Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 00:48:49 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 6

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 6

"Hi." Derek once more greeted the young boy nervously, sitting down in a
nearby lounge chair now that they were alone.

"Hi," Ronon greeted him back, setting down primly in the seat next to
Derek's, smiling nervously, again nearly melting Derek into the
carpet. They'd all been right. Derek felt himself falling in love with the
boy whom he'd only met a couple minutes earlier and to whom he hadn't
spoken more than a dozen words.

"How old are you, Ronon?"  Derek began.

"Eleven," the boy replied. There was a musical quality to his delicate,
sweet voice. "I just had a birthday last week."

"You look much younger," Derek told him.

"Thank you, lots of guys tell me that," Ronon told him softly. Even his
voice sounded like that of a girl at times.

"You been with lots of guys?" Derek asked discretely.

"A few," Ronon admitted, clearly understanding Derek's unspoken
implication.

"I suppose they've all told you how incredibly...beautiful...you are too,"
Derek continued, totally captivated by the boy's apparent innocense yet
knowing full well the kid was anything but.

"A few," Rono repeated, chosing his words carefully.

Derek suspected the boy had never been interviewed before. He shook his
head in dismay.  No boy should be so sweet, so beautful, so incredibly
sexy. "How long have you and Devon been...sexual?"

"I guess..." Ronan paused, thinking back, "two or three years now."

"Since you were seven or eight?" Derek blinked in surpised.

"I forget," Ronan confessed, squirming a little in his seat, clearly
starting to become uncomfortable.

"Do questions like this bother you?"  Derek asked anxiously.

"No," Ronan replied softly.  "What bothers me...are these tight jeans,
pinches my...penis," he confessed.

"You can take them off if you like," Derek suggested, not sure if he was
hoping the boy would or wouldn't. "I don't mind."

Smiling in relief, Ronon stood up, unzipped his low-rise faded jeans, and
literally peeled them of his nubile little boy body.  Just as Derek
suspected, the boy wore no underwear.  Derek blinked in disbelief as he saw
the reason behind the boy's discomfort.  Ronon's cock instantly hardened
into a hairless five inches, nearly matching Devon's.

"My goddddd..." Derek couldn't help muttering under his breath as the boy
completed the picture of pre-pubic lovliness by also peeling off his shirt.

Ronan smiled, seeming slightly embarrassed as he left his clothes on the
floor at his now bare feet and seated himself back in the chair, pulling
one foot up into the seat thereby making sure Derek had a clear,
unobstructed view of his impressively hard cock. "That feels better," he
sighed.

Now Derek's jeans were starting to pinch his 'penis' as well, but he knew
better than to get naked as Ronon had if he wanted to conduct much of an
interview with the boy. "Do you enjoy being naked."

"It's okay," Ronon smiled, a non-commital answer if there ever was one.

"You seem so natural, are you naked like this often?" Derek asked.

"Ummmm...yeah, I guess," Ronon considered, "whenever it's not
inappropriate."

"I can't help wondering, are you...conscious...of just how...how beautiful
you are...for a boy, I mean..." Derek had to ask.

"I guess..." Ronon confessed, "I mean...I don't stand around looking at
myself in the mirror all the time but...I enjoy when men and boys, even
girls, look at me and smile and...you know...want to touch me and stuff."

"Do you like to be...touched?" Derek asked, taking notes, not trusting his
recorder to capture all he was seeing and feeling at the moment.

"Yes..." Ronon again smiled broadly.  Derek nearly slid out of his
chair. "Fuuck," he murmurred.

"What?" Ronon asked.

"I said...never mind..." Derek replied, embarrassed.  He rearranged his
rock hard cock in his pants as inobtrusively as he could but the look on
Ronon's face told him the boy was very much aware of the effect he was
having on him.

"You said, Fuuck..."  Ronon repeated his words.  "What did you mean?"

Derek wasn't used to being questioned himself during an interview by what
appeared to be a very sharp little boy as well as agonizingly cute. "I'm
sorry...it was just...just a kind of gut reaction...I must confess, I find
you extremely attractive sexually."  There, he'd said it.

Ronon smiled.  "You're very attractive too."

Derek's cramped cock hurt like hell but still he refused to join the boy in
his nudity. "Ronon, does it bother you that your best friend is in there
having sex with your mother?"

To Derek's surprise, the question seemed to embarrass Ronon a little.  He
smiled self-consciously. "No," he said simply. "My mom likes sex.  So does
Devon. If they get together and make each other feel good..."

"Do YOU like sex?" Derek asked him gently.

This time there was no embarrassment. "Sure," Ronon replied. "It feels
good."

"You and your mom ever have sex?" Derek asked the one question that had
intrigued him most about the boy and his mother.

"I sleep with her sometimes but..." Ronon admitted.

"Naked?" Derek pressed the boy.

"Yes," Ronon admitted.

"BOTH of you?"

"Yes," Ronon answered politely, answering clearly and honestly, if not
exactly volunteering anything.

"She doesn't..."

"Fuck me?" Ronon finished his thought.  "No...she likes young boys but she
doesn't think it's right to do it with me."

"No sex at all?" Derek found that hard to believe.

"Is jackin' off sex?" Ronon questioned.

"I'd say so," Derek replied.  "She jack you off?"

"Yes," Ronon told him, his voice soft and serious.

"And do you masturbate her?" Derek continued.

"What's masturbate mean?"

Derek was set back on his heels with that response. "Do you ever...use your
fingers...in her vagina and give her pleasure?"

"Vagina?"

Unless the kid was putting him on, he was amost unbelievably innocent in
some respects. "Her cunt? Is that the right word?"

"Yes," Ronon smiled, indicating Derek was once more on the right wave
length with him. "She has a vibrator, I use it on her cunt."

Derek took a deep breath and shook his head.  Strange situation he
decided. "Devon said you two were...first cousins?"

"On my dad's side." Ronon confirmed.  "Devon's dad and my dad are
brothers. My dad and mom are divorced."

No doubt, Derek thought to himself. "Your dad and Devon's dad
still...uhh...friends?" Derek wasn't sure how to put it.

"Well...a little more than friends, really, they..." Ronon began.

"Gay?" Derek guessed.

Ronon nodded.

"I see." Derek had guessed right. "And how do YOU fit into all this...your
father and your uncle...Devon's dad?"

"Sexually?" Ronon asked.

"Sexually, whatever?" Derek wasn't shocked but somewhat surprised at the
boy's reaction.

"They both like me to fuck them," Ronon dropped a bombshell.

"Really?" Derek didn't try to conceal his surprise. "And do you...LIKE
fucking them?"

"It's okay," Ronon recounted.  "I like it with Devon better, though."

"That's not surprising, I guess, you two being about the same age," Derek
suggested.

"Devon's a lot of fun," Ronon added on his own, almost gleeful.

"Yes, I...I can vouch for that," Derek smiled lovingly at the tiny boy
lounging completly naked and hard not three feet from him.  Ronon was kind
of half-heartedly stroking his circumcised boy-cock.

"You and Devon fuck?" Ronon did some more questioning on his own.

"Yes," Derek adopted Ronon's plain-spoken honesty. "He's very sexually
talented...for his age."

"You gonna...have sex with me?" Ronon asked softly, his voice so sweetly
beautiful Derek had the urge to cry.

"Do you WANT us to have sex?" Derek added, recovering his wits a little
from the boy's unexpected query?

"Lots of guys like to suck my cock...or jack me off," Ronon reacted. "I got
naked, I figured you'd..."

Derek was completely taken aback.  So, the kid had been trying all along to
seduce him; the "pinching my penis" bit had all been a ruse. Derek guessed
the sweet and innocent bit was also an act. He was torn.  Half of him
wanted to take the beautiful, young, naked little boy in his arms and
completely devour him. The other half found it all too easy.  He didn't
much like to be manipulated, especially by a horny little street-smart kid
masquerading as an innocent child of ten or eleven.

Suddenly, from the bedroom came a loud, hoarse, wail of what sounded like
excruciating pain.

"They're done," Ronon said, looking around, expecting his naked mother to
rejoin them any second.

"Musta been quite an orgasm?" Derek smiled, the words coming out of his
mouth he'd intended to be merely words spoken to himself.

"She always sounds like that," Ronon confided.

"Tell me, Ronon, how often does she come over here?"

"Every Saturday morning...she calls it HER fucking lesson, just before
MINE." Ronon explaining, loosening up somewhat as he began to realize Derek
had not come over to rape him, also that his sweet and innocent act had
been fruitless.

"That's convenient," Derek laughed.

"She'd come over every DAY but it cost too much." Ronon went on.

"I think he said something about seven-hundred an hour?" Derek recalled
from Devon's earlier boast.

"Usually eight, but Devon gives her a discount," Ronon divulged.  "Only
five..."

"Family discount..."  Derek smiled.

Ronon looked at him questioningly. Even though he looked much younger, once
Derek started getting to know him, he actually seemed older than he was,
except for when the boy's mind sometimes slipped back into its
eleven-year-old mode.

"She IS his aunt, after all," Derek explained. "Even at five-hundred, I can
see how it might get expensive," Derek smiled, unable to keep one off his
face every time he even LOOKED at the beautiful young boy sprawling so
seductively naked and hard there in the next chair.

"Your turn, kid," Doreen Parker came out briskly, completely naked and
looking somewhat the worse for wear.

"Gotta go," Ronon told Derek almost apologetically.

"You're still DRESSED?" Doreen reacted as she watched her naked young son
disappear behind the impressive bedroom double doors.  "God, the kid must
be slippin'"

"No, he's quite the sweet little seducer," Derek admitted, "it's just
that...I had my first taste of Duranol last night and I've not quite been
the same since...if you know what I mean."

Doreen stood there before him bare feet firmly planted, her shaven cunt
literally dripping this time. "I want you to fuck me," she told him with
shocking bluntness. "You said you were gay, you ever...you know, try women
just for a change of pace?"

"Actually, I'm bi," Derek told her, not daring to move an inch. "And yes, I
have...part of the reason I'm rather short on libido now, I might add."

"I'm not sure just what 'libido' means but...come on, get naked, I want
your cock in my cunt." Doreen told him obscenely, making her intentions
exquisitely clear. Then, without warning, she fell to her knees in front of
him and began deftly attacking his belt, then his zipper.
"Mmmm...commando...nice choice of underwear, I just love brief's." She
jerked his shorts suddenly and relieved him of them with a move that left
Derek's head swimming and his hard, throbbing man-cock at twelve o'clock
high. "The briefer the better, and man, yours appear to be about as brief
as they come...or CUM," she added, driving home her point.

"Didn't you and Devon just..." Derek's words hadn't cleared his teeth
before he felt her go down on his cock.

Mentarily Doreen lifted her head from Derek's soaring hardness. "I'm a
heart-healthy horny young slut...I need all the sex I can get...and GET all
the sex I need; and right now I need this fuckin' cock."  Having lubricated
it with her oral minstrations, Dorene suddenly slipped astradle Derek'
slender hips and not so slender cock, letting out a loud cry of naked
sexual joy as she expertly slipped it into her, savoring every inch as it
glided in deeper and deeper unti they were quite literally 'joined at the
hip.'  "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she sighed as she sqirmed around wantonly on his
pleasure prong, finishing the job of completely undressing him as they
fucked.

"God, you're something fuckin' ELSE!"  Derek sighed as he began to flex his
cock up into her from where he sat. He recalled Doug's description of her
as a cross between Mrs. Brady and Gypsy Rose Lee.  He wasn't wrong.

"You like my cunt?" Doreen teased him as she fucked wildly, bouncing up and
down on his seven-inch cock.

"Best cunt I ever fucked..." Derek smiled insincerely, though his words
weren't far from the truth in that he'd not fucked all that many cunts in
his sheltered sexual life.

"You want a quickie or a marathon?" Doreen panted as she really fucked him
hard.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Fuck no, I need another orgasm...and I have the feeling after seeing and
talking to my cute little naked boy in there, you need one too," Doreen
guessed.

Derek didn't want to admit it but she'd guessed exactly right.
"Ohhhhhhhfucccckkkkk fuckkkkk....fucccckkk, you're fuckin' good, lady."
Derek complimented her.

Doreen laughed, "thanks, and don't call me lady," She insisted.

"Bitch?" Derek tried again.

"Better," Doreen fucked him, "Usually it's fuckin' bitch but that's close
enough. Ohhhhh shiiit, I love your cock, man, so big and..."

"Especially after Devon's?" Derek read between the lines.

"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhhnnnngggh...something like that," Doreen
punctuated each downward thrust.

"You musta been about...eighteen or so when you got pregnant with Ronon..."
Derek might be getting fucked flat out, but he was still a reporter.

"Fifteen...lost my virginity the night I got pregnant," Doreen cranked up
the pace as she spoke. "Fuck me, fucker, fuck the living shit outta me,
man, I want your cock, I wanna feel it, man, really wanna feeeeell it,
feeeeeeelll it, feeeeell it."

"Twenty-five?" Derek did the math.

"Hey, watch your mouth, you think I look older?" Doreen suddenly became
sensitive.

"I didn't say that...OOhhhhhh fuck..." Derek reacted to her sudden
vengeance on his cock, giving him an incredible jolt of pure sexual
pleasure.

"I heard what you said...and how you said it," Doreen seemed to fuck still
harder and better when she was angry, though this was hardly more than a
quick spat.

"So, you got married at 15 and..." Derek sought to continue the interview
despite his sexual activities. It wasn't easy.

"Who said anything about married," Dorene shot back.

"I think I remember Ronon saying something to that effect..." Derek told
her.

"He tells people that...he wants very much to be normal...to be like every
other boy..." Doreen sighed as she fucked Derek harder and harder with
every thrust. "Despite the fact he's ungodly beautiful, hung like a small
horse, and has a fuckin' bitch for a mother."

"So, Devon and Ronon are biological cousins but not exactly LEGAL cousins,
is that right?"

"Something like that, sure," Doreen admitted.  "Say, you think we might
just FUCK each other instead of all these questions, I can't cum thinkin'
about a bunch of stuff don't make no difference about anyway."

"Sure, just promise me an interview after our orgasms, okay?" Derek made a
counter proposal, starting to get the feeling Doreen probably wasn't the
brightest star in the big dipper.

"Deal..." Doreen agreed.

"So, fuck me..." Derek urged, lying back, enjoying the feeling in his cock
of getting fucked and by someone who knew how!

"Ohhhhh, no, I ain't doin' all the work, man, you gotta fuck me back,"
Doreen insisted, her firm, luscious breasts bouncing in time with Derek's
upward pelvic thrusts.  He reached up, gripping them massaging them.  Devon
had been right. They really were quite real, nothing like Jadyn's sculpted
mammaries.

"Ohhhhh, fucccckkk...fuccckkkk...fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me...Derek, is it?" Doreen was fucking the hell out of his cock but
couldn't remember his name.

"God, you're HOT!" Derek gasped as his cock started reacting violently to
what she was doing to him, his orgasm growing closer and closer by the
second.

"Damned fuckkin' right I'm hot, hotter'n anything you ever fucked before,
right?" Doreen went fishing for compliments.

"My experience with...OHHHHHAHHHEHHH fuuucccckkkk...the female sex is
somewhat...aheigiehaeirhghehghhghghehhahehhg," Derek could hardly breathe,
much less talk or think, his cock was taking such a sexual thrashing inside
her hyperactive cunt.

"My god, you ain't no VIRGIN are you?" Doreen laughed.

"Does it FEEL like I'm a virgin?" Derek punctuated his question with a
frantic series of powerful, driving thrusts of his cock inside her.

"Whoooooo, ride'em cowboy,ooehghehhaehiioehoweeeeeeee...no I guess not, but
you fuckin' SOUND like one," Doreen cried as she thoroughly enjoyed Derek's
cock. "How cum you didn't mollest my boy when you had the chance?"

"Now who's fuckin' talkin' too much?" Derek gasped as his orgasm nearly
overtook him. Moreover, her question was one he'd been asking himself. He'd
not arrived at an adequate response.

"I'm fuckin' ready when YOU are, let's cum," Doreen was growing impatient.

"AIEIIGHEAEIROHEOHEHREHHGHHGGH
EOOEHOIGHEIHIRIRIEHGHH..L.EIGHEHIAHEROIHGOEIHIEHGHGHHAH...OHHEHGHEHHGHG
FUCCCCKKKK..." Derek shot his cum hard and deep and repeatedly, a good six
or eight spurts.

Doreen let out the same bellowing wail Derek had heard before.  Her son had
been right. "AEIGHEAOEIRHOEIHAHEIIGHH...
AWIIHEAHEHHEHHAHHHAHWHHWHWHWHHWHWWWWHHH...EIGBHEOAIERHHHGHEHGHHHGHHAHHGEIIIGHHHAHH...EIGHHAHEHHEHHRHGIEIIGHHGHHGHHH...
EIIGEHAHAAHHEHHEEHHGHEHGHHGAOEIIGHGHHHH..." no words, just this ungodly
wail.

Derek found it
unnerving. "AWEEWWEIIGHEAHEHRHHGHEHIAIIIIEIEGHHHHHHHGHIII...IEHGHEHAEHHHIIHGHEHHGHGHHHHH..."
He tried to imitate it as he continued his orgasmic ejaculation.

Doreen seemed stunned at first, the broke down in wanton laughter, even as
her hot cun continued to milk Derek's cock of every last drop of cum. "I
know, Ronon hates it when I do that...I think it scares him a little,
knowing he can give his mother such incredible sexual pleasure."

"You fuck him?" Derek asked, trying to confirm Ronon's story.

"Fuck nooooo..." Doreen recoiled as she settled down a little, still deeply
impaled on Derek's cock. "I'm a slut, but I'm not...what'd he tell you?  He
tell you I fucked him?"

"No, in fact he made it a point to tell me you DIDN'T," Derek smiled up at
her. "I think the term motherfucker kind of puts him off,"

"Hmmmm...yes, well, puts ME off...now his dad...incest don't bother him one
fuckin' little bit but..." Doreen rambled on.

"You have any contact with his dad?" Derek probed.

"Do I still fuck him? Shit no...Ronon does though, daily almost." Doreen
ranted a little.

"How do you feel about that?" Derek asked, realizing he was starting to
sound like Doctor Phil.

"I don't much LIKE it, but...what the hell, it's HIS cock, he's eleven
years old now..."

"I take it his DAD likes it," Derek smiled to himself as he watched the
momentary changes of expression on Doreen's face as he asked questions she
obviously wasn't comfortable answering, yet seemed unable to NOT answer.
She was quite the talker.

"BOTH of them, Ronon's dad and Devon's both, they use poor Ronon like their
own private little FUCK toy," Doreen complained. "They'd be fuckin' HIM too
if he wasn't so little and they weren't so fuckin' BIG."

"How big?" Derek asked

"BIG!! Ten at least..." She suddenly seemed wistful.

"Are you sure Devon and Ronon aren't BROTHERS...half brothers?" Derek asked
instinctively.

Doreen seemed genuinely shocked by Derek's words, and momentarily
speechless as well. "God you're good," she suddenly gushed, "not just your
fuckin' COCK, you really ARE a reporter."

"You thought I came over here just to molest your son?" Derek asked
perceptively.

"Something like that..." Doreen admitted as she suddenly roused herself
from his cock and stood off, contemplating Derek's nakedness.

"You didn't answer my other question?" Derek reminded her.

She was silent, her back now turned.

"You promised me an interview if we fucked," Derek further reminded her.

"I never told anyone this..."

"You're NOT sure?" Derek guessed.

"No, I'm sure, alright," Doreen paused, unsure if she wanted to go on.

Derek waited.

"They ARE brothers...half...you know...like you said," Doreen
confessed. "How'd you guess?"

"The resemblence..." Derek told her softly, "damned near identical cocks."

"Promise you won't tell no one...especially not Ronon," Doreen begged, her
voice just short of a sob.

"No one else knows?" Derek questioned.

Doreen shook her head, in tears, her voice no longer her friend.

Derek stood, reaching around from behind, holding her in his arms, feeling
the warm wetness of her sexual juices between them. "Your secret's safe,"
he whispered, kissing the back of her neck.