Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 01:20:56 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 34 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 34 "You awake?" Ronon whispered. "Are you?" Kevin whispered back. "No," Ronon told his eleven-year-old husband as the two cuddled nakedly together in bed after a long day trying to get Darin aclimated to his new position as managing director of the Ecstasy Island resort. "Me neither," Kevin joked. "I thought things went pretty well today," Ronon sighed, propping himself up on one elbow, leaning over and kissing the beautiful, little boy he loved so much. "Dad's gonna HATE this, I could tell," Kevin said softly. "He hates pretense, he hates bossin' people...hates BEING bossed, hates desks, hates swimming pools shaped like cocks..." Ronon laughed. "I thought I'd DIE, the look on his face when he realized what was in his backyard." "His...obscenity?" Kevin laughed softly, returning Ronon's kisses. "Your cock feels good," Ronon told the naked little boy in his arms. Although Ronon was hardly more than a child himself, barely a teenager, he still considered Kevin a little boy. At thirteen, two years seemed like a LOT younger. "Feels good to me too," Kevin joked. "Wanna cum?" "You have to ask?" "I love you," Kevin reminded his husband. "I thought we didn't mix sex and love," Ronon did some reminding of his own. "We're MARRIED, we're allowed to make love and make sex at the same time," Kevin insisted. "Who'd you fuck today?" Ronon asked. "Enos, Petey, and Toy," Kevin recited his short list, fulfilling his end of their vow to keep their sex lives totally transparent. "Toy?" You fucked Toy? You fucked another man's WIFE?" Ronon asked in surprise. "While Tink was fuckin' ME..." Kevin added, smiling to himself that he'd piqued a hint of jealousy in his husband. "Fucker...you...almost made me jealous," Ronon kissed Kevin yet again, hiding his embarrassment. "You didn't ask who fucked ME," Kevin kissed Ronon back. "Who ELSE fucked you?" "Les and Liam and...I can't remember the name of the other boy...and Tink, of course," Kevin added to his sexual exploits. "Les and Liam...new kids?" "Extremely..." Kevin sighed. "They'll probably need remedial fucking again tomorrow." "Want ME to fuck you?" "If you don't mind, I'm a little...sore...Tink's pretty big," Kevin demured. "Hemrrhoids?" Ronon joked. Kevin smiled. "No, thank god...I limit myself to three fuckings a day." "Keep doin' that," Ronon urged. "You like that?" Kevin smiled as the two boys rubbed their cocks together between them. "You know damned well I LOVE it," Ronon heaved and thrust against Kevin's thin, naked loins more urgently. "Who'd YOU fuck today?" Kevin turned Ronon's questions back on him. "Oh, like when did I have the TIME to fuck anyone," Ronon laughed tiredly "...except YOU...NOW." "Not even the Bristol twins?" Kevin asked in surprise. "Nope," Ronon swore. "I think their dad is afraid now that one or both of them will start shooting and screw up his whole deal with Cox Pharm." "I'm surprised he went for that," Kevin confessed. "Ohhhh fuck yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me harder, man." "Three hundred thou is a lot...that on top of what the old man offered him for his agency," Ronon reasoned as they fucked. "This Testalon stuff gonna work?" Kevin asked, the pace of their grinding hard cocks against their thin, slender young boy-bodies becoming more feverish. "Animal tests have been encouraging," Ronon told his sexual pleasure partner. "Hard to say. Getting anything out of the cauliflower brains over at Cox Pharm is like...OAHHEHAHHhhiiihghhahehh fuck, fuck, fuck, Kevin, that feels good, ghaoiehroh god, man, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me, fucccckkkk meee..." "I SHOULD...you ain't been properly FUCKED today," Kevin noted for the record. "No time, I'm gonna fuckin' CUM any minute," Ronon gasped as he felt his orgasm becoming impatient inside him. "Faster, harder, get me there," Kevin cried, suddenly reversing himself in Ronon's embrace and sucking down of the older boy's heaving hardness. Taking his cue from Kevin, Ronon did the same as Kevin's cock poked him in the cheek in its aching, urgent haste. "God, Kevin, be careful with that thing, you'll poke someone's eye out." "Don't talk, SUCK!" Kevin cried as his own orgasm tetered on the edge. Ronon sucked, at least for a couple more seconds, then..."YOU FUCKER...YOU FUCKER, YOU...YOU SHOT YOUR CUM...MY GOD, YOU SHOT YOUR CUM! he cried in disbelief. "SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK ME DRY, RONON, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY COCK, RIGHT UP OUTTA MY FUCKIN' BALLS, MAN, OHOEIHAOEIRHOAH GOD, YES, YES, YES, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME DRY, SUCK IT SUCK MY CUM, OHAHHEHR FUCK I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMIN', I'M FINALLY CUMMING!" Kevin carried on wildly ejaculating all over Ronon's face, lips, mouth, chin, neck, even in his hair. "FUUUUUUCk, YOU TASTE...HORRIBLE!" Ronon gagged, god, what the fuck'd you EAT. HOW CUM YOU DIDN'T TAKE YOUR D-3?" "I did," Kevin lied. "Like fuckin' HELL, Ronon swore, I know the taste of Duralon and you ain't had a pill in...DAYS." "I CAME," Kevin wailed. "Ain't you glad I came? You made me CUM...FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I SHOT MY CUMMMMM..." He conveniently neglected to mention having shot his cum first with his dad the day before. "Right, congratu-fuckin-lations," Ronon said snidely, then started laughing. "What?" Kevin reacted in still more surprise at Ronon's unexpected reaction. "You've got my cum all over your face like a MASK?" Ronon laughed, you should SEE yourself." "I guess I was too busy CUMMING myself to concentrate on catchin' all yours, Kevin reasoned. "You can just LICK it off." "I'm sorry, Kevin, this was a big moment for you and all I've done is complain and make fun of you," Ronon softly apologize as he sensed his husband's hurt. He kissed Kevin again, hard, tasting his own cum on the boy's face. "I love you sooooo much," Kevin whispered. "OOOOoooooooooooo..." Ronon suddenly reacted. "Huh?" Ronon spit and wiped his tongue with the pillowcase. "My OWN cum don't taste so hot either." ------ "Darin just called," Derek told Doug as they finished tucking the twins into bed. Together they'd told Bunny the good news, which she found both exciting as well as disturbing. Asking a teenage girl to give up her former life and all her friends so suddenly had a much more profound effect on her than it had on the boys. "Darin? What'd he want?" Doug asked softly as the two men moved quietly into the center area between the two bungalow bedrooms. "It seems Jim Loin doesn't let any grass grow up his ass," Derek smiled as he and Doug lowered their tired bodies side by side into the bubbling, spa with it's sexy aqua blue lights. "What the fuck that suppose to mean?" Doug hated it when people talked in metaphors. Derek, being a writer, did it all the time. "Remember he said he'd be leaving first thing tomorrow?" Derek reminded him. "So?" "He's in Nassau now," Derek smiled, sighing. Both men were dead tired. "I see what you mean." Doug shook his head in dismay. "Darin called just to tell us THAT?" "No, he called to say Jim Loin wants YOU in Nassau for a luncheon meeting with Cox lawyers at noon tomorrow," Darin broke the news. "You're to be over at the heliport at seven tomorrow morning.' Doug's face reflected his surprise distress. "Cheer up," Derek laughed. "They're sending you a new suit of clothes." "You have GOT to be KIDDING me...I'm here on vacation!" Doug complained loudly. "Shhhhh, you'll wake the fuckin' babies," Derek hushed him. Doug started laughing. "I thought I heard some bodies slapping together." "Your daughter is sleeping alone for the first time this week," Derek noted in amusement, "must be the boys." "Seriously...seven a.m.?" "Don't wake me," Derek joked, leaning over, kissing Doug on the forehead as he rested his arm around the man's shoulders. "I need to get to bed, it's almost midnight," Doug started to get up. Derek pulled him back down beside him. "Don't worry, this is Ecstasy, the choppers here never leave on time...probably be eight at least before you lift off." "Well, I guess I can sleep on the ride to Nassau," Doug sighed, not really wanting to leave Derek's watery embrace. Derek started laughing. "What?" "You've never ridden on a chopper before, have you?" "Well...no..." "One thing you DON'T do on a chopper is sleep," Derek laughed. "Too loud?" Doug guessed. "Something like that," Derek kissed him again, his hand settling around the man's hard, upthrust cock beneath the swirling water. "Why tomorrow...what's the fuckin' hurry?" Doug complained as he started gently stroking Derek's cock in return. "Apparently Cox International wants to start the ball rolling on your...'take'em-to-the-cleaners' buyout sooner rather than later." Derek suggested. "Fine, but what's the damned hurry?" Doug started feeling what Derek was doing to his cock with some intensity now. "If I had to make a guess I'd say Cox Pharm is pushing the buttons," Derek reasoned. "Cox Pharm? What they got to do with this?" "Doug Bristol, why do you think Cox International is spending three million on a penny-ante real estate agency that you, yourself, said wasn't worth even a million?" Derek drew for him a more distinct picture. "The boys?" "Bingo!" "So, Cox Pharm is in a hurry to do their thing with the twins and pushing this deal is their way of..." Doug suddenly realized where Derek had been leading. "How you know all this?" "Hey, I'm a reporter...I'm the new director of public relations," Derek smiled down at the man as he kissed him on the lips this time. "It's my fuckin' JOB to know this shit...and know it SOONER than anyone else." "Wonder what all the hurry is about...you know...from Cox Pharm?" Doug pondered as the two men continued masturbating one another, now with some vigor. "What's the last thing you told the boys tonight when we put them to bed?" Derek questioned. "I said...don't go shooting any..." Doug's mental lightbulb brightened. "That sounds about right," Derek recalled. "Cox is worried about the boy's hitting puberty before they can get their hands on them?" "If YOU'RE worried, shouldn't they be too?" Derek reasoned. "They don't want your two horny little naked boys in there screwing up their agenda any more than YOU do." "I never thought about it quite like that...from their point of view, I mean." "Not only that, but multiply that times five," Derek went on. "Five?" "Your boys and four other sets of twins tetering precariously on the cusp of puberty," Derek went on, now stroking Doug more and more firmly. "FUUUCCCKKK..." Doug moaned. "Right." Derek smiled down at the man, amazed at how dense he could be at times. "No, I mean...FUCCCCCK, as in what you're fuckin' doin' to my COCK, man. Ohhhh fucccckkkk," Doug squirmed in pleasure at the man's masturbatory touch. "I think I'd better make you cum so you can get to bed and be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning," Derek rubbed in the fact that Doug had to rise and shine with the sun while HE could sleep in till the MOON rose. "How'mi doin?" Doug asked as once more the two men exchanged kisses. "Gettin' me there," Derek told his masturbator calmly. "Must you understate EVERYTHING?" Doug sighed in dispair. "Writers are trained to do that," Derek smiled, his own naked body starting to feel somewhat orgasmic at the moment. "I wish you'd quit blaming all your faults on the fact you can write stuff ten different ways to Sunday," Doug smiled up at him. "Ohhhh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, Derek, jack me, man, jack me, jack me, jack me haarrddder! "And I wish you'd quit all your damned complaining about everthing I do," Derek argued even as he worked tirelessly to give the man his much-needed orgasm so he could go to bed. "Ohhhh mmmmm...ahhhhhhh..." "There you go again, understating..." Doug reminded him. "Aahhahehiaieirhahhhaherakerhgeiaiioeahhehhrhehhghahhghh...gieaoeihrhhehiaieiihghe...eihgeeorihoghhehhahehhg!!!" Derek suddenly screamed and growled in mock orgasmic pleasure. "How's that?" "Shut up and cum," Doug sighed, suppressing the urge to laugh at Derek's carrying on. Despite what he'd said, he didn't want to encourage him. "You close?" Derek questioned. "Very..." Doug sqirmed in Derek's stroking grasp on his cock. "Let's DO it...let's CUMMMMMMM...Doug gasped as his pleasure erupted deep within him, and with it, his mightly, sperm-loaded blast of thick hot man-cum. "OOAWEHAEIHHEAHRHHHGHHEH...GHEHAERRUGHGHHH... URNGNGGHHAREHGHH....URNGEGGHHHH..." he grunted out spasm after spasm of spermal pleasure into the water. "ooaoehHHHHIEIHGHEHHERH FUCK...FUCK...FUCK, MAN, JACK IT, JACK IT, JACK MY CUM...JACK MY CUM OUTTA MY COCK, Doug, AHGHEHE GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOD, GHEHAHEHHRH FUCK, THANK GOD FOR DURALON, GHEOAIEHROIEH FUCK YOU'RE MAKIN' IT FEELS SOOO GOOD, AHGHEOAIEHROIHO GOD, SO GOOD I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, AGHEAOEIRHOIH KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND CUM AND CUMMMMMMMMMM...!!" "ooohehahhehhHHHHHHH FUCK...YOU GIVE GOOD ORGASMS...AOEOGHOEAIHEO GOD, THAT FELT GOOD, I needed that...needed it bad after a day like today...hhhoeiaheoirhogod, you realize that was only my SECOND...no THIRD orgasm all day," Doug recalled. "And FUCK, now I gotta give it all up and get up, before the damned seagulls even, and fly outta here...just so some fuckin' pill-pushin' quack over at the Cox Pharm's secret laboratory can hurry up and get his grubby paws all over my sweetly innocent little boys before they start shootin'cum." "Sweetly innocent? Derek laughed. "Those two in there know how to do stuff to each othere I'VE never tried." "Well, at least YOU don't have to give up four hard-earned days of vaction just so..." "Look..." "What?" Doug craned his neck, looking about. "There...in the water...our sperm...they're fuckin' each other," Derek moved his fingers into the swimming white mass. "I hope they're married," Doug joked. "Maybe they're tryin' to make a baby..." Derek smiled. "Oh, forgodsakes," Doug sighed tiredly. "How can you be so lighthearted when..." "How can you be so...so...dispirited when you've got three beautiful kids, three beautiful million dollars, and...and..." Derek began counting Doug's blessings for him, "and three beautiful days in Nassau with Cox picking up the tab." "THREE DAYS!?" Doug exploded. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that part," Derek grinned. "Loin said it'd take that long to..." "I'm about to tell Jim Loin he can go FUCK himself," Doug cried in dispair. "What the hell am I supposed to do in Nassau for three fuckin' days?" "Sit through meetings...hold your tongue...get drunk...get layed...get rich...cash checks?" Derek suggested various fun stuff to do. "I'll be bored outta my mind..." Doug tried not to smile. Brutal!" Derek swore, shaking his head, not really sympathizing in the least with the up and cumming multi-millionaire. "The things people do for their kids...and three million dollars." "Ohhhh, shut up," Doug complained good-naturedly, "Shut up and help me up outta this fuckin' thing, I'm goin' over to the Palm Tower and hijack an empty bed so I can get a good night's sleep." "Mind if I join you?" Derek questioned as he helped the elderly gentlemen up out of the tub. Doug stared at him in silence, surprise, and dismay. "Ohh, I suppose...come on..." he sighed in dispair, "if you promise to keep your fuckin' hands to yourself and let me get some sleep."