Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 00:16:46 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 26

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 26

Darin Romeo didn't much like the Zodiak. It was a royal pain in the ass to
get inflated and make seaworthy. Moreover, even with just three to four
foot waves, bouncing across the water at five to ten knots was an adventure
which he classed at "no fun at all." Doing so after sunset as the sky
darkened and the moonlight glistened off the whitecaps was something of a
delve into the realm of a seafaring horror story. Thank god for
GPS. Navigating by the stars or a simple map and compass was the stuff for
ancient mariners. He was definitely not cut from their cloth. Though the
Zee Ray was cruising some four miles out, the trip, which should have taken
no more than a half-hour, at night, promised to take twice that. This time,
there would be no safe harbor, no docking at the marina. He was supposed to
skirt an island then drive the Zodiac practically right up onto the
beach. The whole thing reminded him quite uncomfortably of the night Mike's
dad had rescued him as a frightened, naked, twelve-year-old from Ecstasy
Isle more than ten years ago. This trip, this whole dangerous effort, was
like his having to repay that debt some ten times over in "rescuing" these
young boys just as he'd been plucked from sexual slavery himself.

The lingering twilight was dim but a couple hundred yards ahead, Darin
could just barely make out the elongated pile of rocks he recalled from
when he and Zac had brought the Zee Ray to Benton Beach a couple weeks
earlier when they'd picked up Ronon. He aimed the boat to pass north of the
rock, always conscious that all it would take was one jagged piece of coral
to rip open the vulnerable inflated cells and the craft could go down in a
matter of seconds. He tugged his lifejacket tighter around his slender,
Speedo clad body, eyeing the half-dozen similar orange devices secured to
the bottom of the boat, wondering how the Zodiac would behave overloaded
with half-naked boyflesh. Fully laden, it shouldn't bounce around quite so
bad but the freeboard clearence would be less than two feet. The boat had
it's own bilge pump but it would be no match for a freak, swamping wave.
This could be a pretty wet trip. The temperature was in the low 80s. The
water some ten degrees cooler.  It could be a chilly trip too.

On the back side of the rocky barrier now, Darin could see the lights along
the shore. The beach house, they told him was isolated by massive boulders
in a sort of cove. There was suppose to be a blue light on the deck
surrounding the place, which Zac told him was practically jutting out into
the water. Darin could see no blue light. He could make out the beach and
he was getting perilously close to it.  He had no desire to beach the
Zodiac on some sandbar, or worse encounter any of the smaller boulders from
which this particular stretch drew its name, "Boulder Cove."

He slowly cruised south, paralell to the shoreline, some fifty yards out;
where the hell was the blue light? There was a three-quarter moon and the
sky was mostly clear but the predominant feeling and environment was one of
darkness. Darin wondered if they were peering out into the surf, trying to
spot his approach or hear the Zodiac's motor.  He cut it back, doing his
best to stand up while grasping the helm and straining his eyes to make out
features on shore. Most of the lights were well up from the rocky
shore. Where the fuck was the LIGHT?

The thought that he'd have to do this THREE TIMES that night scared the
hell out of Darin. Piloting a 150-foot yacht with all the best bells and
whistles all over the Caribbean was one thing, guiding a cantankerous,
somewhat unpredictable, glorified life raft in dark, unknown waters, even
in half-decent weather was more than he'd bargained for. Only the fact that
Colton Cox was now cooling his hyperactive dick in jail gave him any sense
of satisfaction in what lay before him.

WHOA...THERE IT WAS, THE K-MART, BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL! Someone had only now
turned it on.  Thanks a lot, guys, Darin said to himself outloud, better
late than never.  Several other lights in the house came to life.  What?
Were they afraid of a fuckin' invasion, or maybe an air raid?" He took aim
for the beach he could now make out just to the left of the house. He could
see a half-dozen dark, scantily clad figures wading out into the water to
meet him. He cut the motor, drifting toward shore.

"Welcome to Benton Beach, home of the hottest young boys to be had
anywhere," Darin recognized Zac's voice.

"Next time leave the fuckin' LIGHT on!" Darin groused as he felt the boat
touch bottom.

"We were worried about uninvited guests," Zac told him, "how's the wave
action out there?"

"Not bad, three or four feet," Darin reported, "kind of bouncy empty like
this but...my god, how many you plannin' on haulin' outta here?"

"The first load, Ronon, Dustin, Kevin, Devon, and myself," Zac told him.
Derek's gonna stay back and ride herd on the others then close the place up
after the last trip."

"Derek's stayin' behind?" Darin asked in surprise. "Chicken-shit, scared of
a few six-foot waves?"

"Six FOOT?" Zac reacted.  He was scared of a few six-foot waves himself.

"Give or take a foot or two," Darin joked to hide his own trepidation.

"Derek needs to be here tomorrow to keep a finger on the pulse of this
town, let us know what's happening," Zac reasoned.  "We're gonna be saddled
with a dozen very hot, very naked, very horny young boys and quite frankly,
I don't know what the fuck to do with'em."

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Darin grunted a half-hearted laugh as
he watched the boys climb into the boat and don their lifejackets. Ronon
and the youngest of the boys, a blond kid he didn't know, had fashioned
black garbage bags into sort of ponchos to ward off the cold sea
mist. Being the lightest, Darin had motioned them to the bow, scrunching
them down to make room for the two older boys, Zac, and himself.

"Here's some food and water in case you get lost going back," Zac
provisioned the overloaded craft.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Darin complained, not at all
enthusiastic about his role as "savior" of the huddled masses.

"You think you can hit a moving target in going back?" Zac worried as he
and a couple boys pushed the Zodiac free into the surf, then he climbed in
over the side.

"Moving target?" Dustin questioned.

"The boat is out to far to anchor, and you can't just 'park' the thing out
there.  The gulf stream would carry a drifting craft five miles up the
coast so the boat has to keep moving to stay in the same place, so to
speak." Zac explained patiently as Darin headed them back out into the
surf, then turned north to skirt the barrier island.

On the back side of the island, the water was relatively calm, but as they
rounded its north end, Darin was dismayed to find that his three to four
foot waves were not more on the order of four to FIVE foot waves. And even
though the Zodiac was now much more stable in the water, the spray from
crashing through those waves had them all soaked to the skin within
minutes.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE...!!" Devon cried as he gripped the hand-hold and braved the
spray.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU WANT PEOPLE TO THINK WE'RE ENJOYING THIS?" Zac joked
as they "rode the waves," sometimes popping over them, sometimes plowing
THROUGH them.

Darin was torn between slowing down to better ride over the water and going
faster to dominate the waves as they pummeled the craft. "Here, you
navigate," Darin turned over the GPS receiver and compass to Zac. "It's all
I can do to hang on, steer, and control my bowels at the same time."

"Right...by the way, where's the head, I might have the same problem," Zac
joked.

"Just let it all hang out over the side," Darin directed.

For their part, except for Devon, who seemed to be enjoying the hell outta
the ride, all the other boys were surprisingly quite, probably scared
shitless. Darin just hoped they all didn't start heaving their guts out.
He checked his watch.  It was just after ten. Ohhhh, god, he thought,
another HOUR of this, and then two MORE trips. "You know, you don't pay me
another for this shit!" He shouted over the din to Zac.

"Fine, I'll increase you boy ration when we get back," Zac joked, "two at
the same time.  Looks like we should have no shortage on that front."

After a few more minutes, Devon's "joy ride" enthusiasm for the seafaring
roller-coaster had "dampened" somewhat. He was seeking shelter with Ronon
and Kevin in the bow, shivering and wishing he'd made his own garbage bag
poncho.

"Are we having fun yet?" Dustin questioned wetly, the only one of the boys
not cowering before the waves and the cold.

"Shouldn't be too much longer, another mile or so," Zac promised, eyeing
his hand-held instruments. "Mike putting out a blue light too?" he asked
Darin.

"A RED light might be more appropriate, given our...cargo," Darin
suggested. "I think the boys up there had the right idea, I wonder if we've
got any rain gear...or garbage bags on board."

"Derek's idea...we only had two," Zac told him. "I figured with the little
guys up front, they'd need them more than anyone else."

"I'm freezin' my fuckin' ASS off," Darin complained. "Ohhhhhh,
yeahhhhh...thank god, right on schedule...LIGHTS!" Darin pointed to the
welcome sight some 500 yards ahead, "Mike's kept her right on station."

"Are we there yet?" Devon asked, popping his head up for a quick look.

"Almost," Zac promised, "Unless that's the Queen Mary," he joked.

"You wish!" Darin laughed as he slowed down for his approach to the stearn
of the huge yacht.

"Yes, I suppose I do," Zac admitted, "We could use a few more state rooms
tonight."

"Looks like some of us are going to have to double up," Darin suggested,
smiling for the first time that night. "You can put Ronon and the cute
little towhead in my cabin."

"Ronon and Kevin...together...in the same bed? My god, man, you wanna DIE?"
Zac laughed.

"Kevin? That's his name?" Darin asked.

"Cox's kid," Zac confirmed as they drew along side the Zee Ray and Mike
tossed them a line.

"You boys be careful getting outta the boat," Darin told his damp young
charges, this could be tricky."

"You gonna come aboard and get dried off?" Zac asked Darin once he and the
others were safely on deck.

"No, but hand me the fuel line so I can gas up again and see if you can
find me some rain gear." Darin requested, then quenched his thirst from the
water Zac had loaded on board back at the beach.

"I'd go back with you but...I may be needed...here," Zac eyed the nearly
naked boys huddling on deck, drying themselves with towels supplied by
Mike, who was thoroughly enjoying the eyeful of boy candy they'd
acquired. "Anyway, you can haul more without me on board too."

"Yeah, right, I appreciate your selfless sacrifice," Darin replied, his
voice heavy with sarcasm. Then he cast off for a second time that night to
return to Benton Beach.

"Okay, guys," Zac turned, surveying the shivering speedo-clad boys. The
garbage bag pancho's had gone back with Darin for other boys to use during
the next trip. "Once all the others get out here...this is a big boat
but...once the others come we're gonna be a bit on the...cramped side."

"That's okay, we'll double up, we don't mind," Devon chirped happily.

"Good idea, why didn't I think of that?" Zac smiled. "Ronon, Darin has
requested...suggested...you and Kevin might wish to bunk with him tonight."

"This way," Ronon sighed, taking charge, guiding Kevin toward Darin's
stateroom suite.

"You two get some sleep, it may be your last chance for a few days," Zac
winked at Ronon knowingly. "Devon, you and Dustin can bunk in with me."

"WOW, this is almost as nice as DAD's boat," Kevin chirped as he looked
around on their way toward Darin's cabin.

"Glad you like it," Ronon told Kevin dryly. Ronon was beginning to feel
like a nanny. The truth was, he'd just as leave have gone back to his own
cabin to spend the night...ALONE.

"We...gonna...you know, fuck him and stuff when he gets back," Kevin asked,
a hint of performance anxiety in his tone.

"IF he gets back," Ronon joked darkly as he opened the door to Darin's
cabin. It was about as spacious as Zac's but not as luxuriously
appointed. There were no mirrors on the walls or ceiling.

"Cool," Kevin delivered his first impression assessment. He flopped over
backwards onto the bed. "I'm getting hard, get me naked."

"Fuck you, I ain't your babysitter," Ronon quickly let the boy know his
pre-adolescent sexual beauty meant little to him, even as he got naked
himself, his own cock every bit as hard as Kevin's.

Kevin skinned out of his Speedos where he was lying. His cock was, indeed
hard and throbbing, sprouting up proudly from his thin, hairless groin. "Ya
wanna...do something?"

"Like sleep?" Ronon asked, heading for Darin's shower, hoping to lighten
his load of sea salt.

"Mind if I join you?" Kevin quickly hopped to his feet.

"Yes," Ronon told him.

Kevin took that as a "yes" even though he sensed Ronon was less than
enthusiastic about being "joined."

Ronon minded being joined, but decided Kevin probably wouldn't take "no"
for an answer, and in any case, he was too tired to argue with the kid over
such a triviality.

"You got a really hot naked body," Kevin sought to ingratiate himself as
the two boys soaped up, Kevin making a point of washing Ronon's naked body
more than his own. "Your cock's really BIG."

"Cut the bullshit and just jack me off," Ronon sighed, in no mood to play
erotic mind games with the horny little fucker.

"You jack me off too," Kevin insisted, dragging Ronon's hand to his soapy
cock.

"You old enough to shoot?" Ronon asked as the two boys found their stroking
rythmn.

"Fuck no, hell, I'm ONLY nine," Kevin responded, his tiny fist nearly a
blur on ronon's slippery boy-cock.

"I can." Ronon told him as nonchalantly as possible. "I can cum...shoot my
cum..." he made sure the boy understood.

"Hooray for you," Kevin came back somewhat sarcastically. "Many happy
orgasm..."

"How long you been into jackin'?" Ronon asked, mostly making polite
conversation rather than really caring all that much.

"Three or four years," Kevin told him, exaggerating by a few months.

Ronon stopped. "Since you were SIX?"

"Or five," Kevin suggested, lying through his pretty teeth. "Dad showed me
how."

"You sex it up with your dad?" Ronon asked, not at all surprised.

"He says I'm more fun in bed than MOM," Kevin started stroking Ronon's
hard, young boy-cock more firmly an more rapily.

"Most boys are. That's why lots of guys prefer boys to women," Ronon told
him knowledgeably. "Your dad seems to really like boys a
LOT. I'm...sorry...'bout what happened to your dad."

"Grandpa had a whole STABLE of naked boy-studs," Kevin told Ronon ignoring
the reference to his fathers as they jacked each other's cocks in the
shower. "Dad used dddddddddddddddddddddto have his pick. They fucked a LOT
growin' up!"

"Feelin' good," Ronon told the beautiful, naked little boy jerking his
soaring, upthrust cock.

"Feellin' good to ME, too," Kevin replied, enjoying the closeness of
another naked boy almost his own age as the sexual pleasure that boy was
giving him.

"Stand back when I start cummin', I really shoot a LOT!" Ronon warned as he
felt the first pulses of sexual pleasure tickling him inside.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be careful," Kevin smiled up at Ronon.  Even at nine, and
half-a-head shorter than the older boy, he knew bullshit when he heard it.

"You're cute," Ronon allowed as the early spasms of sexual pleasure began
to overtake him.

"I know," Kevin admitted, "It's fun being cute, ain't it?""

"I guess," Ronon reply, both their stroking fists now churning up one
anothers sexual pleasure intensely. "Ohhhhfuck, that feels good, feels
good, feels goooooooood."

"Feelin' it?" Kevin asked needlessly.

"Yeah, you?" Ronon responded breathlessly.

"Yeah," Kevin gasped as his sexual pleasure began to overtake his
brain. "Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it to me, man, do it to me, do it
to me, do it to me, keep doin' it to me, keep doin' it to me like that,
jackin' me, jackin' my cock, jackin' my cock and makin' it feel
gooood;..gheaoerhehahehrhhhgh fuck, Ronon, jack me, jack me, jack
mejackmejackmejackmejackme aoghehahehrhyeah, feelin' better and better and
better and better."

"Gonna cum? Ronon panted breathlessly,
"Oooaooeooaoeoaoeoooeoeoaoeoooghehhaooaooaooooo..."

"Yeah, cum with me," Kevin pleaded. "Let's do it, let's do it, let's
fuckin' DOOOO it, man, let's...let's CUMMMMMMMMM...
CUMMMMMMMMMM....CUMMMMMMMM...EOHGOEAHOEIRHOAEI GOD, CUMMMIN', CUMMIN',
CUMMIN', AHGEOAIEORIEHOIH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK, AHGHEOAIEHROIEHOG GOD, FEELS
GOOD, FEELS LIKE...LIKE I'M BEIN' TURNED INSIDE OUT, FEELS GOOD, FEELS
GOOOD GOODK OGHEOIAHEORIHOEIH GOD, YEAH, DO IT, DO IT, RONON, CUM, CUM, CUM
WITH ME, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YHOUR CUM, GHHEHEHRHIEIGHEHHAER GYEAHL,
YEAH, YEAH, SHOOTIN'AHHGOEIAHOEIRHOIHYEAHHHH.

"YOU AIN' SHOOTIN', BUT I AMMMMM...AOOEOIAEHRHHEHGYEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I AM,
OAOIEHOAIEH YEAH, LOOOK AT THAT CUM POPPIN' OUTTA MY COCK, MAN, JUST...JUST
LOOK AT IT, OAGHEAHEORIHO FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM,
MAN, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, AOEIHOGIHEO FUCK YEAH, YEAH, MORE AND MORE AND MORE
AND MORE...GHOEIAOEIRHLSTILL SPURTIN', STILL OOZIN' OUT, OOOAEIHROEIH GOD,
YESSSS, YESSSSSS YESssssssssss..."

"You two horny little urchins wanna lay off the water," Zac suddenly
interrupted their little jackin' off fest, "I told you to hit the sack, not
go orgasming all night long. Darin's gonna want to play when he gets back
and..."\

"Darin's gonna be fuckin' DEAD when he gets back, too pooped to pop." Ronon
insisted.

"We were just jackin' off," Kevin gazed up at the Speedo clad move idol
plaintively.

"Yeah, and usin' up a TON of water in the process," Zac told them.  "Can't
you boys just go to bed and jack each other off in a nice, civilized manner
like other horny, young twelve-year-olds?"

"Yes, sir," Ronon submitted passively, rinsing the last remaining suds from
his seductive, little, naked boy-body, then turning off the water.

"Heyyyyy, I wasn't DONE yet," Kevin complained.

"You're DONE," Zac declared, shusting them both out of the shower. "Now get
dried off and get in bed and see if you can keep your hands off your cocks
long enough to get some fuckin' SLEEP," Zac instructed, doubting it would
do any good.

"Darin back yet?" Ronon asked.

"Hell, no, but he did radio that he'd made it back to the beach and was
pickin' up the next bunch of boys." Zac informed them. "At this rate, looks
like it'll be almost morning before he's done."

"Goodnight," Ronon snuggled down between the fresh, white sheets as Kevin
snuggled up behind him. "HEY!" Ronon suddenly cried stiffening, "KEEP YOUR
FUCKIN' COCK TO YOURSELF!"