Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2012 19:31:01 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 29

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.

Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in this story and Ecstasy Isle is, in fact, the name of
a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I've changed the
drug's name in the story to Duralon.

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


THE WORKING BOYS

CHAPTER 29

The chopper bearing Derek Chandler and Marco Gonzales hovered for a moment
over the Zee-Ray then slipped slightly west to a small, sandy, palm-lined
island where its occupants could see the Zodiak from the Zac's mega-yacht
beached on the beach. "There's too much wind to land on the boat...too
risky," the pilot informed them.  "He's meeting us down there," the
good-looking young aviator pointed to the two bikini-clad figures waving at
them less than a hundred feet below. They'd made the entire trip at
tree-top...Derek frightfully considered it WAVE-top..level to avoid the
prying eyes of either U.S. or Bahamian Coast Guard radar. It wasn't that
they had a lot to hide, Zac had insisted upon it lest they arouse any kind
of suspicion leading to questions regarding their activities.

"RONON!" Derek cried as he hopped from the chopper and met the nearly naked
young boy in a huge bear hug half-way across the beach.

"I've missed you SOO much!" Ronon cried as they kissed, even though it had
only been a week.

"What, you've had so much time on your hands you've been pining for me?"
Derek kidded the kid, knowing that the boy had likely spent the whole week
stark naked, flat on his back, enjoying his growing boy-cock. "Hey, you've
got pubes down there!"

"A few," Ronon smiled, kissing him again and again.

"And looks like it's grown a few millimeters too," Derek observed, plunging
his hand into the boy's miniscular thong and freeing its rapidly hardening
contents, "been giving this fucker quite a workout, I'll bet."

"He averages a gallon of cum a day now," Zac joked as he hugged Derek an
shook hands with his somewhat embarrassed attorney.

"Once they start, there's no stopping them," Derek laughed as Marco and the
pilot exchanged wierd glances. Both men knew Zac well, but still felt
uncomfortable in what was obviously a man-boy sexual relationship.

There's chairs over there under the trees," Zac pointed, "out of this hot
sun."

"Hey, can Derek and me like...go somewhere...you know...we have some things
to discuss and..."  Ronon asked as he clung to the man enticingly.

"Maybe later, Ronon, for now, Derek and I have some things
to...discuss...as well," Zac told the boy. "Why don't you go play in the
sand or maybe seduce the chopper pilot or something."

Ronon's smile faded, then brightened as he observed the slender
twenty-something pilot clad in shorts and tight, faded t-shirt. "You gay?"
he asked abruptly, sporting his best, sexy, little-boy smile.

"Not till now," the pilot smiled back as Ronon extended his hand.

"I'm Ronon Parker, what's your name?"

"I'm Jeffery...Jeffery Jacobs, how old are you, little guy?"

"Twelve, how old are you?"

"Old enough to go to jail for even LOOKING at you," Jeffery released the
boy's hand after holding it a bit longer than necessary.

"Ohhhhh..." Ronon's smile once more faded in disappointment.

"But...it's a risk I'll take," Jeffery once more lit up the little
sex-prince's face. He suddenly pulled the nearly naked boy into his arms
and kissed him.

"Come on, I'll show you around," Ronon said excitedly as he took the man's
hand and practically dragged him off into the jungle-like center of the
tiny island.

"Looks like those two have hit it off," Zac observed.

"Unfortunately," Derek sighed, gazing off after them as he watched the
pilot skin out of his t-shirt along the way. He wished it could have been
him.

"Well, what have we," Zac said, turning serious as the three men relaxed in
the folding beach furnishings Zac had so graciously hauled over from the
boat for their little island conference.

"Mostly good," Marco Gonzales told the man as he opened his briefcase and
straightened its contents. "We've got passports for the Cox kid and
Devon...uhhh...Devon Dillon; Derek has Ronon's and here's one for another
boy...let me see...Andy Marmor?

"Mramur," Zac corrected. He accepted the small blue books from Marco.

"Check out the one for the Cox kid," Marco directed Zac.

Zac looked it over, page by page. "Unknown?" Zac looked up from the
passport questioningly. "What's that mean?"

"It is a bit unusual, especially on an American passport but, I guess it
means just what it says, father...unknown."

"You're kidding me...I thought Colton Cox was..." Zac paused for a long
moment, reflecting back. "Hoooo shit..."

"What?" Derek questioned.

"Wait till Darin see's this," Zac said seriously, once more eyeing the
paternal data entry on the passport.

"What? Why?" Derek repeated.

"I was there, I think, when this little fucker was conceived," Zac smiled
wryly.  "In fact, I may have had a hand...or some other part of the male
anatomy...in that conception, now that I think about it."

"Wha'dya mean?" Derek asked in surprise and dismay.

"The kid is what? nine years old?" Zac began. "Around nine or ten years ago
some friends and I were...A friend and I...were guests of the Coxes on this
Island. They called it..."

"Ecstasy Island," Marco Gonzales guessed.

"Right, how'd you know?" Zac asked in surprise.

"That's what you pay me such an outrageous retainer for," Marco smiled
knowingly. "And while you were there you and your friend...fucked around a
little with Mrs. Cox, right?

"Essentially, though she wasn't Mrs. Cox back then...MISS Cox...Justin and
I were on the beach for the nude wedding...Colton and...you already know
about the wedding I'm sure," Zac eyed his attorney.

"HE does, I don't," Derek's journalist instincts intruding.

"Two guys...and Tina Cox...three KIDS really...Jason Cox allowed his son
and daughter and...his name was Kevin at the time...you know him as Darin
Romeo now...Jason performed the strangest little wedding ceremony in the
history of strange little wedding ceremonies--two boys, one girl, married,
the ceremony culminating in an orgiastic little fuck-fest, right there on
the fuckin' beach, that went on for...hours...actually DAYS, in fact,
during which a dozen guests, maybe more, mostly teenaged boys...shall we
say 'kissed' the bride...multiple times."

"And Kevin Cox was born nine months later," Derek finished the scenario.

"I guess the passport says it all," Marco conceded.

"Damned fuckin' right the father is UNKNOWN." Zac laughed. "The little
fucker could have had any of a DOZEN fathers, myself included.

"Interesting..." Marco noted humorlessly. "Now, going on, we've got, in
hand, birth certificates for three other boys, their passport applications
have been filed; the passports themselves should be coming in a few weeks."

"WEEKS!" Zac cried in dismay. "I thought you said you had GOOD news."

"That IS the good news." Marco continued.

"You're starting to worry me," Zac's voice grew serious.

"Well, a couple of the parents will be making arrangements for at-sea
transfers, one in a day or so," Marco informed him. "Now the rest...David,
Casey, and...uhhh...Noah...looks like you're going to be friend and father
to these little sex-pots for quite some time...long term difficulties too
muddled and messy to bore you with at the moment..."

"Ohhhhhh fuccccckkkk..." Zac sighed, slumping in his chair. He'd hoped to
be through with the boys, except Ronon, in a few more days.

"Well, there is one more bit of news I think may lighten your spirits,"
Marco went on.

"Ohhhh..." Zac sat back up in his director's chair anxiously.

"It seems your good friend, Mrs. Cox...Tina...has agreed to have your boys
as guests on her island estate...this Ecstasy Island...for the time being
at least, starting...well, whenever you can get them there...wherever THERE
might be." Marco explained.

"Hoooooo fucccckkkk..." Zac repeated his earlier pronouncement.

"What?  What's wrong. I figured you'd be relieved," Derek interjected.

"Relieved? Yes, I suppose I am," Zac admitted, "it's just that...if I never
saw Tina Cox again the rest of my life it would be too soon."

"You two have issues?" Marco asked, raising one lawyerly eyebrow at the
news.

"Well, first of all, there was Darin's tangle with Cox Corp," Zac
sighed. "Of course, you know all about that...Tina and I had...words...at
her father's funeral.  I don't suppose I'm one of HER favorite people
either," Zac admitted.

Marco Gonzales nodded knowingly.

"Then there's...Darin...Kevin...not Kevin Cox, Kevin who might be Kevin
Cox's father...we essentially stole him...rescued him...kidnapped
him...depending on your point of view, from Ecstasy Island shortly after
the little farce of a wedding." Zac explained.  "Let's just say I don't
relish the thought...the act...of setting foot again on that sandy little
snake pit."

"Why not just...you know...drop by unannounced, march the troops off the
ship, and then cast off; let the 'dragon lady' have her fun?" Derek
suggested.

"Good idea, I'll fly back to Nassau, you can stay and handle the
paperwork," Zac brightened at the suggestion. "I'm sure your reporter
skills can handle Tina Cox. She should be childs play after Darleen
Parker."

"Doreen Parker," Derek corrected, not exactly enthusiastic, yet intrigued
by the idea and the possibility of getting a story other writers would die
for.

"You bring anything for a long stay?" Zac asked, a bemused smile creeping
across his attractive face. He already knew the answer.

"Of course not," Derek confirmed, though his mind was more on a naked
little imp named Ronon than the task Zac had maneurvered him into.

"But you'll do it, right?" Zac's smile broadened. Again, he already knew
the answer. "Believe me, you won't be needing much...anything...in the way
of clothes...not on the boat anyway. And I probably got something you can
fit into should the need arise to go ashore in more modest attire."

Derek took a deep breath, then nodded. "Now, if you two will excuse
me...I'm sure you have lots of legal stuff to discuss, papers to sign and
all that shit, I think I'll go check on our horny little cockhopper
friend. I imagine there's a certain helicopter pilot somewhere out there
about now who needs rescuing from the voracious sexual appetite of our
resident jungle boy."

The others smiled knowingly as Derek rose and stripped off his polo shirt,
shorts, and briefs, then headed off barefoot across the sand toward the
"jungle."

Derek didn't have to look far. All he had to do was listen.

"Ohhhhhh fuccccckkk, kid, ohhhh fuck, fuccccckkkk...ohhhhhhh
fuccccckkkk...fuckkkk...fuccck, that feels...ahghehahehrhhghh fuck, good,
good, gooooooodddd..." Derek recognized the voice of his pilot in distress
from several yards away. It wasn't that big an island. Quietly he
approached. Ronon had apparently fashioned a bed of palms in a shady, rocky
outcrop. Both man and boy were completely naked, Ronon fully impaled on the
pilot's sizable, upthrust cock, just bobbing up an down enjoying the hell
out of it as his sexual victim moaned and groaned, gasping and crying out
in naked sexual pleasure, barely able to cope with the horny little boy
he'd allowed to possess his cock.

"Nice cock...nice fuckin' cock...ohhhh yeah, love fuckin' a big hard
fuckin' cock like yours, man, feels good, feels good, feeels really good,
man, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck your horny little naked
boy. Make it feel good, make me feel good, ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, man, make
me cum, make us both cum, man, I wanna shoot my cum with you, I wanna feel
you pumpin' my ass full of your cum, man, ohhhhyeah, yeah, yeah, do it,
fucker, do it to me, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass,
ohhhhh fuck, really fuck me hard...harder...yeah harder, don't worry, you
won't hurt me, man, I've fucked lots bigger cocks than yours," Ronon
boasted, though in fact his tender anal cavity told him otherwise. Jeffery
sported about as big a cock as Ronon could safely absorb.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I can't believe you're takin' my whole fuckin' cock, oohhhhhh
god, so tight, sooo hot, sooo beautiful, ohhhh god, man, you're the most
beautiful little boy I ever...the most beautiful little boy in the world
and you're fuckin' my cock like...like...ohhahghhh god, the feeling, the
feeling you're givin' my cock, kid, fuckin' my cock, fuckin' my cock so
harrrd, ohhh fuck, boy, gonna do it to me, gonna make me shoot, gonna make
me cum, boy, ohhhh fuck, I can't hold it, I can't hold back, I'm
gonna...ohhhahhf fuck, the feeling...I'm gonna cum...gonna cum, boy, I can
feel it...I can feel it, here it...it...CUMMMMMSSS...OHHHH FUCK,
CUMMMMMMMS...CUMMIN', CUMMIN', CUMMIN UP YOUR FUCKIN' CUTE LITTLE, HOT
LITTLE HORNY FUCKIN' ASS, BOY, OHHHAHHHGHHA GOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY
CUM, SHOOTIN' YOU FULL OF MY CUM, AHGEOOIAEHRIEH
FUCCCCKKK...FUCCCKKKK...OHOOHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP
FUCKIN' MY COCK, OHEIOHAOIEHOH GOD, I NEVER CUM THIS HARD BEFORE,
ORREEGHGHHHH...SOOO BEAUTIFUL, SO...SOOOO..." Jeffery lost control, lost
sight of everything but his hard, throbbing, spurting cock and the sweetly
beautiful, naked little boy atop it who was milking it for every drop, his
grinding asshole pumping the cum from his balls with every squishy
movement.

"AIIEIHEHHRHEIGIOEHIEHRHGHGHEIAHEHGHHEHGHGHHH!!" Ronon suddenly cried out
in the trademark orgasmic scream of ecstasy he seemed to have inherited
from his mother. From his hard, six-inch boy-cock there suddenly exited a
wild, powerful stream of white hot kid-cum that traveled up the man's torso
and splattered madly across the handsome pilot's surprised, ecstatic
face. AIIEGHEHAHEHREUGHAHE
OEOGEIAOEHRHHGHHAHEHIERIIGHHGHH...AOEGOEAHEORHOIGHHAHEHHHGHGHHGHHG
FUCCCCCCCCKKKKK..." Ronon let go with two more less powerful spurts, the
first just short of Jeffery's chin, the second inundating the man's
navel. "OOHHHEHAHHEHHH FUCK, SORRY 'BOUT CREAMIN' YOUR FACE, MAN,
EOOGHEOIHAEOIRH FUCK, YOU FUCK GOOD, OEHHGHEHH MAN, I REALLY SHOOT HARD
WHEN I GET FUCKED!" Ronon appologized for his sexual marksmanship. "I'm
gettin' so I really shoot a LOT now anymore...OEOOGHHAEHHRHH YEAH, OHHHH
FUCK, STILL FEELIN' IT, YOU STILL FEELING IT, YOU STILL FEELING YOUR COCK
SHOOTIN' OFF INSIDE ME, MAN, OOHEHAOEIHROEHOA GOD, YES, YES, THE FEELING,
LOVE THE FEELING, THE LOVE THE FEELINIG OF A MAN'S BIG, HARD, FUCKIN' COCK
INSIDE ME, OGOHEOAIEHROHOH GOD, I LOVE FUCKIN', I LOVE GETTIN' FUCKED,
OHEIOAHEORHEOIHOH YEAH, YEAH, yeahhhhhhhhhh..." Ronon's voice cracked
noticeably as his approaching puberty made itself known in ways other than
his tremendous outpouring of boy-sperm.

"A little more than you bargained for?" Derek asked as he stepped naked and
hard from the foliage where he'd been watching silently Ronon's rather
spectacular orgasmic performance.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, quite a faceful," the pilot reached for his white briefs
nearby to wipe his smiliing countenance.

"Looks like puberty's being pretty good to you, kid," Derek observed,
amazed that the boy was changing sexually at such a rapid pace. "Don't you
just love it when a kid's voice changes like that...soooo fuckin' sexy."

"It just...does that sometimes...especially when I cum," Ronon slowly
lifted himself from the man's cock, standing triumphantly over him, his
young boy-cock slowly deflating, shrinking back to what was barely two
inches.

"What happened to your hardon?" Derek noticed.

"Now that I've started shootin', it does that, unless I'm hopped up on
Duralon or one of the other Cox pills," Ronon explained as he watched the
pilot try to sit up, the collapse back into the bed of palms in exhaustion.

"Hope no one back there's is in a hurry to leave this place," Jeffery
sighed, gazing up at the incredible erotic beauty of the naked young boy
who had just given him such excruciating sexual pleasure.

"You up for another one?" Derek asked.

"ARE YOU KIDDING!!?" Jeffery cried in dismayed disbelief, verging on
horror.

"Not YOU, him?" Derek nodded towards Ronon, then reached for the naked boy
and drew him into his arms.

"Can I fuck YOU?" Ronon smiled up at his favorite fucker. "My asshole is a
little...over-extended at the moment."

"You think you can get it hard again so fast, now that you're enjoying the
tantalizing tastes of manhood...and it's unfortunate limitations?" Derek
asked as he fondled the little boy's little-boy cock.

"You keep that up and you'll see," Ronon strained upward on his tiptoes to
kiss Derek's lips.

"Ohhhhh fuck, he's gettin' HARD again," Jeffery gasped in amazement as he
watched what Derek's talented fingers so quickly did to the boy's soaring
cocklet. "The little fucker...the kid's fuckin' getting HARD again!"

"He does have quite the amazing libido," Derek observed, smiling down
proudly at the spent nakedness of their pilot. "See, look at that, full
tilt, a good, six inches...maybe closer to seven now...god he gets hotter
and hornier and...and more fuckin' beautiful every week I'm away...every
DAY, even," Derek sighed as he kissed the hypersexual little boy doll
endlessly, grinding their hard, throbbing cocks together between them.

"Where'd you FIND that little masterpiece?" Jeffery asked as he watched man
and boy in the throes of mutual sexual arousal.

"The yellow pages under...under...masterpieces," Derek replied between
Ronon's ravishing kisses.

"I have a second listing under 'Boy Studs'," Ronon playfully joined in the
joke as he and Derek slowly glided down to the bed of palms next to
Jeffery. He reached for a nearby plastic bottle.

"What's that?" Derek asked as the boy expertly lathered his cock with the
whitish liquid.

"Boy-cum," Ronon joked, "I go around the boat collecting it for just
such..."

"Suntan lotion," Jeffery shot down Ronon's not entirely unlikely story.

"Mmmm...I can smell the coconut oil," Derek noticed as he felt Ronon's
fingers lubricate his anal entry.

"Let's just say I'll never have to worry about gettin' my dick sunburned
again," Jeffery joked as he watched in amazement as the boy lifted Derek's
legs and in one smooth, gentle, pelvic movement drove himself flawlessly
into the man's pleasure channel with a precision that seemed to dispute his
age. "Ohhhh, goddddd...and the kid's only TWELVE?"

"I trained him good," Derek turned his head smiling at the naked man beside
them, only half joking. Derek was pleasantly surprised as the attractive
young pilot kissed his lips. "I didn't know you were gay?"

"I am NOW!" Jeffery nestled in closer to the pair as Ronon began his
smooth, fucking movements, "I'm fuckin' gettin' HARD again too."

"Don't fuckin' get your hopes up, he's only good for one fuck per day,"
Derek told the man protectively.

"Shiiiiiiitttttt..." Ronon laughed, dismissing Derek's assertion.

"I don't want to know about it," Derek smiled up at the naked youngster
fucking his ass.

"He was my FOUTH, you know, up the ass...you're my...my...SEVENTH...I
think...yeah, seven guys I've fucked today," Ronon insisted.

"I said I didn't want to...oehhghaherhhehh god, Ronon, that was nice...nice
move...olaoheoighoeh fuck, you're gettin' better and better
and...agheoiaehrhhhg god, fuckin' better each day, each time I let you fuck
me."

"Each time you BEG me to fuck you," Ronon corrected as he fervidly drove
himself, his hard, young boy-cock landing perfectly on Derek's aching
prostate with every thrust.

"Do it, kid, fuck him, fuck him, just fuck the fuckin' SHIT outta him, boy,
ohhh fuck, yeah, yeah, do it, do it to him, ohehhahehrhhh fuck; will you
fuck ME like that next, man, ohhhhh god, I've never been fucked before
but....oehhahghehahehr, god, I may cum just watchin' you two fuckers!"

"I think the poor boy's had just about ENOUGH sex for one day...soon as he
finishes fucking ME, that is," Derek said, his fatherly protective
instincts arising even as he watched the beautiful little boy drive himself
again and again into him.

"I'll be the judge of that," Ronon asserted his boyish independance, "You
ain't my fuckin' FATHER. I can fuck anyONE like, any TIME I like, as HARD
as I like, as OFTEN as I like, as MUCH as I like," he declared, punKtuating
his words with deep, powerthrusts that made Derek grimace in pleasure.

"Kid's got a mind of his own," Jeffery observed as he strained upward and
kissed Ronon this time.

"Unfortunately," Derek agreed, "gettin' too fuckin' big for his
britches...if he ever wore any...  Ohhahehhghehhh fucck, that felt good,
ohheoihaeoihr god, Ronon, feels good, feels good, ohhhh god, where the fuck
did you learn to FUCK like this....not from me, I know."

"You got that right," Ronon laughed as he boistrously romped in Derek's
slippery ass, "you were always too sweet and gentle...the guys on the
boat...they taught me this week how to really go at it, how to make a man
really FEEL me fuckin' him, really FEEL my cock, really FEEL the feeling,
FEEL the pleasure, really ENJOY my cock, and really SHOOT a lot of cum when
ya shoot."

"I'm looking forward to this," Jeffery giggled like a little boy, once more
kissing Derek, on the nose this time.

"It won't be long..." Derek gasped as he felt his orgasm swooping down on
him from above via Ronon's pile-driving cock.

"Shoot it!" Ronon cried as he double down, staggering Derek with his
amazing speed, his tiny pelvis now almost a blur.

"Ohhhhh fuck, he's amazing...incredible...wish it was ME he was fuckin'!"
Jeffery gushed.

"I don't know which is best, fuckin' him or GETTING fucked BY him," Derek
admitted as his tortured prostate pulsed, his cock throbbed, his groin
constricted. "Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cummmm...he's gonna make me
cummmmmmmm....ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, Ronon, fuck me, fuck me,
driving me over the top, over
the...TOPPPPPPPP....TOPPPPP...OOHHEHGHEHARHEHHRH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME,
RONON, FUCK ME, BOY, DO IT TO ME, FUCK ME, BOY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
FUCKME,FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME,FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME,
FUUUCCCCKKK...FUCCCCCKKKK....FUCKKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!"

"Ohhhh god, you're shootin', shootin' it, shootin' your cummmm...ohhh fuck,
look at that fuckin' cock go, man, ohhhh fuck, you must not have cum for a
WEEK!" Jeffery cried in delight as he watched Derek's cock spurt hard and
fast and repeatedly, disgorging an incredible blast of thick, juicy,
man-cum.

"AIAIEHAHEREHEUARUEIIIAEHGEIAIHEOIOHEHHAHERIIHGEHIHGIEHAIIEHGE!!" Ronon cut
lose, sounding more like TARZAN than Boy. "ARIEIGHHAEHRHHERHHHEHRHHAHEHRHHG
CUMMMINNNNNNG, MAN, HWOIEHOIHAEHRHHGHH, CUMMMMING, CUMMMING, IMPREGNATING
THE HELL OUTTA YOU, MAN," Ronon crowed as his slender loins cut lose with
yet another series of volleys, tearing him apart inside with aching, naked,
sexual pleasure. His balls drew up inside him, laden with Duralon they
unleashed tremendous quantities of boy-cum, even more than before as they
warmed to the task of providing him with a growing intensity of sexual
ecstasy. "OHHHHAHEHHEHHA FUCCCCK, THAT FELT GOOD, OHHHHHHH
FUCKKKKK...FUCKKKKKK...FUCK, FUCK FUCKKKK...FUUUUUUCCCCCK, FUCCCCCKKKKK,
FUCCCCCKKKKKK...FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCCCCKKKkkkkkkkkkk..." His naked little
boy-body strained, drove in still deeper, then froze, arching back,
blasting one last, final, devastating spurt, the very image of ejaculating
sexual pleasure.