Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 02:07:49 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 21

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 21

Josh brought to Mike's cabin a tray containing breakfast for two, eggs,
ham, toast, OJ, hoping that, entering unannounced he might catch the two
boys fucking or sucking one another and have the opportunity to watch them
get it on. No such luck. The boys were sleeping innocently, shamelessly
naked, both boys' cocks exceedingly hard but dormant at the
moment. "Breakfast time!" he announced grandly as he sat the tray down on a
small table beside the bed.

"Wha' time izit?" Mike sat up, rubbing his eyes against sleep and the
brightness of the tropical sun pouring through his porthole.  He could tell
by the motion of the boat they were really barreling, doing close to 20
knots.

"Wake up, sleepyheads, time for a little sustenance to keep those cute
little naked bodies of yours toned and ready to shoot your cum at one
another," Josh teased.

"Cut the fuckin' crap, what the fuck time is it?" Mike insised as he eyed
the food.

"I gotta take a piss," Kevin announced, struggling out of bed, far more
interested in relieving himself than eating.

"Hang on, I'll piss with you," Mike's bare feet found the floor, not far
behind Kevin's.

"Piss off, there ain't fuckin' ROOM in here," Kevin closed the door to the
"head" in Mike's face. "There's hardly room for ME!"

"Hurry the fuck up or I'll have to use the porthole," Mike banged on the
paper thin door.  Any more and he'd have made a hole in it.

After a moment, Kevin flushed and opened the door.  "Your turn..."

"Thanks, luv, " Mike kissed him quickly as the two passed.  "Don't eat all
the bacon."

"That'd be kind of hard since there ain't none," Kevin told him as he
lifted the plastic lid covering their plates.

"You two have a nice fuck last night?" Josh asked anxiously eyeing Kevin's
nubile nakedness as he ate like he'd not done so in weeks.

"Yes, we both slept very well last night, thank you," Kevin told him
deliberately ignoring the man's inquiry.

"We heard you to having at each other last night...I almost shot a load
just listening," Josh told him.  He wasn't joking.

"You should have come in, you coulda had a ringside seat," Mike told him as
he came out of the head, his vibrant young boy-cock not quite as rigid as
when he'd gone in.

Kevin, on the other hand, was as hard as ever. "It's ham, not bacon," Kevin
told his new pleasure pal, talking with his mouth full, explaining his
earlier remark.

"You just gonna stand there with a hardon watching us eat?" Mike eyed their
voyeuristic waiter.

"Yes," Josh told them, unashamedly groping himself, the impressive bulge in
his khaki shorts concealing little.

"Horny fucker...you know, he ain't doin' this outta the goodness of his
heart, he wants a piece of that fucker between your legs as a tip," Mike
told Kevin as the two boys sat side by side on the bed eating.

"He any good?" Kevin eyed the man suspiciously.

"Mmmmm...fair...on a good day, not bad...half decent blowjob, not so hot
with a handjob, really great bottom though," Mike critiqued Josh's sexual
performance.

"He do two at a time?" Kevin joked.

"I don't know, never tried him with two...well, 'cept me and dad fucked him
once, I fucked his face, dad fucked his ass," Mike revealed as Josh showed
signs of blushing.

"Get naked, let's see what you got?" Kevin demanded.

Mike laughed, knowing Josh wasn't in the habit of taking orders from
twelve-year-old boys.

However, Josh never batted an eyelash.  He released the button at the top
of his fly and let his loose-fitting shorts drop to the floor with a
"klunk" from the keys in his pocket.  In an instant he was naked, his cock
hard and throbbing in anticipation.

"Mmmmm...not bad...what would you say, Mike, six, maybe seven almost?"

"With horny little fuckers like you, I can manage a good seven and a half
any day," Josh boasted as he proudly strutted his cock before them.

"He's hinting, he wants us to hurry up and finish," Mike translated the
man's words and actions.

"You ever take one this big, son?" Josh asked, directing his words at
Kevin.

"You mean that SMALL?" Kevin eyed the man's cock contemptuously.  In fact,
he had, several times back on the island, been fucked by such a monster,
but it wasn't something he much enjoyed and he wasn't particularly looking
forward to the prospect there on the boat.

"You fuckin' little boy WHORE!" Josh laughed as he came at them, picking up
the entire table, trays and all, setting it away from the bed, calling a
halt to their breakfast.  Turning, he lunged for them, tackling both naked
boys, rocking them backwards onto the bed, covering them both with his
nearly six-foot nakedness. "Mike, get the grease, I'm gonna fuck this
little pup till the sea cows come home!"

"Whew, there for a minute I thought he was gonna fuck ME!" Mike laughed as
he retrieved the precious ointment from the nightstand where he'd learned
to keep it handy.

"Grease me up, kid, and poke some up this little fucker's asshole too, he's
gonna need all the fuckin' help he can get once I start ridin' his tight
little boy-pussy."

"SHIIIIIIT, I've had bigger cocks than that thing before I could even shoot
cum," Kevin batted as Josh's powerful erection as the man prepared to mount
him.  He didn't bother to tell him he'd only started cumming a day or two
before.

"That's it, boy, poke it way up in there, use your whole fist, get him
ready for me," Josh instructed.

Mike resisted the urge to go quite that far but he did deposit a generous
dollop of KY where Kevin would need it the most. "Take it easy on him, he's
really tight," Mike reported as he withdrew his middle finger from kevin's
anal orafice.

"Listen, kid, I've fucked a few boys like him before in my time," Josh
insisted as he position his cockhead at Kevin's sphincter. "I know how to
handle myself."

"Bring'er on, I'm not feelin' anything yet," Kevin taunted the man bravely.

"Yeah, well feel THIS!!" Josh suddenly entered Kevin with a single thrust.

"OOOOOooooo, what was that, a wet noodle?" Kevin suppresed any painful
sensations with pure bravado.

"You fuckin' little SHIT!" Josh rewarded Kevin's sexual valor by suddenly
driving himself in well over half way.

Kevin gasped, the pained expression in his face saying what his voice
refused to. Josh was big, but what he had was more long, rather than thick,
and Kevin knew he could handle length.  It was width that would cause him
pain and Josh was lacking in that department.

"OOOoooooo, not so fuckin' bratty now, are you, huh? Huh, you feelin' that
kid, you fellin' that big, hard, throbbing man-cock fuckin' up your horny
little ass now?" Josh did a little taunting of his own as he slowly slid
another inch deeper into his cute little pleasure boy.

"Slow down, man, you'll fuckin' hurt him," Mike urged as he avidly watched
Josh's cock dig deeper and deeper into Kevin's tightly stretched ass.

"He's okay, he's tight but not THAT tight," Josh told the boy.

"It's okay, I can take it," Kevin told Mike confidently. "Just...go easy,
give me time to adjust."

"I gotta hand it to ya, kid, you're doin' better'n I figured...nearly all
in now," Josh reacted to Kevin's obvious experience in getting fucked.

"Tell me about it..." Kevin grimaced, his brave little bad-boy act now
having played out.  He was getting fucked by one hell of a cock and by a
man who definitely knew how to use it.

"Don't hurt him," Mike pleaded, his eyes bugging at a sexual spectacle
unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

"Don't worry, he's doin' fine," Josh sought to reassure the boy as Mike
reclined next to them, stroking his cock as he watched his friend get
fucked.

"OOOOOOOooooooooo fuuuuucccckkkkk..." Kevin moaned as he felt the full
force of Josh's cock impaling him now.

"He hurtin' you? I'll kill him for you if you like!" Mike cried anxiously.

"NO...no, feels...feels good...almost...tight...ohhhh
fuuuucccckkkk...fucccckkkk...fuck yesss, feels good, ohhhh fuck, yes, yes,
yes, feels good, feels good, feels goooooood," Kevin moaned as any feelings
of pain were surmounted by growing pleasure deep within him.

"Riding roughshod over his hot little prostate now, he'll be pleading for
more...MORE....MORE any second now," Josh predicted as he slowly began
flexing his cock inside his boy, enjoying incredible pleasure himself.

"MORE, MORE, MORE..." Kevin mimicked his fucker's words in a high falseto,
fearing his voice might crack at any moment and embarrass him before his
peers.

"Ahhhhh, the little pussy wants more...see, what'd I tell you, this little
fucker's been fucked a few times...ohhh fuck...more than a FEW times, ohhh
fucccckkk, kid where'd you fuckin' learn to do THAT?"

"The Ecstasy Island school of Hard Fucks," Kevin boasted, "graduated at the
top of my class, wrote my thesis on ten-inch cocks."

"Smart-assed little fucker, ain't he," Josh laughed, eyeing Mike as the boy
jacked his cock with more than a little enthusiasm. He started fucking
Kevin faster.

"You liked that, huh, then you'll gonna love THIS!" Kevin suddenly flexed
his anal muscles, watching the surprised look of dismay and pleasure on
Josh's face as the man felt yet another trick Kevin held up his anal
sleeve.

"Ohhhhhhh, man, this kid would be worth a fortune on the open market," Josh
gasped as he rode in and out of Kevin's pleasure path, "I know guys who
would pay millions for a kid like you to fuck."

"Yes," Kevin sighed, "I know one of them...maybe two or three, in fact."

"How much did Jason pay you," Josh asked as their fucking became more and
more rythmic, their mutual pleasure mounting with every stroke.

"Nothing!" Kevin reacted, his voice tinged with anger.

"Nothing?" Josh gasped in surprise.

"Zilch!"

"Fuuuuckkkk...that's tantamont to RAPE!"

"Humph...how much have YOU paid me?" Kevin asked pointedly as he felt his
cum rising inside him.

"Hey, fucker, I brought you breakfast in bed, didn't I?"  Josh reminded
him.  "Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk, kid, you're gonna fuckin' make me
cummmm...ohhh man, getting to me, boy, fuckin' gettin' to me, suckin' the
cum right up outta my balls, man, ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum,
I'm gonna cum, I'm fuckin' gonna CUMMMMMMM....CUMMMMM...OGHEOAIHEOHG GOD,
KID, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING RIGHT UP YOUR ASS, BOY, FLOODIN'
YOU, OHHHHH GOD, SHOOTIN' A GALLON OR TWO, FEELING IT, FEELING IT, FEELING
IT REALLY GOOD, FEELING IT REALLY HARD, OHHHH FUCK, BEST ORGASM I'VE HAD
IN...OHAEHGOIEHOIEHOGIHE GOD, OHHEHHGHEH
FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCKKKK...FUCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

"Hang, on, man I'm cumming too, I'm gonnaa cum too...ohhhh yeah, yeah, fuck
me, man, fuck me, fuck me...FUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK
MEEEEE...MEEEEEE...MEEEEEEEE!!!" Kevin cried out his sexual exultation as
he flooded his tiny navel with several respectable spurts of boiling
boy-cum, hhehghehhhOOEOIG HEOIHERHGHGHHG
FUUUUCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKK...OEHGEIAOHIE GOD, MOVE THAT COCK, MAN, FUCK ME,
FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, KEEP MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM,
SHOOT MY CUM, SHOOT MY CUMMMM..." Kevin made sure Josh knew he was now old
enough and sexually mature enough to finally be able to shoot cum with the
best of them. "OhhhhHHHhhhhhhhh FUCCCCCCKKKKKK..." Kevin exhaled as they
peaked together, enjoying the ultimate male bonding joy of a joint orgasm.

"Aieiiaheghehhhghfuckkkkl....I'm cumming too, I'm cumming...oehhghhe
feeling it...I think I'm gonna do it, I think I'm gonna shoot my cum
too...aheigeaoiehohg god, feels good, feels good, feels like...like..."
Mike furiously jacked his cock, orgasming like a wild man, his eyes glued
upon the tiny slit of his cockhead wishing, watching, hoping...then
slumping back silently beside Kevin, hugging his naked friend in
disappointment.

"Not a drop?" Kevin knew how he felt.

"Maybe next time, kid," Josh seemed to recall his preadolescent sexual
efforts as well.

"Right," Mike hugged Kevin tightly, sharing his kisses as Josh slowly
withdrew his mighty rod from Kevin's slender little boy-body, impressed by
the quantity of cum the boy had shot.

"Whew...that was...WOW!" Words seemed to fail him as Josh collapsed on the
other side of Kevin spent nakedness.

"What happened to your seven and a half inches?" Kevin eyed the man's "wet
noodle."

"You did..." Josh quickly gave credit where due.  "God, you're a hot little
number with a cock rammed up your ass."

"I'm a hot little number with MY cock rammed up YOUR ass too," Kevin
bragged.

"I'll...keep that in mind..." Josh acknowledged, "...next time."

"You fuckers done in here? Josh, Zac and Justin will be wanting breakfast
pretty soon," Matt stuck his head in the door, not having to even GUESS
what had been going on.  He'd heard every word, clear up on the
bridge. "I'm sure you three have them wide awake by now."

Josh took a deep breath, lathargically rousing himself from the bed, trying
to spot his single vestige of modesty among the clutter nearly obscuring
the floor of Mike's cabin.  "Duty calls..." he looked back over his
shoulder wistfully at the two naked boys clinging to one another, whom he
was so reluctantly leaving behind.

"Mike, don't you ever pick up after yourself?" the boy's father observed in
disgust. "You two horny little fuckers get your sorry asses outta bed right
now and get this place cleaned up," he ordered, "I'll be down in an hour to
inspect."

"Aye, aye, cap'n," Mike saluted tiredly even as he still lay naked in
Kevin's arms.

Matt started to close the door, then stopped, eyeing his son, "shoot
anything?"

"Nope," Mike sighed sadly.

"Well, as they say..." the boy's father began...

"Puberty sucks..." Mike sighed.

"Well...that wasn't quite what I was gonna say but..." Matt sympathized
with the boy's long wait to join the cummers of the world. Then, once more
gazing about the disheveled cabin, "one hour..."


One hour later, the cabin Mike and Kevin shared was pretty well
ship-shape...so long as no one looked under the bed or inside Mike's
locker. Up on deck, Zac and Justin were finishing breakfast.

"Thought you might wanna see this," Matt handed Zac a newspaper.

"What's this?" Zac asked, eyeing the well-read tabloid.

"Miami Herald...picked it up in Nassau...it's a couple days old..." Matt
told him. "Page two..."

Zac opened up the paper.  The headline jumped out at him. "SEARCH CONTINUES
FOR OPA LOCKA BOY MISSING FOR FIVE DAYS" Below that Zac read the
sub-headine, "Police have not ruled out kidnapping by sexual predator."
Below that was a school picture of Kevin bearing the name, Danny
Lovitz. The story read: "Miami-Dade authorities admit to being clueless as
to the disappearance of 12-year-old Danny Lovitz five days ago as he was
apparently on his way home from school. The boy was last seen leaving his
neighborhood middle school about 3:15 p.m.  When he wasn't home by dinner
time, his parents began searching the area on foot and by car, notifying
police some two hours later of their missing son's disappearance.  Since
then police have organized volunteer groups and have scoured a three square
mile area in and around Opa Locka in search of the boy or any clues that
might suggest what may have happened to him.  So far they have turned up
nothing.  No one has reported seeing suspicious individuals in the
neighborhood at the time nor any unusual activity along Danny's normal
route home, some five blocks from the school.  Searchers have concentrated
their efforts in an overgrown wooded area not far from the boy's home but
have found no evidence of foul play in the case.  Nonetheless, they have
questioned dozens of sexual predators living within a five-mile radius of
the school, but have reported no leads.  Police are monitoring airports,
campgrounds, and local marinas suggesting they suspect young Danny's
abductor might try smuggling him out of the area. Anyone having any
information regarding the case is urged to contact Miami-Dade police."

"Mmmmm...looks like our little...baggage, as you put it, has been sorely
missed." Zac folded the paper neatly and handed it to Justin.

"It's that last part worries me," Matt noted.

"Yes...It would seem Jason's goons do pretty neat work.  And now, either
we're rescuers or we're accomplices," Zac considered the possibilities.

"Either way there's sure to be a ton of questions," Matt added.  "Questions
we don't want to have to answer...and YOU especially don't want any
involvement whatsoever in something like this."

"Me neither," Justin agreed.

"Kevin...Danny...whatever the fuck's his name...he seen this?" Zac
inquired.

"No, but we really can't keep it from him very long," Matt worried as he
sat down opposite the two.

"No, and I suppose Kevin...Danny is expecting to climb ashore and go
hop-skipping back to Opa Locka like nothing ever happened.

"Well, I rather doubt he's given it much thought yet, but...yes, that'd be
my guess," Matt agreed.

Zac took a deep breath, rereading the newpaper item.  "Where is he?"

"Him and Mike are down below cleaning up the...pigsty...if they haven't
taken time off to play with their cocks some more."

"Get'em up here, no sense putting off the inevitable," Zac rested his head
in his hands, dreading what was to come.

Matt went to retrieve "the baggage."

"What're ya gonna do?" Justin asked, gazing out to sea, concerned etched on
his pretty face.

"Fuck, I don't know, I guess that depends on Kevin..." Zac sighed once
more.

"Danny..." Justin corrected.

"Whatever..."

"Yes, whatever...whatever the case, we can't just toss him ashore on some
deserted sandbar and take off." Justin noted.

"WE can't do anything," Zac went further.  "Can you imagine what would
happen to our careers if either of us were known to be connected to this?"

"Ouch..." Justin grimaced.

"And I can't ask Matt and Josh to do anything illegal...plus this is MY
boat...the connection would soon surface," Zac began realizing his own
entanglement.

"And who knows what the kid might say with the police bearing down on him
for answers," Justin added his own concerns.

"Then there's Jason..." Zac's voice grew cold.

"He thinks Kevin's dead." Justin said bluntly.

"Well...let's hope so...let's hope we can KEEP him thinking that too...or
WE could be dead." Zac shook his head. "Still, Jason is no dummy...he knows
the ropes. He didn't get where he is by being stupid. He's gonna put two
and two together eventually and at least SUSPECT we were involved in some
way...the whole thing's too convenient to be coincidetal."

"I had to break up a hot little sixty-nine," Matt said as he escourted his
son and Kevin up on deck, both boys still naked and extremely quite hard.

"You didn't let'em finish...?" Zac said in mock horror, "shame on
you...spoilsport..."

"Matt said you wanted talk to me?" Kevin asked as he humbly stood before
them, not only quite naked but seeming quite tiny and vulnerable as well.

Zac looked away, unable to contemplate such naked lovliness knowing what he
had to tell the boy. Reluctantly he flipped the newspaper to him.

Kevin read it in silence. "Looks like I'm fuckin' FAMOUS." Kevin laid the
paper back on the table before them.

"Unfortunately," Zac noted.  "Sit down, we gotta talk."

Kevin complied, occupying the seat Matt had vacated earlier.

"The police are looking for you," Zac began.

"Yeah," Kevin's face grew grim as the full implication of what he'd read
began to sink in.

"You want us to continue calling you Kevin or your real name?" Zac asked
quietly.

"Kevin's okay..." Kevin replied after a moment's thought, deciding there
was no need to get everyone tongue-tied in trying to remember to use his
real name.

"Kevin, you know what this means?" Zac asked grimly.

"Trouble?" Kevin guessed.

"Hmph...yeah, you might say that," Zac suppressed a half smile at the boy's
knowing understatement.

"Kevin, it means you can't go home," Justin told him softly and simply,
reaching out, covering the boy's hand on the table with his own.

Kevin was silent, his face a mask, even as a tear formed in the corner of
one eye.  He bravely wiped it away.  "Too many questions..." he said
softly, his voice hardly more than a whisper, yet emiting an adolescent
rasp, puberty once more betraying him.

"Ever..." Zac added, underscoring the seriousness of what Justin had just
told their naked young friend.

"For now, at least...you can't even go ashore," Matt added, standing behind
them, resting his arm around his son's naked shoulders as Mike struggled to
get a handle on the seriousness of their dilenma.

"Probably be better if you gassed up in Freeport and headed
south...Jamaica...Grand Caymans...it's unlikely they'd be looking for him
there." Zac told his captain.  "We'll fly to Lauderdale like nothing ever
happened..."

"What happens to me?" Kevin asked in dismay, his cock no longer hard, his
voice now that of a frightened little boy.

"How do you feel about brown hair?" Zac suggested.

"Maybe a neat little moustache..." Justin smiled, hoping to lighten the
mood.

"You mean stay on the boat with you guys?" Kevin brightened somewhat at the
prospects shaping up.

Zac shrugged.  "For now anyway...what else can we do? Anyone got any better
ideas?"

No one volunteered.

"Looks like we got a new crew member, Mike," Matt hugged his son, "you're
going to have to share your cabin...indefinitely it would seem."

"Cool..." Mike smiled up at his dad, not at all disturbed by the idea.

"Can we get him some kind of papers," Zac asked?

"Passport would be hard...birth certificate maybe..." Matt suggested,
"That's kind of outta might line, but Josh may have some kind of
connections. He knows Jamaica...knows the streets there...so long as ya got
money..."

"Yes, well, whatever it takes..." Zac sighed. "Color his hair, hope he
grows a foot or two the next week or two...the moustach might be a bit
much..."

"Maybe we could glue some hair around his dick, make him look older,"
Justin joked.

"Mmmmm...looks like that might not be a problem," Zac observed, eyeing
Kevin's sparse growth. "Don't forget to dye that too."

"He's gonna need a new name," Matt suggested.

"What?  Another one?" Kevin objected.

"Well, obviously you can't go by Danny Lovitz, and with Jason's network of
friends hovering over us, Kevin wouldn't be wise, how about...uhhh..."

"Darin?" Kevin suggested.

"Darin?  Why Darin?" Justin asked.

The newly named Darin shrugged.  "It's kind of sexy, short...you know,
Darin, Darin, Darin, fuck me, Darin, fuck me, fuck me, fuccck me, Darin..."

First Justin, then all the other hooted in laughter at "Darin's" little
sexual farce.

"Sounds good to me," Zac approved.  "Darin it is...uhhh...Darin who?"

"Uhhhhhhh...Romeo...ROW MAY OH...Darin pulled yet another "sexy" name out
of the hat. "How about that?"

More laughter. "Row MAY OH, Row MAY Oh, wherefore art though Row MAY oh?"
Zac mimicked.

"Actually, the kid may have a pretty smart idea...sounds Latino...maybe,
with a name like that, we could get him a real Jamaican passport," Matt
suggested, gripping Kevin tiny chin, looking his face over critically...
bone structure's a bit delicate...black hair maybe instead of brown...he
could use a few more pounds..."

"Darin Antonio Romeo," the newly minted Latino fleshed out his new persona,
"Si, si senores?"

"Si, si, kid, si, si," Zac laughed approvingly.