Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 23:48:04 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working boys Chapter 27

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 27

Ronon awoke about eight the next morning. Not entirely to his surprise, he
found that he and Kevin were no longer alone. Between their slender, naked,
boy-bodies was an equally naked man. Darin sprawled on his back, snoring up
a hurricane, his hard, young, man-cock arching up and hovering over his
powerful, shaven loins like the eye of that hurricane.  It was tempting.
Ronon had the urge to suck down on it completely, or at least grab it and
give Darin's fuck stick a hearty workout. But he resisted the urge. The man
had been through a watery hell the night before.  He needed his
sleep. Ronon guessed he'd not been there all that long.  Besides, he needed
to take a piss.

Ronon gently slipped from the oversized sex pallet and made his way to
Darin's roomy bathroom. It wasn't quite as big or spectacular as Zac's but
with it's spacious walk-in glass shower which he and Kevin had enjoyed the
night before, it was impressive for being a sea going "head."

His immediate need satisfied, Ronon was hungry. He wondered if anyone else
on the boat was even awake yet. He wondered if he should don at least some
semblence of immodest attire before going foraging.  He briefly inspected
his seductive nudity in one of Darin's obscenely narcisistic mirrors,
taking note of his lengthening hard cock, and decided no one on board would
mind his state of undress. They seemed to be moving slowly through the
water, Ronon noted as he headed for the dining salon. Apparently someone
was alive and well and living on the bridge.  Or maybe the boat was on
auto-pilot.

To his surprise, Ronon found Zac, sitting alone near a window, nursing a
cup of coffee. "Hey..." Ronon greeted him, no great conversationalist so
early in the morning.

"Hey, yourself," Zac eyed him over the black brew, then smiled. Even at
such an ungodly hour, even with his mop of light brown hair all askew,
Ronon was a delectably beautiful sight for sore eyes.

"Im hungry," Ronon complained as he eased himself into a chair next to Zac.

"No shit," Zac sighed. "Ain't you always?"

"Is the chef on duty?" Ronon's eyes searched for some other presence.

"Yeah, he's on duty, he's steering the boat," Zac took another deep swig of
his too cool coffee. He handed the cup to Ronon. "Go over there an warm
this up for me," he ordered, nodding toward the pump thermos on the
buffet. "Help yourself, it's the only thing hot."

"Except for me," Ronon teased the man as he added more caffine to Zac's
cup. "Besides, I hate coffee."

"If you're angling for a blowjob this early in the morning, you're barking
up the wrong...thanks," Zac once more attacked his chief means of
sustenance.

"All the boys get here okay last night?" Ronon asked.

Zac winced at the coffee's familiar bitterness, "All THIRTEEN of'em...god,
thirteen naked, hard, horny, young boys...should be a gay playboy like me's
idea of Peter Pan Land. Why does it feel like Never-EVER-Land instead?" he
mused.

"I got some Duranol in my cabin," Ronon offered.

"Ohhhh, fuck, that's ALL I need," Zac groaned, smiling nonetheless at the
young boy's offer of the seductive drug and by implication, his own
seductive essence.

"I can cum now, you know, and my voice is getting deeper and my cock is
getting longer, man, I'm starting to pube out all over the place." Ronon
turned on the sexual charm.

"Tell me about it, you and every OTHER horny fucker on the passenger
manifest," Zac slumped in his seat.

"What's a passenger manifest?" Ronon asked.

"It's a list...never mind..." Zac decided he wasn't up to even a brief
explanation. "Let's just call it my headache roster."

"You feelin' okay?" Ronon asked, spying some danish on a silver tray just
inside the open galley door. He made a quick dash for the tasty delight,
placing the entire tray on the table before them.

"They're stale," Zac warned.

Ronon devoured one before he even noticed. "Got milk?"

"You know where the fridge is."

The naked young boy returned with the entire carton, from which he drank
heavily.

Zac was too pooped to protest. "Stuck out here in the middle of the ocean
with thirteen naked boys and not a shred of paper amongst the LOT of them,"
Zac finally gave voice to his "headache."

"Paper?" Ronon eyed the man as he added to his cute little milk
"moustache."

"Passports, birth certificates, not even so much as a library card," Zac
worried. "We can't pull into any port in the Caribbean without immigration
pouring on board to check us out..."

"I got a passport." Ronon informed him.  "Darin got it for me. Mom brought
it last night."

"Congratulation...." Zac forced a smile. "The others will have to SWIM
ahore."

"Swim?" Ronon didn't like it when adults talked over his head. He never
knew whether they were serious or just kidding, even when the topic wasn't
funny.

"Ronon, it's a big boat, but thirteen boys, and three grown men can't live
out here on the water indefinitely," Zac explained. "And then there's the
parents, which may be either a bigger problem or the answer to the problem.
In any case, none of them are gonna come claim their horny little progeny
before we all run out of coffee and...milk...didn't your mother ever tell
you it wasn't sanitary to drink from the carton?"

"Mom TAUGHT me to drink from the carton, saved washing glasses," Ronon
informed him.

"Figures..." Zac shook his shead in dismay. "You know how to cook?"

"I can fry eggs," Ronon offered, "and make toast."

"Great, little man, come on, the whole lot of'em is gonna be linin' up at
the door wanting something besides each other's cocks to eat any minute
now," Zac rose, putting his arm arund Ronon's shoulders, guiding the naked
little boy toward the galley. "Let's you and me quit moping around and see
if we can't whip up some protien to feed the horny mob before we have a
fuckin' mutiny on our hands."


Dustin and Devon woke up about ten. Fortunately for Zac and his galley
"crew," they were more interested in one another's SEXUAL protiens than
scrambled eggs and Ronon's meager efforts at keeping them warm until they
were ready to be ingested. Dustin arose and answered the call of nature
first, then Devon. Despite the intimate sexual liberties the boys routinely
took with one another's naked bodies, they neither one felt comfortable
urinating together. That and other toilet functions seemed much more
private and personal than sucking and fucking and shooting cum at one
another.

"You horny?" Devon asked unnecessarily as he returned to Zac's bed to find
Dustin sprawled out seductively naked, his cock hard and throbbing, just
begging to shoot some cum.

"No, I just LOOK that way," Dustin quipped as he teasingly stroked his
six-inch boycock. He lifted his arms, welcoming Devon into them as the
younger boy slipped smoothly into his embrace, their hard, throbbing cocks
meshing between them, their loins grinding their sexual appendages against
one another, stoking the fires of sexual pleasure deep inside them.

"Let's fuck," Devon whispered between their deep, nearly endless
kisses. Neither boy moved to impale the other. At such a moment, face to
face, cock to cock, "fuck" meant something different from it's traditional
definition. "Fuck" meant a long, slow, smooth climb to sexual ecstasy as
their horny young boy-cocks aroused one another with a heaving, thrusting,
grinding, contact friction that wasn't the most efficent way of achieving
orgasmic relief, but seemed instead much more natural, loving, and gently
pleasurable.

"You feel good," Dustin whispered against Davon's lips.

"I love you," Devon whispered back.

"We don't use that word," Dustin insisted as he moved his cock steadily
next to Devon's.

"I love what we're doing," Devon relented, feeling a growing sexual
pleasure swelling inside him despite the extensive sexual workout he'd
given his naked young boy-body just the day before.

"I love sex," Dustin told him needlessly, "I love fuckin' you like this,
makin' our cocks feel good, feeling your naked body so warm and smooth
against mine.

"Feels really goood," Devon kissed Dustin voraciously.

"The best feeling in the worldl," Dustin confirmed, "mmmmmm harder."

"Yeahhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmm...yeahhhhh, feels goooooo," Devon moaned as the
aching pleasure at the base of his cock grew more pronounced.

"Fuck me," Dustin moaned, "fuck me hard, man, fuck me hard, fuck me hard,
fuck me harrrrd."

"Fuckin' you," Devon murmurred back between Dustin's lips, "fuckin' you and
fuckin' you and fuckin' you and...ahgoeaheorihoehghgh god, feels good,
fuckin' you and fuckin' you like this.

"Love your cock," Dustin whispered in to the twelve-year-old's ear.

"Love yours too," Devon whispered back as they fucked, moving in sequence,
their cocks throbbing and pulsating in growing sexual pleasure.

"Don't cum yet," Dustin pleaded, "feels too good, make it last, make the
feelings last."

"Yesssss...make it last, make it last, make this feeling last," Devon
sighed as he struggled to control his sexual needs.

"I wanna fuck you forever," Dustin sighed as he nonetheless increased the
pace of their fucking.

"Do it to me, do it to me, man, fuck me, fuck my cock, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me, man, keep fuckin' me, ohhhh fuck, feels good, feels good, feels
better and better and better," Devon gasped as his cock heaved and thrust
against Dustin's.

"Ohhhhh fuck, I'm feeling it soooo strong, feelin' it, feeling the feeling,
man, ohhhhh fuck, feels good, feels good, feels good fuckin' you, man, ohhh
fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck me, Devon, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkk
meeeeee."

"I can't help it, man, I'm gettin' close, ohhh god, the feeling, Dustin,
feels sooo good, ohhh god, the feeling in my cock, at the base of my cock,
swelling up, filling up with cum, gettin' ready to shoot and shoot hard."

"Me too, gettin' sooo close, gettin' closer and closer, man, ohhhh fuck,
feels good, feels sooo good, man, ohhh fuck I'm gonna cum..." Dustin
warned.

"Im...I'm cummin' AAHEIERHEHHHGH TOOOOO...AEHGIEAERIEIGHEOIHGOH GOD,
TOOOO...CUMMIN' TOOO, GHEOIHOEIHR FUCK, THE FEELING, SHOOTIN' MY CUM,
SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' IT, CAN'T STOP, OEHGHEOAIERHOEH GOD, THE
FEELING, FEELS SOOO GOOD, FUCKIN' YOU AND SHOOTIN' MY CUM WITH YOU LIKE
THIS FEELS...FEELS...AHGEIAIEHOEIHGHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh..."

"RIGHT WITH YA, MAN, RIGHT WITH YOU, SHOOTIN' MY CUM TOO, AHOGIEAHOEIHRO
GOD, YES, YES, YES, DEVON, SHOOT IT, KEEP SHOOTIN' IT MAN, OEIHOGHEOHAE
FUCK, DUDE, FEELS SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, MAN, OHOIAHOIEHO
GOD, YES, YES, YES, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', OAHEIAOIEHRO FUCK, DO IT, DO IT MAN,
KEEP SHOOTIN', KEEP SHOOTIN', JUST FUCKIN' DROWN ME IN YOUR CUM, MAN, PAINT
ME WITH IT, AOGHEOIHO FUCK YEAH, SHOOTIN' ONE HELL OF A LOAD, OAOHEOIGHOEIH
FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCCKKKK..."

"STILL CUMMIN'" Devon cried out.

"OhhhHHHHHHHH FUCCCCKKKK..." Dustin nearly dislodged the lighter boy from
adop him as their cocks powered them through wave after wave of
excruciatingly beautiful sexual ecstasy.

"CUMMMMIN' SOOO HARD, SOOOO FUCKIN' HARD, OHAOEIOAHEOIRHOEIH GOD, GOD, GOD,
YES, OHHH MY GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT, I CAN'T STOP, STILL SHOOTIN' IT, STILL
CUMMIN"!!

"ooOEIAHOEHOEIHREHIGIEAOEIHOGHEOHG FUCK, THE ORGASM TO END ALL ORGASMS!!!"
Dustin cried out in orgasmic ecstacy as his slender young boy body wildly
delivered his seed, squirting all over the both of them, coating them in
the mixture of their boycum. "OAOOEIHOEHOHIEHOIEH GOD, OHHHH FUCK, IT JUST
WON'T FUCKIN' QUIT, AHGOEIAHOEIHR YES, YES, YES, OGEHOAIHEORIHEOHOH
YESSSS..."

"oHHEHHAEHHRHHGH FUCCCCKKK, THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!!1 Devon gasped as his cock
continued to explode, seepin out long strings of his boy-cum as they slowly
slipped apart to reveal the irredescent glow of their glistening boy-cum.

"STILL FEELING IT!" Dustin shuddered as an incredible powerful, jolting
wave of excruciating sexual pleasure washed over him.

"Yess...YESSSSS...YESSSS...OHOEIOHOIGHEOHE FUCK,
DUSTIN...OOEHGOEIHAOEIHROIHGGHHHHHHhhhh..."

"You fuck gooooood," Dustin gasped as his cock refused to subside.

"We both do," Devon congratulated their joint effort.

"You sure shot a fuckin' LOT!" Dustin smiled as they rolled apart revealing
the true extent of their sexual offerings.

"Kinda flooded the place..." Devon giggled softly.

"Enough cum to make a thousand babies," Dustin suggested, "...apiece."

"All horny little BOY babies, just like their dads," Devon fantasized.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Dustin reminded him.

"What?"

"We impregnate, we don't GET pregnant," Dustin continued.

"You like fuckin' girls?" Devon questioned.

"Not as much as you," Dustin murmurred back.

"Who said I like fuckin' girls?" Devon grimaced at the very thought of a
smelly hot cunt devouring his cock.

"What I meant was, I like fuckin' YOU better," Dustin sought to clarify his
loving gush of emotion.

"Me too," Devon agreed.

"YOU like fuckin' YOU best?" Dustin deliberately missunderstood.

"I like fuckin YOU best," Devon explained. "You're better than ANY girl."

"You think you'd like to fuck some girl and make a baby sometime?" Dustin
probed.

"Me and my cock are gonna make a TON of babies sometime.

"Is that BIRTH weight or..." Dustin teased.

"Shut the fuck up," Devon knew his friend was teasing but he hated being
made fun of, even by the boy he loved. "I'm fuckin' hungry!" he suddenly
decided, as much to change the subject as from a lack of food.

"We better shower first," Dustin suggested, sitting up, moppng up with his
hand some of the cum they'd shot all over their strikingly welll-toned
abdomens.

"I'm gonna go to breakfast like this, dripping cum from head to toe," Devon
declared, also finding his footing as the boat rolled gently on its
way. "Maybe someone will want to lick me dry for breakfast."

"I'll pass.  Dried cum ain't my thing," Dustin declared as he slipped
inside the shower stall and began lathering his naked boy-body from head to
toe. Truth be told, even WET cum wasn't exactly his favorite beverage.

"Maybe Zac will wanna do me," Devon laughed as he slipped silently from the
cabin, heading for the dining salon. His cock was still hard as a block.


"I started to ask if you were hungry," Zac told Devon as the boy sauntered
from Zac's stateroom in the stern of the boat into the dining salon. "But
obviously, you and Dustin have been working up an appetite."

"Where's the other guys?" Devon inquired,looking about.

"Here, there...fuckin' EVERYWHERE it seems...some still sleeping up front
in the orgy room..." Zac sighed, "...every one of them as naked, hard, and
horny as you. What have I let myself in for?"

One of the boys came out of the galley literally with egg on his face.

"What's for breakfast?" Devon asked.

"Cold eggs and burnt toast," the boy complained, "...also cold."

"Oh, and don't forget the cold coffee," Zac added.

"At least the milk was warm," the boy added. Zac wasn't sure but he thought
the naked boy's name might be Andy.  There were so many of them, he
couldn't keep track.

"You think the warm milk might help the cold coffee?" Devon suggested as he
sniffed bacon.  Further investigation in the galley found it, too,
burnt...and cold. He ended up with the stale Danish and half a carton of
orange juice. "I'm gonna write to Conde Nast about this."

"Hey, listen, it's only the first day, we'll get organized...cooking
detail, cleaning detail, detail detail..." Zac promised.  "Meanwhile, I'm
gonna hit the sack, try for a little well-earned shut-eye."


Up on the main deck, all the way forward, just under the bridge, Kevin Cox
lay naked, wide awake, staring up at puffy clouds lingering in the sky
above the hemispheric glass dome marking the whole forward section of the
spacious stateroom. Beside him, Darin was still asleep, his cock still as
huge, hard, and horny as it had been when Kevin had first noticed it upon
waking. Unlike Ronon, Kevin chose not to resist the temptation to reach out
and touch its magnificent length. Touching it led to holding it, which led
to fondling it, which led to stroking it which led to Darin awakening in a
mild euphoria of gentle sexual pleasure.

"Don't start anything you can't finish," Darin smiled down at the slender
little nine-year-old he'd come to know only the night before as he'd packed
the kid away in the cramped bow of the Zokiak.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Kevin smiled back sheepishly.

"Yes you did," Darin accused him. "Feels good, though."

"I like cocks." Kevin to him.

"Speaking of cocks, you're Colt's kid, right?" Darin's mind focused through
the fuzzy web of sleep.

"Kevin," Kevin told him.  "My last name is Cox. Maybe that's why I love
cocks so much."

"And your mother's name is Tina, right?" Darin guessed. "From what I
recall, SHE maybe the reason you like cocks so much."

"You know my mom?" Kevin remarked in surprise as now he began jacking
Darin's cock more earnestly.

"Mmmmmm...let's just say I've made her acquaintance," Darin told the boy
cryptically.

"Hmph...you've FUCKED her too, right?" Kevin read between the lines. Few
guys who'd ever met his mom and come away having not fucked her at least
once.

"Nosy bastard, ain't ya," Darin laughed. "Oooooo fuck, kid, easy there,
it's big but it's not..."

"Sorry," Kevin appologized as he jacked the man's cock more gently. "You
want me to make you cum?"

"I rather figured that was the whole idea," Darin smiled down at the boy.
He was starting to like him.

"Can I suck it?" Kevin inquired hopefully.

"You suck too?" Darin shouldn't have been surprised, given the boy's
heredity, but somehow he was. The kid looked too young and virginal to be
such a cocksman.

Kevin swept the seven-inch cock between his lips and half-way down his
throat.  He was showing off and gagged considerably for the
effort. "Aaregghhhh..."

"Hey, easy there," Darin laughed, "You've made your point, you know how to
suck a cock...very well, I might add...oooaoeooaoeoo fuck, kid, very well
indeed."

"Dad likes me to suck him," Kevin imparted before once more sucking down on
Darin's pleasure pole.

"Does he now?" Darin tried to act surprised.

"Dad's as queer as I am," Kevin tried to suck and carry on a conversation
at the same time.  He wasn't doing either one very well.

"You're pretty young to be...queer," Darin observed, though clearly the boy
knew himself well.

"I was born that way," Kevin lifted his lips once more from the cock he was
so ineffectually servicing. "Dad says when you're..."

"Could we just concentrate on the task at hand and talk about what your dad
says after you've made me cum?" Darin requested, enjoying the little boy's
naivete` far more than his blowjob.

"Mmmmmmmmm...." Kevin returned to the man's cock, sucking it with renewed
vigor as Darin squirmed in pleasure before him.

"Ohhhhhh god, kid, you're good, ohghhahehh fuck, fuck, fuck, damned fuckin'
good, aogheoierh god, Colt's really trained his cute little-boy cocksucker
well."

Kevin smiled up at him despite the cock in his mouth, winked, then went
down on him again, sucking voraciously.

"Ohhhhh fuck, oohhhhh god, kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it to me, boy, suck
that fucker, boy, make me cum, boy, make me cum, make me cum,
aoghoaiehorihe god, the feeling, ohhh fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, I've never
been sucked by a nine-year-old before but...ahheaheioeaioeiahehhghh god,
you're fuckin' drivin' me NUTS, man, drivin' my NUTS nuts too,
aoheoiaehoriehoh god, ohhh my god, ohghehahehrheh fuck, yeah, yeah, suck
it, little buddy, suck it, suck it, suck it off, boy, suck that fucker off,
aheoiaheoirhoeiho yeah, yeah, feels good, feels good, feels fuckin' good,
boy, ohhhhh yeah, yeah, god, you're one hell of a cocksucker, goehaohroih
god, just like your old, man, ohhhhh fuck, just like your fuckin' DADDD..."

Kevin stopped, looked up at Darin questioningly, then wordlessly returned
to the task of pleasuring the man sexually.

"You're gonna make me cum, kid, you're gonna make me...can you take it?
Can you take my load?" Darin questioned, trying not to assume anything
regarding the boy's sexual experience. He was one hell of a cocksucker, but
then again, he WAS only nine and..."opoeohgeoaoheirh god, kid,
oghoeiahoeirhoe god, get ready, boy, get ready, you're gonna do it, you're
gonna fuckin' do it to me, boy, you're gonna get it, you're suckin' it
right outta my nuts, man, aoehgoiaheor fuck...fuck...fuck...here
it...CUMMMMMMMMMSSSS...CUMMMMMMMMMMSSS, OHGOEIAOERHEOIHOIHRHHAHHR FUCK KID,
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMIN', I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN' GOEAIEHOIRH
GOD, YES, YES, YES, TAKE MY CUM, KID, TAKE IT, TAKE IT, OGHEOIAEHORIHOH
FUCK, YOU'RE TAKIN' MY LOAD, OHHH GOD, YES, YES, YES, MAKIN' ME
FEEL...GHEOAIEHORIEHO...FEEL GOOD...SOOOO GOOD, GHEOIHEORHO HGOD, CUMMIN'
HARD, CUMMIN' SOOO HARD, GOEHAOIEHROH GOD, OEOHGOEIHOEIHROE YES, YES,
AOOEHGOIEHOEIH FUCCCCKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkkk...!!"

Kevin lifted his lips from Darin's still spurting cock and licked them
deliciously. "Nice load," he told the man, "very tasty."

"Ohhh fuck, not just a cock hound but a CUM hound too..." Darin marveled at
the naked little boy clinging to his slender loins. "You're old man would
be proud."