Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 00:51:32 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm, Chapter 22 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," 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 "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "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 TWENTY-TWO "What in the fuck is going on over there?" Doug laughed as he and Derek observed the younger generation starting to literally "hook up." "It's either a conga line or the biggest clusterfuck in history," Derek laughed as well as the two drew closer to the blanket-covered palms the boys had improvised earlier. "Damn, they're all fuckin' each other!" Marco gasped in shocked dismay. "Standing up, no less." "Come on, it's fun," Bunny urged, pulling him toward the line of slender, naked, little boys with their cocks lodged deeply in each other's tight sphincters. "Heyyyy, no way, YOU'RE the only one around here I'm gonna fuck." Marco objected. "I ain't gay. I ain't gonna pop my cock in any naked little boys...and I'm SURE AS FUCK not gonna take any cocks up MY ass!" "Shall we join them?" Derek proposed. "Front of the line," Doug insisted. "We're a little hefty for Nicholas, there, bringing up the rear. Cute little rear, though." "Little? Not according to Ronon," Derek laughed, "but maybe we better not push it, wouldn't wanna spill any blood on a nice night like this." Both men rapidly stroked their cocks to hardness as Doug spread his cheeks for Donatello's massive cock and then inserted his own between those of his husband, firmly locking the two of them into place. "Ohhhhhh fuck, it's been YEARS since I've done this," Doug laughed as he looked about for someone to fuck his own cock into. "Hey...you two, come on, join the fun!" He called out to Bunny and Marco, the only two standing off to the side as the long line began to heave and thrust their way toward sexual group pleasure. "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Marco firmly insisted. "Have it your way," Bunny cried out in joyous anticipation as she rushed forward, and presented her well-worn ass to her stepfather's cock. "Front door or back?" Derek questioned. "Who the hell cares, just poke it in me and fuck me!" Bunny cried in the heat of sexual desire as she watched in amusement the look on Marco's face as he stood there, his impressive six-inch cock aching to fuck but having no acceptable sexual orafice to enjoy. "Don't just stand there, turn on the radio," Doug yelled to Marco. "Start the music, let's take this show on the road!" "Huh...uhhhh...ohhhh, right," Marco reacted, dumbfounded that he should be called upon to instigate such a spectacle. He nervously fumbled with a few buttons and ended up starting a CD instead of the radio, a rousing version of "Old Time Rock and Roll." He shook his head attempting to clear his vision as his mind pictured Tom Cruise fucking Bunny, rather than Derek Chandler as she led off the lengthy line of naked male flesh starting to snake its way around him, deliberately teasing him, before heading off up the darkened beach toward neighboring villas, apparently hoping to lengthen their line of naked sexual pleasure. "WHOOOOOOOEEEEEEEE....DAMMMNNNN...DON'T NONE OF YOU KIDS FALL DOWN BACK THERE OR THIS COULD ALL END QUITE TRAGICALLY!!" Doug called out to the others as the ten of them fucked their way up the beach, veering off into the water from time to time. "AHOOO, MAN, THIS IS FUCKIN' FUNNNN!" Nicholas cried out as he struggled to keep his hard young boy-cock firmly embedded in Kevin's beautiful, tight ass. "Slow down, these kids've got short legs," Ronon called from the middle of the line. "OOoohhahhahhh fuck, feels like I could cum before we get halfway to...to...wherever the hell it is Bunny thinks we're going." Marco stared after them in stunned disbelief. Then, realizing his meager part in the movable orgy, he grabbed the radio/CD player and followed, playing DJ, taking their music with them. The first song ended followed by Bill Haley and the Comets' "Rock Around the Clock." Marco couldn't help but laugh as the group took to singing along, except it came out "We're gonna FUCK around the clock tonight; we're gonna FUCK, FUCK, FUCK till broad daylight; we're gonna FUCK, gonna FUCK, around the clock tonight." ----------------------------- Even superboys have to sleep. Justin Bieber slept between Titan and Diamond, the three of them lying on their sides, Diamond's cock lodged from the back between Justin's legs while Justin was similarly aligned between Titan's legs. They were all three hard but so fucked out from the trip and their horseplay in the shower as to be relatively benigns in their sexual slumbers. Outside, the sky was pinkish as Justin awoke, his cock hard as fuck, but not from any sexual impulses but because he needed to take his morning piss. Moments later, a stead yellow stream "tinkled" the commode, awakening Titan. "Mind if I join ya?" "Piss away, just don't run it over," Justin joked. "Diamond still asleep?" "Level three mind..." Titan smiled. "Even having been upgraded, their downtime is rather lengthy." "And yours?" Justin asked as he finished. "Modest...three, four hours usually, five if I've been wrung out," Titan smiled, shaking the last drops of urine from his purple cockhead. "Wrung out?" Justin questioned, wanting to learn about about the functioning of a half-boy, half machine sexual creature he'd just acquired. "You mean, sexually?" "Well, that too, sometimes, but mostly it's intense mental processing that taxes my systems most," Titan explained as he and Justin headed toward the kitchen. "Hungry?" Justin questioned, already knowing the answer. "Oh, yeah..." Titan replied in delight at the prospects of food. "You cook?" Justin asked. "Was Julia Child tall?" "Eggs Benedict?" Justin suggested. "I make a killer hollandaise," Titan smiled. "Got muffins?" "There, in the breadbox," Justin pointed. "While you're playing Julia Child, I'll go check my e-mail, see what kind of mood Scooter's in this morning." "Twenty minutes," Titan told him. "Twenty minutes," Justin repeated as he pulled up his e-mail account. "God, 635 items!" he gasped. He scrolled down through them. His jet crew were getting antsy fucking little boys day in and day out at the Bristol Helton. "Enjoy," Justin typed a one-word message, then clicked "send." "Okay, how long?" the message from his good friend and professional mastermind, Mr. Braun had apparently tweeted, even though the message arrived as e-mail." "About seven inches, you know that," Justin joked in reply, "...though by tomorrow night, it might be closer to eight, I've been working out." He clicked "send," then realized he'd not really answered Scooter's question. Scooter hated it when he did that. He typed a follow-up: "Back there on tomorrow night's shuttle chopper, tell the guys in uniform to look sharp. Next stop, London. The Palladium? No baggage, just me."--Bieb. There was an e-mail from his mother wondering where he was. Justin thought for a moment, then typed a coded message only his mother would understand: "Upstairs playing with my new toys. Send more battaries. Three hugs and four kisses.--Justin." "Poached hard or soft?" Titan called from the kitchen. "Hard, of course," Justin called back. "Naked and hard." "Any messages for me?" Diamond waundered in, rubbing his eyes, exquisitely beautiful in his sleepy nakedness. "Mmmmm...let me see...uhhhhmmmmm," Justin scrolled down over the lengthy list. "You interested in marriage proposals...cute girls, even...whoooooooo...cute BOYS too...geeeesss...naked too...and hard...obscenely beautiful." "Hey, what am I, chopped kidney?" Diamond objected to Justin's ogling of photo after photo of naked teenagers of both sexes. "Liver," Justin corrected gazing up at the boy, receiving a quick peck on his nose. He smiled, then turned his attention back to the computer, looking for e-mail addreses he might recognize. "Liver?" Diamond looked at him blankly. "Liver," Justin repeated..."chopped liver, not kidney." "It's on the table," Titan called from the kitchen. "Breakfast..." Justin told the slender young boy hovering over his shoulder, his hard, throbbing, young boycock pressed hotly against his back. "I ain't hungry," Diamond claimed as he gleefully replaced Justin in front of the computer. "Suit yourself," Justin shrugged. "But...hey don't go answering any those horny fuckers," he warned. "Coolllll, one from Tink!" "Missing you boys already. Hanson is being a royal pain in the asshole department." Diamond read. "I'm starting to wish for Mike back. This whole promotion thing has gone to Hanson's head...BOTH of them, actually. He was over here last night fucking the dorm boys. I had to lay down the law, even if he is, technically, my boss--no boys under twelve. Pissed him off but he'll get over it." Diamond set about typing: "Tink, I wish I could say I miss you guys but... Actually I been so busy with a cock up my ass...or vice-versa, I haven't really had time to think about Bristol. What happened to Mike? Did old Jim Loin have him barbecued or stir-fried? Don't know what's on tap for today but I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with my cock. Love my cock. Sittin' here jackin' my cock. Ooooooo...ahhhhhhahhhh...cummmmmiiinnnnggggggg!--Diamond" "What's this, cyber-sex via email?" Titan peered over Diamond's shoulder as he pressed "send." "Go suck an egg...or a cock, if you prefer," Diamond shot back. "Speaking of eggs, there's some scrambled ones in the kitchen, you'd better eat something," Titan told his "brother." You're probably going to be expending a lot of protien before the day's over. "You didn't put your hollandaise shit all over'em did ya?" Diamond demanded as he relinquished his seat to Titan. "No, even better, I shot a load of cum on 'em as a garnish," Titan joked. "My turn to look at all the EcstasyInc boy-porn. "You need to hurry, I have to go over to the resort, take care of some business, I figured you two would want to go along," Justin told Diamond as he gobbled down scrambled eggs by the glob, carefully eating around any which looked like they might have any of Titan's hated hollandaise. "What resort?" Diamond asked between mouthfuls. "Got any root beer?" "For fuckin' BREAKFAST?" Justin laughed. "Plain beer will do, too," Diamond joked. "What resort?" he repeated himself. "Why, Justin Bieber's boy Village, over there, just across the water. You can see the tower." He pointed through the window. "That's the hotel part. It straddles the inlet, part of the place is on one side, the entrance is on the other. Boats travel back and forth underneath." "How many boys?" Titan asked as he returned to the kitchen, having tired at looking at naked boys on line, preferring the live ones still having breakfast. "Ecstasy supplies about two dozen, the rest are resort staff and guests." Justin told them. "BYOBOY?" Titan laughed. "BYOBOY...hmmm...cute," Justin smiled. "I'll have to remember that one...use it as a slogan, maybe. "Do we have to swim over?" Diamond finished eating, still literally having 'egg on his face.' ------------------ The Bristol Beach conga line went up the beach more than half a mile, sometimes breaking apart, but then regrouping as some struggled to walk and fuck ass at the same time. Gradually it fell apart in some guy's grassy backyard where their movement triggered security lights causing their hyper-sexual little parade to disolve in a orgiastic fuck-fest attracting several more neighborhood residents. Even Ronon was startled as Silly pointed out two little kids, apparently brother and sister, who had joined the group at some point. The little boy appeared to be about nine or ten, his sister at least a year younger than that. Still, both kids were taking cocks like they'd been at it for years. Little brother was getting fucked by Buddy (who else) while the cute little girl seemed to be enjoying sucking on Marco's magnificent male appendage. Bunny, having lost sight of Marco was being fucked by his father. Kevin was cock deep in some kid's ass no one seemed to recognize while Derek was fucking Mikolos and Ronon once more had his cock all but embedded in Nicholas. The yard was literally littered with naked, mostly male bodies heaving, thrusting, growning, grunting, and growling in growing sexual pleasure, interrupted only by the sound of the occassional wail of orgasmic discharge. Silly was running around poking his hard little cock into any unoccupied asshole he could find, fucking like a rabbit for a brief interval before being overtaken repeatedly by howling orgasms only to immediately go in search of another Duralon drunk partner. "Must be two or three DOZEN," Doug Bristol observed as he pulled a switch on Silly and fucked the boy with heaving, power-strokes which had Silly crying out, begging for "...more...more....MOOOORRRE!" This was no "fly-by-night" orgy. In fact, it went on ALL night, though some participants were so overcome with the rampant sexual pleasure they "momentarily" passed out in the grass, some not even totally disengaged from their equally unconscious pleasure partner. Despite the fact Doug was a "numbers" man he quickly lost track of how many times he'd shot his cum and with how many different people. The thought occurred to him a few times that he'd perhaps fucked EVERYONE there, at least once. His sex befogged mind at times looking about, seeking to confirm that fact, while worried that he'd fucked SOME of the people ONLY once. By first light, those still standing were laughing hilariously at one another, noting the grass stains on everyone's knees, backs, and butts. Though few, if any, of the participants had consumed much, alcohol, there was a generalized, Duralon drunkeness all about, as even those still sexually fotified with varying dosages of the island's little miracle drug fell to the side, literally too exhausted to fuck any more. "Best orgy we've had in months," Derek congratulated his husband when once they managed to find their feet beneath them. "Best EVER," Doug insisted. "Wanna fuck some more?" "Nope, we already did it four times already," Derek mumbled, pretending to be just short of a drunken stupor. "I'm not nearly as think as you fucked I am," Doug played along. Then, pointing, "would you fuckin' take a look at that!" Not far away was Buddy, passed out, face down in the grass, Silly glued (literally) to his back, his hard little boy cocklet still deeply embedded in Buddy's anal pleasure passage. "I think they like each other," Derek joked. "Looks like LOVE to me," Doug insisted. "Anybody seen a spare pack of Trojans lying around here someplace?" Donatello Raphaello stumbled by. "I seem to have missplaced mine during the festivities last night. Both Derek and Doug began laughing. "You're probably the ONLY man on the island who'd worry about such a thing." "You'd BETTER worry, I saw my boy fuckin' your girl...BAREBACK!" Donatello drunkenly admitted. He, for one, HAD been drinking and apparently quite a lot. "NOOoooooooo....damn...I'll have to scold the boy severely for that," Doug teased. "Where is he?" "Over there in the bushes...jackin' himself off," Donatello pointed, loosing his balance, tottering into Doug, grabbing him, holding tight to keep from collapsing. "Mmmmmm...would you look at that...a hard cock...I thought they were a thing of the past by now." "Nawww...I still got a few more cums in me, ya wanna suck it?" Doug suggested in jest. "Nawwww...Mr. Bristol, I'm so sorry, my good man. I'd like to but...I can't," Donatello did his best to appear sober. "You see, I'm too fuckin' DRUNK!" He broke down in uproarous laughter at his own bad joke then collapsed to the sand at Doug's feet, still clinging to his host's slender legs. "Gees, if I ever get that bad, send me on a walk to Ecstasy," Doug sighed, stepping gingerly out of Donatello's now limp embrace. "ON the water or UNDER it?" Derek joked. "There for a minute I thought he was gonna throw up on me," Doug finally freed himself from the man's embrace. "Shall we call 911 to have'em come pick up everyone and take them home?" Derek suggested in gazing around. There were even a couple couples still fucking. "Must be late arrivals," he noted. "Can we go back?" Bobby asked as he and Mikolos hung all over one another. "I'm hungry," Mikolos complained, looking down seeing his father for the first time melted dead away at Doug's feet. "He gonna be okay?" "Probably not," Doug observed critically, "why?" "I've never seen him drunk before," Mikolos admitted. "It's a sight, my son, NO boy should EVER see," Derek told him. "Now run along; go fuck someone; he'll be okay; we'll take him back."