Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 01:56:41 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 24 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-FOUR "The usual, Mr. Bieber?" "Of course, I need it bad," Justin smiled up at the strikingly handsome, even beautiful masseur, barely out of his teens as he laid down on the padded table. "Iliad, this is Titan, he'd like a happy ending...or two." "ORIN!" Iliad called for a second masseur. "Just lie down there on the table, Titan," Iliad instructed. "Orin's young but he's good...VERY good, in fact, if you know what I mean," Iliad winked at the young teen as Titan laid down next to Justin, their tables barely an inch apart. "Mmmmmmmmm...." Justin moaned as Iliad's magic fingers began working on his shoulders. "Orin, this is Titan, he's a friend of Justin's," Iliad introduced the two. Orin was blond, slender, muscular, and appeared to be barely fifteen or sixeteen. "He'd like a massage with a happy ending," Iliad told the boy. "Whoa, he's fuckin' BEAUTIFUL," Orin gushed as he got a first glimpse of Titan's face and exquisite naked body. "How about a happy BEGINNING too?" "I'll just have what HE'S having," Titan smiled up at the boy as Orin began to work on him, starting by massaging his firm, slender buttocks. "Orin, the shoulders?" Iliad directed discreetly. "Orin's an ass man," he explained. "Hell, he's work your ass for the full hour if no one objected." "Feels good," Titan smiled. "I love it when guys play with my ass." Nonetheless, Orin moved to the teenager's shoulders as instructed. "Haven't seen you here for a while," Iliad made conversation as he and Orin worked over their clients. "Lots of concert dates?" "Lots of dates," Justin sighed, "Ohhhahhmmmnnnnnnn yeah, ahhhhhh keep doin' that...mmmmmm." "Rather tense, it's been too long," Iliad diagnosed as his pulled and pushed Justin's muscular physique. "You and Justin fuck-buddies?" Orin asked Titan. "Orin, mind your own business, that was out of line," Iliad murmurred almost under his breath. "Out of line?" Justin smiled, "Not around HERE it ain't. Hell, everyone knows who's fuckin' everyone else, how long, and how hard. Most of the time they're even WATCHING." "Of course," Iliad relented. It didn't pay to disagree with the boss. "Still, we like to maintain a discreet presence." "Feelin' good, Titan?" Justin smiled over at the beautiful face of the young boy he owned. "Sweet," Titan smiled back, moving, straining to kiss Justin's lips. "Gonna have to teach Diamond how to do this." "Isn't there an app for that?" Justin joked, his humor quite private between the two of them. "He's an overachiever, probably tear me limb from limb," Titan searched his humor chip for another light comment. "Mmmmmmm, I could learn to love this." "I told you he was good," Iliad reminded them. "You're an Adonis, right?" Orin guessed. "How'd you...what makes you think that?" Titan responded, barely stopping himself before admitting his origin. "I can tell...you feel formulated...your muscles, firm, taunt, but not tensed," Orin revealed. "It's in the fingers." "Don't worry, your secret is safe with us," Iliad assured them. "There are more boys like yourself here than you might think. "You're too perfect," Orin continued as he worked. "Slender, lithe, lean, not a half-ounce of fat anywhere, flawless skin, exquisitely beautiful face, intelligent, stale humor..." "Orin, watch yourself," Iliad reprimanded his protege gently. "Oahhahhahhh fuck...fuccckkk...ahhhhahh god, that feels good," Justin moaned as Iliad gently rolled him over on the table. "Is that a strap-on or are you happy to see me?" Iliad joked. "Iliad, watch yourself," Oran remarked snidely. "$129.95...on sale...J.C. Penney's." Justin joked. "I think they still have a few left." "Matches your groin complexion very well," Iliad complimented maintaining the premise. "You feeling orgasmic yet?" "Just push that little button on the side and stand back," Justin dead-panned. "You ready to do my front?" Titan asked Orin, anxious to get to the fun part. "You ready to get done?" Orin smiled down at the boy as Titan turned his head, straining to gaze up at the owner of the "talented fingers." "I've been ready since an hour before we got here," Titan insisted as Orin rolled him over. "Fucccckkkk...no strap-on here," Orin gasped as he came head to face with Orin's magnificent member. "Remember what I said about standing back,"Justin told Orin. "He can be rather EXPLOSIVE when he's heated up." "You heated up?" Orin laughed, giving Titan's pecs a workout. "Mmmmm...like a barbecue pit...mmmmm...nice," Titan moaned in pleasure as Orin worked him over. "I love good, hot, spicy meat," Orin made no attempt to mask this own sexual desire for the boy beneath his fingers. "Let's orgasm them?" Iliad eyed his partner, "before they both go off automatically." "No chance, Adonises have incredible control," Orin assured his boss from personal experience. "Had one here once that shot flavored cum, forgodsake...by the fuckin' quart almost. "My brother used to do that," Titan recalled, omitting the multitude of complexities as to why he no longer did. "No longer?" Orin questioned. "Ohahhhahhhahh fucccckkk...ohhhh god, that feels good...mmmmm...god, got me so fuckin' horny," titan moaned. "Do my cock, do my cock now." "Titan, don't push him, let him unveil 'the works'," Justin urged, proud of the resort's sexual pleasure packages, many of which he'd personally overseen in development. "I'm getting 'the works'?" Titan giggled as Orin worked on his his abs, just inches from the massive, hard boy-cock he so anxiously wanted worked on. "Oh yeah, retail price, $259.95, on sale, today only, for $199.95, while supplies last," Justin joked as he too longed for Iliad to touch his cock with the same exquisitely talented fingers he was using to give the rest of his naked body so much pleasure. "But that's not ALL," Titan mimicked. "Call right now and we'll give you a SECOND happy ending absolutely free, just pay separate shipping and handling." "Too much TV," Justin joked as he watched Iliad suddenly bend over, swooping down orally over the mighty length of his soaring hard man-cock. "OHHHHHHAHH my godddddddd....ahahhahh god, aahhahhahhh fuck, I almost came," Justin gasped as Iliad lifted his head from the cock looming before him. "Just a bit of natural lubrication," Iliad insisted as he began slowly stroking Justin's exquisite sexual pleasure probe. "I could use some lubricating too," Titan pleaded with his won pleasure boy. "I thought Adonises were self-lubricating," Orin teased. "Only in the rear," Titan now confessed his sexual being. "There's an app for that, you know," Orin joked as he, too, suddenly sucked down on his horny client's cock, taking every inch, deepthroating the boy completely. "Aahahheahhhiaeiiaeihghhahhhhhh...ahhahehhahhahhh fucccckkkk...keep doin' that....ahhahahhahh..." Titan moaned as his sexual pleasure suddenly swelled within him. "Orin, I don't care if he is the boss' private pleasure boy," Iliad warned, "you're a masseur, not a common cocksucker." "Mmmmm....tastes goooodddd..." Orin dwelt upon Titan's flavor, "Kona coffee...touch of caramel...maybe a...a chocolate Danish on the side?" "Talented tongue, too," Titan told his new sexual friend. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, suck it..." "That's what he had for breakfast, not some...some fuckin' PHONE app." Justin informed them. "I knew that," Orin insisted. "let's see what he's been brewing up in the CUM department." "Ohhhhh yeah...ohhhhhh fuck, stroke that fucker, stroke me and jack me off," Justin urged, squirming a bit in growing sexual need as Iliad began gently pleasuring his cock. "Do it to me harder," Titan urged softly. "Easy, boy, it just keeps getting better," Justin insisted. "I'm feeling it," Titan grimmaced as Orin finally got around ito pleasuring the most important part. "Ohhhhhh god, I'm feeling it..ohhhahhahhh godddddd." "Don't cum...please...not yet...almost done," Orin pleaded, backing off slightly. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk....ohhhhh fuck that feels goooooodd, "Titan gasped as his cock responded to Orin's magical touch. "Ohhhhyeah, jack me, man, jack me, jack me, jack me offfffffff...aogheoaeirha god, feels good, ghaoeihoaher fuccckkk, incredible, aghaheiaiieiaehhhhahhfucccckkkkkk..." "I know what you mean," Justin turned his head toward Titan, watching the boy glow with sexual pleasure. "Ohhhh yeah, Iliad, keep doin' that, ohhhhhh yeah, feels gooooodddd....gooooooooodddd...aghhahehraiooerhh fuck, sooo deep, sooo strong...ohhh fucckkk...intense..." "Love this feeling...love it when someone does it to me...jacks me off, strokes my cock like that....ahghhahehrh fuck man, do it to me, do it to me, Orin, ahgaoieoraih god, jack me, jack me, jack me, keep jackin' me, man, ohhh fuck, oahhhahahgod, my, my cock, oaghoeaiheor fuck, my cock...ahahhhahahhhh..." Titan moaned, the spasms of aching, naked sexual pleasure growing more and more intense deep down in his pulsating groin. "Feeeling it?" Orin questioned. "Feelin' good? Oh yeah, kid, ohhahhahh fuck yeah, nice cock, oaghhoeiahao god, love jackin' off Adonises, love seein' the look on their faces as they enjoy their cocks...enjoy my hands on their cocks." "Watch it, don't do him too hard, let him enjoy it, feeling the build-up, don't make him cum too soon," Iliad instructed. "Buildin' up alright," Justin smiled, his eyes cast downward over his magnificent nakedness as Iliad worked him over, exciting ever stronger feelings of sexual pleasure within him. "Ohhhahhahfuck man, best handjob I've had in....since the last time I was here." "We aim to please," Iliad smiled down at the incredibly beautiful pop singer. "You have such a lovely, lively cock, it's a pleasure for me to give it...and you pleasure like this." "Feels like...like it just keeeps getting better and better and better...like it's never gonna end," Titan closed his eyes, savoring every exquisite spasm of sexual beauty Orin's talented fingers were giving him. "Oaaahhhahhhhhh yessssss...yesss, yesss, yessss,yes,yes,yes,yes...ahhahhah...ahhahhhh" "Whoa, there, kid, you almost went into orgasm," Orin stopped suddenly, letting the super-heated, hyperactive cock before him throb and bob, pulsating with near-orgasmic pleasure. "Whoooooooo, god, almost....ahhhahhah fuck, fuck, fuck...ahahhehaeighehahhhhhhhh...." Titan moaned out his pleasure. "Don't stop next time, just let it explode." "You...you under control?" Orin questioned as he watched Titan shudder in sexual bliss. Titan nodded. "I think so." "Wait," Iliad ordered. "I think so ain't good enough. That means about three more strokes and he's off to the moon." "Ohhhhhhfuck, I need an orgasm...soooo baddddddd..." Titan groaned in desperation. "Let the boy go," Justin told them. "I'm older, I can take it, Titan...well...let's just say he's younger than he looks." "Really? How old are you, boy?" Orin questioned, as he once more returned to gently stroking the pulsating hard cock arching up before him. "Don't answer that," Justin ordered. "Or if you do, lie." "Big secret?" Orin contemplated the boy as he masturbated Titan's cock. "I'd guess....mmmm...younger than he looks? Okay, twelve, maybe? "Not even close," Titan revealed. "Ohhhh yeah, love this feeling...mmmmmmmmmmmmm." "Damn...I forgot...formulated..." Orin reconsidered. "Less than a year?" "Orin, stop it, you don't go around askin' other boys here their age," Iliad insisted. "'Bout ready, Mr. Bieber?" "Any time, Iliad, any time," Justin smiled up at his talented masturbator. "Give me an orgasm." "I'll take what he's having," Titan repeated his earlier desire, "only sooner...hoooooo my godddddddddd...ahhhhhh." "Mine's ready," Orin told his mentor. "Ohhhhhgod, ohhhahhhh god, fuck yes, I'm ready...agahehhaoeoiahehhhahhahhh...hooooo...hooooo...ahhahhahah" Titan winced as the spasms of pleasure of before turned into JOLTS of devastating sexual intensity. Orin propelled him now more rapidly than ever toward his ultimate ecstasy. "Ohhhahh fuck, man, do it to me, do it to me, do me, do me, do me, man, orgasm me, jack me off, make me cum, aghoaiehroih crap, feeling it...feeling it....!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, do it, kid, do it, do it, shoot it, shoot it, boy, shoot your cum, nice big one." Orin urged, as if trying to coax the cum from Titan's cock. Yeah...yeah, oh yeah...OAOAHHAHHHAHHH YEAHHHHHH...WOW, NICE ONE, AHHAHHHA FUCK, YEAH! GOD, CAN THIS KID SHOOT CUM. WHOOOOAAAA...CLEAR OVER HIS BEAUTIFUL HEAD. OHHAHHHAH YEAH, OHHHHH FUCK, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE...IF YOU COULD SEE...AHGHHAHHHHHH GEES, SPURT AFTER MASSIVE SPURT, KID, YOU GONNA GO INTO MY LUNCH BREAK PRETTY SOON!" "AIIAIEHAOEHHHAHHAHHAHHHHYEAHHHHHHHHHH, ILIAD, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, BABE, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', MAKIN' ME CUMMMMM...JACK ME, MAN, JACK ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, OHHAHAH FUCK YEAH, STROKE IT, STROKE MY COCK, PUMP ME DRY, PUMP THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY COCK, MAN, RIGHT UP OUTTA MY BALLS, MAN...OHHHHHH DAMN, THAT FEELS GOOD, AHGHAOIEHAOIHER FUCK, FUCCCCCKKKKK...FUCCCCCCKKK...AHAHHHH!" Justin felt himself propelled over the edge, over the top, jetisoned into blast after blast of excruciating sexual pleasure. "How ya doin' over there, kid, gonna make it...fucccckk...didn't I tell you the kid was a real blast to jack off?" "AHAHHIAIIAHEIEIOHGHAHHHAHHH...IAHGHHAHEHRHHHEHAH...IAIHGHEAOOEIHGHGHHGH!!!" Titan wailed in devastating, ejaculating sexual ecstasy, almost more than even his level-five mind could handle. "I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING...AHGHAHHERH FUCK, FUCK, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK ME HARDER, JACK ME FASTER, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, MAN, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, AGHHEAOIEHROAIHE FUCK, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, CUM, CUM, CUMMMMMMM....CUMMMMMMMMMMMM.....CUMMMMMMMMMMMM...." "DAMN, I LOST TRACK OF HOW MANY SPURTS...CUM ALL OVER ME...THE WHOLE FUCKIN' PLACE...GLAD I DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN IT UP," Orin joked as he gradually slowed his pace, watching Titan's cock go from spurting to oozing, then finally dribbling the last dregs of boy-cum down over his gripping fist. "Hooooo fuck, drained my BALLS," Titan moaned, still jerking involuntarily with lingering spasms of aching seuxal pleasure. "Mmmmmm...nice load..." Iliad complimented his boss on his semon production capacity. "Enough here to father a whole football team...offense and defense." "I'm thinking more in terms of my own rock band," Justin joked, "...maybe call them the 'Sons of Justin'." "How about the 'Cum of Justin'," Iliad objected. "Who you gonna impregnate?" "Nosy sonofabitch, ain't ya?" Justin smiled up at the man who had just give him such exquisite sexual bliss. "You had that coming," Orin eyed his superviser with a barely concealied grin. "If I was a girl, you could fuck me and I'd have'em for ya," Titan volunteered wishfully. "Yeah, right...like Cox is gonna start makin' GIRLS...when cows go pole-vaulting on the moon." Justin sneered. "Maybe I should just donate them some sperm and let them do the pregnancy thing. "One way of being sure of all boys," Titan smiled, once more straining to meet Justin's lips. "No , leave it," Justin objected as Iliad moved to wipe him down. "I rather like the look. I think I'll make dried cum a fashion statement around here. "Kind of hard to do otherwise, since we don't wear clothes," Titan agreed. "Except, I shot so much, I'm going to leave behind a trail of cum wherever I go." Don't worry, you'll have a troupe of admirers following you around licking the ground you walk on," Justin kidded him. "Mmmmm...it does have a rather unique flavor," Orin suggested as he licked up a sizable dollop from the massage table, "...salty-sweet, nutty...hint of coffee...hint of mint..." "Dammit, Orin, you're suppose to wait until the client leaves before you start lickin' the damned table," Iliad joked as Justin and Titan, both still dripping with cum, got down from the table of pleasure, as the resort called them. Outside the spa, a young boy of twelve or so from the front desk approached them. "Mr. Bieber...you know someone named Travis?" "No, I don't think so," Justin smiled, taking the note the boy handed him. "But it sounds like a good idea. What's YOUR name?" "Travis...yeah, that was his name," Titan recalled from having heard it earlier that morning. "You know this kid?" Justin questioned. "Is he cute?" "I think so...platinum...definitely dyed...blond, about fourteen?" Titan asked the messenger boy. "He's registered in the amber suite with his two...'fathers'," the boy grinned. "And my name is Dana." "Thank you, Dana," Justin told the boy in dismissing him. "Maybe we can play with our cocks together sometime." "What's the note say?" Titan asked, trying to peer over Justin's shoulder to see for himself. "Says there's been an emergency," Justin read. "We're suppose to meet him down at the dock." "DIAMOND!" Titan suddenly cried out, racing off to the elevators, then, rejecting them, for the stairs.