Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 18:14:53 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 23 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 23 "Here." "What's that for?" Derek asked numbly as he lifted his lips from those of his beautiful young stepson who was still almost delerious with naked sexual pleasure having shot his first load of boy-cum. "It's a Cox Pharm specimen vial," Jack Jordan told Derek, "The mad scientists over there are gonna want to analyze every drop; scoop up all you can get. It's standard procedure drummed into us the other day in anticipation that each of the boys would soon be having their 'first time' in the next few weeks." Derek accepted the small plastic container and did his best to coax all of Buddy Bristol's surprisingly generous load of watery boy-cum into the vial, shaking his head in dismay as he managed fill it more than half full. "They're gonna have to get bigger containers," he smiled up at Jack as the man accepted the specimen and capped it, then set about attaching a label with Buddy's name and the exact time and date with Derek listed as a "witness." "Our first," Jack smiled down at the two as others gathered around, congratulating Buddy for having, essentially, "given birth" to his first offering of sperm. "You gonna be alright?" Derek asked the still somewhat dazed little eleven-year-old, sprawled all over the mirror bright marble floor. "Only if you do it to me again," Buddy joked. "I think you better rest a bit," Derek told the naked young boy wisely. "Shooting your first load takes a lot out of ya, especially a load like that." "Do I REALLY taste that bad?" Buddy question. "Worst cum I ever tasted," Derek smiled down at him, "bitter, salty, horribly acidic," he told Buddy quite honestly. "Remind me not to go suckin' on your brother." "Speaking of brothers," Bobby stared down at them surrounded by now with virtually every naked young boy in the house who wasn't actually having an orgasm at the moment. "Do me now, Derek, I wanna shot my cum too." "DIY," Derek told him. "DIY?" "Do it yourself," Derek translated, "I think you probably know how by now." "That's no fun," Bobby objected. "Hey, someone wanna try and make me cum...make me shoot my sperm just like Buddy. We're twins, if he can do it, I can too." Before the words were out of Bobby's mouth Jamie and Jesse Janson were both kneeling before him, sucking on him, kissing one another ravenously with Bobby's hard little cocklet between their lips, orally fighting over which one would actually get to suck him the most. "You two beware, keep your tongue clear once he starts shooting, that stuff could be fatal," Derek joked as he sat up, watching with some interest to see if Bobby's prediction that he was next in line to ejaculate might, in fact, be accurate. "Yours ain't exactly sweet as honey," Buddy laughed, struggling on the polished, cum-slickened floor into a more or less upright position. "What the hell did you have to eat for lunch?" Derek asked the boy, playfully mussing his mop of pure white hair. "Musta been the Cucumbers," Buddy shrugged. "Hear that, boys, if you wanna shoot your cum, eat lots of cucumbers," Austin Palmer laughed, instructing the boys happily gathered about. "I'd rather FUCK lots of cucumbers," one of the boys in back cried out. "Maybe you should do BOTH," another boy joked. "I hear I missed all the action," Doug Bristol, fresh from the vomitorium, gamely knelt next to his son, hugging him, wiping a bit of cum from the boy's nose. He brought the tip of his finger to the tip of his tongue, then grimaced in disgust. "Not exactly nectar of the gods." "Let's get him to his feet...careful, we kind of made a mess all over the floor," Derek and Doug helped their "son" up onto his rather slender, shakey legs, hugging and kissing him, careful not to encounter any last remnants of the boy's toxic ejaculation. "Let's have the floor engraved, 'here, Bubby Bristol became a man'." Buddy stared down at the still damp floor. "You musta shot a whole BARREL of the stuff," Doug congratulated the boy. "He more than half filled the Cox Pharm specimen thingie," Derek told his husband, "and look, I didn't get the HALF of it...damn, all fuckin' over him. "Kid, I think your next stop should be the shower." "You wanna join me?" Buddy asked laughing, "you're kind of...cummy...yourself." "I think we all THREE could use a shower," Doug suggested. "I kind of puked all over myself in there a while ago and..." "Sounds like a kind of...father-son bonding moment if you ask me," Derek smiled, kissing both father and son. "You too," Buddy insisted, dragging both men with him toward the showers. "You're BOTH my fathers." "How sweet," Jack Jordan smiled, patting Derek on the back as the three passed. "Wait'll I get my Cox Pharm camera." "They want PICTURES?" Derek asked in surprise. "Err...uhhh...yeah...I think I read in one of the rule books...if not, I sure do," Jack joked. "You guys gonna FUCK me?" Buddy asked anxiously as he soon found himself sandwiched between his two naked "fathers" under the shower spray, both of them hugging, kissing, and warmly making love to his slender little boy-body. "I'm startin' to get a hardon again." "I think there's some kind of rule against that, but..." Derek murmurred as his lips carressed first Buddy's, then Doug's and his cock inserted itself between the boy's legs from the rear. "But we can pretend, can't we," Doug smiled, lavishing his son with more kisses even as he insinuated his own cock between the boy's legs from the front, pressing Buddy's own cock hard between them while meeting Doug's cock below the boy's scrotum. "This is sooooo fuckin' cool...or hot...ohhh fuck, I'm gonna shoot my cum like that every time and..." Buddy gushed wetly beneath the spray of warm water showering down on the three of them. "I think this is what you'd call a one-shot deal...like losing your virginity or your first orgasm, you can't go back for an instant replay," Derek told his "son" as the three of them were all but blinded by a flash from Jack's camera. "I want copies, this should DOUBLE the demand for Ecstasy Isle vacations," the island's PR person proclaimed. "Might help sell time shares too," Doug laughed as the three of them continued moving sexually together in an unspoken trek toward yet another orgasmic extravaganza. "Make me cum again," Buddy gasped in pleasure as his cock responded to that of his father, "I wanna shoot one big, fuckin' load right along with you guys this time. (FLASH) "You think you can manage another squirt or two after the mess you made out there on the floor?" Derek questioned. "Do it to me, make me cum, let's find out," Buddy murmurred softly against his father's lips. "Make me cum, dad, do it to me and make me cum again." "Careful, Doug, the kid's got a hair-trigger cock," Derek cautioned as the three of them made love together. "Remember, this is the kid with the 1:42 TTO the other day. "I did a 1:40 yesterday when the doc and his buddy came over," Buddy informed the men of his new record. "Doc said it was the best time he'd ever seen." "You gettin' close?" Doug questioned. "Feels good but..." "Listen, kid, now that you've started ejaculating, things are gonna change inside you," Derek cautioned. "You're not a little boy any more." "Right, son, you'll have limits now," Doug advised as he fucked his cock harder and harder between the boy's legs and felt Buddy's cock throbbing against his lower abdomen. "Your days of 1:40 TTOs are over, I'm afraid," Derek told the boy he was painlessly "fucking." "Right, you may have to settle for TWO-forty now," Doug joked. (FLASH) "I'm feeling it again," Buddy warned. "He ain't the only one," Derek added. "Jack, you gettin' all this? Give me a close-up on the boy's face the second he starts cumming." "Dad, you gonna cum with us?" Buddy worried. "Give me a minute, I'm workin' on it," Doug gasped as his thrusting plevic movements increased in depth and rapidity. "Hurry, I'm startin' to feel it really strong...really REALLY strong," Buddy's voice pitch rose, then cracked. (FLASH) "You hear that, the kid's starting to get pubertyish on us," Derek laughed. "Do it to boy, do it, do it again, shoot your cum again, oh yeah, love it, love it, fuckin' you two like this, feeling your naked boy body against mine, ohhhh god, Buddy, I'm gonna cum too, I can feel it too, I'm gonna...gonna...AIAIIEIAHEHHAIEIAOEOIEIHHHGHHEHAHHEHHH!" Derek cried out in orgasmic ecsasy, deliberately making his own voice crack in imitation of his "son." (FLASH) "AHAEIAIEIHRHEHAHEHHHHGHHAHHH FUCCCKKKK...CUMMMMIING...CUMMMING, CUMMING, LOOK, SEE IT, SEE MY CUM, SEE MY CUM SHOOTIN' OUTTA MY COCK, OHHAHHAHEHHA GOD, YEAH, DO IT TO ME, DAD, JACK ME, JACK OUR COCKS, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, DO IT TO IT LET'S CUM TOGETHER, OAHGHEHAHER YEAH, DO IT, DAD, DO IT, DO IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, SHOOT YOUR CUM WITH ME AND DEREK, MAN, OHHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, DON'T IT DEREK, FEELS SOOO GOOD, SOOO DIFFERENT WHEN YOU START SHOOOTIN' CUM, SO MUCH MORE BETTER THAN SHOOTIN' DRY, OHHHHH FUCCCKKK....STILL SHOOOTIN' AHHGHAHEHH GOD, GOD, STILL SHOOTIN', STILL SHOOTIN', STILL FUCKIN' SHOOOTINnnnn'" Buddy cried out in exultation as his orgasm once more consumed him in the throes of excruciating, powerful, sexual pleasure. "That's it, that's it, son, shoot it, shoot your cum, ohhh yeah, ohhhh yeah, do it, do it, ohghahhehooaehrooh god, I'M CUMMING TOO, I'M CUMMING TOO, OHHAHHHHH FUCK, CUMMIN' WITH YOU BOY, SHOOTIN' MY CUM WITH MY SON, FEELING IT, FEELING EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE FEELING, BUDDY, OHHHHHH GOD, YES, GOEAHEORIHO FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR COCK AGAINST MINE, SON, OHHH YEAH, YEAH, FEELS GOOD, OHHH FUCK ENJOY YOUR ORGASM, BOY, OHHH YEAH, GOD, YOU SHOOT A LOT, MAN, YOU STARTED BEFORE ME AND YOU'RE STILL DOIN' IT, EVEN AFTER I'VE...PETERED OUT, MANNNN, WHAT A LOAD." (DOUBLE FLASH) "PETERED OUT," Derek laughed as he started "petering out" himself. "Interesting choice of words." "My god, the kid's still blastin' away!" Doug cried in disbelief. "We better get this kid over to Cox Pharm so they can see what the fuck AILS him." (FLASH) "We're gonna have to get a stopwatch on him," Derek agreed as Buddy's own orgasm finally began to peter out as well. (FLASH) "You can go now, Jack, we're all done petering out," Derek joked as he dismissed their trigger-happy photographer. "Eight by ten prints, on my desk, first thing tomorrow," he instructed as Jack left. "That was fuckin' incredible," Buddy cried as he clung to his father for support, his knees once more growing weak from the powerful impact of his orgasmic pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck, I can hardly stand up." "This kid must have the balls of a Harlem Globetrotter," Dereek sighed as he too found himself supporting the object of their affections between them. "The Globetrotters have big balls?" Doug questioned. "BASKET-balls?" Derek once more marveled at how dense his husband could be sometimes. "That might be nice, but it'd be kinda hard to WALK," Buddy laughed as his fathers released him to once more try and stand on his own two feet. "You better turn the water off, the tank on the hill should be about dry by now," Derek suggested as he helped Buddy from the glass enclosure and began toweling off the naked little sex urchin. "Man, you had one HELL of an orgasm in there." "About what I been having ever since I got the patch," Buddy revealed as his cock once more rebounded under the sensual touch of the soft, terry towel. "I don't think there's any doubt which of the twins is the test case and which one is getting the placebo," Doug observed as he too moved to dry off Buddy, then himself. "Bobby's gonna be in for a disappointment when he tries to shoot," Buddy smiled proudly at his brother's expense. "Don't go gloating," Doug warned. "Your brother's ego is already gonna take a hit after this, he don't need you rubbin' it in." "I won't, Buddy promised. "I was just kidding." "No you weren't I know that tone of voice by now," Derek cut his "son" no slack. "FREEZE THE JOLLY GOOD FELLOW, FREEZE THE JOLLY GOOD FELLOW, FREEZE THE JOLLY GOOD FELLOW, THAT NOBODY CAN DENY!" The three Bristols were serenaded by more than forty men and boys as they emerged from the bathroom to more flash photography and hasily torn confetti thrown over them. "Thanks, thank you, thank you, thank you very much. I owe it all to my fathers who taught me everything I know," Buddy humbly delivered his gracious (in his own mind) acceptance speech. "I'm sure all you boys will be shooting your own cum very soon just like me." "Quite a reception," Doug whispered behind his son's back. "What they lack in lyrical authenticity, they more than make up for in enthusiasm," Derek smiled, patting Buddy's shoulders, "freezing" the jolly good fellow. "I think this demands a toast," Jack Jordan proclaimed as he passed the three a plastic "champagne" class, then raised his own along with those of his "Ecstasy boy chorus" to celebrate with Buddy his "cumming of age." "What's this?" Buddy cautiously smelled the brew before sipping it. "A cum cocktail," one of the boys proclaimed, we all contributed. "Well, in that case, I guess I don't have anything to worry about," Buddy joked at the expense of his "dry" friends. He downed in a single gulp, then stared straight ahead in stunned disbelief. "What the fuck WAS that?" "What, ain't you never had a penis-colada before?" Lonnie Wells cried from the front row. "Whew," Buddy shook his head, pretending to stagger slightly. "It sure wasn't VIRGINAL." "I contributed the magic ingredient," Ronon Parker told him as he stepped forward and hugged Buddy, sensually pressing their soaring hard boy-cocks together. "Welcome to the club, kid. Looks like you'll now have a standing appointment every morning over at the Cox Pharm milking parlor." "Huh?" Buddy looked at him blankly. "Didn't you know, all boys between twelve...eleven, in your case...and fourteen are required to go over and make a contribution to the cause every morning?" Ronon reminded the boy. "Contribution?" Buddy failed to catch Ronon's drift. "Ya gotta go over an let them machines jack ya off every morning," Bobby told his brother in less subtle plain English. "Really?" Buddy asked in dismay. "Don't worry, I'll go with ya, hold your hand the first time...or your cock, whichever you prefer," Ronon laughed, groping Buddy openly before the others....mmmmm....nice...grown a little too, I think." "You shoulda heard his voice crack a little while ago when we made him cum again," Doug smiled down proudly at his son, the kid's starting to pube out all over the place." "Someone check, see if he's got any hairs down there," Jesse Janson urged. "I think I see one," his brother, Jamie, knelt before Buddy, inspecting his groin minutely. Buddy blushed. "Hmph...it's detachable," Jamie held up a single strand for the others to see. "Probably one of mine," Doug whispered to Derek behind Buddy's back. "Congratulations, bro," Bobby boldly stepped from the crowd and shook his brother's hand, "I knew you'd be the first. I love you." He suddenly drew Buddy nakedly into his arms and kissed him, hugging him for an extended moment. When they parted, there were tears in both boys' eyes. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...." came the expected response. "I'll suck YOU especially hard tonight...I don't care WHAT you taste like," Buddy promised his loving brother. "Just try and lay off the cucumbers," Derek joked. "I'll check with the guys at Cox Pharm, but I don't think they have anything to do with inducing puberty." "Okay, guys, everyone, back to work, grab those cocks, jack them hard little fuckers, suck hard, ya'hear, let's see how many more of you horny little pups can mess up the floor around here tonight," Austin Palmer urged by way of ending their impromptu celebration. "You still have the specimen?" Derek asked Jack Jordan as the party began to disperse back to their sexual playpens. "Locked away in the safe," Jack responded. "I think we're gonna take our horny little cum fountain over to Cox Pharm and have the docs look at him, he's been letting go with a horrendous amount of seminal fluid...orgasms so powerful it leaves him nearly dead on his feet." Derek explained. "That's not normal. I figure they're gonna want his sample first thing off the bat." "I'll get it," Jack agreed as he hurried off. "You wanna stay or go?" Doug asked his other son. "I'll stay," Bobby decided, "keep on tryin'." Doug nodded understandingly. "Listen, son, I don't think I have to tell you which of you two is the test subject, right?" Bobby shook his head. "I getta have all the fun, he gets poked and prodded all to hell." Derek laughed. "Well, I guess that's one way to put it." "Just have Ronon or Kevin bring you home when you get tired of...'tryin', we'll be home, I hope, in an hour or two." Doug advised. "Okay," Bobby nodded, "Don't let them draw any blood," Bobby warned his brother. The boys kissed warmly. "You and your cock have fun," Buddy smiled as he and his fathers then made a circle around the big spot of drying boy-cum in the middle of the polished foyer floor. "Here's the sample, Jack Jordan handed Derek the specimen as they were leaving. "See if you can get them to tell you what the hell made it taste so awful so we can warn the boys." "Cucumbers," Buddy insisted. "Right," Derek laughed. "Cucumbers, everybody knows you don't eat cucumbers before you cum for the first time." "You don't even LIKE cucumbers," Buddy's father recalled as they headed down the outside steps toward the golf cart. "Sudden craving."