Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 09:29:44 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 28

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," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed."
Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a
series of interviews with various characters involved (all
fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," 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.  Once more, it 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.

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


ECSTASY RENEWED

CHAPTER 28


Darin woke up with a cock in his mouth. He wasn't sure whose...he couldn't
remember...he was still half asleep...it didn't matter anyway. He began
pleasing it. The boy was asleep. The cock was maybe five or six inches. He
guessed the boy was no more than eleven or twelve.  Most boys older than
that on Ecstasy easily sported six to eight inches. A few even went
somewhat over that. The boy was hairless.  Darin smiled, despite the boy's
hard young cock between his lips. It was a lively cock. The kid might or
might not still be asleep, but in any case, Darin could feel it pulsating,
throbbing between his lips. The kid was enjoying the feeling, regardless of
his concious state.

"Ohhhhh, dad that feels good." It was Kevin.

The realization he was sucking his sons cock stirred him, hardening his own
cock, stimulating his own sexual pleasure as the boy snuggled closer to
him, his slender, hairless leg rubbing against Darin's powerful hardness.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck, I got sucked off so many times last night..." Kevin sighed
as he felt his aching sexual pleasure starting to swell within him. "I
musta cum TEN TIMES," he guessed.

"You shot your cum?" Darin lifted his lips from his son's cock in surprise.

"Probably not," Kevin admitted, "...figure of speech."

"Maybe this time," Darin smiled up at the boy as he returned his lips to
his son's hard little cockhead.

"Ohhhhh, god, I hope so," Kevin moaned, writhing his hips as the pleasure
inside him grew. "I'd love to have YOU be the first one to suck my cum."

His son's words drove Darin to renewed depth and suction of the boy's
heaving little boy-cock, hoping against hope the young boy might deliver
this time.

"Ohhhahhhahh god, dad, this is even better than the times you sucked me off
last night," Kevin gasped as he face-fucked his dad now with some
enthusiasm. "I think you sucked me three times and fucked me at least
once."

The night before was a blur of sexual activity with a half-dozen different
boys and men. Darin sucked faster, harder, deeper, heaving his own cock now
against his son's slender thigh in search of his own orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuccckkkk...fucccckkkkkk....oohaeoiaoeirhoh god, that feels good,
ohhhh fuck, yeah, suck me, man, suck me, suck me, suck my cock, dad,
ooheiaoehiroih god, yeah, you suck better than anyone... 'cept maybe
Ronon."

It wasn't easy, under the circumstances, but Darin again found himself
smiling. Kevin's loyalty to his husband was touching.

"Ohhhhh god, dad, ohhahhhah fuccck...I'm really feeeelin' it, dad,
aghoeaiheoirhhah god, reallly doin' it to me, really stirrin' me up inside,
ohhahehrh fuck, I can feeel the feeling, feel my cum achin' to get out,
aohghoeaiehorih god, dad, gheoieroiehhoh fuck, fuck, fuck, suck me, man,
suck me off, suck me off, suck me fuckin' offf...oagheoaiheorih fuck, I
wanna cum, I wanna shoot my cum for you, I want you to taste me first, want
you to...ahgoeiaeorihhhh fffuuuuckkkk, get ready dad, I can feel it,
ooghhaieoirhoih fuck, orgasm me, dad, do it to me, suck me off...suck me
off...gettin' me close...closer...closer...gonna doooo it, goonna
shoot...shoot...AAHHEIAEIRHEHRHHAHHEHIIHHH IIEIAHGH
OGHEIAOIOERHHGHHEHAHEHRHGH FUCCCK...FUCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

Darin tasted it. At first he thought it might be a little seeping pre-cum
but...ohhh god, it was thin, watery, acrid...really not very pleasant,
except that it was KEVIN! It was Kevin's CUM! His horny little fuckin' son
was ejaculating...eleven years old and he was shooting his cum, not just a
little but...fucccckkkk...puberty...he swallowed...a second spurt...god,
the kid was into it with a vengance!

"AOAOOAIEHO, DAD, I'M CUMMIING, I'M CUMMING, I'M SHOOTING MY CUM, I'M DOIN'
IT, I'M SHOOTIN' IT, I CAN FEEL IT, I CAN FEEL THE CUM, SHOOTIN DOWN MY
COCK, SHOOTIN' OUT...FUCKIN' GIVIN' YOU MY CUM, DAD, GHEOAIEHROIAHEORH GOD,
FEELS GOOD, FEELS FUNNY...FEELS WIERD, LIKE...LIKE...I'M FUCKIN' BEING
DRAINED...WRUNG OUT...OAOGHHEOIAEHOROIHOAI GOD, I CAN FEEL IT, DEEP INSIDE
ME, ACHING...GHEIAEH GOD, FEELS...FEELS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER
FELT...AGHEOAIHERIOHOIH, SHOOTING SOOO HARD,
GHEOAIHAOIEHOIHHAHEIGHEHHAHHGHHH!!" Kevin proceeded to ejaculate the hell
out of himself, wildly joyfully, totally exhilerated that he was finally
hitting puberty, hitting it hard, his thin, tender, little boy-body
heaving, thrusting, arching up from the bed, trembling, spurting his cum,
hard, deep, aching with pleasure.

Darin lifted his lips from the boy's drooling cock and stroked it almost
violently, watching in amazement as the waterly liquid continued to seep
out onto the boy's thin, hairless groin. "Do it, Kevin, do it, keep doin'
it, son, keep shootin' your cum, ohhahhehahh fuck, shootin' your cum, ohh
fuck, I made you cum, I made you shoot your cum for the very first time in
your life...aghheha...
ahghaheiirhehhahehhhh...UNNNAGHHHAHHGHHAH...AGOOEOAHEHRHHGHHGH...UNNNGGGHHHH...FUCK,
I'M CUMMIN' TOO, GHEOAIHEORIH GOD, KID, YOU MADE ME CUM TOO...GHEAIEOIHROIH
GOD, FEELS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHOOTIN' MY CUM RIGHT ALONG WITH YOU, BOTH OF US,
BOTH OF USE FEELING THE SAME FEELINGS, THE SAME SEXUAL PLEASURE, BOTH OF US
SHOOTIN' OUR CUM, GHEOAIEHROIH GOD, KEVIN, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SOOOO
MUCH, SON, GHEOAIEHORIHOH GOD, YES, YES, YES, BOY, I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO
FUCKIN' MUCCCHHHHHHH..."

"ME TOO, DAD, I LOVE YOU TOO, GHHEOAEIRHOI GOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK
YOU FOR MAKIN' ME SHOOT MY CUM, GHEOIHOIAHOOEOIAHHOE GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS
SOOO GOOD, ALL THAT CUM, POPPIN' OUTTA MY COCK, GHEOIHAOEIHRO GOD, FEELS
LIKE MY COCK GREW FUCKIN' SIX INCHES...GHEHAHERHHHHG YEAH, YEAH, I CAN HEAR
MY VOICE CHANGING TO, AND FEEL TINY LITTLE COCK HAIRS POPPIN' OUT DOWN
THERE AND...AND..." Kevin gushed.

"Easy there, kid, save some for tomorrow, puberty don't fuckin' happen in a
split second...or overnight...or even a week, or a month," Darin tried to
bring the boy back down to earth gently. It may take as much as a
year...god, you're still only eleven...it may take a year or more before
you really start pubing out. Fuck, I don't wanna lose my little boy.  I
wanna keep suckin' your little-boy cock like this for...a long time..."

"You cummed too," Kevin realized for the first time as he felt the damp
warmth of his father's sperm upon his bare leg. "You shot my brother all
over me," he joked.

"There's a little more too it than that, kid," Darin smiled down at the boy
as he kissed his sweet, delicate, smiling lips. "You see, the man has to
shoot his sperm into a lady who's ovulating and that sperm has to swim up
inside her and fertilize one of her eggs and...and..."

"DAAADDDD..." Kevin laughed that his father should choose such a time and
place to give him "the talk."

"You see, son...the birds do it...the bees do it...even educated FLEAS do
it..." Darin sung, "let's do it...lets fuck some more!"

"You just make that up?" Kevin asked, the old song totally unfamiliar to
him.

"With apologies to Cole Porter and Nat King Cole and about a dozen
others...no, son, I did not," Darin laughed, "but I'm sure they wrote it
just for us."

"There you are..." It was Ronon. "I've been lookin' all over the house for
you."

"Ronon, guess what..." Darin began.

Kevin elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"OWWWwwwww..." Darin reacted. "Fuuuuuccckkkk!!"

"Lookin' for who, me or dad?" Kevin interrupted his dad's pain.

"YOU? Why would I be lookin' for YOU?" Ronon asked with a straight face,
enjoying the act of putting in his place the boy he loved.

"What'd you do THAT for?" Darin stared down at his son.

"What were you lookin' for dad for this early in the morning," Kevin once
more changed the subject.

"Uhhh...he...has a message...something goin' on here I don't know about?"
Ronon asked suspiciously.

"Uhhh...err...no, other than the fact that I just..." Darin began, the fact
starting to dawn upon him that for some reason Kevin didn't want to share
his moment of puberty with his husband.

"Dad just...told me about the birds and the bees...they even got a song
about it," Kevin forced some humor into his explanation in place of the
truth.

"Funny," Ronon commented, though in fact, he failed to see the
humor. "Anyway, the boss just called and he wants to talk to you."

"Me?" Darin reacted in surprise.  "You mean...Mr...whatzizname...Loin...Jim
Loin wants to talk to me?"

"What'd you do, write something he didn't like?" Kevin asked, as surprised
as his father.

"Well, talk AT you more likely, Jim Loin...Mr. Loin seldom talks TO
people," Ronon admitted. "Anyway, you two better get up and get
showered...by the way, did I say you could fuck my husband, geesh," Ronon
reacted in mock outrage when he saw the cum dripping from Darin's cock all
over Kevin's naked thigh. "There's a buffet setup in the dining room."

"See ya," Kevin bid goodbye to his spouse as Ronon left to go eat.

"What was all that about?" Darin asked as he sat up in bed next to his
naked son.

"All what?" Kevin reacted.

"Dammit it, Kevin, you know fuckin' well what I'm talkin' about," Darin
sighed in dismay at his son's ineffectual attempt to play dumb. "You nearly
broke a RIB!"

"Sorry," Kevin appologized, swinging his feet out onto the soft carpet. "I
just did't want you to...ruin it..."

"Ruin it?"

"My first time...I...I love that...that YOU were the first one to suck my
cum, but...I want Ronon to be the first one too, okay?" Kevin reasoned
illogically.

Darin shook his head in amusement, rubbing his sore ribs. "You're
fuckin'...okay, but...next time you want me to keep a secret, try doin' it
a little more gently...FUCK, it still hurts."

"I want Ronon to think he was my first...okay?" Kevin clarified his
reasoning.

"That's like losing your virginity TWICE but..." Darin laughed, then,
taking the boy into his arms, kissed him tenderly on the lips. "I guess I
can understand..."

"Thanks," Kevin sighed softly against his father's lips. "RACE YOU TO THE
SHOWER!!"


"Fuuuuuck, EcstasyInc spared no expense on THIS place," Darin commented as
he and Kevin rang the bell for one of the two elevators going up from the
street level of the Loin villa to the main living area some thirty or forty
feet above.

"Well, he IS the CEO of Cox International," Ronon told him as they heard
the elevator start its descent.

"This place makes Justin's digs seem like a DOG HOUSE," Darin looked about,
staring up at the underside of the broad, cantilevered concrete deck that
seemed to be the trademark of all the Ecstasy villas.  "Who designs
these...these trays full of glassware anyway?"

"Would you believe, Cox International owns an architectural firm...Bennet
Associates," Ronon explained. "Mr. Bennet, is the one doing the conceptual
work, I presume."

"Well, I suppose they'd be okay deflecting the tidal surge during a
hurricane...if the wind didn't lift them right off and send them flying
like a frisbee toward Florida," Darin suggested.

The Elevator door opened. "Ronon, Mr. Romeo, welcome to Hillrise Villa."
The boy was about thirteen, exquisitely slender, well-built, and
devastatingly beautiful. His cock was a good eight inches, jutting straight
up, hard as a rock.

"Raphael, is that a palm tree or are you glad to see me," Ronon greeted the
boy with a hug and a surprisingly long kiss. It was clear they were more
than mere acquaintenances. Of course, Ronon could likely claim that with
regard to virtually every boy on the island. "Raphael this is my
father-in-law...Kevin's dad, Darin Romeo." Ronon introduced them.

Darin extended his hand to the boy but instead found Raphael hugging him
warmly...one might even say "hotly."

"Mr. Loin is expecting you," Raphael told them as he operated the elevator
and sent them rocketing to the upper level.

"Fast..." Darin observed.

"Hmmmmmm...yes," Raphael forced a smile. "It is if you're not expecting
it. Jim hates wating on elevators."

"So it would seem," Darin smiled back, starting to feel a bit
uncomfortable. It was like he was being called to the principal's office
for some unknown infraction. In stepping off the elevator at the top Darin
was almost blinded by the light. The floor was polished white marble, there
was glass folding doors on all sides of a large living room. In the center
of the room was a large, round rug in medium blue upon which sat three
curved aqua blue sofas and a round central cocktail table. Near the
elevators were two matching lounge chairs. The rest of the room was pretty
much all white, including a baby grand piano on the far side and a small
bar done in black and white. Sprinkled about the room were potted plants,
some rising to the level of small trees.

"Try not to act impressed," Ronon whispered, somewhat amused at Darin's
reaction to the subtle opulence.

Though he tried his best to conceal it, Darin was, indeed impressed. He'd
been in Justin's villa and Zac's, but this was a palace compared to theirs,
though in a rather strange, monochromatic way.

"Wait here, I'll go round up the old fart," Raphael joked, apparently for
Ronon's sake.

"Nice," Darin commented.

"It's impressive, but actually not much larger than some of the other
villas here on the island," Ronon gazed about as Darin sat down on the edge
of on of the recliners. "It was intended to be a part time hangout for the
company president. Jim's been here three MONTHS now.

"Is that a fuckin' PALM tree growing up through the middle there?" Darin
questioned as he peered beyond the living room toward an open baloconied
area similar to the one at Justin's place only not as large.

"Yes, the four bedrooms are off the open area there, the dining room and
kitchen are on the far side just beyond, overlooking the water." Ronon
explained the layout. "There's another elevator back there leading down to
the beach. There's a pool patio courtyard on the level just below this,
just down that flight of steps there."

"Here he comes," Darin caught sight of the man he'd seen briefly the night
before at Justin's but not met.

"Mr. Romeo...mind if I call you Darin," the tall, muscular, gegarious man
greeted them with a handshake and a warm, Ecstasy Island hug. Like all the
other inhabitants of the island, the balding man was completely naked. He
sported a good seven or eight inches of circumcised man-cock. "Ronon,
thanks, both of you, for coming on such short notice."

"Curiosity, I guess," Darin confessed as he, Ronon, and Jim Loin seated
themselves on the soft, velvet couches.

"I take it Ronon didn't tell you why I wanted to talk to you this morning,"
Jim Loin began.

"Ronon didn't KNOW," Ronon informed his boss quite frankly.

"You disappoint me, my boy," Jim smiled warmly, "I thought there was no
keeping a secret here on the island from ANYONE, especially YOU."

"I have my sources, but in this case..." Ronon shrugged. "Apparently
your...staff, didn't know anything about this either."

"Touche'," Jim laughed. "They're such fuckin' gossips.  Anyway, so as not
to keep you guessing, Mr. Romeo..."

"Darin," Darin urged.

"Darin...I've been talking to your employer...to Zac and...he has high
praise for you, for your expertise in handling his favorite...make that
SECOND favorite...plaything," Jim began, "and for your management skills,
your way with the boys, how you handle your crew..."

"Ohhhh my Goddddd...." Ronon gasped.

"What?" Darin looked at him in dismay.

"It would seem our young friend here is quite perceptive," Jim Loin
observed.

"More perceptive than I am, apparently," Darin forced an uncomfortable
smile.

"As Ronon has apparently, guessed," the powerful CEO continued,
"Mr. Romeo...Darin...I'd like to formally offer you a position with
EcstasyInc."

"Position...what kind of position," Darin asked warily, "flat on my back
with a naked boy on my cock?"

Jim laughed politely. "Perhaps, but mostly you'd be upright. How'd you like
to be the managing director of Ecstasy Isle?"

Darin was silent...stunned...but also rather dismayed that anyone would
think he'd be interested in such a job. "I'm perfectly happy right where I
am...captain of my own ship...well...Zac's, anyway, answering to no one BUT
Zac..." Darin began.

"Darin...don't...please don't say no...please," Ronon suddenly pleaded,
upset by his father-in-law's abrupt rejection of the offer. "We need
you...I need you...someone to take this place by the scruff of the neck and
shake it up a bit."

"Ronon is exactly right...if he were ten years older, I'd offer HIM the job
in a second," Jim Loin declared. "But...like he said, please don't...don't
reject the offer out of hand.  We're prepared to give you a quarter million
per year with stock options, your own villa, a staff of the most beautiful
young boys...your choice of all the boys on the island...as Dean of Boys,
Ronon would, in effect, be your assistant. You couldn't ask for anyone
better equipped to ease your way into the job."

"And who would I answer to? Darin asked skeptically.

"Randy Fisher, president of EcstasyInc," Ronon told him before his boss
could answer. "No one here on the island, you'd be the head man, chief
justice of the supreme court, the ruler of all you survey, naked boys
crawling all over you day and night, big limo to ride around in, everyone
here scared to fuckin' death of ya..."

"Enough," Darin held up his hand.  "What about this Fisher guy?"

"Little older than you, early 40s, competant, vice presidential timber, on
his way up the ladder, not the most creative bloke I ever met (he's
British) but...he'll stay outta your hair...I'll see to that...long as you
run a tight ship...just like you do for Zac...keep the guests happy, keep
the boys in line, keep the dollars rolling in and the profit margin
reasonable."

"Just what's meant by...reasonable," Darin questioned skeptically.

"Three percent," Jim revealed.

"Three percent?" Ronon reacted in surprise."

"I know, it's thin, but...despite what you see here," Jim
continued. "Despite all the fancy hotels and lush landscaping, the Ecstasy
Island operation, the ship, all the horny naked boys, they're really just a
sideline."

"I beg your pardon," Darin stared in surprise and disbelief.

"Look, let me be frank," the president of Cox International cut to the
chase, "Ecstasy Island is a boy farm."

"A what?" Darin sqinted a bit at the man's words.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, we're here to make a profit, and the...perks...if
you will...are nice...interesting...enjoyable...cute, sweet, beautiful,
lovely, sexy, pick your own favorite adjective," Jim Loin
continued. "But..." he rose suddenly. "Come here, he directed Darin and
Ronon toward the folding glass doors between the elevators.  They moved out
onto the balcony. "See that." He pointed to a large building on the far
side of the island. "That's what Ecstasy is all about."

"Cox Pharm?" Darin reacted.

"Every morning, exactly 78 boys, myself included, go over there and get our
cocks milked." Ronon told Darin.

"Whaaaaaa...?" Darin laughed in disbelief.

"Cox Pharm harvests ever day nearly a gallon of boy-cum for use in the
testing, development, and manufacuring of a new product...we haven't even
arrived at a final name for it yet, but it's being tested and used even as
we speak in modifying the DNA of young boys to shape them into...well...let
me show you...Linus, Hardin..." Jim suddenly called out for two of his
eye-candy boys who had been lounging about in the living room.  "Come here,
boys, you know Ronon, this is Kevin Cox's father, Darin Romeo." Jim
introduced Darin to the boys.  "Darin, these two boys were among the first
test subjects we had starting about five years ago."

Darin looked both boys up and down physically. They appeared to be about
thirteen or fourteen, slender, but well developed physically in all
respects, pretty faces, flawless skin, but most of all, each boy's cock was
at least nine, perhaps closer to ten inches and quite hefty in
circumferance.

"Five years ago, when they were each just eight or nine years old, we began
testing...we call it 'Peniped' for now. When we begin selling the stuff,
I'm sure the marketing geniuses will come up with something better." Jim
Loin explained for Darin's benefit. "Anyway, it's an ointment...a cream,
actually, the boys rub it over their...genitals daily...and over a period
of time, there's a 50% improvement in their sexual development. Boys that
might otherwise have six inches, end up with nine."

Darin blinked in amazement but said nothing.

"I started using it last year...it works," Ronon volunteered, proudly
thrusting forward own growing boy-cock.

"So that's why your cock always tastes funny," Darin realized.

"There's little or no taste or smell," Jim Loin insisted. "In any case,
that's merely the tip of the iceberg. Even I'm not fully aware of all
that's going on over there, except to say they're doing DNA research far in
advance of anything going on anywhere else in the world."

"And Ecstasy supplies the...boys...the test subjects...produces the sperm
that powers all this research?" Darin asked skeptically.

"In a word, yes," the CEO confirmed. "However, that's neither my business
nor YOURS. Your job would be to keep Cox Pharm supplied with happy little
boys shooting their cum every morning and see that this place makes a
modest profit. We're shaking up the top level management here. I've already
got a new guy lined up...well, falling into line, I think, to be your
director of marketing and sales. Tomorrow, maybe this afternoon, I'm going
to hire a director of public relations to work with you, and Ronon, the
marketing guy, and a couple more to see that this place grows at a steady,
but manageable rate to a level of about six to eight hundred guests a week
and a staff of boys and service workers almost twice that."

Darin breathed deeply, more than a little amazed at what he was hearing.

"I'm not gonna shit ya, Darin, this is going to be a demanding
job...especiallly as we endure the inevitable growing pains...continued
construction, new boys...Ronon's and Kevin's responsibility... food
service, transportation, security, maintenance, the grounds, not to mention
the occassional tropical storm or hurricane that may come to call."

"Please, Darin...please, say yes," Ronon pleaded.

"I can't hang out here much longer," Jim confessed. "My balls won't stand
it," he joked for the benefit of his beautiful teenaged staff. "I'm needed
in Nassau, I've got a dozen fires to put out all over the world.  Zac Efron
says I can trust you. I trust his judgment. He says you're competant,
intelligent, kind, thoughtful..."

"I ain't no fuckin' BOY SCOUT," Darin interrupted him.

"No, But word has it you like to scout for boys," Jim joked, draping his
muscular arm around Darin's shoulders. "You CARE about boys, Darin...and
quite frankly, you may have to step in at times to...shall we say, temper
the enthusiasm of some of the mad scientists over there in the pill
factory. I need someone here who loves boys and...and who loves boy
sex. Ronon tells me you're quite...quite good with boys."

Darin was ready to say no, but didn't.  He saw the helpless, hopeful,
pleading look in Ronon's eyes. "I'll look around, talk to people...I'll
think about it."