Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 19:40:11 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Epilogue 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 EPILOGUE "Do YOU, Derek Lee Chandler take this man, Douglas Andrew Bristol, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and enjoy sexually, now and forevermore till one of you dies?" Darin Romeo intoned as he stood with the two men on the windswept patio beneath the arching gusher of water spewing from the most obscene fountain in the Land of Ecstasy. "I do," Derek answered seriously, struggling to maintain a straight face in the face of the peculiar circumstances and hilariously pretentious wedding ceremony insisted upon by his beloved betrothed. "And do YOU, Douglas Andrew Bristol take this man, Derek Lee Chandler, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and enjoy sexually, now and forevermore till one of you fuckin' kicks the bucket?" Darin smiled, mischievously departing from Doug's carefully dictated script. Derek broke out in laughter. Doug gave him a dirty look which slowly returned a serious expression to his partner's face. "I do." "Then repeat after me," Darin continued in his role as the chief magistrate in the Land of Ecstasy, "I, Douglas Andrew Bristol, take thee Derek Lee Chandler, to be my husband and partner in life from this day forward, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." "I, Douglas Andrew Bristol take thee Derek Lee Chandler to be my husband and partner in life from this day forward, to love, honor, and cherish, in naked sexual pleasure, till death do us part," Doug somberly took the wedding vows as he'd written them. "YAAAAAAYYY....WAY TO GO, DAD!!" Doug heard his son, Bobby, call from the patio steps where the weddding party, bedecked only in black ties and white collars, sat witnessing the event. "Mr. Chandler, repeat after me," Darin continued officiously, "I, Derek Lee Chandler, take thee, Douglas Andrew Bristol to be my lawfully wedded husband and partner for life, from this day forward, to love, honor, and cherish, in naked sexual pleasure, till death do us part..." "I, Derek Lee Chandler take you, Douglas...Andrew? I didn't know your middle name was Andrew." Derek paused laughing. "Oohhh...sorry...Douglas ANDREW Bristol, to be my lawfully wedded husband...what was the rest, I forget..." "To be my lawfully wedded husband and partner for life, from this day forward, to love, honor, and cherish, in naked sexual pleasure till death do us part," Doug impatiently prompted. "Doug, I think you just married yourself..." Derek joked as the witnesses cracked up. "WAY TO GO DAD!" Bobby once more cried loudy. "JUST FUCKIN' SAY IT..." Doug snarled in dispair and enbarrassment. "Tobemylawfullyweddedhusbandandpartnerforlifefromthisdayforwardtolovehonorandcherishinnakedsexual pleasuretilldeathdouspart," Derek rapidly recited the remaining part of his vows in a single word. "I now pronounce you husband and husband and let's get the fuck outta here before they come to blows," Darin joked as Doug glowered at his new spouse. "YOU FORGOT THE PART ABOUT'EM KISSIN'," Buddy Bristol directed Darin from the sidelines. "Right...you two wanna kiss and make up or is this where someone get's thrown in the pool?" Darin asked the two newlyweds. KERSPLASH!! Darin suddenly got pushed over backwards into his "obscene" pool as the two men ceremoniously wiped their hands of him. "KISS...KISS...KISS...KISS...KISS...KISS...!" first the twins then the entire group of some fifty guests began chanting as the two men pretended to be at odds over the nuptual charade they'd just enacted. Derek gave Doug a quick peck on the cheek. Doug pecked him back. "OHHhhhhh forgodsakes...I'm fuckin' LEAVING," Bunny cried, tossing her boquet, supremely disappointed in the silly little farce she'd just witnessed, not to mention the fact she'd not been permitted to don a sexy bridesmaid's gown for the occassion." Grinning, Derek suddenly turned and grabbed Doug, bending him over backwards, kissing him long and hard to the point they both collapsed into the grass next to the patio with Derek continuing to kiss his startled spouse down over the man's naked body culminating in the ultimate kiss as he swept Doug's diamond hard cock into his mouth and began sucking it voraciously. Startled, embarrassed, and horny, Doug returned the man's obscenely appropriate wedding kiss as the guest crowded around them, their chant having morphed from "KISS...KISS...KISS...!!" to "SUCK...SUCK ...SUCK...SUCK...SUCK...SUCK...!!" then to "CUM...CUM...CUM...CUM...CUM...!!" It took a while. The stress, the presence of a boistrous audience, the pressure to perform, was almost overwhelming, but eventually the swine-like grunts of naked sexual pleasure grew in intensity and volume to the point that when the inevitable culmination of their wedding vows took place, no one in the crowd was disappointed in the spectacle. "Nice fake," Derek whispered as he and Doug arose from the grass to applause and hoots of hilarity from the two men's children and all the others. "Drool a little, make it look real," Doug whispered back. "I think they need to cool off a bit," Darin cried in retaliation as he climbed wetly from the pool," at which time the overwhelmingly male guests followed his lead in unceremoniously tossing both grooms into the water followed by their joining them in a naked, aquatic, touchy-feely freeforall. A few very wet orgasms later the group assembled on the jutting upper deck of the villa for the traditional cutting of the wedding cake and exchange of toasts. The Ecstasy food service people had really outdone themselves. The cake stood more than three foot tall and was formed in the shape of the national emblem of the Land of Ecstasy, an obscenely erect cock and balls tipped with a champagne fountain apparently inspired by the backyard swimming pool from which the wedding party and most of the guests had just emerged. The sky glowed a peachy hue timed for the occassion by Doug Bristol's wedding planner (himself) to highlight the mystical beauty of the affair. Unfortunately the same golden sun and the native Caribbean humidity had not been kind to their phallic confection. The cake leaned dangerously and the icing had long since begun oozing down the side. Only the stainless steel tubing of the champagne fountain running up the center of the cake kept it from taking the form of a rather dismally LIMP sexual appendage. The scene reminded Darin all to vividly of the farcical reception following his own wedding more than a decade before. He smiled. Beside him, helping himself to a generous portion of the sad bakery extravaganza was the only good thing to come from his Ecstasy Island ordeal--the naked young boy conceived there that memorable day on the beach, just a few yards from where they were now. "Here's to OUR DADS!" the three "best men" raised their plastic champagne "glasses" in toast to the happy couple as their fathers stood in the romantic sunset, posing for tasteful (above the waist) wedding photos. "Where are you going on your honeymooon?" Bunny cried as she sipped her fifth glass of bubbly. "To bed," Derek laughed in answer to her inquiry. "Can we watch?" Kevin cried as Ronon smiled in dismay at his husband's warped sense of humor. "Watch! Hell, you can join IN, if you like," Doug cracked, not to be outdone by his new stepson's smartassed request. "They don't make BEDS that big," one of the other guests shouted from the back. "We'll all go over to The Pit...you can each take a number," Derek suggested in jest. "Bring your own Duralon!"