Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 17:46:17 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 32

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 32


"We think your mother was likely on that boat," Darin softly told Kevin Cox
as he and Derek sat with Kevin in the main salon of the Zee Ray while Ronon
stood next to him.

"We think she probably died," Derek added as he turned off the bridge video
of what had transpired that morning.

Kevin didn't burst into tears. He sat silent, soberly absorbing all he had
seen.  Ronon hugged him, then kissed his forehead. "Died?" He repeated
Derek's final word.

"It looks like she and two others were..." Darin continued.

"Mark and Ian..." Kevin filled in the blanks.

Derek and Darin looked at one another somewhat surprised as the other
victims took on names.

"They were the only ones left on the island," Kevin added, "Besides...mom."
This time there were a few tears but no real crying. Everyone knew, big
boys didn't cry, even when their mothers died.

"It's okay to cry," Derek hugged the boy, comforting him the only way he
knew how.

Kevin shook his head silently. "I don't wanna cry."  He didn't.

"We're sorry," Darin hugged Kevin too, almost crying himself in lieu of the
boy's surprisingly stoic acceptance. Or maybe it wasn't acceptance.  Maybe
the boy was in shock...or denial.

"Why?" Kevin asked simply.

"Hooooo boy..." Darin took a deep breath.

"We're not sure why," Derek rescued him somewhat.

"No, we don't really know," Darin added, we're only...we've been doing some
guessing but..."

"Guessing?" Kevin looked up at the two men plaintively.

It didn't take much genius to see the boy needed answers. "Your father
is...locked up," Darin began, looking at Derek for help in knowing just how
to explain something so dreadfully complex as the Colton Cox situation.

"We think maybe they had the Bahamians raid the island looking for
evidence," Derek continued as Darin faltered.

"Pictures of naked boys?" Kevin guessed.

"Pictues of naked boys, yes, I suppose," Darin recalled the vast erotic art
collection Jason Cox had acquired and proudly displayed.

"There was a TON of'em," Kevin acknowledged. "But...but why did they shoot
up the 'Laughing Boy'?

"That was the name of the boat?" Derek asked.

Kevin nodded.

"We don't think they did it on purpose," Darin tried to explain, "you see,
when the coast guard or navy wants a boat to stop so they can board it,
they usually try using a bull horn first then if that doesn't work they
fire a shot across the bow."

"From what we saw...the way it looked on the bow camera, we think the
gunner...or the captain, whatever, may have misjudged the speed of the
boat...the Laughing Boy," Derek added the guesswork.

"I saw that once in a movie on TV," Ronon put in, once more hugging
Kevin. Both boys were still naked from their little romp with Darin that
morning.

"No, shit, that fucker would do 55 knots without half trying," Kevin
proclaimed proudly.

Once more Darin and Derek looked at one another in surprise.  Darin doubted
the boy's claim, especially the 'without half trying' part but he didn't
doubt that Tina Cox had her running pretty much wide open, scared out of
her wits. He'd been pretty much scared out of his wits too and had been
running the Zee Ray wide open as a result.

"From what it looked like on the video..." Darin once more began.

"She drove that fucker right into it." Once more the boy surprised them.
Kevin had seen the video and easily come to the same conclusion they had,
it was that obvious. The video had captured much more of the scene that
either Darin or Derek had first realized, including the moments before the
Laughing Boy was fired upon...all in glorious 1080 HD color.

"How come no one picked'em up outta the water?" Kevin asked an equally
obvious qustion.

"We were too far off, and afraid they'd start shooting at us," Darin tried
to explain in his own defense. "As for...them...we...we're not sure, we..."

"We think possibly they didn't want any...witnesses to survive," Derek
finally told the boy bluntly. There was no other way to put it. Kevin
needed answers. He deserved the best they could give him.

Kevin again nodded in understanding. "I love my mother...not
just...just...fuckin' her and stuff, I...I really LOVE her." There was a
hearbreaking sob in his thin, nine-year-old voice but no tears this time as
he seemed unable to think of her in the past tense.

"Besides your dad, you have any other relatives, someone you could...you
know...go to...someone we need to contact?" Darin asked softly.

Kevin shook his head. "Will someone tell dad?"

"I'm sure someone will, soon if they haven't already," Derek comforted the
boy.

"No other relatives...aunts, uncles, grandparents?" Darin asked hopefully,
somewhat surprised.

"They all divorced the family," Kevin informed them.

The others looked at one another in dismay, even Ronon, sensing the boy's
deep lonliness now.

"We'll be your family," Ronon once more kissed Kevin.

"No one wanted anything to do with...us...with...incest," Kevin added by
way of explanation. "My grandparents are all dead...too."

"I'm sorry," Derek force a smile, near tears himself as he hugged the
sweetly beautiful little boy, who now seemed, suddenly, even younger,
smaller, sweeter and more beautiful in a sad sort of way than ever before.

"And my DAD might as WELL be dead," Kevin added, a desperately sad, squeak
to his voice, tears once more runniing down his cheeks even as he wiped
them away, trying valiantly not to break down.

"Maybe not," Derek said softly.  He reached in his shirt pocket and
withdrew Kevin's U.S. Passport.  He handed it to Darin.

Darin opened it, looked at it carefully as the two boys gazed up at him and
Derek questioningly.

"What's this supposed to mean?" Darin looked up.  "Unknown?"

"Probably more than it would seem," Derek suggested.

"Kevin did anyone ever...take a Q-tip or piece of cotton or gauze and wipe
out the inside of your mouth?" Derek asked the boy gently.

Once more Kevin shook his head, apparently not trusting his voice. "Some
doctors from the lab came an took some blood outta my arm one time I
remember...long time ago...I was maybe six or seven. I remember...scared
the fuck outta me.  I thought I was dying or something."

"Cox Pharm don't mess around..." Derek said in dismay.

"What are you talking abou...? A DNA test?" Darin suddenly realized.

"They took blood from me and a lot of the older boys that were there too,"
Kevin recalled, seemingly glad to have something besides his mom to talk
about.

"I might have guessed," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Huh?" Darin was as lost now as the others.

"Look, Colton Cox wouldn't have listed Kevin's father as 'unknown' on his
passport unless he'd pretty well eliminated all the
possibilities...including himself," Derek reasoned.

"When's your birthday, Kevin?" Darin asked.

"March 3rd," Kevin replied.

Darin turned his eyes up at the ceiling, thinking. "It fits..."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asked, a surprising strength returning to his
voice.

"Hoooo god, where to begin?" Darin sighed.

"Kevin, your father...is probably not...we think NOT your father..." Derek
told the boy. He knew he was raising far more questions than he was
answering. "Colton Cox is probably NOT your...  'biological' father," Derek
chose his words carefully.

"What's that mean?" Kevin asked.

"He's not...it was not his sperm which made your mother pregnant," Derek
went on.

"I know what the fuck 'biological' means," Kevin shot back almost
angrily. "If dad ain't my dad, then who IS?"

Darin handed the boy his passport, opened to the page indicating
parentage. "It says, 'unknown'."

"I can fuckin' READ!" There was an angry edge to Kevin's voice this
time. Derek and Darin had just taken from him his last remaining relative.
His mother was probably dead and they'd, essentially "killed" his father as
well.

"It means Darin MIGHT be your father," Derek told the boy simply.

"It DOES?" Darin reacted.

"REALLY?" Kevin brightened.

Darin reflected back a moment. "Yeah...really," he admitted softly

"Kevin, from what you say, my guess is that Colton Cox went to some effort
to try and identify your paternity; and, judging from this, failed,"
Derek's investigative reporter instincts serving him well. His gaze shifted
to Darin. "Of course you, Zac, maybe one or two others WEREN'T tested (I'm
assuming) so that narrows down the possibilities a good deal."

"YOU fucked my MOM?" Kevin asked, staring up at Darin wide-eyed.

Darin gazed down at the boy sympathetically, "yes, Kevin, I did...several
times. I was just a boy, hardly much older than you are right now, twelve I
think. Your mother was a couple years older. Your father and I were...close
friends.  We both fucked her...many times.

"Wow," Kevin reacted softly.

"I think you better tell him the whole story, he's going to find out
eventually," Derek added.

Darin grimaced, then slumped in resignation. "You see, Kevin, when I was
about twelve, I was kidnapped by your...guys working for your grandfather
and brought to Ecstasy Isle...not on that boat...not the one your mom was
on, but...Anyway, I was...trained, I guess you'd say, to be a sort of
sexual slave, so to speak..."

"Like me?" Ronon butted in. Derek had the urge to slap him. The others
chose to ignored him.

"There were eight or ten other boys on the island plus your dad and mom and
your grandparents," Darin continued. "We were all very...sexually active."

"Day and night..." Kevin identified with them from his own sexual
upbringing.

"Something like that," Darin admitted.  Anyway, after a while, your mother
decided she wanted to MARRY your father and...Colt and I."

"I knew mom and dad...mom and Colt were brother and sister," Kevin
acknowledged.

"You knew that?" Derek reacted in surprise.

"Fuck yessss," Kevin eyed him disparagingly, "I ain't no dummy."

"I can believe that," Darin smiled, appreciating the boy's sexual
awareness, even at such a young age.

"It was never any big secret," Kevin added.  "We joked about it
sometimes...you can divorce your wife but you can't divorce your sister..."

The three of them smiled at the boy's attempt at levity at such a moment.

"I didn't know about...about the...gettin' MARRIED thing though," Kevin
admitted.

"I'm not surprised," Darin smiled again, "It's not exactly socially
acceptable for a girl to marry her brother not to mention his best friend
at the same time."

"Who performed the ceremony, some witch doctor?" Kevin joked.

"Almost..." Darin had to laugh, "the king of Ecstasy, actually."

"Your grandfather," Derek translated. "He considered himself the 'king' of
the island."

"He WAS, too, whatever he said..." Darin's voice trailed off as a cold
chill ran down his spine.

"The next day after the wedding...Zac helped me escape from the island,"
Darin went on. "I had to change my name; I dyed my hair; they got me
papers...eventually a passport.  I became Darin Romeo."

"That when you grew the cute little moustache?" Kevin teased.

"Yeah," Darin smiled, tosseling the little boy's mop of blond hair. "We're
gonna have to get you a haircut before we lose your eyes forever."

"I like you're being my dad," Kevin smiled up at the man who, at the
moment, seemed more like his dad than his dad...than did Colton Cox.

"Well, I'm NOT...officially...yet anyway..." Darin reminded the boy.

"We're gonna have to arrange more DNA tests...you and Zac...Justin too
perhaps?" Derek reasoned.

"Do they have to poke me in the arm again and take my blood?" Kevin was
suddenly alarmed.

"No...now we just wipe your dirtly little mouth out with soap and..." Darin
teased his "son."

"It's as simple as a cotton swap, like at the dentist," Derek sought to
ease the boy's mind.

"THE DENTIST!" Kevin's mind wasn't eased, "I HATE dentists!"

"It won't hurt," Derek promised.

"Is that a promise, I hate dentists too," Darin sympathized with the boy.

"You won't feel a thing," Derek laughed.

"That means it's gonna hurt like hell," Ronon translated.

"Can I go now?" Kevin asked after a moment as his smile slowly faded.

"Of course, I'm sure you'd like to be alone now," Derek told the boy,
seeing through his brave little facade. He needed time to cry...in private.

"I want to be...alone with Ronon," Kevin took his older friend's hand and
kissed it, then Kissed Ronon.

Ronon tried to smile, then looked to Darin and Derek in dispair. It was
obvious he was way out of his league. He'd never been with a boy who had
just lost his mother...or discovered a new father.  He had no idea what to
say to Kevin, how to comfort him.

"Of course," Darin agreed, standing, resting his hands on both boys naked
shoulders as he walked them to the door of the salon leading to their cabin
below.

"More sex?" Derek wondered aloud once the boys had left.

"No, I don't think so...well, maybe...who knows?" Darin shrugged, "I hardly
remember being TWELVE, much less NINE."

"Kevin is hard to read," Derek sighed standing, staring out the
floor-to-ceiling window of the main salon.

"He took that surprisingly well," Darin stood beside him, staring with him
out at the horizon.

"He's hurting though," Derek countered. "His whole world...his entire life
has been torn apart."

"You see the look on Ronon's face?" Darin tried not to laugh at such a
time.

"Just the two of them down there," Derek tried to imagine the scene but
failed completely.

"Sex is about all either one of them know," Darin shook his head, looking
away, lost in his own thoughts and memories.

"I'm sorry about Ronon's little wisecrack," Derek stared at the floor,
recalling, "I coulda SMACKED him."

"No you couldn't," Darin disagreed, "you love him too much...and besides,
he was RIGHT. Ronon's as much a...a 'sex slave' as I was. My god, what have
I done to that boy?"

"There's a difference," Derek rested his hand on his friend's terry clad
shoulder. "You were FORCED into it. Ronon is here because he...he LOVES
it...loves sex so much, hell, the two of them are probably down there right
now fuckin' their pubescent BALLS off."


"Sorry about your mom," Ronon fell back on the only phrase of condolence
that he could call to mind as he physically fell backward onto the bed he
and Ronon occassionally shared when they were not otherwise occupied
sexually. He was naked but for once, his cock wasn't hard. Its tiny three
inches lay comfortably across his thin, nearly hairless groin.

"Thanks," Kevin stood in the middle of the floor staring down at him.

"You gonna cry?" Ronon asked softly.

"I think so," Kevin told his best friend and lover.

"Come here, lie down with me, we'll cry together," Ronon beckoned.

Kevin laid down next to the naked young boy he loved. "I love you," he said
at the exact same time Ronon said the exact same words. They laughed for a
second then kissed.

Kevin's face was wet. They held one another. Neither boy made a move
sexually yet each boy enjoyed the comforting feel of one another's naked
flesh against his own.

It was Ronon who began to cry. "I love you sooo much..."

"I wanna be with you forever," Kevin whispered between his own tears. He
kissed Ronon's face, tasting their tears.

The silence between the two young boys stretched into several minutes as
each wallowed in grief and love.

"Seems weird, Darin bein' my dad," Kevin finally said softly, his mind
concentrating on having gained a parent, rather than losing one.

"Darin's nice," Ronon kissed Kevin again, wiping the tears from the little
boy's sweet face.

"But...but we've like...fucked him...and sucked him...and...god, done all
kind of other sex stuff with him...with my...my father." Kevin's mind
struggled to align itself with his new reality.

"Maybe he's NOT your dad..." Ronon reminded him that Darin's fatherhood was
still no certainty. "Maybe Zac's your dad, or some other guy we don't even
KNOW?"

"He's my dad...I can feel it...I KNOW it," Kevin insisted. "I could sense
something...sense it when we fucked and stuff...it was nothing like when I
was...when Colt and I...did stuff together like that," Kevin tried to
explain.

"I hope you're right," Ronon smiled, hugging his naked little friend. "You
still gonna...you know, do stuff...fuck him and stuff...suck his cock and
stuff?"

"If you love someone...you...you want to give them pleasure, make them feel
good, right?" Kevin tried to explain as his fingers crept enticingly down
over Ronon's slender, naked torso, tangling themselves in the older boy's
sparse pubic hairs. He felt Ronon's cock harden along with his own.

"Like now?" Ronon smiled, kissing Kevin's lips with something other than
comforting condolences.

Kevin kissed him back. "Like now."