWO someones who REALLY know boys. Remember, they're the ones fucked Buddy and Bobby Bristol soon as they got off the boat, right smack in the middle of the terminal that time with everyone watching and..." "That was before I came, but, believe me, I've heard the story told and retold a few hundred times," Darin sighed rolling his eyes. It was now like part of the island folklore. "Your drinks..." Geremy interrupted, returning with three tall phallic glasses filled with some obscenely pink concoction topped with an even pinker whipped cream spurting an upright thin, white straw. "I'm almost afraid to ask," Darin observed the drink. "It's called an....ready for this...an ORGASM," Geremy proclaimed. "What'd you do, jack off into it?" Kevin questioned. "No, but I will if you like, just hold it over here and..." Geremy offered. "Uhhh...listen, boys, as entertaining as they might be, we don't have time," Darin objected. "Geremy, I'll have the club sandwich. Boys...?" "I'll have the Big Boy Burger, let us cum pickle," Kevin ordered. "What?" Ronon laughed out loud. "Let us...lettuce," Kevin explained, "cum is Latin or something for WITH, and pickle is...American for...pickle." "I'll have your Chicken Hawk sandwich," Ronon ordered, "hold the let us cum pickle." "You want French kisses with that?" Geremy asked. "French what?" Darin looked up from the menu in dismay. "Fries," both boy told him at the same time. "French kisses I like, fries are hard on my waistline," Darin laughed. "Cummin' right up," Geremy smiled as he rounded the table and engaged the boss in a rather deep, lengthy set of mouth-to-mouth pleasure. "He's itchin' for a big tip," Ronon smiled after the boy as he left to place their order. "He earned it," Darin told them, "...puttin' up with YOU two, I mean." "So, you gonna look up the twins, see if they're interested?" Kevin urged his father. "They'll be interested," Ronon assured Darin. "They should be finishing college by now. They were majoring in...well, Buff, I think, was a psych major, Boff was a business major." "See, dad, they'd be perfect, a perfect team, just like us," Kevin urged. "'cept they don't bicker all the time like us." "It might help if I knew their actual names," Darin suggested. "Have Albert look them up in the computer," Kevin suggested. "If he can't find them..." "Well, they ARE a rather personable pair," Darin recalled. "The only question is can I sneak this past Jim Loin in Nassau." "He ain't in Nassau, he's at his place in Malibu," Ronon asserted. "Ohhhh....and just where'd you come up with that little tidbit?" Darin questioned. "We live next door to his place, the Crystal Palace, remember?" Ronon reminded him. "Bored boys gossip." "When's he due back in Nassau?" Darin asked. "Who knows? But I bet I could find out," Ronon smiled mischievously, "Since I got so much time on my hands between my many orgasms." "I suppose it might work," Darin shrugged. "He IS a busy man...the bureaucrats in Nassau would just look at the moves and shrug, hopefully thinking they were too routine to bring to his attention..." "On top of that, it'd get Toy off their back, by the sound of her e-mail," Ronon noted. "Believe me, she can be a real pain in butt once she gets a wild hair up her ass," Kevin recalled. "Oh, and what a pretty ass it is, I can't wait to..." "KEVIN!" Darin and Ronon both cried out in dispair. ---------- "Buff and Boff who?" Albert reacted when when Darin put in his request for the twins' profile. "Kevin said you could figure that out," Darin winked in passing by Albert's desk on the way back from lunch. "Fine, have Kevin come over in his free time and do the search," Albert called after his boss as the office door closed between them. "Who the hells he think I am, the C.I. fuckin' A?" Actually, the CIA might wish for Albert in the fondest wet dreams. The search took less than five minutes, mostly because Albert recalled from memory far more about the island's many returning clients than he let on. The last name was Kauffman, their first names were Bryan and Ryan, though for the life of him Albert couldn't ascertain which one was Buff and which was Boff, in that they were, of course, identical. His cock hardened perceptibly as he scanned their mandatory nude photos. Their father, was apparently a wealthy Washington, DC, attorney, their mother, a gorgeous movie starlet and trophy wife with more than a little tarnish after some twenty years. Fortunately, the boys got their exquisite good looks from their mother. "You enjoy lunch?" Albert asked snidely as he flopped the Kauffman boys' file on Darin's desk, then left before the man could answer. Darin got up and dashed to the office door. He opened the it, sticking his head out. "The waiter's name was Geremy. We all had Orgasms." He then closed the door and retuned to his desk. When it came to mind games, Darin could compete with the best of them. Back at his desk, he scanned the contents of the twins' file folder, then read it more carefully a second time. He was impressed. From what he saw and what he recalled. The boys were right, the Kauffman twins would be, if not perfect, then at least adequate, perhaps even ideal for Kevin's job. Darin opened his e-mail account and began typing: boffnbuff@Harriman.edu Greetings from Ecstasy Island-- I'm not sure if we've ever met, but I have, however, taken note of your presence more than once during your visits to our fair land. My name is Darin Romeo. I'm managing director of the Ecstasy Island Resort. I'd like to take this time, first of all, to thank you for your loyalty to our enterprise as represented by the four times you've visited us over the past year. I hope you had a great time each time and plan many more return visits. That is, in fact, the reason I'm writing. I'd like to invite the two of you back for an all expense paid, VIP visit of up to a week as soon as you are free from your college classes. My son, Kevin Cox, whom I'm sure you recall, is now Dean of Boys. He tells me you'll soon be receiving your degrees (congratulations). We're hoping, you are now, or will soon be in search of employment, because that is what we'd like to discuss during your visit. My son and his husband, Ronon Parker, both think quite highly of the two of you personally, and professionally. They feel you would be ideal to fill an anticipated opening. We'd like you to considered this opportunity as a team. I'd rather not discuss the nature of the position or matters of compensation and benifits at this time, but rest assured that the latter are quite generous and well above anything you'd likely find elsewhere in the hospitality industry. Whether or not you're interested in an opportunity such as this, please contact me by phone or e-mail. Contact information is listed at the bottom of this message. EcstasyInc will arrange transportation for your visit at no cost to you. The job would involved your living here on the island for the duration of your contract. It's vital that we pursue this matter urgently. Sincerely, Darin Romeo, Managing director Darin read and re-read the message, making minor corrections, adding and deleting lines until he was satisfied it said exactly what he wanted, no more, no less. He pressed "send." He hoped the boys didn't contact Cox International to confirm the legitimacy of the offer. He wished he'd included a line referring to the confidentiality of the message. He hoped Jim Loin, the Cox International CEO was taking a very long vacation, or better yet, had matters elsewhere on the globe to deal with, anywhere but Nassau. He pressed the call button on the intercom. "Albert, see if you can get Toy Tinker on the phone." "Not unless you got a number," Albert told him brusquely. "Now, Albert, my man, you disappoint me," Darin teased. "You have a reputation second only to the White House switchboard for being able to find anyone at any time, any where." "Bullshit..." Albert replied. "Please, dear, don't talk back, and watch the prfanity, I have virgin ears," Darin tried sweet talking his assistant. "Call Cox--Nassau if you have to, but try not to set off any alarms. I don't want the Cox snoops monitoring the call. "Hey, fuck you, Romeo, you know how hard it is just to get Cox to admit that place even EXISTS," Albert complained. "They do NOT sent out phone books." "Tap into your grapevine, Nassau, Cox Pharm, just get her on the line, okay?" "Yeah, sure, right after I fly me to the moon and play among the stars, soon as I find out what life is like on Jupiter and Mars." "Albert...turn off the oldies on the radio and...as Nike would say, just DO it."