Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 00:15:27 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 25

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 25

"Zac, let me ask you something," Derek interrupted Zac's frantic concerns
about Doreen Parker's frantic concerns about her son's whereabouts.

"What?" Zac stopped short.

"Where's your boat?" Derek asked abruptly.

"My boat?" Zac seemed momentarily startled.

"Where's your boat...the Zee Ray?" Derek repeated.

"Well...strange you should ask, actually, it's on the way up here from
Miami," Zac pulled his thoughts together. "Darin and Mike were hoping to
join us here sometime this afternoon for a little fun and games with the
boys this weekend."

"Next question, how many guys will the Zodiak hold?" Derek asked, his mind
racing.

"Hell, I don't know, four adults, I guess," Zac replied, "what's with all
the questions."

"What if some of those adults were boys, boys about Ronon's size?" Derek
pursued his line of thought.

"Shit, I don't know, six maybe if they didn't mind," Zac laughed, "cuddling
a little."

"Call Darin, tell him to get his ass up here on the double," Derek suddenly
ordered, "we're going into rescue mode."

"Rescue mode?" Zac gaped at him, "what the fuck you talkin' about?"

"Just call him," Derek implored. "Trust me, I'll explain later. First we
got a Doreen problem." He headed for the stairs.

Upstairs, Derek found Doreen crawling all over a half-naked Mario Stanza,
apparently having forgotten why she came calling for the moment. "Doreen
Parker, will you leave that poor man alone, we need to talk." Derek
confronted her as a look of relief spread over her sexual prey. He
struggled to get his shirt back on.

"Is it about Ronon?" Doreen's thoughts suddenly returned to her quest for
her son. "Where is he?"

"He's here," Derek told her, "in the other room, probably asleep...he had a
rough night last night."

"RONON! Ronon, baby, it's your mommy," Doreen headed for the massive double
doors leading to the bedroom she knew so well.

"Wait...wait, like I said, we need to talk," Derek physically blocked her
way.

"Why should I talk to YOU after...after the scam you ran on me?!" Doreen
loudly countered.

"Will you just sit down, quiet down, and calm down? This is fuckin'
serious," Derek gripped her by the shoulders and plopped her down in a
chair.

Doreen did all three, silenced and seemingly taken aback by Derek's
dominating manner.

"Thank you," Derek began, indeed, thankful Doreen was, for once,
silent. "That man you saw...the guy the cops had in cuffs....that was a
very important, very rich man named Colton Cox."

"I've heard of him," Doreen acknowledged.

"You have?" Derek reached in surprise, then continued. "Have you read my
articles in the Blade?"

"Of course," Doreen laughed, "the whole fuckin' town's read all about it.
Some people are scared shitless you're gonna upset their applecart, too."

"Yes, well, until now, I'd have laughed it off and..."

"That's what I told'em," Doreen laughed, "probably no one would believe a
word of it anyway."

"Humph..." Derek grunted in dismay, "yeah...I'd about decided the same
thing. However, that little episode you witnessed, Colton Cox's arrest,
that's gonna change everything."

"It is?" Doreen looked at him blankly.

"By tomorrow, maybe even before the day's over, reporters, TV, you name it,
are going to be descending on Benton Beach like flies on a fresh
cow-pattie," Derek continued to explain in words Doreen was likely to
understand.

"Whada'ya mean?" Doreen asked, reading the worry on Derek's face.

"I'm a reporter, Doreen, believe me, if there's one thing I know, it's how
people like me THINK," Derek continued. "Questions are going to be
asked. In fact, it's more than likely YOU will be asked a lot of questions
you'd prefer not answering, if you know what I mean."

"About the thing with Ronon?" A hint of understanding creeping into
Doreen's pea brain.

"Duhhhh..." Derek acknowledged sarcastically.

"I can lie with the best of'em," Doreen told him confidently.

"Ohhhh, I don't doubt that for a second," Derek almost laughed. "However,
it's not YOU I'm fuckin' worried about."

"Ronon?" Doreen's voice changed, becoming suddenly that of a mother. She
smiled confidently, "Well, he's a pretty good liar too, takes after his
momma."

"Doreen, he's an eleven-year-old boy," Derek snapped, "just a kid, no match
for the news vultures circling overhead, maybe even as we speak."

"He's smarter than he looks, he'll..." Doreen argued.

"Oh, I agree, the kid's sharp but...look this is all a moot point anyway,"
Derek stood, doing a little circling overhead himself, "Ronon is going back
to with...back where he came from, this afternoon, tonight at the latest."

"Not if I have anything..." Doreen began.

"Look, you can see him, hug him, kiss him, say hello, I love you, and
goodbye," Derek promised. "Then if you've got half a brain you'll put as
much mileage between you and Benton Beach as fast as your hot new BMW can
carry you."

Doreen seemed as stunned by Derek's sharp, serious tone as by his words as
they slowly began to sink in. "That bad?"

"Catastrophic," Derek confirmed. "Doreen, people in this town are about to
be...SHREDDED...quite a few likely to eventually end up in prison for
rather extended periods of time. You wanna join'em?"

"Prison?" Doreen contemplated the word.

"Jadyn and Doug Dillon are packing up right now," Derek reported. "I
imagine quite a few others are too...the smart ones anyway...the ones most
vulnerable."

"But...but...where...where would I go," Doreen stammered.

"I don't know...hell, I don't fuckin' CARE," Derek sighed in
disdain. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

"You do a terrible Rhet Butler," Doreen critiqued.

"I'm much better at Scarlett," Derek told her humorlessly. "Okay...go, go
in and wake him up, you got fifteen minutes, then scat.  Keep in touch so
I'll know where to send the next check, but for now, just...SCAT."

"Derek, I got hold of Darin, they're about a hundred miles down the coast,
should be here by three," Zac said as he came up the steps and Doreen
headed in to wake her son. "Mind telling me what you're up to?"

"You know a Doug Dillon?" Derek asked abruptly.

"Vaguely," Zac reported. "Dustin's dad, right?"

"I just talked to him on the phone a few minutes ago," Derek
related. "Between the two of us we think all hell's gonna break loose here
in Benton Beach during the next 24 hours once the press and TV hears about
Cox and starts comparing notes."

"I can understand that, especially after your stuff in the Blade," Zac
ageed.

"Doug thinks it'd be best if we got the boys out of town before the shit
hits the fan," Derek told him calmly.

"And you wanna haul'em all out to the Zee Ray in the Zodiac?" Zac reacted
in disbelief.

"You, me, and about...I haven't counted...about ten boys, counting Ronon,"
Derek related.

"WOW!" Zac blinked. "Three trips...at least...three or four miles
out...open sea, middle of the night..."

"Middle of the night?" Derek blinked in disbelief.

"It had damn well BETTER be the middle of the night if we're gonna take'em
to MY boat." Zac demanded. "Derek, you know how risky a stunt like that
could...WILL...be?"

"Well, we can't just pull up to the dock and parade a dozen cute young boys
up the gangplank like a trip to Gilligan's Island," Derek reasoned
"...especially after what's happened...and, and in view of what's GONNA
happen."

"You don't want the media talking to'em, right?" Zac backtracked.

"How'd you like even ONE of'em talkin' about what happened here last
night?" Derek suggested. "You know how boys are, even...even pros like
Dustin...you wanna put Ronon through something like that?"

"Hope the water's calm," Zac shook his head, worrying. "...and the Coast
Guard is asleep at the wheel."

"The Zodiaks show up on radar?" Derek worried for the first time. He'd not
considered that.

"Hell, I don't know, they're small, close to the water, inflatable...mostly
non-metalic...probably not," Zac decided. "Let's HOPE not, anyway."

"Yeah, let's hope not, otherwise, we're gonna look for all the world like
drug runners," Derek sighed.

"By the way, what happened to our loud-mouthed hot momma?" Zac looked
around, missing her for the first time.

"She's in there mothering poor Ronon," Derek sighed.

"She gonna be trouble," Zac asked.

"Only if she wants to hitch a ride out to the boat too," Derek smiled as a
look of horror crossed Zac's face. "Don't worry, she loves that new Beamer
Darin gave her more than she does Ronon."

"You're cruel," Zac grinned, contemplating the mighty doors to the palatial
bedroom.

"Besides, I think I put the fear of God into her," Derek tried to reassure
him, "I mentioned prison and you should have seen the look on her face. I
don't think she'll be giving us any trouble."

"Unless she buys a one-way ticket to Nassau," Zac worried.

"Only if she could take the Beamer; and on a budget of a thousand a
month..." Derek sighed as the bedroom doors opened. Doreen Parker came out,
sobbing like she was leaving her son's funeral.

"I'll take care of her," Mario volunteered, "...get her home, help her
pack... On second thought, maybe I'll just see to it she gets back to her
car."

"Good idea," Derek smiled. "You'll give us a 'heads up' if the feds begin
asking questions about...this place...about last night..."

"If someone calls, then hangs up, start swimming for Nassau," Mario smiled
wryly as he hurried off. "Doreen...Doreen, wait..."

"Okay..." Derek told Zac, taking a deep breath. "Wake up the jail bait, get
all the boys down to the living room. Tell any lingering child molesters to
get the hell outta town or start raising bail money," Derek began
implementing his plan.

"We've got a lot of explaining to do," Zac eyed his watch, contemplating
how long before nightfall and their little boy-smuggling caper could
begin. "My god, ten hot, young working boys crawling all over the boat, all
hard and naked at the same time..."

"Don't count your chickens..." Derek eyed the man anxiously. "In the
meantime, I have to call Dustin's dad back and tell him his son's about to
become contraband heading for a prolonged visit to the Bahamas," Derek
sighed. "I hope he appreciates the risks we're taking."

Derek called Doug Dillon. "All packed yet?" he asked as Doug answered.

"On our way outta town," Doug told him. "What's happening on your end?"

"Let's just say we have a plan," Derek divulged. "You don't wanna know what
it is."

"What about Dustin?"

"Don't loose your cell, we'll be in touch," Derek promised, "...two or
three days likely."

"And the others?" Doug inquired.

"Just the ones here last night...the ones STILL here, that is," Derek
added, "I'm about to count heads."

"Interesting choice of terms," Doug almost laughed. "I talked to the
parents...I hope you know you got the whole town's economy riding on this."

"I hope YOU know how big a fuckin' RISK we're takin' on this," Derek shot
back. What he DIDN'T need at the moment was a load of stress from Doug
Dillon and the local "Working Boys' Parents Association," or whatever they
called themselves.

"Right...sorry," Doug replied, chastened. "Thanks..." he added somewhat
guiltily."

"Right..." Derek pressed the "off" button.

Downstairs, Derek faced quite a sight for sore eyes. "Ronon, Devon, Sean,
Dustin, Kevin, and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, EIGHT! more he
counted. My god, THIRTEEN boys, eight of whom he didn't even know their
names. All but two were buck naked. "My god, don't you fucker's EVER wear
clothes?" He greeted the barely half-awake crew. "Barely" was the right
word for most of them, too.

"What the fuck's goin' on?" Dustin rubbed his eyes sleepily, "You guys woke
us up and it's not even NOON yet?"

"Actually, Dustin, it IS noon...twelve-thirty, in fact..." Derek
began. "You guys are probably wondering why I've called you all to this..."
he stopped, realizing he was sounding like something out of an Agatha
Christie mysetery novel.

"Guys...quiet down, willya? Listen, we got a serious situation here and..."
Zac tried to come to Derek's oratorical rescue.

"Boys, a couple hours ago...you all know Kevin here, right?" Derek changed
thoughts in the middle of of his speech.

The boys all nodded, murmurring among themselves, a couple patting the
little blond-headed boy on his little blond head. Quite a number of the
boys probably knew Kevin quite intimately, Derek guessed.  In any case,
they all seemed to like him.

"Boys, a couple hours ago, some men came and..." there was no easy way to
say this, to tell a beautiful little nine-year-old boy his father had been
arrested and hauled off to a jail where he could very well spend the rest
of his life. "Some men came and...arrested Kevin's dad."

For an instant or two, there was dead silence, then, like a gathering
storm, the din of young male voices grew. Derek didn't try to
compete. Kevin's face grew pale, his eyes watering, trying not to
cry. Derek let the cacophony rise and peak. "Kevin..I'm sorry...sorry you
had to hear it this way. I'll try to explain to you later in more detail,
but for now all you boys need to know is that Benton Beach is never gonna
be the same again."

"Listen, guys, Derek is going to try to explain if you....IF YOU'LL
JUST...S H U T T H E F U C K U P!!" Zac had a way with words, his skills as
an actor rising to the occassion.

You could have heard a crowbar drop. Derek continued in any case, "Most of
us...including your parents, feel certain that this town is in for a media
firestorm starting maybe as soon as this afternoon...tomorrow at the
latest. Kevin's dad is a very...well-known man, and I'm sure you're aware,
since he paid in advance for you horny little harlots to be here, he's a
very wealthy man. His arrest here in Benton Beach is going to be a huge
news story. We anticipate one hell of a scandal. It's hard to say just how
BIG it's gonna be but...in order to keep things from being far worse, we've
decided it would be best to get you guys out of town as fast as we
can. Questions are going to be asked and...quite frankly, we don't want YOU
guys answering them. We don't want to put you boys through the...you guys
know what 'trauma' means?"

"What kind of questions?" Sean demanded.

"Where were you last night?" Derek gave him a sample.

"I was HERE, you know that," Sean laughed.

"WRONG ANSWER!" Derek snapped fiercely. "You were no where near here! You
don't know any of us! you were home with your mommy and daddy doing your
homework and watching 'Little House on the Prairie'."

Some of the boys laughed nervously, perhaps at Sean's discomfort.  Most
didn't. Most were sharp enough to see Derek's point.

"Look, boys...I didn't mean to snap at you, Sean, I'm sorry, but...I'm a
reporter. I ask questions like that for a living. And I'm damned good at
getting answers," Derek continued earnestly, no longer having to compete
for the boys' attention. "By tomorrow morning, there could be HUNDREDS of
people like me, TV cameras, satellite vans, dozens of reporters shoving
microphones in people's faces asking questions people 'round here don't
want to answer. Headlines will read something like...'Benton Beach Boys
F**k for Bucks', film at eleven."

"Film at eleven?" Devon screwed up his pretty face in naive ignorance. He'd
apparently never heard the old TV news anchorman's phrase before.

"Humor me, willya?" Derek smiled down an the kid. "So, unless you guys
would like to stand in front of the fan as the excrement makes contact,
you'll all be making an adventurous little sea voyage tonight, soon as it
gets dark."

"What's excrement?" Kevin asked.

"You're too young to know 'bout things like that," Derek teased. "I'll
explain when you get older."

"You're gonna haul us all out to Zac's boat?" Ronon guessed. "In that
inflatable thingie...the Kodiak?"

"Zodiak," Zac corrected, "but yes, Ronon, that's the plan. Hope none of you
gets seasick."

"Whoa...I think I'd rather put my 'floaties' on and SWIM!" Ronon joked.

"How about we tie a rope to your dick and tow you along behind?" Derek's
dark sense of humor topping Ronon's.

"How big is this...Zodiak?" One of the boys Derek didn't know asked.

"Unfortunately, not very big." Zac answered for Derek. "The one we've got
is about 16-foot...designed for four men."

"But some of you guys are kinda small..." Derek added, "we're hoping you
won't mind getting...'cozy' with each other so we can haul two adults and
about four of you guys at a time."

"Still, it's gonna take three trips," Zac explained, "...and if the sea's
even a little rough...well...I wouldn't advise you to eat much for dinner
tonight...or wear anything you'd mind getting wet...or maybe anything at
ALL," he grinned leacherously.

"How big's this fuckin' BOAT we're going to?" another boy asked.

Derek decided he was going to have to learn all their names. "BIG"

"Can we fuck each other on the way?" One of the younger ones joked.

"Not unless you fall overboard, then you'll be 'fucked'." Zac joked.

"When can we come back...see our parents again and stuff?" Dustin
questioned.

"I'd say that depends on your parents," Derek guessed. "As for coming back
HERE, maybe NEVER would be too soon?"

"But...I got homework due Monday," one of the other "unknown" boys asked.

"What's your name, kid?" Derek questioned.

"Andy..."

"Well, Andy..." Derek paused. Andy was small and devastatingly cute,
seemingly cut from the same cloth as Ronon, though perhaps a year or so
older. "Maybe you could e-mail your teacher, explain to her..."

"Him..." Andy corrected.

"Him...how you've had to move your business to a more conducive economic
climate," Derek told the boy dryly.

"But...but, he's one of my best customers," Andy wailed in a high-pitched,
pre-pube cry of dispair.

"Zac, maybe you better get that man's number; hire him as a tutor for your
new harem here," Derek suggested, his sense of humor becoming dryer and
darker by the moment. "I don't think he's likely to be hanging around
Benton Beach much longer."

"So, what do we do between now and when it gets dark?" Dustin questioned,
looking around at the others.

"First, you put some fucking CLOTHES on," Derek suggested, eyeing the
beautiful naked boy, worrying about the scene if the cops came back. "Then
make out your last wills and testaments, then..."

"Then we'll all watch 'Little House on the fuckin' Prairie?" One of the
boys quipped.