Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:26:21 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 3

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 3


Pietro and Elana Milano lived in a small apartment with their two young
sons, four floors above the busy streets of Portograzzioso, Italy. There
was no elevator. The building appeared to have survived the second world
war with minimal damage, which meant it had not been refurbished in modern
times, if ever. Austin Palmer, the Cox Italy operative for Pooh Bear
Harvest found himself wondering if the place even had indoor plumbing. By
the time he reached the top of the third flight of steps he was panting and
sweating. He wasn't fat, but he was somewhat out of shape for a man of
25. The higher he'd climbed, the cleaner and quieter the stairwell became.

Appartamento 4-G was at the end of a long, narrow hallway, and seemed to
occupy one entire end of the balconied structure. He could hear the Milanos
yelling at one another even before he knocked on the door. He sighed
inwardly. This should be fun.

"Yeah, whadya want?" the brusque Italian swung open the door and glared at
him. He was slender, hairy, dark complected, and clad only in boxers and
"wife-beater" undershirt."

"I'm Austin Palmer from Cox International, I'm hear to take your boys to
the airport," Austin introduced himself.

Instantly the man's entire demeanor changed. "Ohh...scusatemi, we were not
expecting you for another hour; your office called and said you would be
late."

"I thought I might be but the traffic south of Sorrento was lighter than it
had been between there and Rome so..." Austin explained. "Err...may I come
in?"

"Ohhhhh, mama mia, scusatemi, of course, I am such a...how you say? Boob?"

"Certainly not, it's all my fault, I should have had them call you again,"
Austin apologized as he entered the surprisingly spacious living room and
gazed about, aclimating himself to their existence. It was neat, clean, and
so typically Italian he felt instantly at ease.

"Signore Palmer, so pleased to finally meet you," Elana Milano entered from
the kitchen, hastening to meet and greet their untimely guest. She was
quite attractive and dressed somewhat more appropriately than her
husband."Pietro...go put some clothes on, Signore Palmer will think we're
nudisti."

"Scusatemi," Pietro hasily bowed out, repeating what appeared to be his
favorite word of the day.

"Mama, I cannot find any clean underware," a young boy Austin assumed to be
one of the Milano twins complained to his somewhat embarrassed mother.

"Giani...we...we have a guest, this is Signore Palmer," Elana introduced
her attractive young son. "Like father like son..." she sighed. Giani wore
even less than his father, only a tiny pair of light blue "boy panties."
They appeared to be quite brief and uncomfortably tight. Young Gianni was a
growing boy. His one immodest costume revealed his physical development was
not limited to merely his stature.

"Just call me Austin, nice to meet you, Gianni," Austin shook the boy's
hand. "And don't worry about the underware, you look fine just as you are."
He did, indeed. Giani was the epitome of nearly naked Italian boyish
beauty, olive complexion, black hair, a little longer than most boys, but
quite flattering, giving his face an almost feminine quality. But it was
his large, dark, brown eyes that captivated Austin. The boy was
breathtakingly pretty.

If Gianni was pretty, Gino was gorgeous, the most beautiful boy, Austin had
ever seen, despite the fact that he was fully dressed in white short pants,
a light blue button-up-the-front shirt, and sandles. Cute didn't do him
justice. They easily looked to be brothers, twins even, but they were not
quite identical. Austin found himself wondering if Cox Pharm knew what they
were getting with the boys. He breathed a little easier, though, realizing
he would not have any trouble telling them apart.

"And this is our other bambino, Gino," the boy's mother introduced her
second son even as she deftly scooted her half-naked first one off to
confront his father.

"Gino, my name is Austin...Austin Palmer," Austin introduced himself
inasmuch as the Elana had not.

"Am I dressed appropriately for travel to America?" the boy inquired.

"Well...yes, I think so...much more appropriately than your brother, I'd
say," Austin smiled down at the petite young child. "You are a very
beautiful little boy, Gino...bellissimo."

"He gets told that quite often," Gino's mother told Austin. "He prefers
'splendido'."

"Sorry," Austin smiled.

"And do not say that in front of Gianni," Elana cautioned, "you will start
an argomento."

"Papa says to go...commando..." Giani paraded back through the living room,
completely naked this time.

Austin was impressed.

"The boys are quite immodest. They take after their father," Elana
appologized, an indulgent smile on her face. "I'm afraid you will have to
keep a watchful eye."

Austin smiled. "I'll try to keep them with their clothes on."

"I packed them a change of clothes, although I was not sure the climate in
America this time of year," Elana told her sons' travel host.

"If it's what they're wearing now...even Gino...they'll be fine. Miami is
still quite warm in September," Austin sought to ease her mind while
thinking at the same time that where they were going, Gino, at least, would
fit right in.

"Please take good care of my babies, they are all we got...we can have no
more," Elana told him sadly.

"Ohhh, I almost forgot," Austin said, reaching for his wallet. "I have here
a bank card with 10,000 euros on it." He handed the Visa card to her. "Each
month the company will transfer another 10,000 euros for as long as the
tests continue."

"How long will that be," Pietro Milano asked as he came back, wearing pants
this time.

"Sir, I wish I could say," Austin confessed, "but I have absolutely no
idea. I'm not sure even the doctors really know. I think it may depend on
the results of the tests."

"Weeks, months, years...? Pietro demanded.

"Well...months, I would say...maybe a year," Austin ventured out an a
shakey limb.

"A year? Oh, Pietro, I'm going to miss them so," Elana clung to her husband
in dismay.

"I hope it's TWO years, we need the money, get us out of this rat
hole...someplace with an elevatore."

"Si...definitely...and elevatore," Austin laughed, pretending to be out of
breath.

A moment later both boys presented themselves, neatly scrubbed, combed,
pressed, and smiling.

"Okay?" the boys' mother asked.

"Very okay," Austin approved vigorously. "Gino, did you find underware?"

"I loaned him mine," Giani told them.

"He's the one commando," Gino divulged.

"I'll stop at a bottega on the way to Rome," Austin promised laughing.

"Size 38," Elana smiled as the boys picked up their single carry-on bag and
together carried it toward the door, anxious to leave.

"Aren't you going to kiss your mama and papa goodbye?" Austin asked.

"Do we have to?" Gino questioned, obviously uncomfortable showing parental
affection in front of a stranger.

Elana put the matter to rest as she lavished endless, almost excessive hugs
and kisses upon the two. Austin quickly realized why the boys were reticent
to get her started. Their father merely shook their tiny hands and told
them goodbye. Then, as they were about to leave, both boys rushed back to
him and hugged him warmly yet with a degree of respectful reserve.

"Be men," Pietro called after them as he stood in the apartment door and
watched them head for the non-existent elevatore.


The Milano boys were delighted with Austin's bright red Alfa Romeo
Giulietta, though Austin found himself having to dictate that Giani sit in
the back seat. The road trip around the bay of Naples from Sorrento was
beautiful, but uneventful except for a stop at an H&M store in Scafati
where Gino picked out three pair of the briefest, sheerest, black "boy
panties" in the store. The clerk spoke no English. Austin spoke only
rudimentary Italian. So Gino explained to the somewhat flustered clerk that
he'd accidentally "dirtied" his underwear and needed to use the store's
changing booth to don his newly purchased attire. Aside from footing the
bill, Austin found himself merely standing back and watching in amusement
as the boys shrewdly dealt with the lady.

Back on the road, Austin learned that, even at age ten (almost) the boys
were quite sexual, though he doubted either of them had any real sexual
experience, even with one another. There was no doubt they'd grown up on
the streets and knew all about gays, masturbation, and "making babies" as
Gino put it. They even claimed to have seen Signora Andoretti across the
street sunbathing on her rooftop in the nude, having completely memorized
her anatomy down to her last sagging seno and shaven vagina, but unshaven
legs. The boys seemed to revel in the male camaraderie with Austin and
being away from the last vestige of parental restraint.

Leonardo da Vinci di Fiumicino Aeroporto was fairly busy as Austin parked
the Alfa Romeo and herded the boys to the US Airways counter where they
picked up their first class boarding passes on Flight 719 leaving at 11:50
a.m., arriving in Miami at 8:59 p.m. local time. Austin was dismayed to
find that there would be a two-hour layover and a change of planes in
Philadelphia with a total flight time of over 15 hours. Austin looked at
his watch. It was almost eleven. They'd have to hustle to get to Terminal B
and get through security. Austin was thankful they had no checked baggage
and just two carry-on bags. It was also helpful to have with him two such
fluent interpreters. Austin was quite pleasantly surprised that the boys'
English was so good.

"Whew, we made it," Giamni gasped as he collapsed into the spacious window
seat of the Airbus A330-200.

"When do they serve lunch?" Gino wanted to know as he searched for both
ends of his seatbelt.

"Lunch?" Austin looked at him in dismay. "Well, not till we get into the
air, I'm sure, and probably not lunch but dinner."

"But I'm hungry."

"Didn't you have breakfast?" Austin asked in surprise.

"No, you came early, remember?" Giani reminded him.

"Oh...right..." Austin blinked in dismay. "Okay, once we're in the air,
I'll tell the attendant, maybe she...or he...can find you starving bambinos
a snack or something. You like peanuts?"

The flight left on time. Lunch, however, was late. The airline was
accomodating enough to allow the boys some cookies and a Coke, followed
every hour on the hour by more cookies and more soda until the Pasta
Primavera arrived some five hours into the flight. Despite all the cookies
and Coca-Cola, they devoured two entres apiece plus the tiramisu they'd had
forego the night before.

With their cute little-boy bellies full, the twins lapsed into a jet-lagged
sleep after dinner, giving Austin a welcomed respite from their constant
Italian chatter, only about a third of which he understood. He had the
uncomfortable feeling at times that they were talking about him, even
making fun of him, though it was unable to think of anything about himself
the boys might find so hilarious.

The flight was smooth, the landing uneventful, the Philly terminal the
first glimpse the boys had of America. After explaining why it was only a
little after three in the afternoon, and why everyone they saw seemed to
have a cell phone at their ear, Austin was chagrined to discover the boys
were once again hungry. To his further dismay they insisted nothing would
do but they had to have a Big Mac, except that the Philadelphia
International Airport was probably the only square mile in the whole United
States without a McDonald's. Only after convincing his rambunctious wards
there wasn't a whole hell of a lot of difference between a Big Mac and a
Wendy's double with cheese, did the boys spot the ubiquitous golden arches
in Terminal A West on their way to the departure gate for their Miami
flight. Austin had some explaining to do.

Then, once back in the air again, heading south, dinner was once again
served. "Don't you little buggers do anything but EAT?" Austin laughed as
the two chowed down on Chicken Kiev and some fancy mashed potato dish
Austin couldn't pronounce. "It's no wonder your parents were so anxious to
palm your off on Cox Pharm, you musta been eating them out of house and
home."

"We lived in an appartamento," Giani reminded him.

"No casa, appartamento," Gino agreed, his mouth full of chicken.

"Of course, how stupido of me," Austin sighed. After a Wendy's double with
cheese and fries, Austin merely nibbled at his salad and sipped a Bud
Light.

Back on the ground again in Miami shortly after nine, Austin was surprised
as they were met by a uniformed chauffeur and escourted to a sparkling
white Cadillac limosine with a golden "C" emblazoned on the rear side panel
of the vinyl roof. Apparently someone at Cox had decided to give them a few
hours to recover from their long flight.

"Mio dio, it's as long as a ferrovia auto!" Gino exclaimed as the chauffeur
opened the read door to allow them to enter.

"That's a railroad car," Gianni translated.

Despite their nap on the transatlantic leg of their flight, the boys were
starting to wear down. Austin reasoned that just digesting all that FOOD
was enough to exhaust anyone. "No more flights to Nassau tonight?" Austin
asked the driver.

"Cox is putting you up at the Fontainbleau," the man informed them. "Then
tomorrow, a chopper or the company jet to Nassau. Ecstasy is socked in with
bad weather, they'll probably put you up tomorrow night at the Embassy."

"Oh..." Austin remarked in surprise at the change of plans.

"Is that a hotel?" Gianni questioned.

"The AMERICAN embassy?" Gino asked.

Austin smiled. "No my boy, the Land of Ecstasy embassy in Nassau. That's
where Cox International has their home office. The embassy compound
occupies a small island in the bay. The embassy is
quite...spettacolare...very much like Ecstasy Island. It'll give you some
idea of what you have to look forward to."

"What is Fontainbleau?" Gianni asked, having overheard the driver.

"It's a very big, very fancy hotel on Miami Beach," Austin told the boy, "a
place to lay your pretty head and shake off the jet lag."

"What is...lagging jet?"

"No, jet lag, Gino," it's what you're feeling now. "Your body is still
operating on Italiano time but you're now in America where it's only about
ten p.m. You've been up for close to 24 hours with just a short nap on the
plane over. The JET plane has caused your body time to LAG behind the local
time here in Miami."

"I'm too excited seeing America to be sleepy." Gianni declared.

A few minutes later, Austin had to awaken both the boys when they arrived
at the hotel.


"Sir, there seems to be a problem, no one informed us you would be arriving
so late; we've already given your room to another guest," the desk clerk at
the Fontainbleau informed Austin a few minutes later.

"Fine, we'll just camp out here in the lobby," Austin told him.  He was
joking but the desk clerk didn't seem to know that.

"I do have one opening but...it's quite expensive," the clerk allowed.

"We'll take it, just bill Cox International," Austin told him. The mention
of the corporate giant brought a smile to the clerk's face. Austin signed
his own and the boys' names to a form as the clerk created key cards and
passed them to a bellhop. "Suite 23701"

"No luggage?" the Bellhop questioned, perhaps seeing his tip shrink right
before his eyes.

"Just the two carry-ons, we're just passing through," Austin told him as
they made their way to the Tressor Tower elevators.

Austin was somewhat dismayed to see the words, "Honeymoon Suite" on the
impressive double doors but inside, the plush, ultra-modern livingroom and
bedroom were quite attractive and roomy. He passed the bellhop a ten.

"Impressionante," Gino pronounced as the boys gazed about in awe. It was
bigger than their appartamento back home.

"It is enorme," Gianni gasped in seeing the king-size "honeymoon"
bed. "Where are YOU going to sleep?"

"Well, NOT on the couch, if that's what you're thinking," Austin quickly
established the ground rules.

"It is big enough, you can sleep with us," Gino allowed. "You sleep in the
middle, Gianni kicks in his sleep."

"You SNORE," Gianni countered as he started ripping off his clothes.

"I think I'll take a shower," Austin headed for the bathroom, hoping one or
both of the boys might have the desire to join him. They didn't.

When he returned, the bedroom lights were out, and BOTH boys were snoring
in Italian, but they'd left him a generous portion of the bed between
them. As he was untying the belt on the complimentary Fontainbleau robe,
his foot nudged something soft on the floor. He picked it up, a pair of
black boy panties. Beside it was the light blue pair he'd seen that
morning. A smile crossed his face. The boys were apparently accustomed to
sleeping nude, or at least they were that night. He wondered if the horny
little stud-muffins were deliberately tempting him. He shrugged and layed
his robe on a nearby chair, then added his own tighty-whities to the boys'
sexy undies on the carpet. Naked, and getting harder by the second, he
deftly crept up the middle of the bed from the foot and insinuated his
six-foot male body between the two seductive little boys. A few minutes
later it was "lights out" for Austin as well.


The big red numerals on the bedside clock read 4:20 a.m.  Austin felt
movement beside him on his left, then more movement on his right. He
thought for a second he was dreaming. A second later he realized he had two
very naked little Italian boys clinging to him. A second after that he felt
two very rigid little Italian boy-cocks pressed firmly gainst his own naked
thighs. Were the boys still asleep? They were no longer snoring. Their
breathing was shallow and regular. They seemed to be still asleep. Or were
they just pretending? Were his precious little street urchins as sexually
aware as they'd seemed to be that morning during their road trip to Rome? A
second later he had his answer. He felt one of the boys' cocks move gently
against his leg. He couldn't remember which boy was on which side, but it
really didn't matter. The horny little bambino definitely was NOT asleep.
A moment later he realized he had TWO horny little bambinos very much NOT
asleep. He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, softly lit from the
lights on the balcony. They'd forgotten to close the drapes.

Then he felt it. He felt a tiny Italian hand creep across his lower abdomen
and close around his rapidly hardening cock.

"You are very erigere, molto rigida," the boy whispered as his hand gently
fondled Austin's upthrust seven-inches beneath the sheet covering them. It
was Gino.

"You feel molto rigida too," Austin whispered back, enjoying immensely the
boy's touch even as he felt Gianni on his left begin moving his hard little
cocklet against his leg.

"You are molto grande," Gino whispered back, apparently unaware that his
brother was sexually assaulting Austin's thigh just a few inches away.

"That means very big," Gianni translated.

Austin bent and kissed both boys on their foreheads. "And you two are molto
dolce." He didn't move, waiting to see what the boys would do, how far they
would go. Were they just looking to cuddle or did they have something
more...vigorous in mind.

"You feel good?" Gino asked as his fondling gradually became a gentle
stroking. The boy at least knew the rudiments masturbation.

"I feel very lucky...fortunato," Austin told the boy.

"Would you like to eiaculare?" Gino asked softly as his hand began a gentle
up and down movement over Austin's uncircumcized cock.

Austin wasn't sure what that meant but he hoped it meant what he thought it
meant. Tilting the boy's face to his own, he kissed Gino's delicate sweet
lips. "Do it to me, little one," he whispered. A moment later he felt
another hand on his cock. He wondered if the boys were now going to fight
over the privilige of jacking him off. Instead, a few seconds later, it
seemed to be a joint, cooperative effort.

"You like?" Giani questioned as the two began stroking him more firmly.

"I LOVE," Austin whispered back for no apparent reason, now that both boys
were very much awake. "It feels like you've done this before."

"When momma goes to Rome to visit zia Maria, we sleep with papa," Gianni
revealed a Milano family secret. "He likes it when we make him..."

"Cum?" Austin suggested.

"Si, cum," Gianni smiled up at him, having apparently been unsure of his
English at such a time.

"You're making my cock feel very nice," Austin told the boys, "your father
is a very lucky man."

"He has moma now...she does it to him too...with her lips," Gino surpised
Austin with his knowledge of parental intimacies. The appartamento was
small, apparently with very thin walls and no locks on the doors.

"Your genitori know you peek into their bedroom?" Austin questioned, amused
at the boys' sexual awareness.

Gino giggled. "Papa knows. He is very...esbizionista..."

"He likes to show off his...virilita," Gianni added. "You feel good?"

"Ohhhh fuck yes, feels good, you two are...wow...something fuckin' ELSE!"

"That is good...something fuckin' ELSE?" Gino questioned.

"Ohhhhahhhhh god, yes, ahghehahehr fuck, fuck, fuck, oghiaheoirhoh god,
boys jack that fucker, jack that cock, boys, ohhhhh yeah, feels...feels
mollto bene."

"Buona...molto buona," Gianni corrected, "Molto bene mean very WELL."

"Both...very good, very well...ohahhhehahehrhh fucccckkkk, boys,
you're...you're gettin' to me, ohhahhah god, the feeling, feels...feels
buona, buona, buona...ohahhhahah fuccckkkk..."

"Cazzo," Giano told him."

"Huh?" Austin grunted, the sexual pleasure deep within his loins was
building to an explosive level.

"Cazzo mean FUCK," Gino gave him Italian lessons even as he gave him
pleasure

"Cazzo...cazzo...ahgeoiaehh...FUCCCKKKK...I like fuck better," Austin
gasped as he felt his orgasm swelling within him, threatening to explode
any second. "I'm getting close...chiudere...ohhhha fuccck." Having an
orgasm in two different languages was quickly getting difficult.

"Cum, cum, cum, shoot cum, eiaculare, eiaculare, eiaculare!" Gianni chanted
as the two boys now rapidly jacked his cock with growing
excitement. Apparently their mother visited zia Maria quite often.

"I'm...ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum...close...close...jack me boys,
jack me hard, oghhehh fuck,
harder...harder...I'm...ahhahha...ahhaeiaHIAIEHHRHAHEHRIOOGHEHA...AHEHHRHHGHGHHH...GHHAEHHH
GHEAEIIRIGH FUCCCKK...CUMMING...GHEAIOEORIHOHH FUCK, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK
ME OFF...MAKE ME CUM, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, OHHEHAHEHRH FUCK, FEELS SO GOOD,
FEELS...GHAOEIHROIAH GOD, BUONA, GHEOIHEOH FUCK, BUONA, BUONA, GHOEIHROEIH
CAAAAZZZZO!"

"DO IT, SIGNOR AUSTIN, DO IT, DO IT, SHOOT YOUR SPERMA...SHOOT IT, SHOOT
IT...SHOOT MOLTO SPERMO, OHHHHAHHH CAZZO, YOU SHOOT PIU SPERMO THAN
PAPA...MOLTO PIA SPERMO," Gino cried in delight as Gianni released Austin's
spurting hard cock to allow his brother to finish him off.

"OhhhhahhhHHHHHHH FUCCCKK...FUCCCKKKK...DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP, GINO, KEEP
JACKIN' ME KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, FEELS SOOO GOOD...SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD,
AGHEHAHEHRH....GHEIEORIHAOIHOG FUCCCKKK...GHEIAOIOH YEAH, YEAH,
YEAHHHHhhhhhhh," Austin cried out in some of the most powerful spasms of
aching, naked sexual pleasure he could remember.

"Grande orgasmo," Gianni complimented him.

"Signor Austin," Gino asked earnestly as his hand finally came to rest
covered completely with Austin's spermal effluent. "What does...jack me
off...mean?"