Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 03:47:23 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 24

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 two or 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.


THE WORKING BOYS

CHAPTER 24

Derek cast a groggy glance at the bright red numbers of the alarm clock
next to the bed. It read 10:04 a.m. He contemplated in his sex sotted mind
what day of the week it might be. Saturday, he decided after lengthy
consideration. Beside him he felt the enticing warmth of naked flesh
against his own. He smiled. It was Ronon. He cuddled closer to the boy, his
cock getting harder by the second. A modest amount of morning light crept
into the room, casting a warm, romantic glow, perfectly attuned to that
Derek felt in his loins as he lusted after the sweet little boy in his
naked embrace. Of all the horny, naked men and boys plundering one
another's wanton sexual pleasure the night before, it had been he with whom
Ronon had chosen to spend the night. He loved this little boy more than he
could ever tell, probably more than was good for either one of them, but
that was a plight he and Ronon would have to face when they weren't nestled
alone, naked, hard, and horny, waiting only for mutual consciousness to
once more indulge their sexual needs together.

The house was silent. Derek found that odd. Had all the revelers packed up
and gone home before their weekend of juvenile sexual debauchery had hardly
begun? Perhaps, like himself, they had simply fucked themselves into a
mindless stupor now to endure a sort of sex-sated hangover likely to last
well into the afternoon.

"My cock's hard," Ronon murmurred, squirming his naked little boy-body
closer still to Derek's as he awoke.

"So's mine," Derek kissed his tiny, cute, little nose.

"You make me cum then I'll make you cum," Ronon suggested.

"You sure you're UP for it?" Derek questioned, slowly nudging the sheet
over Ronon's slender naked loins lower and lower, gradually exposing more
and more of the boy's seductive sexual beauty. "Okay, you're UP for it, no
doubt about that," Derek decided as, inch by inch, he exposed Ronon's
proudest possession. Five glorious, circumcised inches hovered seductively
over the boy's slender, hairless loins.

"Touch it," Ronon smiled over at him, knowing instinctively the man about
to pleasure him sexually could not resist his gentle invitation. "Make it
feel good.  Make it shoot you some cum for breakfast."

Derek touched him, then gently took the impressive genital organ between
his fingers and stroked it, not unlike one might a tiny kitten, marveling
at it's resiliance yet its delicate beauty. "I love your cock...it's
so...beautiful, so smooth and sleek, so firm and warm and..."

"You gonna quote poetry or you gonna fuckin' jack me off?" Ronon broke the
romantic spell in which Derek had enveloped them.

Derek smiled and kissed him briskly then gripped the boy's cock more
firmly, commencing the ageless ritual leading to a boy's moment of supreme,
sexual ecstasy.

"MMMMmmmmmmm..." Ronon cooed as he snuggled closer, submerging his naked
little boy-body in the growing sexual pleasure seeping in and inhabiting
the depths of his sensual being. "Your hand feels good on my cock."

"Your cock feels good in my hand," Derek whispered back, their lips just
inches apart, their eyes focused on the slender morsel of boy-flesh that
was the object of both their sexual affection. "I can't wait to see you
shoot some more cum."

"Devon says I taste like some kind of COW..." Ronon giggled,
"Cow-a-mary..."

"Whaaaaaat...?"

"Squid."

"Ohhhhhh, Calamari," Derek laughed softly as he jacked the boy's cock
firmly but gently. "Calamari?"

"I had shrimp last night before the orgy," Ronon explained.

"Maybe I should have taken you down and FED you before pumping out your cum
this morning," Derek joked as his hand began moving now more rapidly.
"Feeling good?"

"Yeah, do it to me, Derek, do it to me, make me cum, Derek, make me cum,
man, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum all over BOTH of us," Ronon
wiggled around next to him as Derek expertly jacked his cock.

"Hold fuckin' still, kid, you'll have cum flyin' everywhere," Derek
pleaded, "I don't feel like lickin' it up off the fuckin' sheets, ya know
what I mean?  Not THESE fuckin' sheets, not after all the action they saw
last night."

Justin giggled that sweet little-boy noise he made when he was happy,
especially when that happiness came from the feeling of aching sexual
pleasure he was feeling deep down at the base of his soaring, hard
boy-cock. "Ohhhhh, fuck, Derek, you're makin' it feel good, ohh yeah, yeah,
yeah, keep doin' that, keep doin' that to me like that, ohhhh god, yeah,
yeah, feels good man, feels really fuckin' gooood, ohhhhhhhh fuck, fuck,
fuck, I can feel it building up, feel my cum waiting to shoot out,
ohhahehhhaeh god, yes, yes, yes, Derek, jack me, man, jack me off, jack me
off, jack me off, jack me off, ohhh yeah, yeah, harder, faster, jack it,
man, jack my cock, jack my cock, man, jack my cock off, jack my cock off,
make me cum, make me cum, make me cummmmm..."

"Ohhhh yeah, yeah, little boy, feel it, boy, feel the pleasure, feel the
feeling, feel how good I'm makin' your cock feel, boy, ohhh yeah, I want
you to feel good all over, I want you to plunge head first into the most
powerful, glorious, most beautiful orgasm any sweet, lovely little boy ever
felt..."

"There you go again, spoutin' your fuckin' pretty words," Ronon giggled,
seemingly somewhat embarrassed by the way Derek carried on when he jacked
his cock. "I wanna cum, not swim through a wave of romantic words."

"You getting close?" Derek questioned as he sensed the boy was hovering
right on the edge.

"Ohhhhhh, god so close I can taste it," Ronon trembled in his arms.

"Calamari?" Derek grinned.

"Shut the fuck up," Ronon giggle, "I'm ready to cum." He was in no mood for
fish jokes.

"Well CUM then," Derek laughed as his stroking hand on the boy's cock
became a blur, "do it, kid, do it, do it, do it, shoot your cum, Ronon, I
wanna see you shoot your cum up close and personal. "Go ahead, do it, do
it, boy, shoot it, shoot it, shoot your cum, shoot your cum, shoot your
cum..."

"AAIIEIIGHEAHHEHHGHIIHHHH..." Ronon cried out.

"Shhhhhhh quietly, you wanna wake the whole fuckin' HOUSE?" Derek implored
as he nonetheless worked the boy's cock into a lather of spurting, then
oozing boy-juices. "Shoot your cum quietly."

"OOoooooOOooooOOoooooOOoooooOOOaaahhhAAAAHHHHahahahahhahhiiahhhahhah..."
Ronon moaned and groaned as softly as he could through the incredible
sexual ecstasy of his little-boy orgasm, 'look, look, see, I'm cumming, I'm
SHOOOTING...AHEHAHH...OHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, I'M SHOOTING MY CUM...LOOK,
LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM, MAN, JUST FUCKIN' LOOK at it."

Actually there wasn't all that much but to the proud little boy providing
it, the pale, oozing fluid looked like a gusher. "Nice one," Derek
complimented him, still stroking him but more slowly now, reading on the
boy's lovely face the almost painful intensity of the orgasm he was
enduring, "you gonna be okay?"

"I think so," Ronon gasped, his naked little boy-body still trembling and
quivering involuntarily as the receding spasms of pleasure continued to
wrack him, jolting him periodically as they eased. "Ohhhhhh...ahhhhhh..."
he jerked as the jolts continued to startle him with their intensity. "God,
you make that feel good."

"So I noticed," Derek smiled down at the little boy.

"Taste it now," Ronon insisted.

Derek was not a great fan of cum. He could tolerate it in small doses amid
the heaving, thrusting, sucking bliss of a good, hard, blowjob but but it
was not something he normally craved. However Ronon's offering was, indeed,
a small dose. Derek dipped his finger in a tiny puddle and brought it to
his tongue. Yep. Definitely....calamari.

"Okay now, my turn," Ronon enthusiastically grabbed Derek's male pleasure
probe.

Derek heard chimes. "What the fuck?"

"Sounds like the doorbell," Ronon told him.  Then they heard the sound of
loud knocking. "Someone late for the orgy?"

"I better go down and check, everyone else is probably zonked," Derek
roused himself reluctantly.  He reached for a nearby robe.  It was Ronon's.
It barely reached below his balls but otherwise fit reasonably well,
probably several sizes too big for the boy, Derek guessed.

Downstairs, the chimes and the knocking continued periodically. Derek heard
someone else stirring. It was Colton, clad in boxers. "Who the fuck comes
calling at...ten-thirty in the morning?" Colton complained, checking his
watch.

Derek followed him to the door, curious, if nothing else. Colton opened it.

"Are you Collton Cox?" Outside were five men. Two appeared to be state
troopers. Two others wore business suits but sported badges of some
kind. The fifth man Derek recognized; it was Mario, Devon's friend, and
Derek's former lover dressed in his slightly too tight duty uniform.

"Who wants to know," Colton demanded, a hint of defiance in his voice.

"Colton Cox, we have a warrant for your arrest," one of the troopers
informed him.

"What?" Derek gasped.

"Stay out of this, Derek," Mario warned.

"You've got to be kidding," Colton's mouth hung open. "Let me see it. What
charges?"

"We'll discuss that later, now if you'll just come with us, we can make
this nice and civilized or we can get as rough as you'd like," one of the
men in suits warned.

Derek peered at the man's badge. "Federal marshalls?"

"Federal charges," Mario told him almost confidentially.

"What charges, I haven't broken any laws," Colton nonetheless extended his
wrists as handcuffs were clamped on first one, then spinning him around the
second. "Wait, what about my clothes, can't I at least..."

"Where you're going you won't be needing any..." one of the troopers began.

"We'll take care of supplying you something to wear," the other one
informed Colton as they led him down the steps to the beach.

Mario lingered behind. "I have a search warrant, can we step inside?" He
produced a folded document.

"Mario, what the fuck's going on here?" Derek asked his old fuck-buddy as
he closed the door and followed the man into the living room.

"Hmmmm...looks pretty clean to me," Mario looked about the room. It looked
anything BUT clean but by coincidence there didn't happen to be any naked
men or boys sprawled about the room at the moment. Mario pocketed the
document.

"Mind telling me what this is all about?" Derek demanded.

"It would seem your rich friend is in some pretty deep shit," Mario
began. "And I wouldn't be surprised if there's plenty of it to go around.

"Whad'ya mean?" Derek asked warily.

"You flew in here yesterday afternoon, right?" Mario asked.

"Yes, why?"

"By jet, into Miami?

"Yeah, then by chopper up here," Derek offered.

"Notice anything peculiar about the plane?" Mario asked.

"It was BIG," Derek replied blandly. "Colton said he was bringing it over
to be refurbished."

"Well, I'm not privy to all the details but as near as I can gather it has
something to do with some...artwork...on the walls..."

"Art..." Derek's eyes grew wide, "...work...hooo my goddddddd..."

"It would seem you know more about this than I do," Mario smiled.

Derek breathed deeply.  Mario had been right. Colton was knee deep and
sinking fast. "It's an ancient 727, his father's. It would seem the old man
ran something of a flying bordello specializing in..." Derek looked about
wondering if anyone else in the house was up and stumbling around naked. "I
don't have to tell you what he specialized in," Derek went on, knowing
Mario so well they could communicate without words almost. "And the art
work...reflected his...specialized interest."

"What's all the fuckin' commotion about, can't a guy get any sleep around
here?" Zac staggered in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was stark
naked.

Mario did something of a double take, instantly recognizing the face and
body.

"Zac, this is an old friend of mine from high school days, Mario Stanza, a
member of Benton Beach's finest," Derek introduced them. "And I don't have
to tell you who THIS is," he nodded toward the naked actor.

"Sorry I'm not dressed appropriately," Zac joked as the two men shook hands
and Zac mentally undressed the officer." If I'd known you were coming I'd
have at least put on a condom."

"Zac, they just arrested Colton," Derek interrupted the flow of lustful
leers passing between the two men.

"My god, they RAIDED the place?!" Zac cried in horror.

"Not quite," Derek said nervously, "though I guess we're lucky some guy
didn't come running down the stairs chasing a naked young boy right into
their waiting arms."

"Yes, I might have had to...I don't want to think about it," Mario sighed,
rolling his eye in dismay. "Still, you guys are not out of the woods, so to
speak."

"Why's that?" Derek asked anxiously.

"Right now the feds are only interested in your illustrious friend, but
once this shit hits the street," Mario paused, wondering just how much he
should divulge. "Derek, your piece...your series in the Blade...it's rather
opague...tabuloid fodder...sorry, no offense...but..."

"Once word gets out the mighty Colton Cox was arrested in Benton Beach,"
Zac was well ahead of them both, "it's not going to take a genius to figure
out THIS is the place the illustrious Derek Chandler were writing about;
and when that happens..."

"All hell's gonna break loose in this town." Mario finished Zac's
thought. "The news media will pick this place apart... The uproar may even
put Colton Cox on page two."

"Hoooooo shiiiitttt..." Derek groaned, the full implications of the
evolving situation starting to sink in.

There were chimes, again.

"Hooooo shit, they're back," Zac scrambled to make himself scarce.

Derek steeled himself as he headed for the door. Slowly he opened it.

"IS RONON HERE?"

"HOOOO FUCK," Derek breathed in relief, then slumped in dispair. It was
Doreen Parker. The last thing in the world he needed at a time like this
was to joust with Doreen.

"Mario? What the hell're YOU doing here?" Doreen barged in, eyeing the
friendly, neighborhood officer of the law.

"Don't answer that, Mario," Derek quickly interjected. Doreen was going to
be a handful as it was. He didn't need the bitch in a panic over her son.

"Who was that half-naked guy I saw the cops hauling off back there?" Doreen
demanded loudly. "RONON, ARE YOU HERE?!" she peered about, calling up the
stairs. "What'd the cops do RAID this place?"

"You think we'd all be just standing around here with our thumbs up our ass
if they had?" Derek headed Doreen off before she could bolt up the stairs
in search of her son.

Derek heard his cell phone chirping. Frantically he searched among the
rubble for his shirt. "Hello?"

"Derek, can you talk?" It was Doug Dillon.

"Well, things are a bit turmoiled here at the moment, but I guess so,"
Derek told him, keeping one eye on Doreen while pacing nervously, hoping
the whole gaggle of naked men and boys wouldn't suddenly descend upon them
from above.

"That's a good word for it," Doug told him. "I just heard. They didn't
arrest you, did they? ...or Dustin? ...you guys alright?" the nervous
father asked breathlessly.

"For the moment," Derek reported, more worried about what the unpredictable
Ms. Parker might do next than anything else. "For the moment" meant that
for the moment, she seemed more interested in the handsome officer Stanza
than her long lost son.  "A couple U.S. Marshalls were here with a couple
staties and...and Mario, thank god..." Derek filled him in. "They carted
off Colton Cox in handcuffs. Mario's still here. Right now he's fending off
our friend Ms. Parker, who somehow heard her son might be in town and
appears set on paying him a motherly visit."

Doug laughed at Derek's description of his distressing circumstances. "So I
heard."

"The news travels fast," Derek marveled.

"This ain't good," Doug said bluntly.

"That's largely what we were deciding as well," Derek agreed.

"Is Dustin okay?"

"Sleepin' like a babe." Derek smiled, recalling their lovemaking from the
night before. "He put in a long night's work but...I wouldn't be surprised
if he gets off early,though, now that the shit's hitting the fan...or about
to."

"What's the deal with Cox?" Doug asked.

"I guess you'd say it has to do with his art collection," Derek spoke
circumspectly. "Listen, I think I should get back to the office, I'll bring
Dustin over on the way."

"NO!" Doug suddenly interjected.

"Huh?" Derek reacted dumbly.

"We're packing," Doug informed him.

"You're what?"

"Deserting a sinking ship," Doug told him. "Listen, Derek, I'm gonna ask
you a big favor...a HUGE favor..."

"What kind of favor?" Derek asked warily.

"A HUGE, HUGE favor," Doug repeated, "and I think I should warn you, it
could get you locked up for life if you screw it up."

"Locked up..." Derek replayed his key words.

"After what you've written..."

"I know, I know, this place will never be the same again...I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to monkey-wrench the whole town's economy," Derek and the
others had already been over that territory.

"Derek, I'm not the only one heading for the hills," Doug continued. "If
the other parents haven't taken flight already, they will, soon as they put
two and two together."

"I suppose..." Derek followed him up to a point.

"How many working boys you got there?" Doug asked anxiously.

"Uhhhh...six...no...eight I think...hell, I don't know, my mind's kind of
smashed after last night...the joint was like a kindergarten reunion; you
should see this place..." Derek looked about, now growing more
nervous. Doreen Parker was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Mario. That was
probably a good sign. He breathed easier.

"Derek, listen to me," Doug paused for effect. "I don't care how you do
it...I don't know how you CAN do it, but you gotta get those boys...every
last hard cock'n balls one of'em out of town."

"WHAT?!!" Derek reacted in disbelief. "How'my gonna...WHY?"

"Derek, you're a reporter, let me ask you," Doug continued. "You get the
news about Cox gettin' nabbed in Benton Beach. You suspect he's a dirty
old...okay, not so old...man playin' around with the little kiddies you
read about in the Gay Blade. The first thing you do is hightail it off to
Benton Beach to check it out. Who ya gonna talk to?"

Derek was silent as Doug's point settled into his still foggy brain. "Every
cute, young, pretty-boy I can lay my eyes on," he sighed in dismay.

"Bingo!" Doug tallied Derek's correct response.

"Okay, that's WHY, but...Doug how the fuck am I supposed to get eight or
ten horny young boys outta town without..."

"Derek, there's this loudmouthed bitch upstairs..." Zac came down the
stairs, interrupting him. This time he was fully dressed, looking every
inch the playboy mariner complete with jaunty white captain's cap. "She
claims she'd Ronon's mother and she's raisin' all kinds of hell up there.

Derek was nearly overwhelmed.  Why was everyone suddenly laying it all on
HIM?  What'd HE do to deserve all this?

"This fuckin' bitch claims we're holding her son hostage," Zac pitch rose
with his growing panic. "Darin and Mike will sue the SHIT outta me if I
lose the pretty little boy toy they let me borrow for the weekend."

"Doug...I..." Derek stammered, "Doug, I'm going to have to call you back,
something's come up here and...and...hmmmmmmm...you know what? Maybe...just
maybe...I may just be able to...listen, hang on to your phone, I'll have to
call you back."