Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2012 00:13:42 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 19

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 19

Matt cut the engine of the inflatable Kodiak to a soft purr as he
cautiously maneuvered the craft toward the dark hulk of the Ecstasy Island
fuel depot, wishing there were more than a couple dim, red lights marking
either end of the pier for him to use in navigating.  He was now almost
drifting ashore more than powering his way in. As he drew closer the
outlines a small building and two enormous cylindrical storage tanks became
more distinct amid the jungle foliage.  Even in daylight they'd be hard to
distinguish.  He could now hear the gentle waves lapping the concrete pier.
His eyes searched for movement.  He could see none.

Suddenly, a bright spotlight blinked on for no more than a second,
illuminated the Kodiak, momentarily blinding him. Matt moved in the
direction of the light.  As he drew closer, he could make out the dim
outline of a figure, not on the pier but at the foot of a flight of steps
leading down to the waterlevel.  Skillfully, Matt guided the boat toward
the figure.  His eyes tried to identify it as Zac except that it appeared
too small, too short, too slender.  It was the figure of a young boy...or
girl, it was impossible to tell in the darkness.

It was a boy.  He was naked.  Matt could now see a sizable erect cock.  It
seemed surprisingly large, but it wasn't Zac's cock.  Matt knew it all too
well.

"Welcome to Ecstasy Isle," the boy called softly to him, tossing him the
end of a line as the boat drew up to the steps.

"Where's Zac?" Matt asked.

"No time now," the boy told him as he climbed nimbly into the boat.

"Where the fuck's your clothes?" Matt asked in amusement.

"Where the fuck's your manners?" the boy shot back.  He grabbed the rope
from Matt's hands and threw it back toward the pier. "Come on, no time now,
let's get the fuck outta here."

"Where to, my young lad?" Matt queried.

"The boat, hurry, before someone sees us."

"Aye, Aye, sir," the boat's "captain" replied as he swung the bow
around. "My name's..."

"Matt, yes, I know, I'm Kevin."

"Right..." Matt eyed the boy with a mixture of surprise and dismay.

"How far?" Kevin wanted to know.

"Couple miles, not far," Matt kept his eye on the dimly visible horizon and
a tiny, lighted compass.

"Gun it," Kevin urged impatiently as the boat bounced across the open
water. His tiny hand gripped the handhold on the side as he settled his
naked butt deeper into the air-filled seat.

"Hang on," Matt admonished as he reved the engine, causing the craft to
nearly jump out of the water.

"WHEEEEEEE...." Kevin cried in exhileration, as much for his freedom as the
wild ride.

"You never answered my question, where's Zac?"  Matt shouted over the din.

"Back at the house, you're to dump me off then go back and pick him
up...and Justin too," Kevin explained.

"Why wasn't he with you?" Matt wanted to know.

"Why do you ask so many questions?"  Kevin wasn't in the mood.  He was
still more than a little frightened.

"You're cute when you're scared," Matt joked.

"I'm cute all the time," Kevin retorted, "Won't this fucker go any faster?"

"Not with ME in it it won't," Matt growled, not sure he much liked the
smart-mouthed kid Zac had foisted upon him.

"How much longer?" Kevin's impatience was becoming more pronounced.

"Over there," Matt pointed, realigning the boat's course slightly.

In the distance Kevin could see a dark hulk with two or three dim lights.
"That's IT?"  Kevin groused, "that's Zac's so-called YACHT?"

"Hey, kid, you want me to 'dump you off' out here now, maybe you can catch
something more to your liking, there's usually a yacht going by here about
every five years or so." Matt told his sole passenger as he cut the engine
and started maneuvering toward the stern of the boat.

A man was waiting for them on the diving platform mounted on the rear of
the boat. He grabbed the line Kevin threw him and tied the Kodiak to the
larger boat.  Kevin nakedly climbed from one boat to the other.

"Anything from Zac?" Matt asked the other guy.

"Nope."

"I told you, Zac said to go back to the island...the little island in the
lagoon, the warehouse docks, he and Justin will meet you there...now GO,"
Kevin ordered.

"Bossy little fuck, ain't he," the man on the boat noted.

"Humph, just wait till you really get to know him," Matt noted snidely as
he nonetheless cast off once more, heading back toward the barely
discernable darkness of the main island on the horizon.

"Welcome aboard the 'Zee'," the man extended his hand, hoisting Kevin
effortlessly up onto the main deck.  "My name's Josh, what's yours?"

"I guess it's bigger than it looked," Kevin noted.  "I'm Kevin."

"Welcome aboard, Kevin," Josh repeated.  "If I may be so bold as to ask, I
take it you're traveling rather light?"

Kevin looked down at his naked body and still-hard young boy-cock.  "The
airline lost my luggage."

Josh cracked up.  The kid had a sense of humor. "Nice cock you have there,
boy...how old are you anyway?"

"About half YOUR age, I'd say," Kevin looked the shorts-clad, bare-chested
man up and down.  He'd become so used to being naked, only now was his
state of undress beginning to be felt.

"That would make you about ten...somehow I don't think so," Josh noted.

"Twelve...how old are you?" Kevin asked, slumping into a padded seat,
watching Matt and the Kodiak recede into the inky darkness.

"I'm 20...21 in a month...fuck, you're cute, damn..." Josh admired his
young guest. "Zac seems to have nabbed him quite a prize."

"I ain't NO one's fuckin' PRIZE," Kevin reacted angrily.  "And don't even
THINK about it," Kevin warned as he noticed a growing bulge in the man's
shorts.

Josh laughed at the boy's perceptiveness.  "Well, as they say, you can't go
to jail for what you THINK."

"You got anything to DRINK around here, or is the bar closed for the
night?" Kevin asked, his eyes darting about the boat nervously.

"Well, I'd offer you a beer but..."

"We got some ROOT beer," a boy offered as he bounded down from the bridge
one deck up.

"Mike, is it?" Kevin guessed, having recalled the names Zac had mentioned
that morning.

"This is Matt's boy," Josh introduced the two, "I guess he's about your
age...he's...how old are you, Mike...twelve?"

"Eleven...twelve next month," Mike smiled proudly.  "How come you're
naked?"

"I was born naked, never saw the need to get dressed," Kevin joked,
watching the boys eyes roam over him.

"Mike, why don't you get Kevin...oh, I didn't introduce you, Mike, this is
Kevin.  Kevin, Mike," Josh had let his own eyes do a bit of roaming over
Kevin exquisitely beautiful nakedness. "Why don't you get Kevin a can of
root beer and..."

"Man, you got one hell of a hard cock," Mike noted the obvious.  Clad in an
immodest little pair of red Speedos, it was quite obvious Mike was no match
for Kevin's generous endowment.

"Yeah, it ain't bad, gonna trade it in for a bigger one when next year's
models come out," Kevin joked to cover a growing sense of embarrassment at
his nudity.

"And while you're at it, Mike, why don't you see if you can scrounge up
something for Kevin to wear, you two ought to be about the same size?" Josh
suggested.

Mike laughed. "Well, certainly not in the COCK department," he noted as he
dashed off.

"Kids..." Josh shook his head in dismay.  "If he wasn't such a horny little
cutie..."

"You two fuck?" Kevin asked bluntly.  He wasn't accustomed any more to
being discrete.

Josh laughed loudly, "Fuck no...you kidding...Matt would..." he paused his
voice growing suddenly serious. "You kidding, this fucker would split him
in two," he continued, groping his groin through his shorts.

"But you can't go to jail for what you think, right?" Kevin repeated the
man's words back at him.

"Right," Josh hesitantly agreed, staring down at the naked young boy
intendly, reassessing him almost moment by moment, recalling Matt's words
about 'getting to know him' in a serious light.

"You and Matt been together long?" Kevin asked, breaking the growing wall
of silence between them.

"Long enough," Josh replied cautiously.

"Mike's cute, you ever...do anything with him?" Kevin inquired, making Josh
noticeably nervous.

"Maybe," Josh allowed. "You gay?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods?" Kevin deliberately mixed his metaphores.

Josh blinked.  Matching wits with the kid was certainly no picnic in the
woods.

"Do you?" Kevin insisted upon an answer.

"Shit in the woods?" Josh deliberately misinterpreted him.

"Fuck around, suck his cock, jack him off...?" Kevin asked bluntly as Mike
suddenly emerged from below.  The two eyed him wondering if he'd heard
Kevin's words.

"Yes, yes, and yes," Mike answered as he handed Kevin a worn pair of cutoff
denim shorts. "They're all I got clean...we don't do laundry around here
very often," the boy appologized.  "I hope they're not too small."

"Hmmmm...I hope they ARE," Josh joked as he watched Kevin struggle into the
first clothes he'd worn in a week.

Carefully tucking his extravagantly erect boy-cock inside, Kevin cautiously
zipped them up.  There wasn't much to them. Cut low at the waist and high
near the crotch, they concealed far less than they revealed.  Kevin's
rambunctious hard cock peaked its head from one leg opening. He opened the
can of root beer Mike profered and drank deeply.  It wasn't champagne but
it was wet.

"Thanks, Kevin smiled at the cute, blond-headed boy.  He wasn't Ecstasy
Island cute, no candidate for Jason's harem, but Kevin found himself
attracted to him nonetheless.

Josh sensed the chemistry between the two pre-teens.  "Look, seems like
we're gonna be sittin' around out here for quite a while, Mike, why don't
you take Kevin down to your cabin...you two will be bunkin' together till
we get to...wherever the fuck it is we're goin'..."

"Sure, come on," Mike motioned as the two boy headed down a short flight of
steps to the lower deck.

"And don't do anything I wouldn't do?" Josh called after them leacherously.

"The three of you live here on the boat?" Kevin asked, seeking to confirm
what Zack had told him earlier.

"Yeah, we're kind of a family, I guess," Mike replied as they headed down a
narrow passage which ran the length of the boat.  Kevin guessed the boat
was close to a hundred feet long, similar in size to Jason's but older and
not as extravagantly appointed.

"They mollest you?" Kevin asked bluntly as Mike opened the door to his
cabin. It was surprisingly spacious with a lived-in look, posters of boy
bands on the walls, and a computer.

"Not really, but sometimes dad and Josh invite me to...join them for some
Olympic games...you know," Mike explained discreetly.

"Olympic games?"  Kevin missed his meaning.

"You know...the original Olympic games, the athletes all competed in the
nude..." Mike expained.

"Olympic games in bed, huh?"

"I always get a gold medal," Mike laughed as he sat down on the edge of his
bed.

"A DOUBLE bed," Kevin noted in surprise.

"I hope you don't mind." Mike remarked anxiously.  He liked Kevin, he
didn't want to upset him in any way.

"Great for Olympic games..." Kevin noted, sitting down next to Mike,
testing the firmness of the mattress.

"I've always done well in...marathons," Mike told him suggestively, their
eyes making contact, his right hand finding Kevin's bare leg and resting on
it.

"I've been in a few marathons," Kevin said softly, their lips now only
inches apart.

"You wanna compete?" Kevin's breath smelled of cinnamon mouthwash...or
candy.

"Do we have to get naked?"

"Yeah..." Mike allowed their lips to drift together, then touch softly.
Their kiss was sweet, tender, tentative, and brief. Mike felt Kevin's
fingertips on his cheek and chin as Kevin brought their lips together a
second time, this time with more feeling.  Mike tasted the older boy's
tongue touching his own.  He allowed himself to be seduced.  He felt
Kevin's fingertips roaming sensually down over his neck, his bare
shoulders, his chest, pinching his tiny nipples, then making their way down
to the sides of his Speedos.  He felt Kevin rolling them down.  He lifted
his butt off the bed as Kevin deftly relieve him of them.

They stood up as Mike returned the favor, releasing the top button of
Kevin's shorts (really his own). Carefully he eased down the zipper and
felt Kevin's cock bound up, fully erect, standing tall in all it's glorious
six adolescent inches. The shorts were exceedingly tight on Kevin but Mike
managed to force them down over the beautiful, blond boy's slender naked
hips.  He noted with surprise a few sparse, blond, pubic hairs he'd not
seen earlier. "You shootin' yet?" He asked.

Kevin nodded. "You?"

"No, but not for lack of trying," Mike admitted, smiling slightly.

"How often?" Kevin asked, the two of them standing cock to cock, Mike's
four hard inches no match for Kevin's magnificent masterpiece.

"Six times so far today," Mike told him, not exaggerating by a single
stroke. "There's not a whole lot else to do out here on the water.

"Have a little help?" Kevin asked, rolling his eyes upwards toward where he
guessed Josh was still waiting for the Kodiak to return.

"Let's just say Josh knows how to show a boy a good time," Mike
acknowledged.

Kevin hefted Mike's circumcised boy-cock, testing it, admiring it's
stiffness, dismayed somewhat at it's modest size. Even Devon's cock back on
the island was bigger than Mike's by a good inch, and Devon was the
smallest of Jason's pleasaure boys. "What about Zac?"

"What about him?" Mike lightly touched Kevin's cockhead with one finger.

"You can use two fingers," Kevin allowed.  "He likes to be touched."

Mike giggled nervously, withdrawing the one finger he'd ventured to employ,
"I mean...you were asking about Zac."

"And..." Kevin raised one eyebrown questioningly.

"Zac's great...you done it with him too?"

"It?" Kevin recalled the little dressing down Tina had given him for being
so circumspect about sex.

"Had sex...fucked him...sucked...you know?" Mike elaborated.

"Yes, yes, and yes..." Kevin repeated Mike's words from earlier, then
leaned forward, kissing him again, this time plunging his tongue into the
younger boy's mouth, tasting what was inside.

"Whatcha wanna do?" Mike asked nervously.  He'd never been naked with a boy
his own age before.

"Cum," Kevin replied.  "You?"

"Cum would be nice," Mike answered softly, returning Kevin's tongue play
with a third kiss as he suddenly felt Kevin pull them together, encircling
Mike with his slender arms.  "If I could..."

"I know the feeling, I just started cumming myself last night," Kevin
admitted.

"You shoot much?" Mike asked between kissing, each one growing in length
and intensity.

"Yeah, I was hiding out a good part of the day, up in the attic of the shed
back there at the fuel depot...I jacked it a couple times, shot a
respectable load each time.

"Your voice starting to change and all that?" Mike asked as Kevin suddenly
toppled them over onto the bed, pulling mike over atop his naked body and
hard, throbbing, boy-cock.  "Was that the starting gun?"

"Huh?" Once again Kevin missed the real meaning of Mike's words.

"Our marathon session?" Mike hinted.

"You got it, kid..." Kevin laughed as he felt their strident, hard cocks
pressing against one another between them.

"Nice and slow, let the feeling build up," Mike instructed.  "You don't
start out a marathon at a dead sprint."

"Feels good, you're so...little...so light, feels like I'm fuckin' a doll."

"You're the doll," Mike insisted.  "God, you have any idea how
cute...no...how fuckin' BEAUTIFUL you are?"

"I jacked off all over a mirror this morning," Kevin smiled, "does that
count?"

"Cool, I like to do that too sometimes," Mike agreed.  "Oooooohhhh, your
cock, feels wierd...our cocks battling it out to see which one of us wins
the marathon."

"Feels wierd, playing sex with a boy younger and littler than me like
this," Kevin suppressed a giggle of naked sexual delight as it sparked
within him and zipped straight to the pleasure center of his brain.

"Different than when Dad or Josh..." Mike stopped himself, suddenly
unwilling to talk about his being 'mollested" as Kevin had called it.

"Your dad a good fucke...lover...a good lover?" Kevin struggled to curb his
use of graphic sexual descriptives.

"No, not really, he gets a little hung up on doing stuff with his own son."

"Really?" Kevin reacted in surprise as he gripped Mike's tiny ass cheeks
and moved the boy around atop his cock, giving them both instant sexual
gratification.

"We cuddle naked and stuff and kiss, and he lets Josh do pretty much
whatever he wants to me, but Dad seldom touches my cock." Mike explained as
they slipped into a sort of irregular rythmn, heaving their cocks together
between them.

"You ever touch his cock?" Kevin questioned as the pace of their fucking
movements picked up slightly.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem to mind that...I jack him off all the time, even
suck him sometimes," Mike confessed between wildly passionate kisses shared
between the two of them.

"You take his cum?"

"I'm not fond of it but...yeah, sometimes...his is really, really strong,
not like Zac's or Josh's." Mike replied. "Ohhhh, fuck this feels good,
don't it...fuckin' each other like this."

"Feels wierd, you're so...tiny," Kevin could hardly believe he was fucking
such a seemingly young boy, even though Mike was just a few months younger
than he was. "Man, your cock feels good, fuckin' mine."

"I know, I love fuckin' this way, Zac and I do it like this all the time."

"Zac and you fuck a lot?" Kevin inquired.

"When he's on board...when we're, you know, cruising, sometimes we do
little else." Mike explained.  "He's all the time runnin' outta cum but he
loves makin' me cum...or trying to...one orgasm after another, sometimes
all night long...or all day long...sometimes BOTH!" Mike laughed as he and
Kevin began moving their cocks now with more rapid and more powerful
thrusts.

"And your dad don't care?" Kevin reacted, a little surprised.  "Ohhhhh god,
that feels good, you're really a hot little fucker in bed."

"Lots of experience," Mike giggled in a not-quite-girlish manner, his voice
still high, untouched by puberty. "No dad loves Zac like a son...or
brother....whatever...they go at it a LOT whenever Zac's not makin' ME
cum."

"How long you been fuckin' around with the big boys?" Kevin asked as he
fucked Mike faster and faster.

"Since I was eight...or nine...ten maybe, I forget," Mike told him as he
matched Kevin stroke for stroke with his cock an thin, hairless little
boy-body.

"You about ready?" Kevin asked softly.

"Gettin' me there..." Mike assured him.

"Me too..." Kevin grunted as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him.

"Feels good," Mike sighed.  "Do it to me, Kevin, harder, faster, fuck me,
man, fuck my cock, fuck our cocks together, make us cum, Kevin, make us
cum, make us cum..."

"Yes, yes, I wanna cum with you, Mike, I wanna shoot some cum for
you...shoot my cum all over you, man, fuckin' DROWN you in it, ohhhhhh god,
ohhhhh goddddd, the feeling, the feeling, I'm feeling the feeling,
almost...close...close...

"Ohhhhhh fuck, close, close, ohhh yeah, man, goonna fuckin' make me
cummm...aogheoihgooeogiheoh yeah, yeah, yeah, do it to me, man, I wanna cum
with you, I wanna feel it with you, feel your big hard fuckin' cock shoot,
man, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh fuck I'm feelin' it, feelin'
it...it...it....."

"Me too, me too, man, ohhhh yeah, baby,
cum...cum...ahhhah...ahhhahhhghh...AHEIEIAERHGHEHHGOEIHGOHHGHHG...AHEHGHEHGHHGH...
OOGHEOGIEHAOIHEOIHG GOD, CUMMING, CUMMING, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHOOTIN' IT,
OOIEHAOIEHOIHGE FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY
CUM...AEHAEIOEIHAOEIHOGIHEOHGHGHHH...." Kevin cried as once more his voice
cracked under the pressure of his mind-shattering orgasmic pleasure just as
it had that morning.

"OHHEHHGHEHAHHHE FUCCCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, KEVIN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK
ME HARRRD, MAN, OEOGHEOIAOEIH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, OHHEHGHHE GOD,
THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD...IIEIHGHEHAHEHHGHEOHHGH, MAN, KILLIN' ME,
MAN, FEELS SOOO GOOD, OEIHGHEHHAEHHRHEH THE FEEELING,
EIAEOIHGOEIHAEOIHGOIHHHHHHH..." Mike cried out as his orgasm peaked in an
explosive instant of excruciating pleasure beyone any he'd felt in a long
time...maybe EVER!

"YES, YES, YES, MIKE, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP FEELIN' IT, KEEP TRYIN', MAN,
KEEP FUCKIN' TRYIN'; IT'L CUM, IT'LL HAPPEN, WHEN YOU'RE LEAST EXPECTING
IT, YOU'LL SHOOT A TON OF CUM." Kevin urged him on, reassuring the naked
young boy in his arms.

"I'M FEELING IT, FEELING YOUR CUM, SQUIRTIN' OUTTA YOUR COCK, FEELIN' IT
ALL OVER ME...ALL OVER MY COCK, ALMOST LIKE SHOOTIN' MY OWN CUM, MAN,
OHHEHHAHEHRHHHHGHGH YEAH, KEVIN, KEEP SHOOTIN' IT, KEEP SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM,
MAN, KEEP...OOHHHHHEHH GOD, YOU FUCKIN' SHOOT A LOT OF CUM, MAN, ALMOST
MORE'N ZAC...ESPECIALLY AFTER I'VE MADE HIM SHOOT TWO OR THREE TIMES, HE
KIND OF PETERS OUT...SAYS IT FEELS BETTER WHEN HE'S SHOT CUM TWO OR THREE
TIMES."

"Ohhhhhhhahehhghe fuck, I'm about fucked out, man, it's been a fuckin' long
day!"  Kevin sighed as their lovemaking dwindled to the sensual feeling of
moving Mike's naked little boy-body around atop him, lubricated by the cum
he'd just shot.

Suddenly the cabin door opened.  Josh stuck his head in.  "Zac's back!"