Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 01:13:51 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 32

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 32


There were high fives all around as the new EcstasyInc management team
departed Jim Loin's crystal palace. "I think this calls for a celebration,
how about we pay a visit to Phuquers?" Derek proclaimed, I've been wanting
to see that place."

"Well, the FOOD is nothing to shout about but..." Ronon told him, "they do
serve some pretty interesting DRINKS. You ever had a virgin lollipop?"

"Only YOURS..." Derek laughed as they piled into Jim Loin's limo, parked on
the street. "He won't miss it, Derek told the driver. Besides...meet your
new boss. This here's Darin Romeo and he's the new director general around
here."

"Managing director," Darin corrected blandly.

"Whatever..." Derek laughed. "We're gonna have to get you a name tag or a
bunch of stars tattooed on your shoulder or something so people will know
and bow down and worship the ground you walk on."

"Oh please," Darin sighed, "you have any idea how uncomfortable I am in all
this. I hate bossin' people around...almost as much as I hate being BOSSED
around."

"Get used to it, Dad," Kevin urged. "Just watch Ronon, he LOVES tellin'
guys what to do."

"It grows on ya," Ronon admitted. "I try to be a benevolent despot as much
as I can."

"See that, dad?" Kevin pointed out the window at a sort of triangular white
villa matching in style the others on the island with it's broad flat
concrete deck soaring out over the sandy beach like some kind of bird or
alien spacecraft. "That's your new HOME!"

"I thought they were gonna BUILD me a NEW place," Darin remarked in
surprise as he craned his neck to get a look at the structure.

"He crossed it out," Derek sighed.

"And just what ELSE did the bastard delete?" Darin questioned as they
passed onto the main island.

"Well, the yacht, of course; your stock option program is standard Cox
boilerplate. He let pass the salary (which surprised the hell outta me)
it's more than you deserve." Derek recited the changes from memory.

"Thanks a LOT," Darin sighed in dispair.

"Actually the fool crossed out two...no, three paragraphs that were
favorable to Cox," Derek noted. "I think he'd been into his cognac
already. In any case, you can't be fired for a full five years."

"You're kidding?" Darin looked at him in amazement.  "How'd you manage
that?"

"Well, actually, they CAN fire you...remove you from your position, but
they have to keep paying you so, in effect, unless you're really screwing
up their ballgame or you spit in Jim Loin's face, you're pretty much
guaranteed a job for the duration." Derek explained as they pulled up in
front of the underground warehouse and storm shelter. Phuquers Nightclub
sat atop that.

"Hmmm...looks like the place is hoppin' this morning," Ronon commented.

"I thought this was a nightclub...this place open 24-7?" Darin asked in
surprise.

"It kind of doubles as a pool bar during the day," Kevin told his
dad. "Hey, Mr. Bristol, there's your daughter...the one with her legs
spread."

"The one with the guy lickin' her pussy," Ronon laughed.

"I thought everyone here was gay?" Doug sighed in dismay.

"Well...looks like she's the only GIRL in the crowd, I guess she kind of
stands out," Ronon observed. "In any case, she seems to be enjoying the
distinction."

"Any sign of the boys? I gotta figure out some way to explain all of this
to THEM," Doug worried. "They're the ones gonna be most effected
by...what's happened this morning."

"No sign of'em, unless they're in the pool," Derek searched among the crowd
looking for the boys' pretty faces.

"Probably somewhere fucking or BEING fucked," Doug also scanned the hundred
or so naked young people milling about, several of them engaged in some
aspect of sex play. It was a clear, bright, breezy day. Everyone was
working on their all-over tans.

"Not bad," Darin judged as he looked about the darkly decorated club with
its folding glass doors now opened to the terrace. Several naked young
teens served drinks and finger sandwiches.

"I'll have one of those...what'd you call them? Oh, virgin lollipops,"
Derek ordered as the five of them grabbed a recently vacated table.

Beside him, Kevin and Ronon both smirked, but said nothing. "I'll have a
Penis Colada," Ronon ordered."

"Same here," Kevin put in.

"They serve alcohol to minors here?" Darin worried.

"Dad, this is Ecstasy, there's no such thing as a minor here," Kevin
reminded him.  "But don't worry, they go light on the hard stuff where kids
are involved."

"Thank you," Darin replied with mock politeness to his son's reassurances,
despite the fact he found them less than reassuring.

"And you, sir," the young teen inquired of Darin.

"Try the Masturbator," Ronon recommended.

"I'm afraid to ask," Darin sighed, wondering just what such a drink might
contain. "Very well, I've not shot my first wad yet this morning, give me a
'Masturbator'."

Doug Bristol looked up from the drink menu he'd confiscated upon sitting
down. "I think I'll have a 'Sperminator'," Doug decided. "You guys
actually...jack off into the drink?"

"Unless you'd rather I didn't?" the boy suggested. "I can do it tableside,
if you like?"

"Oh my god, you're kidding?" Doug laughed.

"He's not," Ronon assured him, "are you Lionel?"

"No, Mr. Parker," the boy assured them. "I'll be right back with your
orders."

"Mr. Parker?" Darin remarked in surprise. "No more just plain Ronon?"

"One thing you learn in managing people, especially TEENAGERS, especially
when most of them are OLDER than you are, is to cultivate a certain degree
of respect," Ronon informed his father-in-law. "Especially in your case,
Mr. Romeo, now that you're the ruler of all you survey, no more first
names.

"Kid, you're the first person in my entire life to call me Mr. Romeo,"
Darin noted. "Actually, I kind of like it."

"Or you could demand to be called 'your highness'," Kevin joked at his
dad's expense.

"By the way, just so I'll know, what the fuck is in a...'Masturbator'?"
Darin demanded.

"Harvey's Bristol Cream, creme de menthe, ice cream, and a banana stickin'
out topped with whipped cream," Ronon recited.

Darin broke out in laughter. "Ohhhh fucccckkk...what a combination.  I
could start to love this place."

"And a...what'd you call it? A Penis Colada?" Derek inquired.

"Don't ask," Kevin laughed.

"You don't wanna know," Ronon confirmed.

"Use your imagination," Kevin added.

"And...that drink you had ME order...the 'Virgin Lollipop?"

"Take a look, Ronon nodded as Lionel sat before him a tall pink phallic
beaker replete with two sizable glass balls at its base. Lodged atop the
glass was a cherry lollipop shaped like a cock head.

The whole table broke down laughing. "And what, may I ask is IN this
fucker?"

"Pink lemonade," Ronon laughed.

"What? No liquor?" Derek cried, realizing he'd been the butt of an
elaborate joke.

"Well, it is a VIRGIN Lollipop, afterall," Kevin laughed, hardly able to
contain his glee.

"I think my first act as lord and master of this place will be to review
the DRINK MENU," Darin declared as he took a bite out his banana.

"Wait, don't DRINK that," Lionel suddenly cried as Doug was about to take a
first sip from his drink, "I haven't added the final ingredient yet."

"What?" Doug asked in surprise.

"Here, hold the glass, down here, I'll do the rest," Lionel instructed
Doug. Then he took his nearly eight-inch teenaged cock in hand and started
rythmically stroking it. "Cum on guys, let's hear it, encourage me a
little," the boy urged.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it, man, jack that fucker, man, shoot that cum,
run the glass over," Kevin started cheering on their beautiful, slender,
young waiter.

"Yeah, guys, let's hear it for the sperminator, do it, man, give him a good
healthy dose, pound that fucker, man, jack it, jack it off, yeah, that's
it, that's the way, man, look at that technique, he's quite the
mixologist," Ronon joined his husband while encourating the others.

The grownups looked from one to the other in startled dismay, uncertain
whether to laugh or add their own words of appreciation for the tableside
show the boy was putting on. Derek ended up doing both. "My god, this place
is depraved," he laughed. "Okay, I'll play along, go for it, boy, shoot it,
shoot it...he actually gonna cum in Doug's drink?"

"He might if you'd do your part and urging him on," Ronon reminded his
tablemate. "Cum on, everybody, cum on, let's here it for Lionel!" Ronon
stood, imploring the rest of those nearby to join in the fun, "cum on, cum
on, jack it, jack it, jack that cock, jack that cock, shoot that cum, yeah,
ohhh fuck yeah, fuck yea, do it Lionel, shoot your cum, Lionel, shoot it,
shoot it, shoot it."

"SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM, ADD SOME RUM, SHOOT YOUR
CUM, SHOOT YOUR CUM," Ronon quickly had half the room chanting.

Reluctantly, Darin and Doug eventually joined in, though not without a
certain lack of enthusiasm, do it, boy, do it, do it, do it, shoot your
cum, kid, shoot that thick, white, hot boy-juice, give him your cum, give
him your load of fresh hot boy-cum, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh."

"I'm gettin' there," the boy reported, starting to pant and writhe his hips
and loins slightly as the pleasure began swelling within him.

"ORRRR-GASM, ORRRRR-GASM, ORRRRRR-GASM, ORRRR-GASM!!!" the entire room was
now shouting, standing, peering over one another as they watched in
anticipation of the boy's moment of sexual ecstasy.

"Remind me not to do this again," Doug looked wistfully at Darin. "It's
embarrassing."

"Not to mention the fact everyone is going to expect you to chug it when he
gets done," Darin told his friend.

"WHAAATTTTT...NO WAY," Doug cried, though mostly he was drowned out by the
chanting mob.

"I'M GONNA CUMMMMMM!!" Lionel suddenly cried. "OhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH
FUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!" He ejaculated, not just once, or twice, but
three...four...FIVE...SIX...the croud was now loudly counting each massive
spurt as it plopped into Doug's drink and splattered his hand and arm with
boy-cum.

"SEVEN...EIGHT...nine..." the cum ceased to spurt, easing off gradually to
a oozing dribble as did the crowd's chanting volume.

"He'll be expecting a sizable tip after all that," Ronon informed Doug.

"You know I don't have any money on me," Doug looked at the boy in dismay,
wishing he did.

"I don't think he'd mind if you kind of...tidied up the dispensor a bit,"
Kevin suggested.

"The dispenser?" Doug looked at Kevin blankly. "Ohhhhhh...ohh,
yeah...uh...right," Doug suddenly realized what the boy was talking
about. He sat the glass on the table and kneeled worshipfully before the
boy sucking down on the kid's still drooling cock."

"Easy, you'll have him cumming again," Ronon joked. "Hope nobody ELSE
orders one of them fuckers."

"Actually, he's got a very pleasant flavor," Doug smiled as he slipped back
into his seat, watching the boy's cute bubble-butt return to the
kitchen. "I can't WAIT to try...this," he smiled as he eagerly tasted the
drink. "Ohhhh fuck...rum? Quite a LOT too!" Doug gasped as he quickly
identified the drink's OTHER major ingredient.

"Sometimes we call it 'Rum and Cock,'" Kevin revealed.

"Otherwise known as a 'Rum and Cum," Ronon laughed, adding yet another name
for Doug's potent potable.

"Let me taste yours...your...'Penis Colada' Derek insisted as Ronon passed
him the frosty white concoction.

"Well?" Darin and Doug waited Derek's taste test verdict.

Derek shrugged.  "Tastes to me like an ordinary pina colada...pineapple,
coconut, a little...VERY little rum. That's it?" he asked in dismay.

"Well, let's just say not ALL the waiters put on the kind of show Lionel
does," Kevin laughed.

"Ulp...you mean?" Derek choked.

They put it in an ice cube shaped like a penis. The ice cube has the magic
ingredient. Saves a lot of time in serving.

"I would imagine," Doug laughed.

"Actually, several of the drinks...not ALL, of course, but...half a dozen
or so, are flavored with good old-fashioned boy-cum," Ronon explained.
"The waiters fight for this spot on the duty roster. They rather enjoy
contributing."

"I'm sure they do," Derek laughed, "though I wonder...actually, the
liquor...the other stuff is so strong, you can't really TASTE the...magic
ingredient, as you put it."

"Don't believe him," Doug laughed, "I can taste it."


Doug Bristol needn't have been worried about the whereabouts of his two
young sons. Actually, they weren't even out of bed yet. It was almost ten
a.m. when the rising sun gradually and gently nudged them awake as they
cuddled nakedly together in their bed.

"I dreamed I was suckin' your cock and you wouldn't stop cumming," Buddy
told his still-groggy brother.

"Go back to sleep, find out what happens next," Bobby urged, rolling over
onto his back, his hard young boy-cock hovering an inch or so over his
thin, hairless loins. "At least I can cum in YOUR dreams, if not mine."

"You even had a few little tiny hairs around your cock," Buddy elaborated,
and you couldn't hit high 'C' anymore."

"I can't NOW," Bobby laughed, "...and neither can YOU."

Buddy startled his brother by suddenly making the attempt, but
failing. "Close...maybe a C-minus."

"C-flat," Bobby corrected.

"Whatever," Buddy reacted, feeling his brother's familiar fingers closing
around the shaft of his hard little boy-cock. Closing his eyes in sexual
pleasure, he allowed his own fingers to wonder down over Bobby's slender
abdomen, finding the stiff four inches he knew so well. Silently they
stroked one another.

"Feel good?" Bobby asked needlessly.

"Mmmm..."

"Feels like I'm dreaming again."

"Yeah..." Buddy sighed.

"You like that?"

"Love it."

"Wanna cum?"

"No, I've decided to give up trying to cum," Buddy joked.

"Stroke me," Bobby whispered softly, kissing his brother's lips.

"How's this?"

"Nice," Bobby squirmed under his brother's touch.

"Feels good to me, too," Buddy kissed his brother in return.

"Harder," Bobby moaned.

"You gonna cum?"

"No, first I'm gonna go take a piss," Bobby suddenly broke off their mutual
masturbation.

"Can I take one with you?" Buddy questioned as his brother headed for the
bathroom.

"Sure, if you hurry," Bobby told him.

"Wait, don't start without me," Buddy quickly followed his brother to the
bathroom. Together, two yellowish streams crossed in mid-air before
tinkling into the water of the commode. It was a ritual they'd enacted
nearly every morning since they could walk...or at least since they were
out of diapers.

"Damned Duralon, makes it hard to fuckin' piss," Bobby complained.

"I think it's starting to make my cock grow," Buddy closely compared his
own with his brother's.

"It does look a little longer," Bobby agreed, though the difference was
rather minute.

"I'll probably CUM before you do, too," Buddy insisted.

"In your dreams," Bobby raced his brother back to the bed.

"Ya wanna jack or suck," Buddy questioned as the two boys again found
themselves sexually involved.

"Fuck no, not after you just PEED, I ain't fuckin' suckin' your cock,"
Bobby pretended to be grossed out, though in truth, he'd had far grosser
things in his mouth recently. Silently, their tiny, delicate fingers closed
around one another's cocks and continued what they'd earlier begun.

"You jack better'n you suck anyway," Buddy gave him to know. "You really
suck at suckin'"

"Feeling anything?"

"Fuck, no, we just started."

"Justin sure sucks good," Bobby recalled from the night before.

"You see him when he had BUNNY screamin' and heavin' and thrashin' around
like..."

"NOW! Now I'm feeling it."

"Not yet, I'm not ready," Buddy cried anxiously.

"Hurry up, we don't got all day," Bobby urged.

"Like hell we don't, we could lie here like this and jack each other all
day long and no one would care," Buddy insisted.

"You take your Duralon last night?" Bobby asked.

"Dad wouldn't give me any, said they were dangerous," Buddy told his
brother as they pleasured one another's cocks.  "He said they'd give me
hemorrhoids."

"What the fuck's hemorrhoids?"

"Ya got me," Buddy replied.

"Looks like we don't much need any pills," Bobby noted as he jacked his
brother's cock a little harder.

"You feelin' it yet?"

"Feelin' good," Bobby sighed, kissing Buddy's lips.

"I like this feeling," Bobby whispered as the two boys sort of melted into
a single, sexual being.

"Keep jackin' me like that, feels really goooood."

"I love you," Bobby whispered, as if someone might hear his declaration and
realize it was MORE than mere brotherly love."

"I love you too...love what you're doin' to my cock...feels really goood,"
Buddy whispered back.

"You 'bout ready?"

"Whenever YOU are?

"Let's DOOO it!"

"Feelin' it..."

"Close..."

"Me too..."

"Closer and closer..."

"Harder..."

"Ohhhhhh fucccckkk..."

"AHAHHEHAHEIHGHEAHEHRHHGHEHHAGHHHHHHHHHHH..." Buddy cried out in orgasmic
bliss as he heaved his slender little boy-body high off the bed into
Bobby's jacking fist.

"MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMM..." Bobby joined him, twisting, squirming
orgasmically.

"JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK ME OFF, MAN, OOHAIGEIAHEOIREH GOD, OGHEIAHEOIRHO
FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, MY COCK, OHHH GOD, MY COCK,
FEELS LIKE IT'S GONNA FUCKIN' EXPLODE!"

"MINE TOO!" Bobby cried as his orgasm swelled within his thin, heaving,
thrusting, naked loins.

"JACK ME, JACK ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, DON'T STOP, DON'T
FUCKIN' STOP, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME BOBBY, FEELS SOOO GOOD, FEELS SOOO
FUCKIN' GOOD, DEEP DOWN INSIDE ME, GHEOAIEHROIH GOD, THE FEELING,
AHGOEIAHEOIRHOIH, MAN, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, FEELS SO GOOOD!!

"YOU'RE MAKIN' IT FEEL SOOOO GOOD, GHEOAIEHORIH GOD, THE FEELING, FEELS
LIKE...LIKE...SOMETHING'S SQUEEZIN' ME INSIDE, WRINGIN' ME OUT,
GHOAEIRHOIHA GOD, OHGIEAOIEHR FUCK, WHAT A FEELING, GHEOIAHEORIH MAN, MAN,
KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, MAN, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, DOIN' IT TO ME, GHOAIEHORIH
GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOOOD!!"

"Did you shoot?" The boys suddenly heard their father's voice from above
and behind their bed.

"DAD!" Bobby gasped, startled, not quite yet comfortable being caught
having sex with his brother, despite their surroundings. "OHHHHHHH
FUCCCKKK...BUDDY....AGHEOAIEHRIH FUCCCCKKKK..."

"Completely dry," Buddy reported sadly.

"We've decided to keep on tryin' all day long," Bobby joked as, indeed, he
continued stroking his brother's still-hard cock as Buddy continued
writhing in naked sexual pleasure.

"Yeah, we didn't think anybody'd care," Buddy told his naked dad as the man
hovered over them, drinking in the supreme loveliness of their
preadolescent sexual beauty.

"Go right ahead, don't let ME stop you," Doug encouraged his horny little
boys. "I just stopped in to say hello and make sure neither one of you had
started shooting cum yet."

"No such luck," Buddy laughed as he casually went back to work on Bobby's
turgid little cocklet.

"Good, cause...how'd you boys like to..." Doug paused, unsure just how to
break the news. "How'd you boys like to...live here permanently?"