Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 02:25:51 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 17

This story does not follow the usual pattern of erotic fiction.  It is not
written in first person nor does the plot follow that of so many stories
here on Nifty.org. This is totally a fantasy work, no actual people are
involved.  It does involve adult/teen sexual encounters of both sexes.  If
you do not wish to be exposed to such material, stop here. If you are not
18 years of age, stop here. If it is illegal for you to read such material
where you reside, stop here.

Some people will find the style disconcerting.  I write in something
approaching real time and there is a great deal of dialogue, especially
during the sexual encounters (dirty talk).  All dialogue printed in UPPER
CASE indicates orgasmic dialogue in a raised voice but not necessarily
shouting. This is purely jack-off material, designed to bring a maximum of
erotic pleasure to the reader. I would enjoy hearing just how much sexual
pleasure readers derive from it. In the beginning, the story is mostly gay
but as it progresses, it becomes decidely bisexual. Although the story
involves the kidnapping of the main character early on, the boy eventually
comes to accept and relish his new life.  It does not in any way condone
kidnapping but simply utilizes it as a logical plot device in the beginning
of the story.

I welcome responses to: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com I will probably respond
but I am not interested in any form of online relationship. Happy
jacking...or jerking...or wanking...or whatever...


ECSTASY ISLE

CHAPTER 17

Kevin always had been an early riser.  His mom, his dad, his little
brother, the whole rest of the family had to be nearly PRIED out of bed in
the morning, but not Kevin.  He was in the habit of getting up, grabbing a
Pop Tart and some OJ then doing the homework he'd not got finished the
night before.  He settled into one of the chaise lounges overlooking the
pool.  The sun was just starting to come up.  It was still to dark to even
read, not that he would have if he could have.  He smiled to himself,
homework was not one of the things he missed about being home with his
family.  He tried not to think about it but in doing so, he came to realize
he could think of nothing else.  It was times like this, when he was alone
that were the worst.  When there were others, when they were actively going
after his hard, throbbing, young boy-cock or cute little naked boy-body, it
was easy to forget.  Sex was fun.  It was easy not to think about times
before he'd discovered sex when his life seemed so simple, sweet, and
innocent.  He was no longer sweet and certainly not innocent. And after
yesterday, there was nothing simple about his life.  He now had a husband
and a wife to support.  He almost laughed out loud. Actually, he WAS
supporting them, using his slender, naked young boy-body to pay for the
lavish lifestyle he'd come to enjoy on Ecstasy Isle.

Kevin gazed down of his slender, naked, little-boy body. His cock loomed up
huge and hard before him, seemingly getting huger and harder every time he
noticed it. It was probably his imagination, but it seemed his entire body
was changing, not just his cock. His stomach seemed flatter, his chest a
little fuller, his pecs a little more well defined.  He wished he could
grow instantly taller, but on that score, nothing much seemed to
change. His arms seemed stronger, perhaps from all the exercise they got as
he had sex...lots of sex...heaving, thrusting, driving himself, his slender
naked hips growing stronger as they learned to propel his cock to new
heights of sexual power and pleasure. If this was the fabled puberty he'd
heard so much about, he was loving it, especially the part about all the
cum he could now shoot whenever he liked.  That was the best part, shooting
his cum, becoming a well-oiled teen sex machine...well, he wasn't quite a
teen yet, but the sex machine part...

Kevin heard the patio slider behind him interrupting his private adolescent
reverie.  He craned his neck to see who it was.

"Kevin...?"  It was Jason.

"Where you going?"  Kevin asked.  He knew Jason was going somewhere,
leaving the island in fact.  the man was wearing clothes.  No one on
Ecstasy Island wore clothes unless they were LEAVING the island.

"Emergency meeting...big deal in Tampa blew up," Jason explained briefly,
seeing Kevin lying out completely naked with a hard on. It took all his
considerable willpower to hurry off. "The Chopper's waiting, gotta run."

"See ya," Kevin's words trailed after the man. In times past, Kevin had
often wished he was rich.  No longer.  Being rich meant rushing off before
dawn to go to boring business meetings when you'd rather be home, naked, in
bed, fucking your wife.  He smiled to himself.  He wasn't rich.  He was
home (sort of), why wasn't he naked, in bed, fucking his wife...or better
yet, his husband? He pondeered the question for a while in his mind,
knowing all along the answer.  Because he was tired of fucking.  Tired of
fucking?  He never thought he'd admit such blasphemy. He loved fucking.  He
loved poking his hard young boy-cock into any anatomical hole available,
slip-sliding it around until he shot his cum.

"Shot his cum..."  Kevin repeated those words out loud to himself.  He'd
shot his cum. Lots of times.  More than he could now count he'd shot his
cum.  He gazed down at his cock. Six inches, maybe a hair more.  HAIR!  My
god, there was hair down there...not much...one, two, three, four, five,
six...no, only five, number six was lint. They were so light, so blond, in
the dim light he could barely see them, much less count them accurately.
Where the hell had he picked up LINT?  No one on the whole damned island
had any LINT! His little tiny hairs were soft, straight, silky...like corn
silk only finer.  Maybe there WERE six, he started examining himself in
search of his sixth pubic hair.

"Hey, kid, whazzup?"  Justin came out, coffee in hand, to join him as the
first rays of the sun made like a peeping tom.

"Justin!" Kevin gasped, startled. "Guess what, I got hairs!"

"Congratulations, now you can start shaving your pubes." Justin joked as he
sat down naked on the lower end of the chaise near Kevin's feet.

"No, I like pubes," Kevin objected, counting them for the third time,
hoping perhaps he'd sprouted another since his last count.

"Still shootin' your cum?" Justin asked in amusement as he drank in the
naked little boy's incredible sexual beauty with his coffee.

"If I ever get around to makin' more," Kevin sighed.  He still felt drained
from the night before when he'd been sucked off by virtually every man,
woman, and child on the island...and then some.

"I know the feeling," Justin murmurred, wishing he had the sexual drive to
go after such a delectable piece of boy-meat as Kevin so proudly sported.

"How many times did you cum?" Kevin asked

"Shiiiiiiit, kid, I can't believe you even ask...don't you think that's
kind of...you know, PERSONAL?"

"You can't count that high?" Kevin joked.

"Three-thousand, seven-hundred and eighty-four."

"Quit exaggerating, I'm serious," Kevin insisted.

"Okay, maybe only eighty-three, thirty-seven eighty-three," Justin
reconsidered.

Kevin didn't argue with him.  The two sex icons were silent, drinking in
one another's seductive sexual beauty, communicating as only two naked boys
could at such a moment.

"You're not handling this very well, are you?" Justin suggested after
several minutes.

"What makes you say that?" Kevin asked, admitting nor denying nothing.

"We're a lot alike," Justin told him.

"I guess," Kevin agreed, unsure exactly what Justin meant but flattered
that his teen idol would say so.

"I was twelve once," Justin reminded him.

"No shit?"

"Shit head..." Justin smiled, too much in love with the naked little boy to
be angry.  "I was twelve the first time Jason came on to me...the first
time I ever shot my cum...the first time I ever had an orgasm even."

"Jason jack you off?"  Kevin guessed.

Justin shook his head in dismay, a soft snort of amusement escaping him.
"Hoooo, yeah...jacked off, sucked off, fucked off, mollested repeatedly for
three solid days and nights."

"Here?"

"No...holed up in a two-thousand dollar per night
suite...Atlantis...Paradise Island...the Bahamas...naked...high
on...whatever the fuck Jason was testing at the moment...some sex drug..."

"What about your mother?" Kevin querried.

"BOTH of us...her in one room, me in another...Jason fucked the living shit
outta both of us."

"BOTH...?!" Kevin's head spun. His voice cracked.

Justin looked at him and laughed.  Kevin laughed too, realizing what had
just happened. "Jason left after that, left a bundle of hundred-dollar
bills...my first paying gig," he went on, followed by several minutes more
of silence.

"My voice is changing..." Kevin recounted needlessly.

"Kid, you're just pubing out all over the fuckin' place," Justin smiled,
"next we'll be buying you a RAZOR."

Kevin rubbed his jawline. "Feels a little fuzzy."

"I remember, first time it happened to me...scared the fuck outta me,"
Justin recalled softly.

"Why?" Kevin asked. He'd never felt so close to anyone in his life as he
did Justin.

Justin shrugged. "Puberty scared the fuck outta me...I thought it'd be the
end of my singing career, I guess."

"Probably be just the BEGINNING of my career," Kevin suggested
thoughtfully.

"YOU can SING?" Justin asked in surprise.

"No, my carreer as a teenaged cum fountain."

Justin gazed at him, then smiled ironically, "No doubt. I'd trade places
with you," Justin grinned.

"No you wouldn't," Kevin knew better.

"No, I suppose not..." Justin admitted softly, almost to himself. "But YOU
would, in a second, wouldn't you," now starting to realize what was
troubling the boy.

"Half a second."

"You hate it here that much?"

"Yes...no...I...I mean...not...not hate it here, just..." When pressed,
Kevin couldn't voice how he felt.

"Like six weeks of concerts, ten times a week, a thousand miles apart,
hotel rooms, tour bus, dressing rooms, interviews, same shit, over and over
and over..."

"Fuckin', suckin', geting fucked, getting sucked, over and over and
over...raped almost sometimes..." Kevin recounted his own litany. "And NOW,
I'm fuckin' MARRIED to that shit!"

"Not a fuckin' thing either one of us can do about it, either," Justin
sighed.

"You could run away and join the circus," Kevin joked.

"Hey, we BOTH could!" Justin laughed.

"YOU could, if I tried run...swim away..."

"I'd get no further than YOU would," Justin sighed, gazing at the
exquisitely sexual young boy in dispair.

"But you could..."

Justin shook his head.  "See this," he pointed to his incredibly beautiful
face.  "I might get away for fifteen minutes...an hour, TOPS."

"Jason would call out the bloodhounds if I ever tried to get away...or the
sharks," Kevin smiled, "Devon says he's got a whole school of'em out in the
lagoon trained to eat naked young boys if they swim out too far."

"I doubt it but...speaking of the sharkmeister, where the fuck he goin' so
early in the morning...I heard the chopper, woke me up in fact?" Justin
asked.

"Emergency meeting, Tampa..." Kevin replied.  "He was in too big a hurry to
say more."

"Great! He was suppose to chopper Zac and me back to the Sunshine State
this afternoon," Justin declared in dismay. "Zac's gonna fuckin' SHIT!"

"I already did," Zac said as he approached them from behind. "The toilet
paper here really SUCKS too!"

"Colt calls it 'John Wayne' toilet paper--rough and tough and won't take no
shit off anyone," Kevin joked.

"That's not quite what I meant," Justin sighed. "Jason just took off in the
chopper for Tampa this morning."

"FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK...!!!" Zac unleashed his favorite expletive.

"Maybe later," Kevin smiled up at him.

"I gotta be back in Lauderdale tomorrow!"  Zac cried in dismay.

"Tell me about it, I'm living here on borrowed time myself," Justin did a
little "crying" too. "Mom's gonna have my balls if I'm not back on time."

"Ouch," Kevin groaned, feeling little sympathy for either of them. At least
they COULD leave the island, or at least WOULD eventually.

"He did this to me once before," Zac shook his head.

"My manager's gonna be here with the cops if I don't get back on time,"
Justin exaggerated slightly, wishing that would be the case.

"That's why I didn't send the boat back to Florida, just in case," Zac
divulged.

"You didn't?" Justin asked brightly.

"No, I told Matt and Josh they could go spend some time in Nassau, they can
be here by nightfall if I can get through to them on the satellite phone,"
Zac explained.

"Really?  GREAT, can you take me with you?" Justin cried in relief.

"Who's Matt and Josh?" Kevin asked.

"Josh is the captain of my boat, Matt is his first mate...with the emphasis
on 'mate'." Zac winked.

"They're married?" Justin smiled in surprise.

"Not legally, but..." Zac explained.  "They have Matt's son too,
Mike...he's about your age, Kevin. They sort of live on the boat and take
care of it when I'm not using it."

"How big a boat?" Justin asked.

"Well, it's got these two big oars and two seats, and there's an ice chest
in the front full of beer and..." Zac began.

"What, no outboard motor," Justin laughed, "no water skis?"

"Yeah, but ya gotta row really fast to use'em." Zac smiled slightly at
Kevin and winked.

"Is it bigger'n Jason's boat?" Kevin asked anxiously.

"Which one?" Zack asked.

"Why, the Beachcummer, how many has he got?" Kevin blinked.

"Mine's about the size of the Beachcummer, but actually, he has three, one
smaller, one larger...much larger, in fact." Zac told the two boys.  "The
Lisa is about 65 foot, mostly for inland waterway use.  Then there's the
mega-yacht 'The Hawk' that's about two, maybe two-fifty..."

"Feet?" Justin laughed in surprise.

"No yards," Zac joked. "Of course, feet...he's fuckin' rich, but he's not
THAT rich. We that know him call the boat the 'Chicken Hawk'."

Justin laughed, "Not without good reason."

"He has a crew of six and none of them are older than 16," Zac went on.
"The captain is barely 18, barely old enough to have his license.  Two of
the boys are as young as ten...probably eleven now."

"Eleven?" Justin gasped in surprise.

"Hey, I'm only twelve," Kevin looked at Justin in dismay.

"I spent one night with them...Jason and I...naked in bed with six teenaged
boys crawling all over us..." Zac recounted.

"WOW" Justin exclaimed, his cock hardening perceptably.

"Yeah, I guess that about says it all...lots of fun at the time but..." Zac
paused. "I'm not sure I could do it again though, six horny naked boys, two
of them pre-cummers...even with Jason's miracle drugs...sure takes a lot
outta ya."

"Like last night, no doubt," Kevin sighed, stroking his cock, wondering if
he had any cum left in it.

"So, can you get me back by tomorrow?" Justin asked anxiously, getting back
to his original concern.

"Yeah, I guess, if I can get them here by tonight...probably be LATE
tomorrow night before we'd get back but...sure, let me go hunt up the SAT
phone." Zac said, getting up, heading for the guest bungalow, "hope the
reception is good."

"WAIT!!, we're coming too," Justin called after him, "Come on Kevin, maybe
we'll have time for a three-way when he gets done on the phone."

"Hell, yes, why didn't I think of that," Zac called over his shoulder.

Both Justin and Kevin jumped up and quickly caught up with Zac. "Hey, could
you take me along too," Kevin joked as they climbed the white, marble-clad
stairs toward's Zac's suite.

"YOU?" Zac laughed, "what would I wanna take a little fuck like you along?"

"Maybe you'd like a little fuckin'?" Kevin playfully grabbed at Zac's
semi-hard cock as they reached the top of the stairs.

"If I tried something like that I'd soon not be doin' much fuckin'...or
anything else, for that matter," Zac was no longer laughing. "Jason would
see to that."

"Whadya mean? Kevin asked naively.

"You ever heard of the 'mob'?" Zac asked.

"Of course," Kevin acknowledged. "Is Jason a member of the mob?"

"Jason is worse than TEN mobs if you cross him." Zac went on.  "He's a
one-man mob."

"So," Kevin argued.

"So....listen, stealing his favorite little-boy sex toy...I think that
would definitely count as crossing him," Zac informed the boy, "...not to
mention that you're now his son-in-law."

"You've not seen the REAL Jason," Justin agreed.

"So, I'm like...married to the mob now?" Kevin began to realize the depth
of his involvement in 'the family.'

"If you want to be melodramatic, I guess you could say that," Zac ruffled
the little boy's blond hair.  "Ahhh, here it is," he found the phone in his
backpack.

"Is it working?" Justin asked anxiously.

"Well, says we have service...looks like I could use a charge,
but...maybe..." Zac begaan pressing buttons.

The three of them waited breathlessly.

"It's ringing," Zac intoned.

Several more seconds passed.

"Hello?" Zac said as the three of them began breathing again. "Who's this?"

Justin smiled in relief.

"Mikey?  Listen, Mikey, this is Zac is your dad...?  Josh?  Hey, howz it
goin' fuckface?"

Justin laughed, as did Kevin.

"I'll call you fuckface if I want to, fuckface, I'm your boss, remember?"
Zac joked.  Then to Justin and Kevin, "...the help, you gotta remind'em
who's in charge sometimes."

"You still in Nassau?  You're not?  Freeport?  What the fuck ya doin' in
Freeport?"

"Oh, you're on your way to...well, listen, our...'friend' has just fucked
me again..."

"Yeah, I know, that's what I came here for, but...listen...will you just
shut the fuck up and listen?"

Justin and Kevin barely suppresed a smile.

"I need you...change course, you're...hell, you can't be more than about
five, maybe six hours from here..."

"Okay, EIGHT hours...I don't give a shit how hard ya gotta run her, just
get the fuck over here and..."

"Yeah, yeah, the usual, launch the Kodiak, only head for the fuel terminal
this time..."

"Why the fuel terminal...you're breaking up...listen, don't ask questions,
just do what I tell..."

"Okay, send Matt...no, just Matt, I'll be bringing..."

"Yes, after dark, nine, ten, something like that, and tell him to muffle
the motor as much as he can..."

"Never mind WHY...god, you ask a lot of questions for a fuckhead...right,
fuckFACE, sorry."

"Hello?  HELLO...he faded out...HELLO..." Zac cried into the phone.  "Looks
like the battery power gave out."

"You can recharge it can't you?" Justin asked.

"Of course..." Zac said, "if I had a charger with me but..."  He dug
through his stuff.

"Why the fuel terminal?" Justin asked, "...and don't call ME fuckface..."

"I think I've got an idea..." Zac said thoughtfully.

"But the fuel terminal is on the main island, across the lagoon..." Justin
objected.

"With lots of boy-eating sharks..." Kevin added.

"Yeah, I know, but that's kind of the least of our problems," Zac sighed,
"first we gotta kill Kevin."

"WHATTTTT??!!!" Justin cried in horror, sitting down on the bed next to
Zac.

"yeah," Kevin laughed, "what?"

"Like I told the others, don't ask so many questions," Zac insisted. "Here
suck my cock while I think." He forced Justin's head down, poking him first
in the face, then the mouth with his eight inches of hard, throbbing cock
flesh.

"You're gonna KILL me?" Kevin asked in dismay. "What, with that cock?"

"No, with love, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you with love...and kisses...and all
the naked sexual pleasure your cute little boy-body can stand," Zac smiled
as he pulled Kevin down to the bed atop him and began ravaging his
beautiful, sweet lips with his own while all the time forcing his cock
half-way down Justin's now enthusiastic throat.

"Man, you kiss hard when you're thinking," Kevin remarked as he did some
pretty hard kissing on his own, giving as good as he got.

"Give me your cock, kid, I wanna taste some of that newly minted cum you
were bragging about all last night," Zac manuvered himself and Kevin around
until he could chow down on the boy's hard, throbbing six inches.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck, you SUCK hard too, ohhhh
mannnnnnnn....mannnnnn....feels good...ohhhhh fuuuccckkkkk!!" Kevin cried
out in surprise as much as sexual pleasure.

"Call it food for thought," Jason released the boy's spirited young sexual
appendage momentarily.  "I don't know about your cum, kid, but your cock is
delicious!"

"Almond extract," Kevin sighed, "...someone once told me...Ohhhhhahhahehhhh
fucccckkk....fucccckkkk...fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhh man, yeah, yeah, yeah,
suck it man, suck it, suck it, suck it, man, ohhhh fuck, suck me off, Zac,
suck me off, suck me off, suck me fuckin' OFFFFFFFF!" Kevin felt Zack
unleash on his cock a wild torrent of intense sexual pleasure as the
man/boy hurreled himself into the effort.  Aaheheiehghhggh god, Zack, suck
me, man, suck me, suck me, suck me, man, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' me,
keep fuckin' suckin' me, man, ohhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, my cock, my cock,
what you're fuckin' doin' to my cock, man, ohhhhh fuccck, feels good, ohhh
yeah, yeah, yeah, feels good, feels really fuckin' good...goood, goood,
ohhh fuck you suck good, I can't believe how good it feels, feelin' you
fuckin' suckin' my cock, man, suckin' my cock, suckin' my cock,
oehhhehhaehhahe yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it, suckit,
suckit,suckit,suckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckit...oaehgoeihoeih god,oehg
oehgeoiheoaihgoeihogiheoih aieiighehhghehhghhhhh..." His voice cracked
again as Kevin lost himself in the grip of the devastating sexual pleasure
Zac was building up in his heaving, thrusting, grinding, slender naked
loins as he wildly propelled his cock in and out of Zac's sucking lips,
driving deeper and deeper with every thrust, hoping Zac could handle his
cock but not really caring one way or another. All he cared about at the
moment was the gnawing cramp of orgasmic pleasure swelling up deep within
his loins as he felt the now familar build-up of exquisite, aching,
twisting feelings. "Aiieighehhghhe...eogieaoiehroighoh...uhhhhh...uhhh,
ohhh god, Zac, you're gonna do it to me, man, you're gonna fuckin' dooooo
it to me, I can feel it, I can feel it building up, feel it...feel it gonna
happen, feel my cum, ohhhh fuck, I can feel my cum, gettin' closer, closer,
I'm gonna...feels like I'm gonna explode....like I'm gonna bust
out...I'm...I'm gonna...gonna...I'm gonna CUM Zac, I'm gonna CUM...GONNA
CUM, I'M GONNA cummmmm...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM...CUMMMMMLMMMMMMMMMMM
...OEHHHHEHHGHHEH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, CUMMIN', CUMMIN' CUMMIN' oooHHHH FUCK,
ZAC, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN', CUMMMIN', SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' MY CUM,
STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR COCKSUKIN' THROAT MAN, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YOU'RE FUCKIN'
GETTIN' IT MAN, GETTIN' MY CUM..OHEHHGHEHH GOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, SHOOTIN'
IT SHOOTIN' IT LIKE THIS FINALLY ABLE TO FUCKIN SHOOT IT LIKE
THIS...SHOOTIN' MY CUM, MY CUMMMM, MY CUMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!"