Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 12:22:20 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm - Chapter 1 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," and "The Pharm Boys." "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm" like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" (found under Gay Adult/Youth), 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. Some of the characters from the earlier stories have returned to become major characters, 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 one or two 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. EROTIC ISLE: THE ENDLESS ORGASM CHAPTER One "Sir, a Mr. Doug Bristol to see you..." "Right on time, send him in, Lonnie," Donatello Raphaello told his twenty-year-old executive assistant as he ducked back out, returning to the foyer. "Mr. Raphaello..." Doug Bristol greeted the wealthy Miami Beach financier. "Thank you for seeing me." "Mr. Bristol, no problem," Donatello rose from his desk and extended his hands. "It's always a pleasure to meet friends of friends." "I take it I dropped the right names," Doug joked as Donatello released his hand and motioned for him to sit down in a chair next to his desk. "You have a...very...attractive young houseboy fronting for you, by the way." "Mmmmm...so he keep telling me," Donatello smiled, "though he prefers the title 'executive assistant'." "He seems quite...friendly?" Doug winked. "Sometimes a little too much so," Donatello rolled his eyes. "Tell me, you mention Darin Romeo, what's the kid doin' these days?" "Didn't you meet him when you were on Ecstasy a few months back?" Doug asked in surprise. "He's manager...chief administrator...director...hell, I forget what EcstasyInc is calling him these days." "Really? No, I didn't. Didn't know he was on board," Donatello replied anxiously. "What the fuck he doin' there?" "Pretty much whatever the hell he wants, from what I hear," Doug joked. "Sounds like it. god, to be ruler over...what? Five hundred naked young boys now?" Donatello laughed, exaggerating the number far less than he realized. "Almost, 468, last I heard," Doug acknowledged. "One of your boyfriends there told me you had a pretty great time." "Only ONE?" Donatello laughed. "Guess I didn't make much of an impression. Let me guess...uhhh...Ian?" "Morris, I think it was..." Doug recalled. "Morris...Morris...ahhhh, Morris...damn, Morris, how could I forget little Morris...couldn't have been more than ten," Donatello recalled. "All the boys there now are at least eleven, most twelve," Doug told him. "I think Morris is about to turn thirteen." "Thirteen? God, he lookd so young. Oh yeahhhh...thirteen is a wonderous age for a beautiful young boy," Donatello sighed. "My son is thirteen." "You have a son?" Doug laughed in surprise. "No, I have THREE of'em, eleven, thirteen, and sixteen. What? You thought I was gay or something?" Donatello joked. "I have two sons...twins...just turned thirteen...Buddy and Bobby, and a hellcat seventeen-year-old daughter," Doug laughed, finding much in common with his potential client. "I take it girls are harder to raise than boys?" Donatello guessed. "Well, I don't know," Doug sighed. "All I know is, MINE is." "So, I understand you're in real estate, you here to try and sell me a time share on Ecstasy?" Donatello suggested. "Nah, I got a whole cadre of newbies doing that," Doug smiled indulgently. "Let me ask you, are you on top of what all EcstasyInc is up to these days?" "Hell, no, I can barely keep tabs on the Cox pirates in Nassau," Donatello admitted. "Cox Pharm is looking promising, though. You hear about EO24?" "No, can't say as I have," Doug admitted. "What's EO24?" "How the hell should I know, I was hoping YOU'D know," Donatello laughed. "I was just baiting you. It's something they're cooking up on this secret Island off somewhere in the Caribbean." "Bristol Island?" Doug suggested. "Uhh...yeah...yeah, I think that WAS the name I heard. Bristol...hmmmm...any relation?" Donatello pried. "Named for one of my sons, but trust me, that's about ALL I know about it," Doug explained. "One of your sons? That's strange," Donatello raised one Italian eyebrow as he leaned back in his tilting leather executive swivel chair. "It's a long, painful story," Doug told him, hoping to avoid recounting the pharmacological tragedy his young son had been forced to endure. "Say, would you like to MEET him?" "Meet him? Your son?" Donatello reacted to the abrupt invitation in surprise. "He's really cute and the horniest little devil on dry land," Doug promised. "What? You pimpin' your own son just to get me to set down for a lengthy sales pitch for your latest..." Donatello laughed in genuine surprise. "No, oh, no, sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way," Doug backtracked, denying what he had, in fact been doing. "Let me begin at the beginning," Doug reloaded. "The reason I asked about how much you knew about EcstasyInc is that the company decided a year or two ago to take the whole naked young boy resort business to a new level. We found that there was quite a sizable, but discreet, group of well-to-do boylovers like yourself who wanted more than a quicky, week-long encounter every so often with our boys. So, we negotiated with the Bahamians, made them a deal they couldn't refuse, and landed a whole new island...much bigger than Ecstasy...and I think, leaving the lovely young boys aside, even more beautiful than Ecstasy. We call it Erotic Isle. My husband and I have a place there..." "Derek Chandler?" Donatello interjected. "You know Derek?" Doug reacted in surprise, the revelation having thrown him of his sale pitch somewhat. "Know him? No. I've READ him. He still writes for the Gay Blade, doesn't he?" Donatello questioned. "Well, he's cut back...semi-retired now, but...yeah, from time to time," Doug told him. "I'm sure your little boy is quite lovely, but it's really Derek I'd like to meet," Donatello admitted. "Well, they come as a package deal, you gotta put up with Buddy to meet Derek," Doug joked. "I take it you like what you read...Derek's columns, I mean." "I find him quite intellectually stimulating," Donatello hinted with his tone that his intellect might not be all that Derek stimulated. "I'm sure Derek would like to meet you as well," Doug improvised, unsure if Derek had even heard of Donatello Raphaello. "Very well, now that you know I'm more interested in your husband than your pubescent little boy, does the invitation still stand?" "Of course, I'll be taking a chopper over to Nassau town day after tomorrow, soon as I wrap up a few things here," Doug explained, "I'd love you to join me. We'll go from there to the island." "Just where the hell IS this...this EROTIC Island. Never heard of it," Donatello asked impatiently as he stood, signaling the end of their meeting. "I'd be surprised...not to mention upset if you had," Doug smiled. "It's quite...hush...hush...shhhhh, if you know what I mean." "No, Mr. Bristol, I'm afraid I don't," Donatello pursued his curiosity. "It's not something we talk about. Once you see it, once you been there, enjoyed the Erotic Island experience for yourself, you'll understand why we're so...circumspect...shall we say?" "Ecstasy on steroids?" Donatello winked, "two dozen, beautiful, naked, horny young boys per resident? Something like that?" "Uhhh...no, I wouldn't characterize it like that at all," Doug allowed. "It's not much like Ecstasy Island at all. Like I said, larger, more beautiful, slower paced...it's just hard to describe." "Which obviously you're not inclined to do," Donatello gave up. "Okay, I'll bite. Call and give Lonnie the details. He's gonna shit when I tell him he can't come along." "Why not? Bring him along, anyone with a face and body like that..." Doug suggested. "I don't think so. Not when there's a bunch of horny little guys like your two running around bare-assed naked all the time," Donatello decided. "I don't need the competition...or the stress. I paid his way to Ecstasy the first time...never again." "Your call," Doug once more extended his hand. "Just don't forget your checkbook." "How about I just bring a trunk full of Cox Stocks?" Donatello joked. "Two. Bring two trunkfuls," Doug warned. "The market's down today." "Ouch," Donatello grimaced as he held one of the oak double doors for Doug to leave. "Lonnie? LONNIE? Damn, never around when you need him, ALWAYS around when you don't." "I know the feeling, "Doug laughed. "Teenagers..." "Except, unfortunately, he's no teenager any more," Donatello sighed. "The dumb fuck went and turned twenty on me last month. He's gettin' downright long in the tooth, as they say. LONNIE...LONNN...oh, there you are...what're you doin', back there at the computer jackin' off to porn again?" "No sir. I was in my room jackin' off," Lonnie revealed, hoping to embarrass his boss. "Have a nice orgasm?" Doug read the man/boy precisely. "Huh? Uhh...ahh...I...yes...very...very nice indeed," Lonnie struggled to recover from Doug's insight. "Wipe that silly grin off your face and show Mr. Bristol out," Donatello ordered. "And try to keep your hands to yourself." "Just don't try too hard," Doug winked at the "executive assistant" as he left. "Who the fuck was THAT?" Lonnie questioned as he returned to Donatello's office a moment later. "Wouldn't you like to KNOW..." Donatello smiled up at him, then returned to his Wall Street Journal. "Get my broker on the phone, time to buy some more Cox." "Oh...I'm sorry, almost forgot, your wife called. I told here you were busy," Lonnie revealed. "Wants you to call her back." "My WIFE?" Donatello reacted. "Your EX-wife...sorry," Lonnie appologized. "Get her," Donatello ordered with no small degree of distaste. "Line two," Lonnie called to Donatello from his desk in the next room a moment later. "What the fuck do YOU want?" Donatello barked as he picked up the phone. "I love YOU too," Christina reacted. "No hello, my dear, how are you, how are the boys?" "Christina, we're YEARS past such pleasantries," Donatello replied, "and...as Rhett Butler used to say, Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." "And I suppose you don't give a damn about your sons, either," Christina accused. "You know better'n that," Donatello argued. "Now, suppose you tell me why you called." "Nicholas and Mikolos have turned queer," Christina sought to shock their father with her bluntness. "That's nice, what else is new?" Donatello refused her ploy. "This is NOT funny," Christina insisted. "I caught the two of them naked in bed...masturbating..." "Forgodsake, Christina, is that all?" Donatello did, in fact laugh this time. "They're boys, they're entering puberty, they've got cocks. Boys do that." "To each other?" Christina countered, "...naked, fully aroused, kissing...ejaculating." "Ejaculating? Nicholas? Ejaculating? He's only eleven." Donatello reacted in surprised to his ex-wife's final frustration alone. "Hell, I don't know," Christina once more burst into tears. "All I know they both looked...wet." "Christina, this is all very enlightening...amusing even, but just what the fuck you expect ME to do about it?" "I'm sending the two of them to YOU, tomorrow morning," Christina blurted. "I just can't handle something like this." "Like hell you are!" Donatello cried. "Christina, you insisted on custody, you insisted on the ten grand a month child support, as much as I love all three of them, they're YOUR problem. You're their mother, the mother of three growing...sexually maturing teenaged...or ALMOST teenaged boys." "Donatello, I didn't call to argue the point! Be at the airport...Miami International, United flight 881, 11:23 a.m." Christina sobbed, having learned long ago that her ex was not the type to react to anything less than determined force. "No...Nicholas, Mikolos...they're BOTH too young to travel that far alone," Donatello insisted. "What, you afraid someone's going to mollest them in the plane lavatory?" Christina argued angrily. "That's sick..." Donatello sighed. "You're sick..." "I can't do this again," Christina once more burst into tears. "Again?" Donatello reacted in dismay. "AGAIN...just like with you...you and little Aaron Stemple," Christina reminded him. "So, we're back to that," Donatello sighed. "God, you're such a homophobe!" "And you're such a PEDOPHILE!" Christina shouted back. "Christina, lower your voice, the boys might hear you," Donatello worried. "Donatello...they know," Christina dropped her bombshell. "They...whadya mean they know?" Donatello reacted in stunned dismay, knowing full well the answer. "I told them," Christina said simply. "You TOLD them?" Donatello repeated. "Everything?" "Enough...all they need to know," Christina went on. "They know you're gay. They know you like to mess with little boys. They know now why we divorced...and most of all why I can't handle something like this." "What about Marco? He know too?" Donatello reacted in dread, knowing full well his oldest son was anything BUT gay. He was not at all sure how the boy would take it. "He's upstairs with the other two now, trying to explain...stepping into the shoes of...a father...quite bravely, I might add." Donatello was silent. "Don? You still there?" Christina reacted to his silence. She hadn't called him "Don" in years. "Okay, you're right..." Donatello told her. "What?" Christina hadn't expected a capitulation. "You said you couldn't handle this," Donatello sighed. "I can see, you're obviously right about that, if nothing else." "Thank you." "Send the boys...only send Marco with them," Donatello decreed. "NO!" Christina cried. "Why should I send him, so you can turn him queer too?" "If I was there, I'd slap your fuckin' face for that!" Donatello shouted. "You know I'd never touch even ONE of my sons." "No, I can't say as I do," Christina accused. "Marco's staying here." "All or nothing," Donatello insisted. "Othewise, you better not leave the airport because I'll put Nicholas and Mikolos back on the next flight back to Chicago so fast it'll make your hooters spin." This time it was Christina's silence which spoke of surrender. "Thanks to you, I've got some explaining to do to my sons," Donatello continued. "Besides the two younger ones not traveling alone, I think they all three should...well...bond...here...with me and...ohhhh fuccckkkkkk...." "What?" Christina reacted. "Nothing," Donatello insisted. "Didn't sound like 'nothing' to me," Christina insisted. She knew her ex better than he knew himself. "It's nothing...nothing I can't handle..." Donatello explained. "I had plans but..." "How long you gonna keep Marco?" Christina asked, begrudginly accepting his ultimatum. "Listen, there is NOTHING permanent about this," Donatello bargained. "When I think things are under control, when you get your 'mother of three adolescent boys' act together..." "Marco starts school in three weeks," Christina told him. "The other two..." "Three weeks..." Donatello agreed then hung up. "I'll clean the guest room," Lonnie peeked around into his boss's office. "Your broker is waiting very impatiently on line one. "Dammit, Lonnie, how many times...." "Your broker... Line one..." "Josh, thanks for waiting," Donatello tried to change his vocal demeanor. "See how many shares of Cox you can line up. I'll go as high and 26.50 if need be." "Cox? Cox International?" Josh Abraham tried not to laugh. "You got that kind of money to gamble. They're down today." "Good, I'm always in the market for bargains," Donatello reacted. "My god, man, for 26 and a half I could line you up a million or more," Josh told him. "Cox ain't exactly hot at the moment. You know something?" "Like you said, it's a bet," Donatello revealed nothing of his thinking. "I'll get back with you...after the market opens tomorrow," Josh agreed. "Small blocks! I know, the price is going to go up...but we don't want to light a skyrocket." "Small blocks...right...." They hung up. Donatello leaned back silently in his chair. His thoughts bubbled over--Nicholas and Milolos...gay? Christina was high strung but...he knew her well enough to know her instincts were seldom wrong. His mind descended on the bedroom the two boys shared, the double bed they shared, the two, naked young boy-bodies they shared, the two hard little boy-COCKS they shared, seeing them, watching them jacking one another off. He felt his cock harden painfully in his pants. "So, sounds like we're about to have a couple horny little buggers on our hands," Lonnie suggested, caring not in the least that Donatello hated it when he eavesdropped. "Get naked," Donatello suddenly ordered. "I need a blowjob. "Now," he added softly. Lonnie began unbuttoning his brightly colored sportshirt. Donatello watched intently, eyeing him, even as he slipped off his own loafers and unbuttoned his white slacks. "I do better when you're naked too," Lonnie suggested suggestively. Still seated, Donatello slipped off his sportscoat and stripped his pinkish Polo shirt over his head, revealing a lighly muscled chest and taunt abdomen. He lifted his butt from the chair momentarily as he pants joined the rest of his clothes on the floor behind his desk. Naked, his seven-inch cock jutting straight up, hard and throbbing, Lonnie approached his boss, enjoying the feeling of being visually devoured, his trim, slender nakedness glowing in the harsh, office lighting. He knelt between Donatello's outstretched legs and reached for the man's bikini underwear, working them down over Donatello's naked legs. Then, to Lonnie's surprise, Donatello reached for him, urging him to his feet, then taking the boy's massive hard cock between his own lips, he sucked down on it. "Ohhhhhh fuck, I love it when you do that," Lonnie cooed as he gripped Donatello's head and began face-fucking the man as he had so many times befor over the past five years. "I love your cock," Donatello looked up at his 'boy' who really wasn't one anymore. "Suck me," Lonnie sighed softly. "Mmmmmmmm..." Donatello murmurred, his mouth full of the cock he so loved. "Suck me off," Lonnie moaned. "Ohhhhahhahhahhhahhhmmmmmmm fucccckkkkkk...." "God, you taste good," Donatello sighed between strokes. "Mmmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmmmmm..." "You suck good," Lonnie gasped as a jolting spasm of pleasure swelled within his loins. "God, I love it when you do that to me...that thing with your tongue...over my knob...aahhahhahhahhhh god, yes, yes, yesss, sooo goooooooddd..." "Make me some cum," Donatello whispered up at the boy. "Gettin' there," Lonnie assured him as he pumped his cock between the man's lips. "Feelin' good?" "Don't talk, suck," Lonnie cried, his aching sexual pleasure growing more acute. "Hurry up, shoot your cum, so you can do me," Donatello urged softly, his mouth full of cock. "Gettin' me there," Lonnie promised. "Gettin' me close, ohahhhahh fuck, ahahhehrhhhgh god, fuccck, man, I can feel it, oghhehahehrh fuck, you're good, you're really hot today, aogohehaoheoihhhhh yeah, doin' it to me, doin' it to me, man, ohhhh fuck, gonna do it, oahgehahhe fuck, gettin' close, ohhhhah yeah, yeah, suck it, man, suck me, suck me, suckme, suckme, suckme, suckmesuckmesuckmesuckmesuckme, aooghhieaoeihro god, get ready....get ready...almost....oahhghehahr god, almost... almost...gonna blow...gonna fuckin' NUT, ahhahhahh god, gonna cum! OOAOEHAHEHHIIIRIH FUCK, GONNA UMMMMMM...CUMMMMM... AHGHIEIAOOEIIHROIH FUCK, CUMMMIN', CUMMMIIN', CUMMIN', HOOAOOHEOIHHOIHOIH GOD, DONATELLO, DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, OHHAHEHHH GOD, ORGASM CITY, MAN, OAHAHEEHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, OGHEOAIOEHOIH GOD, SUCK IT, MAN, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY CUM, TAKE IT, MAN, OHAHHAHEHHH FUCCCKKKKK...FUCKKKK...WHAT A FUCKIN' FEELING YOU'RE GIVIN' ME, OAHHGHEH AH GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, AOGEHOAIEH GOD, SUCKIN' THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLS, MAN, OOGIAHEOIHROIEH FUCK YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" "Now...suck me, fucker, suck me now, before I start shootin' without...ahghehhoaoiehhhh yeah, that's it, boy, that's it, suck that fucker, kid," Donatello pushed the boy back to his knees and powered his massive eight inches between the boy's cocksucking lips. "Suck that fucker, suck it, suck it succccckkkk it, oaheoaoiheoihr god, make me cum, boy, suck my fuckin' cock and make me cum, ghaooaiooehhh god, yes, yes, you know what I like, you know how to do it, suck me off, suck me off, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' me, ogheaieihaehhhl fuck, boy, up and down, up and down, oghahehhrehh god, feelin' it, feelin' it, gettin' me close, boy, ahhghehaheh yeah, that feels good, feels incredible, ghhoaoiehoihoh yeah, yeah, keep doin' that, a little harder, a little faster, a little...HAHAHHAEHHEIHAHHEHHEHHHH...OAOIEIHROEIHAHOEHR FUCK, CUMMIN', BOY, CUMMIN', CUMMING, SUCKIN' ME OFF AND MAKIN' ME CUMMM...AHGEOOIAHEIRHO...OOEIHAHEHRHHHGHHE...OEOAOIEHHHEHAHHEHH YEAH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, SUCKMEOFF, SUCKMEOFF,SUCKMEOFF,SUCKMEOFFSUCKMEOFFSUCKMEOF, AHGHOEO YEAH, HOAEIHOAEH FUCK, FEELS SO GOOD, GHHHAHEHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHH, HARDER, FASTER SUCK IT, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM, BOY, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm...!!"