Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2012 00:38:14 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 10

In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with
"The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed." "EcstasyInc," like the
previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy
Renewed," 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. Most of the characters from the
earlier stories have returned, but there are also quite a number of new
characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment.

Once more, this story 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 as you read 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 two to three 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: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way
meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. All drugs
mentioned are fictitious.

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


ECSTASYINC

CHAPTER 10


The racket was horredous. Alec and the two naked young boys clinging to him
awoke with a start. Alec peered at the alarm clock next to the bed it was
almost nine a.m.

"What the fuck is that noise?" Lonnie asked, his voice totally drowned out
before the words were all out of his mouth.

"Sounds to me like a helicopter," Alec scrambled from between the two boys
on the bed and hurried to the folding glass doors leading to the broad deck
overhanging the beach.  He fully expected to see a chopper landing on the
beach below. The beach was deserted. Moreover the sound wasn't coming from
he beach. It seemed to be coming from directly overhead. "Fuck, there must
be a helipad on the ROOF," he realized.

"On the roof?" Loren tried shouting over the din. The noise began dying
down.

"When we came in, we must not have noticed," Alec laughed. Despite the fact
he was bare assed naked, he went out on the concrete deck and peered up. A
large, round, steel reinforced platform was cantilevered out from the house
overhanging the deck. He'd never seen a helipad from below before but what
he saw fit pretty much the way he would have imagined it.

"Someone's coming down the lift," Loren announced, peering through the
dining room as he heard the elevator making a dull whir.

"I think we all better get dressed, we're about to have company," Alec
suggested as he began searching for his pants.  The best he could do was a
fluffy, tan-colored terry robe which he managed to don as he saw a man exit
the elevator. The man was of medium build wearing yellow, knee-length
shorts, white sneakers, and a tight, white t-shirt. His short blond hair
gave him a California surfer look.

"You the Aussie dudes we're suppose to pick up?" the man asked once he saw
Alec.

"I guess I'm ONE of them," Alec told him as, out of the corner of his eye,
he saw the two kids struggling into their shorts. "We weren't told when you
were to arrive...hell, we didn't even realize there was a chopper pad UP
there," Alec admitted. "We came in last night and just fell into bed with
jet lag and...oh, I'm sorry, I'm Alec McKee," he introduced himself shaking
hands with the man he assumed was a chopper pilot responsible for waking
them out of a dead sleep.

"Joe Thomas," the well-tanned, good-looking twenty-something pilot dazzled
Alec and the boys with his smile.

"This is Lonnie and...hope I'm getting them straight...Loren?" Alec
guessed. The boys had managed to get their shorts on but little else.

"Glad to meet ya mite," Lonnie shook hands with the pilot. "You make a
damned good alarm clock."

"This is...Pooh Bear Harvest?" Joe looked at the two boys in surprise. "I
was expecting old Winnie himself with a harvest of honey."

"Someone at Cox has a warped sense of humor," Alec explained. "Tell me, are
you on a tight shedule or can we grab a bite of breakfast...you can join us
if you like.

"Got milk?" the man asked.

"I beg your pardon?" Alec reacted.

"Got milk? You never heard of that, have you," Joe suddenly realized. "They
don't have that ad in Australia? You know, the milk moustach?"

"Uh...no...I...I guess not," Alec looked at him askance as they headed for
the kitchen to see what they could find to eat. "You boys go finish getting
dressed," he ordered the twins.

"Right, Mite," Loren saluted sarcastically, then ignored him. "I'm hungry
too, you know."

"No worry, we got time after breakfast, your plane doesn't leave until
10:55...it's a short hop," Joe assured them. "Mmmmm...orange
juice...yogurt, cream cheese, an apple, two onions, and...I'm not sure what
this is...or was...kind of fuzzy and green now though," the pilot withdrew
an organic blob from the fridge and quickly disposed of it. "Maybe you
little dudes better do like your dad says and get some clothes on, we can
find you something at LAX."

Alec started to correct the pilot's false impression then decided to let it
ride. There's be fewer questions and fewer embarrassing answers that way.

"Father, maybe YOU had best don some wearing apparel as well," Lonnie went
along with the gag even as he satirized their plight.

"We can take off whenever you're ready," Joe told them, taking a big bite
out of the apple from the refrigerator.

Their clothes weren't quite a fresh and neatly pressed as the day before,
but some fifteen minutes later Alec and his "sons" were heading for the
elevator. "Should we lock up?"

"This place?" Joe laughed. "Hell, it'd take you all day just to CLOSE all
the doors, much less LOCK them. The housekeeper will be here sometime
before noon, she'll see to it."

"Oh...okay...well...looks like we're all squared away," Alec looked about
uncertainly as the boys stood waiting, grippng their carry-on
bags. Together they boarded the elevator taking them up to a part of the
house they hadn't even realized existed.

Waiting outside the chopper was another man. "This ugly fucker is my
co-pilot, Axel Rose," Joe introduced him.

"Axel Rome," the man corrected as he formally shook hands with Alec and the
boys, looking from one to the other, seeking some slight, telltale
difference between the two. "Bookends, I'd say," he judged. "How's things
down under?"

"Upside down?" Lonnie reported.

"We were having a hell of a time hanging on, keeping from falling off,"
Loren added, having apparently heard that bit of small talk before. "That's
why we left."

"Oh...Uhhh...right," Axel forced a smile, apparently not expecting such a
quick, witty retort. He silently helped the boys get buckled in and nodded
to a rear-facing seat in the cramped aircraft for Alec. "You ever fly in
one of these egg beaters before?"

"No, sir," both boys replied in two-part harmony. "Have you?"

"Smart asses," Axel muttered good-naturedly under his breath. "Just for
that, we'll skip the fly-over of the nude beach just down the coast."

"Fuck the nude beach, how about droppiing in at the nearest McDonald's?"
Lonnie suggested.

"Stike and Shike would be grite," Loren suggested.

"Stike and Shike would be grite," the co-pilot mimicked Loren's
accent. "Listen, I got half a bag of stale popcorn up front," Axel joked as
he closed and locked their door. "Which I plan to eat all by myself on the
way," he continued as he climbed into his own seat.

"Don't mind him, boys, his bite ain't half as bad as his barf," Joe told
them as he started the engine and watched the rotors begin slowly turning
above them. "Which way to LAX, Ax?"

"Attaway," Axel pointed straight out to sea.

"He's a hell of a navigator too," Joe told them over the intercom as the
chopper again rose to a mighty din, then rose gently into the air, banked
sharply to the left, then sped off heading southeast. "I just do the
opposite of what he says."


There wasn't a lot of conversation on the way to the airport. Even with the
headsets, talking over the chopper's intercom was a shouting
proposition. Alec and the boys had to be content to occassionaly just point
to some interesting landmark such as the Hollywood sign or the Griffith
Park observatory.

Joe had been right. By chopper it was just a short hop to LAX, no traffic,
no parking, no checking bags. All they had to do was check in, show their
passports, and pick up their boarding passes, zip through security, then,
with time to spare, Joe treated the boys to pancakes at an IHOP on the
concourse which led to their gate. Once they'd eaten, being first-class
passengers, they marched straight onto the plane once boarding began, ahead
of all the tourist riff-raff waiting at the gate.

"I could get used to this," Loren smiled as he and his brother quickly
buckled into their seats then sipped the complimentary lemon-lime soda
served them in lieu of champagne Alec was enjoying.

"Now we have to just sit here and bloody WAIT for all the peons to get on,"
Lonnie complained. "We should have just taken the helicopter all the way
to...what's this place we're going to? Boston?"

"God, I hope not," Alec laughed. "Miami...Miami, Florida."

"Is that very far?" Loren asked in geographical innocense.

"Naw, just clear across the continent," Alec joked, "about four hours."

"Do they have a Disneyland?" Loren asked hopefully.

"Better than that, they have Disney WORLD!" Alec told him, "except it's 400
miles north of where we're going."

"You suppose the pilot would do a fly-over if we'd ask nice and proper?"
Lonnie suggested. At first Alec thought he was joking.  He wasn't.

"I...I think it might be a bit out of his way," Alec replied, supressing a
laugh. "Besides, where we're going is TEN TIMES better than Disney...ten
times more expensive too, from what I've read."

"Do we have to pay to get in?" Lonnie asked seriously.

"Only if you don't get naked," Alec whispered. "Then it's a hundred dollars
a day."

"All I got is twenty-two American dollars," Lonnie lamented.

"Well, that'll get you by for a couple hours, I guess," Alec joked.  He
wasn't sure if Lonnie believed him or not.

The plane took off. Three hours and fifty-two minutes later it landed. It
was raining kittens and puppies. To the boys' dismay it was six p.m. local
time. Neither of them could quite wrap their ten-and-a-half-year-old minds
around that. Alec made the mistake of further trying to explain that it was
tomorrow in Australia. That made less sense to them than their joke about
hanging onto the landscape upside down "down under."

"Hi, I'm Mark Lowenstien, Cox Miami, your flight to Nassau was rebooked
while you were in the air, I'm here to shepherd you through
all...this...and get you off to some better weather," a man Alec had never
met before greeted them as they left the secure area.

"Alec McKee," Alec introduced himself as they shook hands. "We're Project
Pooh Bear Harvest from Brisbane."

"And who do we have here?" Mark beamed at his second batch of Pooh Bears
he'd met.

"I'm Lonnie," Loren told him

"No, I'M Lonnie, he's lyin'" Lonnie insisted.

"You're lyin', I'm Lonnie." Loren insisted. "you were Lonnie yesterday,
it's MY turn today."

"One these bloody dingos is Lonnie the other Loren, and right now I don't
give a flyin' fuck which is which," Alec told his American counterpart as
they headed for the Bahamarama Air charter desk. "I take it our flight was
cancelled do to the inclement weather?"

"Delayed is more like it," Mark told them, "12 to 24 hours, depending on
the raindrops falling on our heads. Cox added up the cost of a hotel, food,
and transportation in Miami and decided it would be cheaper to find a
charter still flying."

"What about SAFER?" Alec questioned.

"You're new to Cox, right?" Mark guessed. "Otherwise you wouldn't ask."

"It's really droppin' outta the sky right proper," Lonnie, AKA Loren
observed.

"Are you so sweet you're gonna disolve, you get a bit damp?" Marked joked
with the boy.

"Another fuckin' GAY one," the real Lonnie guessed.

"Nothing wrong with their gaydar?" Alec noted.

"Is everyone what works for Cox gay?" Loren questioned.

"No, it just SEEMS that way," Mark sniffed, "and for your information, my
little bear cub, I'm NOT."

"Hmph...well, that makes ONE of us," Lonnie laughed.

"Cheeky little buggers, ain't they?" Mark noted as he checked in with the
charter airline.

"Lonnie, hush," Alec told the boy quietly, worried as to what one or both
of his twins might say or do as they again went through security.

"Yes, SIR, milord," Lonnie again snapped to attention and delivered his
mock salute. He did, nonetheless, restrain himself as they jumped through
all the TSA hoops and hurdles to make their way in the rain to the private
jet that would take them on the next leg of their journey.

"What happened to those tunnel thingies like before?" Loren asked as he
folded his umbrella into a special receptical on board the small jet
aircraft.

"It's LITTLE," Lonnie gaped in dismay at the rather cramped cabin.

"You just answered your brother's question," Alec told them. "Spread out, I
think we're the only passengers."

"Good afternoon, I'm Jonas, your co-pilot, also your cabin steward," a
surprisingly young man greeted them as Alec and the boys buckled into seats
opposite one another across the narrow aisle. There were about ten empty
seats. "If there's anything you need during the flight, just press this
little button over your heads and if I'm not too damned busy helping fly
the plane, I'll see what I can do."

"I'll have a beer," Lonnie ordered.

"Rum and Coke for me," Loren added.

"Sorry, boys, I just finished the last Coke on board, the captain drank all
the beer, but I think I have some cherry Kool-Aid back there in the
fridge," the man joked.

"One bottle of water each," Alec ordered, then whispered to their host,
"they don't hold their liquor too well."

"Right away," Jonas smiled as he squirmed his way down the aisle to the
back.

It wasn't beer, or rum and Coke, but it was plentiful. Jonas supplied Alec
and his obnoxious pair each with a full liter of Adam's Ale.

Alec smiled, thanked the man, then twisted the cap.  It hissed at him. It
was sparkling water.

"Ooooooo...this ain't water, it's bloomin' GIN," Lonnie decided as he took
a sip, tasted it, then took a second, quite sizable swig. "Ohhhhhh,
FUUUUCCCCKKKKK...it burns!"

"It SAYS water...what's car...bon...ate...ed mean?" Loren questioned,
reading the label.

"It means drink it slowly or you'll get drunk," Alec lied.

"They're not supposed to serve this to minors, are they?" Lonnie suggested,
as he took another, much more restrained sip.

"Probably not," Alec laughed as he capped his own bottle and put it in the
net pouch in front of him. "I should probably file a complaint when we get
to Nassau."

"Hey, we're movin'" Loren cried in delight as he peered out the tiny
window, watching the airport shift position right before his eyes.

"Hope this buggy has good windshield wipes," Lonnie said as they taxied
toward the runway. The airport wasn't closed but air traffic was light
because of many cancelled flights.

"It's like takin' off in a flying school bus," Loren laughed as the jet
lifted off and seemed to soar effortlessly into the dark, forboding sky.

"We'll be above this soon," Alec promised...or at least he HOPED they
would.

"If it's raining on Ecstasy, it'll be GOOD we're naked," Lonnie reasoned.

"How long does it take to get to Ecstasy?" Loren asked, "should we take our
clothes off now?"

"I'm not sure," Alec told him, "and in any case, we're stopping in Nassau,
first. I think the rest of the trip will be by helichopper. So you better
wait to disrobe."

"Coool, I like helichoppers," Lonnie giggled as he reclined his seat and
unfastened himself from it.

Alec fondly hoped that once they were in the air the boys would doze
off. Instead, it was HE who dozed off. It was a short nap, though. About
twenty minutes later, they hit an air pocket which jarred him awake.

"Ooooaoaoohhhhhh..." Alec heard one of the boys a couple seats back.

"Ooaooaoehhahehhhhahhahhhhh fuccckckkkk...." the other one cried softly.

Alec looked back over his shoulder. His eyes nearly popped. Both the boys
had their shorts down around their ankles and were unashamedly stroking
their hard little boy-cocks like there was no tomorrow. He started to stop
them, but then decided the scene was too cute to disrupt. Mounted on the
forward bulkhead was a tiny surveilance camera. Alec smiled. The guys in
the cockpit must be getting quite an eyeful. He wondered if they were
enjoying the show, maybe even joining the boys in their impromptu sexual
reverie.

"First one to pop...uhh...gets to fuck Alec," Lonnie whispered loud enough
for Alec to have to fight back an incriminating laugh.

"I don't wanna fuckin' fuck Alec, jeeeez," Loren complained. "How about
last one to cum has to suck the other's cock?"

"No way, you're probably a really lousy cocksucker." Lonnie assumed he'd be
the winner of such a contest.

"Probably, since ain't I never done it before," Loren admitted as he
nonetheless continued stroking his stiff young boy-cock.

"Feelin' good?" Lonnie asked his brother softly, watching Loren's fist blur
right before his eyes.

"No, I'm fuckin' doin' this just for the exercize," Loren shot back
sarcastically, "buildin' up my bicuspids."

Alec REALLY had to stifle himself after that line.

"Startin' to ache," Lonnie moaned as he did more than a little exercizing
himself.

"Me too," Loren gasped.

"Feels goooood."

"Love this feeling..." Loren murmurred softly as his pleasure mounted deep
inside him.

"You're sexy when you're almost there," Lonnie watched his brother approach
his orgasm.

"I'm close," Loren sighed.

"Let's do it together.

"Almost..." Loren struggled not to cry out as the feelings deep inside his
thin, naked loins grew incredibly intense.

"AHHHAEIIRAOIEIAIOEHHHHRHIIEIIOIHHHH...CUMMMMMINNNNGGGG....HAHGHEOAIEHRHHAHEHRHHGHHH!"
Lonnie beat his brother by a few strokes, twisting, squirming in sexual
agony in his seat as the masturbated his cock more slowly, wringing from it
and his entire slender little boy-body every last ounce of boyish sexual
pleasure he could.

"MEEEEEEE...TOOOOOOOO....AHGHEAHIEIRHHAHEHHGHHH FUCCCCKKK...AGHEAOIEHRIOIH
GOD, FEELS GOOD...GOOO. HGOEIOIHO FUCK, REALLY, REALLLY, OOAHEOIAHEORH GOD,
REALLY FUCKIN' BLOODY GOOOOODDDD....AHGHHAEIRIIIHAHHH..." Loren moaned and
groaned and grunted his way through his heaving, thrusting, throbbing dry
orgasm.

"Shhhhhhhh...you'll wake Alec," Lonnie warned, his orgasm now starting to
wane.

"I can't HELP it...ooahOIOHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD, FEELS GOOD, GHOEAOIIEIRHHOOHI,
FUCCCKKK...BEST ONE I EVER HAD, OHHHH MAN, OHHH FUCK, FUCK
FUCCCKKKKKKK...STILL FEELIN' IT, GHHAHOEOIHROAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"

It was all Alec could do to hold back. He didn't want to ruin the brothers'
lovely moment of boyish sexual bliss, yet he wanted desperately to peer
back at their surprised faces and welcome them to the pre-pube version of
the "mile high club."