Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 18:44:16 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 28

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. Comments can be sent to crackerjacker18@hotmail.com


THE WORKING BOYS

CHAPTER 28

Derek Chandler settled in at his home desktop and pulled up his e-mail
account. He clicked "compose" and found Zac's e-mail address.


Zac--

Some interesting developments here. I need to meet with you either here on
there. Things have gone pretty much as expected this past week, though now
I think the news cycle has mostly spent itself and seems to be moving
on. Once more let me thank you for your efforts in defusing what might
otherwise have been an explosive situation.

I realize you're kind of in a bind now, but I may have some material that
will ease the burden you've assumed. I've also been working on the
paperwork to help in unloading your cargo. The owners have been quite
cooperative and most are anxious to take delivery. In the meantime, I think
I've come up with a plan for temporary storage during the weeks ahead
pending further arrangements. Your attorney has been quite helpful in
handling the delicate legal eccentricities involved.

Please get back with me ASAP as to when and where we can get together.

Enjoy your "burden."--Derek


Derek smiled as he clicked "send." In some ways...MANY ways...he envied
Zac. Saddled literally with a whole boatload of lovely, young, naked,
professional, pleasure boys, the man must be spending hours on end shooting
cum. Still, he didn't envy the man the tremendous responsibility he'd
assumed for the boys and the potential danger they posed to his career as
an actor. Zac had something of the image of a free-spirited, womanizing
playboy. Even a whiff of gaiety or sexual inpropriety could be damaging,
even fatal in landing future movie roles.

Next to him, Derek's phone beeped.

"Derek, Marco Gonzales, I think I've got some good news for you."

"Shoot," Derek responded to Zac's attorney.

"She wants her son back and she's agreed to take care of the others until I
can put together all the legal paperwork to reunite everyone.

Derek smiled. It WAS good news. But more than that, he loved the way Mark
could say so much while cryptically saying so little. It must be a
lawyer-thing. Maybe they taught it in law school. Mark needn't tell him
that "she" was Tina Cox or that the woman likely had, as they'd
anticipated, ulterior motives in agreeing to take Zac's boatload of boys
off his hands. From all accounts, Colton Cox's "wife," whom they'd learned
was also his sister, could be considered something of a nymphomaniac, to
use a rather hackneyed, outdated term. Perhaps "sexually addicted" would be
the current designation. Derek had never met the woman but he pictured her
naked, drooling over the prospect of a dozen horny young boys as guest at
her luxurious private island somewhere in the Caribbean. Derek hoped Zac
knew where it was, no one else seemed to. Cox International had a lot of
proprietary secrets, but apparently none was more secret than their CEO's
private pleasure patch of sand.

That CEO was now on ice. The press frenzy had not died down one iota, but
merely shifted with the whereabouts of its key figure. Colton Cox was
currently house in a federal prison in the Florida panhandle. Denied bail
as a flight risk, his trial wouldn't be for months and might TAKE months
unless there was some kind of plea bargain, which Derek considered
likely. Cox International had seemingly disowned their majority shareholder
and soon-to-be-former CEO, all but going so far as to remove his last name
from the corporate logo. It was hard to counter a case where the corporate
jet came decorated with painted images of naked boys and naked men giving
one another naked sexual pleasure. Censored images had even been leaked to
the press. Colton Cox wouldn't be doing much jetting around for decades,
perhaps the rest of his life.

All of which left Tina Cox in a rather strange predicament. Given the
nature of their "marriage" and the press brouhaha currently swirling around
her husband/brother, she couldn't exactly go rushing off to comfort and
console him. In fact she'd no doubt been advised to do exactly what she was
doing--nothing. For a wealthy, outspoken socialite like Tina Cox, the
sentence she herself had received must seem horrendous. In effect, she was
"on ice" too.

"Gotcha," Derek responded after a moment to take it all in. "I just
e-mailed your client requesting a face-to-face, you want in?"

"Where, when?" Mark asked.

"Who knows," Derek replied, "I didn't think I was in a position to... Given
his workload..." Derek went on, choosing his words carefully.  He was a
writer, not a lawyer.  He was used to trying to make things clear, rather
than to speaking in code. "I left it up to him."

"Speaking of workloads..." Mark laughed at Derek's choice of words, "mine's
quite dissimilar to his but daunting, nonetheless. If I can fit it in and
we aren't gone too long or too far...sure, it might simplify things.  If
not, you and I better sit down so I can give you what I've got and teach
you to speak legalese."

"I love it when you talk dirty," Derek joked.

Mark could be heard snorting in laughter and disdain. If there was one
thing the Latino legal fox was NOT, it was gay. "Keep me posted," he told
Derek, then hung up.


Zac lay naked on the massive "master" bed in his stateroom aboard the Zee
Ray. Fully impaled on his soaring hard man-cock was a boy of about
fourteen. Zac thought his name was David but he wasn't quite sure. During
the past week he'd honestly made an effort to learn all the boys' names,
and for the most part he'd done moderately well. Yet, from time to time he
got them mixed up.  They were all so nearly the same age, mostly about the
same build, and all were devastatingly beautiful, some in a boyish sense,
others quite girlish. All of them sported exceptional hard cocks, from at
least five inches to almost seven. Their ages ranged from Kevin, who was
barely nine years old to Jan who was almost sixteen. All were naked most of
the time...some of them ALL the time...and without exception, they all
wanted...seemingly NEEDED...sex in excess daily.The boy fucking himself
slowly up and down on Zac's cock was no exception. ac smiled up at him but
said nothing as he reached out gripping the boy's pelvis, guiding him in
such a way as to maximize pleasure for both of them. The boy smiled back,
closing his beautiful, lightly mascaraed eyes, savoring the feels of Zac's
massive cock massaging his prostate again and again.

"Mmmmmmmm..." the boy moaned.

"Nice..." Zac whispered back as the boy gradually increased the pace.

Whether he'd managed to learn all their names or not, during the past week
he, Darin, and Mike had managed to get the boys organized. They actually
had a "crew" now. Each boy had a job and a duty shift. The galley was
manned from six a.m. to ten p.m. Beds were changed every other day. Andy
did the laundry every day to keep the linens and towels clean and dry. Five
naked boys kept the place clean. Three others served as waiters. Two more
were assigned the bridge as go-fers, taught to use the instruments and keep
tabs on the engine room (which was largely automated). All the boys were on
call sexually 24-7, though mostly they had sex with one another rather than
Zac and the other two adults on board. Zac had fucked or sucked or been
fucked or sucked by every boy on board several times. They literally kept
his balls drained to the point Zac could sometimes barely spurt.

"Feels good..." the boy on Zac's cock murmurred in ecstasy.

"David, right?" Zac sought to embed the boy's seductive image in his brain.

The boy nodded, unwilling to break the thread of sexual pleasure growing
thicker and stronger inside him, reaching from his hypersensitive prostate
straight to his sex sotted brain.  Before him, his cock stook rigidly
upright, threatening to spurt with but the slightest touch from the man he
was fucking.

Zac reached out to grab the exquisite six-ingh pleasure prong.

"Please...no...I'll cum..." the boy pleaded.

"Don't you WANT to cum? Zac asked, not at all surprised by the boy's
orgasmic reticence.

"NO..." The boy gasped forcefullly..."not yet...please...I...wanna keep on
feeling it...keep on feeling your cock up my butt...feeling the
feeling...feeling...ahahhehhahehrhhh god, feeling good, feels sooo good,
fucking you, fucking your big, hard, throbbing cock...aogoheoaierhoh
fuccccckk...ahghahhehaheh fuckkkkk...I'm sooo close...trying not
to...to...cummm...ahghehhhehrhh fuuuucccckkk...I...I can't help it, I can't
stop, I...I'm gonna cum, man....ohhahhahhe fuck, fuck fuck, fuck with me,
man, shoot your cum in me, Zac, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cock
shootin' your cum, shootin' it, shootin'
it...shoootin...IT....ITTTTTT...OOHEHHHH FUCK, i'M CUMMIN' OHHHH FUCK,
FUCK, OHHHH FUCK, LOOK AT THAT FUCKER, LOOK AT IT, SHOOTIN' CUM ALL OVER
THE PLACE, SHOOTIN' MY CUMMM...AHGEAOEIRHOEIH GOD, OOEGHOIEHO GOD, ZAC, CUM
IN ME, CUM IN ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM IN ME, MAN, I WANNA FEEL IT SHOOTIN' UP IN
ME SOO HARD, AHGEHAERHHHG GOD, THE FEELING, AHGOEIHEIROH GOD,
OEGHOEIHOEIRHE GOD, OIHEOIGHOEHOEHR GODDDDDDDDDD!"

Zac felt the boy orgasming on his cock.  He could feel the boy's ass
contract with every massive shot of kid-cum spurting wildly from his
impressive, juvenile boy-cock. "I'm close..." Zac gasped, making no effort
to fuck the boy, relying only on the kid's practiced moves up, down, and
around his cock.  The kid was good...really good...maybe the best,
certainly among the best two or three. "Gonna make me shoot," Zac grimaced
as he felt the first stirring pangs of his orgasm. "Gonna do it to me, boy,
gonna do it to me, gonna make me cum, ohhhahh fuck yes, David, aogheoihoerh
fuck, do it to me, boy, do it to me, do it to me, make me cum, make me cum,
harder, faster, make me...me...CUMMMM...OEHOGIHEOAHIR FUCK,
CUMMMMM...CUMMMMMM...OAIEHOAIGHOEHRE FUCK, CUMMIN', CUMMIN' AND CUMMIN'
AND...AHGHIEOAIEHROIH GOD, KID, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO TORTURE A GUY'S COCK
WITH THE RANDY HOT ASS OF YOURS, BOY, OGIHOIHEOIHEORH MAN, YEAH, YEAH,
YEAH, DO IT TO ME, MAN, DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP
DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, CUMMMM...CUMMMM...KEEP MAKIN'
ME CUMMMM...GHEOIAHOERH GOD, FEELS SO GOOD, FEELS SOOO GOOD, CUMMIN' UP
YOUR ASS...SHOOTIN' MY CUM UP YOUR ASS...SOOO DEEP, SOOO
HARD...AHOGIEHAOERHHAHEHRHHOGOEHOGIHOE GOD, WHAT A FUCK, OHEOAHE YEAH, WHAT
A HOT LITTLE FUCKER YOU ARE, OHOIHO GOD, DAVID, EOGHOEIHOAER YEAH, YEAH
YEAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh....."

"STILL OOZIN'," the boy gaped down at his rigid, circumcised boy-cock as
cum did, indeed, continue oozing out in tiny little waves of receding
orgasmic pleasure. "I love fuckin' your cock...the best cock on board.

"Shhhhh, don't tell any of the others," Zac winked, "guys DIE from too much
sex, you know....especially OLD guys like me."

"You're not old," David argued, having been trained well in minimizing the
age of his sexual clients.

"Thirty-eight," Zac revealed, proud of the fact that he still looked 25,
maybe 28 at most and was physically at or near his peak, no gut, no love
handles, just slender, seductive, naked muscle no boy on board could keep
his hands off.

"You fuck like you're half that old," David insisted. "Believe me, I know
about fucking...I know a LOT about fucking, and you're no 38 years old...28
maybe but...oaeohaehrheh, god, love your cock in my ass."

"Yes, well...love it or not, you're gonna have to get OFF it, I need to
check my e-mail," Zac told the boy as he firmly lifted him from his
cock. The kid fell nakedly into his arms, cuddling up next to him, fighting
to divert the man's attention from his bedside laptop. Cum oozed from the
boy's anal cavity, wetting the sheet beneath them. Zac kissed the boy,
thanking him for another great orgasm, then set up on the edge of the bed,
reaching for his sole link to the outside world. Derek's e-mail popped up
with close to a dozen others. Zac read it and smiled. He typed back:


Derek--

I'll send a chopper...ten tomorrow night...the usual place. The pilot knows
the area well.  He knows how to find us.  We're maybe a couple hours
out. He's good at landing on small pads. I can't wait to see you again.

Love--Z


He pressed "send," then, ordered up the chopper with a second e-mail to his
pilot in Nassau. Gazing back over his shoulder at David, Zac closed the
computer and once more laid back in the bed, letting the naked young boy
cover his face and upper body with kisses. "Let's cum again," he
suggested. He felt the boy's hand on his cock. His own found David's
still-hard appendage. Both were slippery wet. "Nice and slow and easy..."

"You got it," David whispered back between kisses. "My cock is your cock,
enjoy me."

"You're very enjoyable," Zac whispered back. "I love enjoying you."

"Oahahehhahh yeah, yeah, yeah, enjoy me, man, enjoy me, enjoy me, just
enjoy the FUCK outta me," David whispered lovingly as they gently
masturbated one another.

"I'm not sure I can cum again this soon," Zac confessed.

"You'll cum again," David assured him.  "It may take a while but..." They
established a gentle, insistant rythmn, not too fast, not to slow. "I can
make ANYONE cum, given a little time."

Zac didn't doubt him for a moment. The strikingly beautiful teenager's hand
on his cock was gentle but firm. Starting slowly, he quickly got Zac hard
again then gradually built up the pressure within the man's loins for yet
another siesmic orgasm. Zac could count at least five earlier that day and
it was hardly past noon.

For his part, Zac loved jacking off naked young boys. David was a year or
two past Zac's favorite age but the boy responded with a natural escalation
of naked sexual pleasure that was neither forced nor pretended. The boy
genuinely loved sex and the incremental buildup of pleasure an expert hand
on his cock could give him. "Like that?" Zac murmurred, kissing the David's
forehead.

"You jack off good," David whispered back as they did each other's cocks.

"You're good too...feels good," Zac told the boy softly.

"I love this feeling," David sighed as he surrendered once more his slender
nakedness to sexual pleasure.

"How many times today?" Zac questioned.

"Seven...no, eight...I almost forgot Andy this morning in the shower."

"Blowjob?" Zac guessed.

"Oh, yeah, you ever get your cock sucked while you're trying to clean the
shower?"

"Mmmm...no, can't say I have. It feel better when you're scrubbing tile?"
Zac smiled down at the boy in his arms.

"No, but it sure as hell makes getting the job done take longer," David
laughed as his naked young boy-body trembled from the pleasure of Zac's
steady stroking.

"Andy sucks good," Zac noted from experience. "He did me a couple hours
ago...said he was hungry."

"He sure shoots a lot for a little guy," David added, "ooooooo, fuck, that
feels good."

"The Duralon does that to young boys," Zac told him, "...and Andy downs
them like candy."

"Don't we all," David smile up at Zac, "...yourself included," he added
knowingly.

"Self-protection," Zac claimed, "I'd be dead in a day without'em."

"How many times have you cum today?"

"Let's just say you're way ahead of me," Zac replied. "Mmmmmmmm...you have
a nice touch, man, jack that fucker, make me feel it...ohhhhh...ohhhh
yeahhhhhhhhh..."

"Gettin' to ya?" David questioned.

"Big time..." Zac breathed as his orgasm crept closer and closer.

"Feel good?"

"Hoooo yeahhhh..." Zac ached with sexual pleasure deep inside.

"How close?

"Keep doin' it to me..." Zac gasped, amazed that he should be so deeply
aroused after so little time since the last time.

"Gonna make ya cum?" David teased.

"Shut the fuck up and just jack me off."

"I'm close too," David told Zac needlessly.

Zac had jacked off enough boys like David the past week he knew every last
trembling symptom of an impending orgasm timed almost to the second, knew
how to slow and how to hasten the onslaught of explosive pleasure, and how
to dramatically heighten the intensity of a boy's climactic ejaculation.

"I'm ready," David moaned softly.

"Me too," Zac whispered as his loins contracted and his pleasure mounted to
a devastating intensity.

"CUMMMMMMMMM!" David cried as his cock erupted gloriously, spurting like
some kind of fountain.

"AERERHEHREIGEHHAEOEIRHHGHGH...AOEHGOEAIHREHHHGHEHAHEHRF...AUERHHGHHEHAHEHRHHGH...OEHGHEHHR
FUUUUCCCCCCK, AHGEIAOEHROEIHOAIEHROEH GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSSS," Zac
squirmed in orgasmic agony and pleasure, his massive hard cock jetting his
cum nearly to his neck in one gush after another,
"AREIEIGEHHH...OAOEHHAHEHHAHHHHHH...FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS
GOOD, DAVID, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, BOY, HAOEIHAOEHHAHEH FUCK,
OEHHGHEHR FUCCCCK...FUCCCCCK...FUCCCCKKK...OHHH GOD, THAT FEELS
GOOD...FEELS GOOD....FEEEELS GOOOD!"

"I KNOW THE FEELING," David cried as he arched his thin, naked groin high
off the bed, allowing Zac to literally pump the cum up from his balls in
high arching sprays, adding his own sexual contribution to the creamy slime
now covering them both. "OHHHH FUCK YES, OHHHHH GOD, YES, YES, YES, JACK
ME, ZAC, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK ME OFF, MAN, JACK THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY
COCK, RIGHT OUTTA MY FUCKIN' BALLLLLS, MAN, OHHH GOD, YES, I'M CUMMMING
SOOO HARD, SOOO FUCKIN' HARD, MAKIN ME SHOOT MY CUM...AHGOEOAEIRHOAEHROH,
GOD, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, THE FEELING, THE FEELING, OHHHH GOD, THE
FUCKIN' FEELING, IS...AHHEHHAEHRHHHEHHAHE...FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!"

Both man and boy collapsed, glued together by their cum, David lying on his
side, his Duralon hardon pressed firmly against Zac's hip, still moving
against it as his hand continued to gently stroke the man's slippery
hardness.

"That was nice," David whispered against Zac's lips.

"Nice orgasm," Zac whispered back.

David was unsure whether the man was referring to his own or to the one he,
himself, had just endured, but it made little difference. It WAS a nice
orgasm. "We sure cummed a lot."

"Drowning in it..." Zac smiled as he returned the boy's kisses.

"Wanna do it again?"

"No," Zac laughed, eyeing the look of disappointment on his young lover's
sweet, boyish face.

"I think I could pull up another one," David suggested.

"Later maybe," Zac told him. "Too much sex ain't good for..."

"Too much sex!" David reacted instantly, sitting up, staring down at the
spermy mess they'd made together. "There's no such thing as too much sex!"

Zac had to laughed. "When you're fourteen, maybe, but..."

"Hmph...maybe you ARE 38 after all," David teased unmercifully, trying to
egg the man on into yet another orgasmic frenzy of ejaculating sexual
pleasure.

Zac suddenly nudged the naked teenager out of bed onto the softly carpeted
floor. "Maybe YOU better go scrub the shower again, till you learn to
respect your elders."