Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 10:12:48 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Working Boys chapter 10 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story takes the form of a series of interviews with some beautiful young Boy prostitutes and their parents. It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the boys. Like my other story, Ecstasy Isle, 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 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 four to six 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. THE WORKING BOYS CHAPTER 10 A moment later and two flights of steps, Derek, Ronon in tow, met Darin and Mike at the bottom of the steps. "The cab's waiting just down the street," Darin directed them, taking one of Ronon's suitcases, handing the other to Mike. "Down the street?" Derek questioned. "You didn't think we'd haul him off in broad daylight right here in front of his house, did you?" Darin asked in disbelief. "Uhhh...no...of...of course not," Derek was gradually gaining more and more respect for the man the longer he knew him. "How FAR down the street," Derek asked. "Couple blocks," Mike told him. "Good, I can stop at my car down here a ways and pick up a couple items," Derek told them. He'd not packed a suitcase like Ronon, but he did have a small "carry-on" with toiletries and a change of clothes. The cab ride across town to the marina was silent and tense, each man and boy deeply immersed in his own thoughts. Twice, Ronon gazed up at Derek, forcing a smile, seeking reassurance, fully realizing he would remember this day, this cab ride, the rest of his life. He knew it was the day that would change his life forever. He was in a part of town he'd never seen before. The marina was impressive, close to a hundred boats, most of them sizable yachts in the 50 to 100 foot range. All he could say as they got out of the cab was "WOW!!" "You like boats?" Darin asked him. Ronon eyed Derek, unsure how to answer. "Yeah, where's yours?" "Up ahead," Mike pointed. "I never seen so many boats," Ronon gaped in awe, each one seemingly bigger than the one before as they moved toward the larger berths. "I know what you mean," Derek confided to the boy. He'd had had occassion to visit before, but he was still awestruck, not so much by the number as by the SIZE of the millionaire toys. "The Zee-Ray?" Derek read the name of the boat as the grew near. It had to be Darin's, it was the last one, also the biggest one moored at the end of the floating dock. "Don't ask," Mike laughed, "it's too complicated...and defies logic in any case." "Hoooo-kay," Derek smiled as they moved single file up the aluminum gangway. "How big?" "Just over 150," Darin told him proudly. "WOW," Ronon repeated, drinking it all in. "You must REALLY be rich!" "Not so much," Darin smiled, winking at the lovely little boy, "it's only borrowed." "We...going to meet the owner?" Derek questioned, both curious as to their arrangement with Zac and in the hope he might actually meet the famous playboy movie star." "Who knows," Mike rested his arm around Derek's shoulders as they moved from the aft deck into the main salon, "the fact is we never know ourselves, he kind of comes...or cums...if you know what I mean...and goes pretty much without warning, we never know where or when he'll turn up. "You wanna get Ronon squared away, help him unpack," Mike, meanwhile I'll kind of show Derek around and get this fucker ready to move out." "I take it we're leaving soon..." Derek was watching both men and Ronon anxiously. "Before dark," Darin told him. "This way..." "WOW!" Derek borrowed Ronon's line when he saw the bridge. "Looks more like an airplane cockpit than a boat." "More like a ship," Darin corrected. "More powerful than a lot of ships, too." "What'll she do?" Derek asked, eyeing the radar, sonar, closed circuit TV, and computerized navigation gear. "Calm sea, 35 knots," Darin told him, "probably more, in fact, but I've never pushed her...she's...she's not my boat, wouldn't want to break anything. "Forty...forty-five?" Derek pressed him. "Just guessing, forty at least," Darin admitted. "How's the boy doin?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject. Derek shurgged, "You saw him." "Yes, but YOU know him," Darin insisted, "or at least I assume you do?" "Probably not as well as YOU do, but You could say that," Derek admitted. "He seemed frightened...awfully quiet on the way over," Darin observed. "Uneasy...he's..." Derek searched for the right word. "Cool..." "Cool?" Darin repeated. "What can I say, the kid's sharp...tougher than he looks...god, he'd have to be, putting up with a mother like Doreen," Derek told him. "She's a piece of work, alright," Darin rolled his eyes as he set about a checklist in preparing to depart. "You fuckin' her?" "Another hour and we'd ALL been fuckin' her..." Derek joked. "She's got one hot twat." Darin smiled. "I've not heard that term in years." He called the harbor master and reported that they'd be leaving at 2000 hrs. "And what about you, you and the boy?" Darin inquired bluntly as he hung up the ship-to-shore. "I've...we've...shot some cum together," Derek decided not to play with euphemisms. "Don't go shittin' me now, you think he's worth a hundred grand and a Beemer?" Darin leveled a dead serious gaze at him along with his question. "Let's say if I had that kind of money, we'd be in a bidding war," Derek told him. Darin seemed satisfied. "Mike, prepare to cast off," he spoke into an intercom. "I'll go below, hold Ronon's hand, get him ready for...tonight," Derek guessed. "You any good in the galley?" Darin asked as Derek was about to leave. "Mike really sucks...in more ways than one." "Peanut butter and jelly on toast?" Derek expounded on his signature culinary creation. "Shittttt..." Darin sighed. "I get sooo fuckin' tired of Mike's...tuna noodle casserole..." "Sometimes I add sliced banana..." Derek joked as he left the bridge in search of Ronon's new crib. "Down the passageway, second door on the right," Mike told Derek as they met on deck. "How's he doin'?" Derek asked. Mike Shrugged. "He's naked already, if that tells you anything," he grinned. "God, he's HOT. I could hardly keep my hands off the little fucker." Derek wasn't surprised. He found Ronon's cabin and tapped lightly on the door. "WAIT!" Derek heard Ronon call from inside. "I'm not indecent enough yet." Derek laughed, opening the door anyway. He smiled. Ronon was plenty indecent, stark fuckin' naked, hard cock, sprawled out seductively across the king-sized bed. Nonetheless, he'd seen Ronon naked before. Derek was as much stunned by the cabin...stateroom...almost what he'd call a suite...as by the beautiful, naked little boy toy on the bed. "Aren't you kind of rushing things, we haven't left port yet?" "Ain't this place fuckin' GRAND?" Ronon waved his arm broadly about, grinning from ear to ear. It was like he owned the boat himself. "The faucets in the bathroom are fuckin' solid GOLD!" "Probably just gold PLATED," Derek laughed as he allowed his eyes a quick tour of the place, then a quick tour of Ronon. He found it hard to decide which was the more beautiful. "Maybe even BRASS." "BRASS! Really?" Ronon's smile fell from his lips. He pretended to be crushed. Or maybe he wasn't pretending, Derek wasn't sure. "You looking forward to...tonight?" Derek asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, careful to stay at least an arm's reach from the naked young boy. He didn't trust either of them. "Yeah, I guess," Ronon shrugged nonchalantly. "This ain't nothing new, I've entertained strange men before...never in a place like THIS but...you know, when you flush the john it sucks air, 'bout pulled me right down the fuckin' drain!" "Well, don't flush the damn thing while you're SITTING on it forgodsakes," Derek laughed, "little fucker like you, liable to end up in the bilge tank." "What's a bilge tank?" "Where little shits go when they get too fuckin' COCKY," Derek warned. "Listen...you know how to say, NO, right? And MEAN it?" "Of course," Ronon grew serious. "Nothing up your ass...got that?" "Derek, I ain't no sweet and innocent kid fresh out of kindergarten," Ronon insisted, a coldness creeping into his voice that startled Derek a little. It was a side of Ronon he'd never seen before. Yet, it served to ease his mind a little. "You gonna be there?" Ronon asked softly. Derek took a deep breath. "I'd like to be but...I hope to be...who fuckin' knows...these guys seems pretty straight, but..." "STRAIGHT!?" Ronon cried. "Let's hope the fuck not!" Derek had to laugh. "I didn't mean it like that. Fair, honest, trustworthy...god, I'm flying by the seat of my pants here but...I don't know these guys...pure instinct...you've known Darin longer than I have, in fact." "I'm not afraid of'em," Ronon declared bravely, "what's the worst they can do, rape me and throw me overboard?" Derek raised his eyebrows. The kid had a dark sense of humor on top of his other sexy traits. "No, the worst would be they'd throw us BOTH overboard." Derek joked. "Well, what the hell, at least mom would get A BRAND NEW CAR!" Ronon grinned doing his best Pat Sajak imitation. Derek laughed, reaching over and ruffling the boys mop of silky, dirty-blond hair, "you watch too fuckin' much TV." They felt the boat start to move. Darin had the helm as Mike watched the radar. They glided smoothly from the Marina out into the harbor. "That kid has to be the sexiest little fucker I've seen since...since YOU first came aboard that night so many years ago." "The night we first made love..." Darin sighed softly. "Made LOVE? Shit, we fucked the HELL outta one another. I was soooo fuckin' horny..." Mike smiled, eyeing the man he loved. "Nassau?" "Yep, unless you got a better idea," Darin replied, swinging the bow around due east. "Zac in Nassau Town?" Mike asked, knowing Darin wouldn't be going there if he wasn't. "Possibly," Darin told him cryptically. "I envy you with the boy tonight," Mike told him honestly. "Jealous?" Darin watched his lover out of the corner of his eye. "MMMMmm...maybe, just a little," Mike sighed, picturing Darin and the boy naked in bed. "Well, don't be," Darin smiled, looking over at Mike. "He's yours." "Whadaya mean?" "Yours...tomorrow's your birthday, right?" "You mean..." Mike's eyes widened. "Watch the fuckin' radar..." Darin insisted. "A birthday gift?" Mike couldn't believe his ears. "Something like that," Darin's smile broadened as he watched Mike try to get a grip. "You fuckin' bought me a naked little eleven-year-old boy for my BIRTHDAY?" "Knowing how much you like naked little eleven-year-old boys..." Darin laughed, unable to hold it in any longer. "FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!" Mike exhaled in exhileration. "He's all yours...for tonight at least," Darin told him. "I'll keep Derek occupied." "Derek?" Mike said in dismay. "He's along as a kind of chaperone, didn't you pick up on that?" Darin questioned. "Just for the weekend...you got him for me just for the weekend, right?" Mike wasn't watching the radar very closely. Darin laughed out loud. "Not for a hundred grand and a Beemer I didn't. He's ours...yours for a whole year...if you want him." "WANT HIM?" Mike cried in delight. "Am I the sort to look a naked little gift boy in the mouth?" "Why don't you go down now, turn on the charm, see if you can manage to seduce the kid before we get to Nassau," Darin suggested, "you sure as shit ain't doin' me no good up here NOT watching the radar." "Aye, Aye, Skipper," Mike cried happily, doing his best Gilligan impersonation. "Tell Derek I need him on the bridge, maybe I can teach HIM to watch the scope," Darin ordered, "...and do your best to reassure him that you're not gonna get so horny you end up fuckin' the kid, okay?" "You got it, mate..." Mike took the steps down three at a time. It was two decks down but Mike's feet barely touched either one of them as he zipped down below, sky high with sexed up glee at the prospects of he night before him. At Ronon's door, he tapped lightly. "Come on in, it's your boat," Mike heard Derek tell him from within. "Hi," Mike greeted them, barely able to speak he was so excited. "Oh, it's you, I thought..." Derek observed as he sat on the bed, rubbing Ronon's thin, boyish shoulders like a coach, preparing his star athlete for his debut on the field. "Where's Darin?" "He sent me down, he wants you back up on the bridge; he needs a radar man, this area is full of other boats this time of night, late getting back to port." Mike told him. "But...but what about....about..." Derek wasn't liking being separated from Ronon, even for a minute. "I'll...I'll take care of our pretty little boy here, don't worry," Mike tried but didn't reassure Derek. "I was hoping..." Derek began. Mike drew him outside into the passageway, "it's okay, Darin told me the rules...he's given Ronon to me as a surprise birthday gift, can you believe that?" "Of course, I've known that all along," Derek stunned him, saying, "it's just that..." "I know, you're here to make sure the boy remains a virgin...well...you know what I mean...let me promise you, his cute little asshole is safe with me." "His cute little asshole?" Derek repeated Mike's exact words, "why doesn't that reassure me?" "What can I say, you want me to check my fuckin' cock at the door?" Mike sighed in dismay. "I'd feel better watching something other than radar?" Derek looked down at the floor in dispair. "Channel 18...bridge monitor...pervert..." Mike smiled. "You don't like what you see, takes about 21 seconds to get down here. I just did it in 18 but...you look like you're a little out of shape so..." "Channel 18?" Derek once more repeated Mike's words. "You promise...?" "I promise, cross my cock and hope to die impotent," Mike crossed his groin melodramatically. "Your boy's safe with me." Derek had to laugh. He'd never seen a man so happy in his life. "Okay...put on a good show for us...show the boy a good time...make him cum hard and often." "Oh yeah, I'll do that," Mike promised. "He likes lots of orgasms...lots and lots," Derek imparted, "and don't shoot all your cum in one load, save some for an encore." "Right," Mike smiled gleefully, "lots and lots, and save some for the round two...got it..." Reluctantly, Derek watched the cabin door close as Mike ducked back inside. He shook his head in dismay. Fortunately, he wasn't having to depend totally on Mike's presumed willpower. Ronon had a good deal of willpower too. The sight that confronted Mike when he came back into the stateroom made him laugh. Ronon stood naked before him, next to the bed, a big bow in his hair and another tied around hard, young, five-inch boycock. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Michael,let's cum till we're through." Ronon sang in perfect pitch, his high sweet voice, almost making Mike shoot a load just looking and hearing him. "Thank you. You know, if you ever get tired of fuckin' 22-year-old farts like me, you could have a career as a teen idol," Mike told him, stripping off his t-shirt, drinking in the boy's exqusite, sexual loveliness. "Never mind that, come over here and unwrap your birthday present, before I have an orgasm without you," Ronon beckoned, his smile broadening as he watched Mike ditch his shorts and flipflops, the man's seven-inch cock bounding up huge and hard from his shaven naked groin. "Looks to me like you're already pretty well 'unwrapped,'" Mike observed as he slowly made his way from the door to where Ronon stood, then took the boy's face in his hands and kissed his lips gently, savoring their delicate sweetness and his pepperminty breath. "You gotta untie the bows," Ronon insisted as Mike held him at arms length, unable to take his eyes off the boy's sexual beauty. He deftly removed the bow and the hairpin holding it in place, then reached down and delicately slid the second bow up over the boy's rock hard cockhead. "There, how's that?" Mike asked, kissing him again, holding the boy's slender little naked body tightly against his own, feeling their cocks pressed tightly between them, his own lodged against Ronon's navel; Ronon's between Mike's legs. For several seconds he held him there, slowly moving his pelvis as Ronon instinctively did the same, deeply arousing one another. "Here, take this," Ronon produced a pill encased in a blister pack, from the night stand, then handed him a glass of water. "Paranol," Ronon explained. "Hoooo, SHIT, where the fuck'd you get THAT?" His shakey fingers struggled to free the miraculous sex enhancer from it's confines. "It's included in the package deal," Ronon explained as he watched Mike down the pill with a single gulp. "We thought about a Duranol, but they're pretty potenet for someone not used to them so..." "Musta cost more than a hundred bucks..." Mike sighed as he turned up his sexual senses, waiting to feel the effect. "More like FIVE hundred. It's Paranol, it's not gonna make you FEEL any different," Ronon informed him, "it just helps you produce more cum." He laughed,"lots and lots more cum...some guys say UNLIMITED quantities. Some guys say it prolongs orgasms too but dad says that's probably more their imagination." "Your DAD gets'em for you?" Mike asked in surprise. "Yeah, he uses them all the time when we..." Ronon paused, unsure how much to reveal about his sexual experience. He didn't want to ruin the aura of virginity that he knew guys enjoyed so much. "Ohhhh, god, I feel more potent already, ohhh man, my cock, my fuckin' cock, kid, I...I know, no fucking but..." Mike smothered the boy with kisses between words. Ronon immediately sank to his knees before Mike's upthrust man-cock and sucked it in, devouring it in a single swoop, swallowing more than half of it, demonstrating his legendary sexual prowess and gag control. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuccccckkkk..." Mike exhaled as he held the little boy's head over his massive cock, guiding him, using him, masturbating with the boy's sucking throat, "ohhhhhhhhhhhh ffffuuucccccckk..ohhhh god, boy, ohhhhhh god, yes, yes, yes, ohhhh fuck, you're fuckin' incredible, ohhhh god, yoour fuckin' old man teach you to do that?" "Nope, my fuckin' boyfriend," Ronon abandoned Mike's cock long enough to say, then went back down on him with renewed vigor. "Ohhhhh, fuck, kid, you're gonna make me cum before I can even get you into bed," Mike gasped as he felt the swelling, naked sexual pleasure welling up deep within his aching groin, growing stronger with every cocksucking sweep of the boy's talented lips over his cockhead. His words of encouragement and sexual pleasure seemed to drive Ronon to newer and more wildly inventive moves. Mike could hardly believe what a jewel he had sucking his cock, the kid knew moves even HE'D never felt before. "Ohhhhhhhhh god, Ronon, Ronon, Ronon, ohhhh man, do it to me, Ronon, suck me, Ronon, suck my fuckin' cock, Ronon, ohhhhh god, the feeling, Ronon, the feeling you're givin' my cock, ohhhhhh god, yes, yes, suck it, suck it, suck it, boy, suck me off, suck me off, ohhhhh god, Ronon suck me fuckin' off, ohhh man, gettin' me close, boy, ohhhh fuck, feeling it...feeling it stronger and stronger, boy, ohhh yeah, that's it, that's it, keep suckin' it like that, ohhh fuccck, feels good, feels good, hoeohhgoeaoiehogh god, I can't hold it, I'm...I'm gonna fuckin' cum, boy, take it, take my cum, swallow my cum, ohhhhehehhgh god, Ronon, here...here it cums, boy...here it... CUMMMMMMMMSSSS....CUMMMMMMS...OHHEHAHAHEHGH GOD, CUMMIN', RONON, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', SHOOTIN' MY FUCKIN' CUMMMMM...OHHHH GOD, YES, YES, YES, RONON, TAKE MY CUM, OHHHH FUCK, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE EVERY DROP OF MY CUM, BOY, OHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, RONON, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUMMM...CUMMMM... OEOHGOIEHOAEHRIEOH SHIIITTTT...FEELS GOOD, FEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT...STILL CUMMIN' STILL SHOOTIN', OHHHHH FUCK, BLAST AFTER BLAST, SPURT AFTER SPURT...AHEHAHEHHIEIIAIEOGIHEOIIEE... iiieieghehahheh... goeihaieoiheohhehahieiighehhhghhhhhhhHHHHHhhhhhh...." Mike cried out in orgasmic exhileratation as his cock spurted again and again, watching as the boy gulped his cum like the pro he was. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuccccckkkk," he sighed as he let his cock slip from the boy's lips and drew him back up into his arms, kissing him ravenously, tasting his own cum lingering on those lips. They both tumbled over onto the bed.