Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 12:08:15 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Working Boys Epilogue

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.

This marks the end of this story. If you like what you've read, let me know
at: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.

A new story, a sequel to this one, will appear here soon with many of the
same characters in quite different circumstances.


THE WORKING BOYS

EPILOGUE

"I now pronounce you husband and husband." Captain Darin Romeo intoned as
he, the wedding party, and a few carefully chosen guests stood on the aft
deck of the Zee Ray in the glorious mid-morning sun. "You may now kiss
the...each other." This same-sex marriage thing made for some tricky
wording of the wedding ceremony.

Ronon Parker delicately took the face of his new life-partner in his hands
and kissed his lips as a smattering of applause arose around them. Kevin
Cox would have none of Ronon's elegant little lip locks. He feverishly
gripped the older, slightly taller boy and bent him over in a classic
passionate kiss that literally took Ronon's breath away, and not
incidentally that of all those gathered to celebrate their juvenile
nuptuals. They laughed and applauded his shocking little performance.

"Thanks, dad," Kevin smiled up at his father then kissed him too with only
a little less passion than he'd kissed his husband. There was more cheerful
applause.

It had been almost a year since Kevin had lost his mother that terrible day
when the Bahamian government, urged on by prosecutors in the U.S., had
invaded Ecstasy Island. The feds had gotten what they wanted. Not just
"high art" paintings of men and boys having sex, but an enormous video
library secretly shot over a period of some ten to twenty years. There were
over a hundred counts in the indictment. The trial took six weeks, jury in
Miami took all of three hours to deliberate--barely time, columnist Derek
Chandler wrote in the "Gay Blade," to read the charges.

Derek Chandler hugged first Kevin then Ronon. Kevin was now ten, Ronon
thirteen. Nowhere on earth was the marriage legal except aboard the Zee Ray
and one other place--Ecstasy Island. "I love you both more than I can ever
say," he kissed first one, then the other, admiring their incredibly sexy
little white cutaway tuxedos--jackets, collars, bow ties complementing tiny
thong bikinis to keep their "junk," as Kevin called it, in place. No shirt,
no pants, no shoes, nothing else to hide the exquisite beauty of their
young adolescent boy-bodies.

Kevin Cox's DNA matched that of Darin Romeo, his new father, with 98
percent certainty. Moreover, Kevin was now a VERY wealthy little boy...or
WOULD be once he turned 18, still richer when he turned 21, and obscenely
so when he turned 25. His trust fund was valued in excess of $100 billion,
most of which would be out of his reach for more than ten years. He wasn't
the president and CEO of Cox International but his trust fund controlled
close to 60% of the company's stock. Ronon Parker, in contrast, had a
little over $76,235 in the bank--not bad for a boy of thirteen but a
pitance compared to that of his husband. The income from Kevin's trust
amounted to more than a million dollars a DAY. As for Colton Cox, he earned
$133 per month working in the laundry at a federal prison in Florida. The
pay wasn't much but the job security was top notch. He was guaranteed a
position there for 49 years and six months (assuming good behavior).

Marco Gonzales stepped forward from the small crowd to shake the hands of
the newlyweds. He seemed more than a little flustered as both boys hugged
him warmly, Kevin about five seconds longer than the man would have
liked. It was undoubtedly the first time he'd ever been embraced by two
half-naked young boys. Marco was somewhat wealthier too.  He'd successfully
sued the Bahamian government for the wrongful death of Tina Cox, winning
for his budding young client an undisclosed settlement, which Derek
Chandler had reported to be well into the nine-figure range. Marco's law
firm earned ten percent of that.

This money would be separate from the trust and was managed by Kevin's new
father, who'd vetoed Kevin's idea of buying a 200-foot yacht in which to
set up housekeeping. In lieu of that, Zac had offered to sell them the Zee
Ray.  Darin considered the deal, for maybe five minutes then vetoed that
idea too.  He didn't relish the thought of working for his ten-year-old
son. He did relent and by the boys a pair of jet skis. Zac had alterations
made to the Zee Ray to house the boys' new toys as well as having two
adjoining cabins converted into a spacious suite for the newlyweds to
cohabitate in under Darin's watchful eye.

The marriage thing had been Kevin's bright idea too--like mother like
son. At least Kevin only wanted to marry ONE boy. At first Darin had vetoed
THAT idea as well, shuddering as he recalled having once been a part of
such farce. But Kevin was nothing if not persistent and Ronon had a
persistent streak as well, so finally, having held them off for almost a
year, he gave them his blessing.

Of course the marriage wasn't legal. Not, that is, until Kevin read in a
newspaper that the Bahamian government had negotiated an out of court
settlement with Cox International for the return of Ecstasy Isle with the
added stipulation that they be deemed a "sovereign corporate entity,"
essentially a country on an equal footing with every sovereign country in
the world.  Of course, only the Bahamian government recognized that
sovereignty (for now anyway) but that mattered little. To Kevin, it meant
that Cox International could issue its major shareholder a marriage
license. They also humored the boy by certifying him as the ten-year-old
ruler of the twenty-acre sovereign "Land of Ecstacy."

In any case, the island was deserted now. The Bahamians had pretty well
ransacked the place; then a couple tropical storms had broken windows, also
knocking out the solar power system. Even the windmills had suffered. The
water reservoir leaked dry. Darin tried to talk the Cox people into
boarding up the place but the powers-that-be weren't in the mood to spend a
dime on what they deemed a source of embarrassment, despite having spent a
considerable sum fighting for the legal right to call themselves a
sovereign corporate entity based upon their ownership of the island. There
were certain lucrative tax advantages.

"So, young man," Marc Gonzales addressed the boy with a certain formal
reserve, hoping to avoid another embarrassing hug, "do you plan to pay a
visit to your...realm?"

"My what?" Kevin looked up at the lawyer who had recently made him even
richer than he had been before.

"I think he means Ecstasy Island," Derek suggested.

"Can we?" Kevin turned, pleading with his father.

"I can't imagine what for," Darin suggested, not in the least interested in
returning to a place bearing such uncomfortable memories. "The place is run
down, deserted, the beach has eroded, no power, no water...seagull shit all
over the place..."

"I guess that means no," Kevin sighed. He might be the ruler of "The Land
of Ecstasy," but he had his own ruler calling the shots. "Maybe someday..."

"We could maybe go there and build a wooden leanto and live like
castaways," Ronon fantasized.

Marc smiled indulgently, then turned his attention from Kevin and Ronon to
Darin and Derek. "I see you still have several of the boys from Benton
Beach aboard..."

"My crew," Darin explained. "Zac arranged to have five of them stay on,
Andy, David, Leon, Mark, and Alan." Darin surveyed his handsome teenage
entourage. "We're training them, educating them online, and trying to
temper somehwhat their...'professional' tendencies, shall we say."

"Yeah, he fuckin' BANNED Duralon on board," Ronon groused.

"Some of Cox's own studies have shown that long-term usage, especially by
teens, can have unexpected side effects."

"Yeah, sometimes ya get a hardon and it won't go down," Kevin told the
attorney with a good deal more bluntness than might be expected at a
wedding reception.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Derek called out, trying to quiet the other guests
as they sipped champagne and nibbled sushi, "...err...okay, just
gentlemen...Zac's daughter wanted to cum but her father was afraid she
might come between the newlywed couple...(there was a polite smattering of
laughter). Anyway, as best man, it's traditional that I should say a few
words and offer a toast. Before I begin, let me remind you I'm a writer,
not an editor so my comments may run a little long."

"That means ya might wanna find a seat," Kevin cracked. This time there was
real laughter.

"God, he's not only CUTER than I am but funnier too," Derek made another
attempt at humor. It fell flat.

"I've known these two boys for almost a year now and..." Derek began.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZ" Kevin mocked their best man. In no time, several others had
joined in for a group snore.

"It might seem like these two are a little young to be getting married
but...let me assure you, let me put to rest any rumors that might be going
around...neither of them are pregnant." This time Darin was a little more
successful in his pursuit of levity.

"But not for lack of trying," Ronon this time drew the laughter, more
hearty than Derek's.

"We plan to wait until I hit puberty," Kevin joked, not to be outdone by
his new husband. The crowd found that hilarious.

"Will you two just..." Derek was growing frustrated. "Ronon, one more
wisecrack outta you and I'll bring your MOTHER over to settle you down," he
threatened.

"Oh, god, no..." Ronon recoiled in mock horror, "not that, anything but
THAT!"

"We DID invite her, but she said she had to wash her BMW and couldn't make
it," Derek planted a little inside joke he really didn't expect the others
to get.  Surprisingly they all did. "Hmmm, Doreen must have
more...friends...than I thought."

"Mom has a way of making lots of friends," Ronon laughed with the others.

"Apparently," Derek laughed. "In any case, let me get on with this before
you guzzelers drink all Zac's expensive Dom Perignon...no wait...it's Dom
DeLuise 1999. Anyway, here's to Kevin and Ronon...Ronon and Kevin...two of
the sweetest, happiest, most beautiful young boys I've ever known. May they
love...and MAKE love...forevermore."

Kevin couldn't resist, "Man, that's gonna take a LOT of Duralon."