Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 01:47:33 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 25

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-FIVE


"Well, boys, what do you think?" Donatello Raphaello stood naked with his
sons in the shade of a group of palm trees as they looked out over the
glistening white sands and sparkling azure waters of the shallow inlet
pleading with them to enjoy.

"Alright, I guess, if you like sand, sun, and saltwater," Marco shrugged.

"You're quite the romantic," Donatello forced a wry smile.

"Looks like sunblock city," Mikolos smiled up at his father.

"You gonna BUY it?" Nicholas asked, his voice saying what his words did
not.  He sounded excited. "Nice beach for fuckin'"

"If you don't mind sand up your ass," Mikolos grimaced. He'd gotten a good
deal more of that the night before at their movable orgy than he would have
liked.

"I'm considering it," Donatello told his son. "I wanted to see what you
boys thought."

"How much?" Marco asked in as few words as possible.

"One point two million," Donatello told him gently.

Marco let out a loud, inhaled whistle.

"For an acre of sand?" Mikolos' eyes widened as he looked up at his dad in
shock.

"No, almost TWO acres, actually--two-hundred feet of beachfront, almost
that much road frontage, all utilities underground, 24-7 security,
off-shore patrols... And you see that neck of sand out there?" Donatello
went on.

"Is that included too?" Nicholas asked.

"No, but it might as well be," Donatello explained. "That breaks the waves
in case there's a major storm."

"Why doesn't that impress me," Marco eyed his father critically.

"I know, it doesn't look like much, but it's actually almost six feet above
sea level at high tide," Donatello assured him.  "Some people, even build
their homes out there on the protective islands."

"They do?" Marco reacted in surprise.

"Derek mentioned that Justin Bieber has a house out on one of those
islands," Donatello told him. "It's relatively safe so long as the living
space is on an upper level, ten or twelve feet off the ground."

"I'd like to meet him sometime," Mikolos sighed dreamily. "I jack off to
pictures of him all the time."

"He's got this collection of naked fakes off the Internet," Nicholas gave
away his older brother's "secret."

Donatello smiled induligently. "You'll have to show me sometime, maybe we
can do some jackin' off together."

"I was gonna show you last night but you were too...DRUNK." Mikolos told
his dad in disgust.

"Whoa, don't hold back, there Mik, tell us how you REALLY feel," Marco
joked as he ventured out into the sunny sand, only to come scampering
back. "Damn...burn your fuckin' feet just going for a stroll."

"That's what they make flipflops for," Mikolos laughed at his brother's
plight.

"The roadway back there is about eight to ten feet about sea level,"
Donatello continued. "Doesn't look like it, the slope is so gentle."

"You gonna build a GREAT BIG house...like Derek and Doug got...lots of
glass and elevators and swimming pools and spas and...and..." Nicholas
asked excitedly.

"Only if he has anything left after he pays for all this...sand," Marco
laughed, rolling his eyes.

"I was thinking a little hut, grass roof...over there somewhere, maybe a
front porch...rocking chair...naked boys serving me marguritas in the
afternoon breeze," Donatello teased his youngest. "You guys can sleep in
hammocks tied up there between the palms."

"That's really why you want this place, isn't it, dad?" Marco said growing
serious.

"What?"

"Naked boys," Marco replied.

Donatello shrugged.

"We could probably find you a naked girl somewhere," Mikolos suggested.

"Don't bother...I'm going back to mom," Marco declared suddenly.

Donatello lifted one eyebrow. "Not gay enough for this place, huh?"

"NO SHIT!" Marco retorted quite forcefully.

"Marco..." Donatello reacted, his voice almost pleading.

"Don't fuckin' 'Marco' me, Dad, you know how hard it is watching my little
brothers gettin' fucked up the ass again and again and again like last
night?!"

"Whoa, tell us how you REALLY feel," Mikolos turned Marco's earlier words
back on him.

"SHUT UP!" Marco retorted. "You know how hard it is seeing YOU so high on
Duralon...don't deny it, fucker..." Marco verbally attacked his middle
brother, "...fuckin' your BALLS off, yellin' FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME FUCK
MEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME at the top of your voice, then screamin' I'M CUMMIN',
I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMIN' I'M CUMMIN' like some banshee MORON every five
minutes all night long?"

"Must be pretty hard, look at his COCK," Nicholas noted as Marco's
seven-inch appendage jutted straight up. "I could help you out with that if
you'd like," Nicholas smiled mischievously.

"QUEERBAIT!" Marco verbally assaulted his younger bother this time. "You
must have gotten quite a bellyful of cum, last night, you weren't five
minutes without a cock in your mouth all night long."

"There was this ten minutes when I was getting fucked," Nicholas argued.

"Yes, and I'll be your ass is so damned fuckin' SORE this morning you can't
even take a SHIT!" Marco cried in disgust, glaring at his little brother.

"MARCO, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Donatello suddenly cried in disgust, fists
clenched, barely restraining his Italian temper lest he pound his son into
the sand.

"And YOU...YOU...so fuckin' DRUNK they had to carry your home!" Marco
continued unstrained, his anger growing, sharing with his father a hot
Italian temper of his own. "I had to carry you up the elevator, clean you
up...put you to bed and...all the time...you were..." he paused uncertain
whether to go on.

"You were tryin' to FUCK him," Mikolos took the words from Marco's mouth,
having helped his brother the night before.

"Fortunately, even hopped up on Duralon, you were...incapable," Marco added
somewhat sadly.

There was a long, empty, moment of silence between them which seemed to
last several minutes, but in reality only a few second.

"You'll be on the next chopper outta here," Donatello told his oldest son
quietly. "I'll have Lonnie meet you at the heliport, take you to Miami
International..."

"Don't fuckin' BOTHER," Marco snapped. "I'll take a cab."

"The water taxi's here don't go that far," Nicholas took a dig at his irate
brother as well.

"FUCK OFF...DIPSHIT," Marco snapped.

Donatello doubled his fist and suddenly took a swing at his son, but missed
as Marco instinctively ducked away, then stormed off toward the road.

"I think you just lost custody," Mikolos eyed his father as they watched
Marco start the mile-long trek back to the Bristol fishbowl.

"He'll get over it when he feels how hot that asphalt is on bare feet,"
Donatello smirked.

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"They say you're leaving?" Bunny Bristol said as she quietly joined Marco,
peering out over the glass railing on the topmost deck of their villa. "You
couldn't come and tell me yourself? I had to hear it from your horny little
brother?"

"I wanted to avoid a scene like this," Marco replied, daring not to look
her in the face lest he start crying unmanfully.

"You were just gonna crawl out of my bed, leave a couple bucks on the
dresser, then slink off back home to Mommy?" Bunny suggested rather
harshly.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Marco finally dared look at
her, forcing a smile to fortify his emotions.

"Why should I?" Bunny asked. "I love you."

Marco blinked, trying his best not to seem surprised, but failing
miserably. "As the old song says, 'What's LOVE got to do with it'?"

"God, you're such a bastard," Bunny told him evenly, much better at masking
her emotions than was Marco.

"Comes naturally, I get it from my QUEER father," Marco told her hatefully.

"Around here, that's not an epithet," Bunny remarked.

"Whatever that means," Marco sneeered, turning back toward the view,
watching the waves break on the beach below.

"I'd explain but you're such a homophobe..." Bunny sighed.

"THAT I know what means, and you're damned fuckin' straight I'm a
homophobe," Marco snarled.

"No, Marco, I'm NOT straight, I'm bi...or haven't you realized that yet?"
Bunny told him without anger.

"You like GIRLS too?" Marco gaped at her in disbelief.

"Well, not all the time, of course, but...when they're available, yeah,
I've been known massage a clit or two," Bunny lied, staring him straight in
the face.

Marco could only smile at her choice of words, then look away.

"THAT doesn't bother you at all, does it?" Bunny observed.

Marco shrugged wordlessly. The truth be told, it kind of excited him. At
the moment, though, he wasn't in the mood to tell the truth.

"Damn..." Bunny swore.

"What?"

"Dammit, I know how to DEAL with gay men...and bi guys but...I...fuck, a
homophobe...on Erotic isle forgodsakes," Bunny said, looking about sadly,
"I...I don't know what to say...I don't know how to talk to a boy...a boy I
love, who happens to be as straight as YOU."

"Quit saying that," Marco said softly, then leaned toward her, kissing her
lips just as softly.

"Saying what?" Bunny reacted, "as straight as you?"

"No," Marco murmured. "I love you?"

"Me loving you bothers you?" Bunny asked in surprise.

"No, me lovin' YOU, bothers me," Marco admitted.

"Why?"

"Because you're a PART of this shit hole," Marco explained.

"Pretty fancy place to take a shit," Bunny joked, looking about at her
little brother's lavish crib.

"Bunny, this isn't...me...Dad...my horny little brothers...I could
NEVER..." Marco began, interrupted by Bunny's lips on his own.

"I could go with you," Bunny impulsively suggested.

Marco suddenly burst laughing. "Yeah, and give my dear loving mother a
fuckin' heart attack before we even collected our bags at the airport."

"What, you and her got a thing goin' or something?" Bunny laughed.

Marco slapped her face...hard.

Bunny smarted but held her ground. "That was out of line."

"Sorry," Marco appologized.

"No...what I said," Bunny told him. "Well...what you did was out of line
too but..."

"I got my dad's temper," Marco confessed sadly. "He fuckin' took a swing at
me this afternoon."

"You two hate each other that much?" Bunny asked in dismay.

"I dislike him...what he is," Marco tried to explain. "He dislikes that I
dislike him."

"Sounds like a mutual detestation society," Bunny smiled.

Marco looked at her blankly. He hated it when she made him feel stupid.

"When you going?" Bunny asked sadly.

"Eight a.m. chopper," Marco sighed tiredly. His feet still hurt from the
trek back from the beach, even though he'd managed to walk mostly in the
meager allowance of grass between here and there. He hated being naked ALL
the time.

Bunny suddenly turned and headed back toward the elevator.

"Where ya going?"

"I need a fuckin' DRINK!" Bunny yelled over her shoulder as she stormed
off.

Marco smiled. That was one thing he liked about Erotic Isle, no
restrictions on teenaged drinking. "Make me one too," he told her as he
hurried to catch up.

"What? A Long Island tea?" Bunny teased.

Again, Marco felt stupid, recalling the incident at the house just up the
beach. "How about a martini?" It was the only drink he could think of at
the moment.

"A WHAT?" Bunny laughed. "A MARTINI? You want a MARTINI? You know what's IN
a Martini?"

"An olive?" Marco ventured from memory.

"Gin and vermouth," Bunny informed him as he caught up to her.

"I know what gin is, what's mooth?"

"VERmouth...flavoring stuff to make the gin taste better...kind of
sweet..." Bunny told him as they went inside and headed down to the bar in
the living room, which she hoped was unattended. She caught a glimpse as
she went down of the twins fucking and sucking Mikolos and Nicholas.

"What's it taste like?" Marco questioned.

"Shit," Bunny gave her honest opinion. Down below, in the living area she
saw her father, Derek, and Donatello Raphaello hunched over a laptop
computer as if they were on the verge of negotiating world peace. The bar
was just off the foyer. Maybe they wouldn't notice.

"What would you suggest then, Miss Off-the-Wagon?" Marco tried teasing to
hide his own alcoholic innocense.

"I'd suggest a Shirley Temple but you'd probably wallop me again," Bunny
told him softly so as not to attract the attention of her father, who was
well aware of her fondness for anything under the bar.

"I'm almost afraid to ask...what or...who is Shirley Temple?" Marco decided
to no longer hide his ignorance.

Bunny looked at him and smiled. "She was a child movie star back in the
1930s and...as a drink, it's not far removed from Kool-Aid."

"Got any beer?" Marco asked, feeling on safer ground.

"Nope," Bunny shook her head. "Dad don't allow it.  The twins like it too
well, he banned it from the house."

"And you?"

"Let's just say THEY weren't drinking as much of it as he thought they
were," She smiled mischievously.

"Seems like YOU'RE the one with the drinking problem."

"The only drinking problem is...the bar's practically dry...a little vodka,
an ounce or two of bourbon...not even any ice...DAMN," Bunny swore,
rummaging under the counter behind the bar.

"Now, Don, this is our standard purchase agreement, all you have to do is
sign right...BUNNY, GET AWAY FROM THE FUCKIN' BAR...here and here, I'll
sign here," Doug Bristol directed both his client and his daughter in a
single breath.

"ME?!" Bunny cried in outrage. "I'm not the one cleaned out the
place...someone's been drinkin' like a fuckin' FISH around here!" She found
an unopened bottle of wine in the tiny fridge under the bar and secretly
passed it below the counter to Marco, hoping the move might escape the
corner of her father's watchful eye.

"Guilty!" Donatello smiled, raising his hand as he accepted a pen from Doug
and began signing the papers to start the legal and financial transactions
necessary for him and his family to become legal residents of Erotic Isle.

Bunny nodded toward the steps as Marco did his best to act natural in their
casual retreat.

"This will give you dual citizenship in the U.S. AND the Land of Ecstasy,"
they heard Derek explain.

"What if they were saving this to celebrate after their big signing
ceremony down there?" Marco worried as he and Bunny made it back to her
room undetected.

"Let'em drink Kool-Aid," Bunny giggled as she hunted for a means to open
the bottle. "We'll know in a couple minutes if the volcano erupts down
there."

"And if it does?" Marco grinned as the two of them plopped down on her
unmade bed. He deftly removed the foil around the top of the bottle.

"Grab the bottle and run," Bunny laughed, handing Marco a nail file.

"What the hell? What's this for?"

"It's the best I could do...here, let me," Bunny took the bottle and began
trying to impale the cork on the sharp end of the nail file.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Silly? I might ask you the same thing?" Bunny grinned up at the naked
little boy in surprise as he eagerly watched them, knowing EXACTLY what
they were doing.

"We're gonna get fuckin' DRUNK!" Marco informed the boy. "You ever been
drunk?"

"I've been drunk, but not FUCKIN' drunk," Silly laughed. "Just a little bit
drunk is all."

"CHAMPAGNE!" Bunny caught a glimpse of the label on the bottle they had so
hastily purloined.

"Cool," Marco smiled. "I love champagne."

"I HATE it," Bunny cried. "Makes my nose feel funny...all gassy."

"I like champagne," Silly told them hopefully.

"Fine," Marco told Bunny, "You go fix yourself a Shirley...I'm sure your
father wouldn't mind that...and me and Silly here will..."

"FUCK YOU!" Bunny suddenly exclaimed as the cork unexpectedly popped from
the bottle, and the bubbly exploded all over the three of them.

"Can I LICK you first?" Silly joked, starting with his own
arm. "Mmmmm...good year, 1996," he observed.

"That's before I was even BORN...must be good stuff," Marco likewise tasted
the vintage from his arms.

"And EXPENSIVE," Bunny worried.  "Dad's gonna have a whole herd of cows."

"Got any glasses?" Marco asked.

"Glasses?" Bunny sneered in disgust at Marco's delight and her own
despair. "Now why the fuck would I have GLASSES up here?"

"To see better?" Silly joked as he took the bottle from Marco and gulped
directly from it.

"HEY!" Marco cried as he grabbed the bottle back. "Save some for ME!" He
did likewise.

"PIGS," Bunny sneered, then smiled and reached for the bottle. She took a
sip.

"Well?" Marco watched her expectantly.

"Like carbonated PISS," Bunny returned her verdict.

"I wouldn't know about that," Marco laughed, grabbing the bottle back and
taking another healthy swig.

"I think we need a second opinion," Silly reached for the bottle again,
only to have Marco jerk it away.

"Whoa, little guy, you'll make yourself...tipsy." Marco told the boy. "I
had to put one drunk to bed last night, I'm not overly fond of..."

"You're gonna drink all of that YOURSELF?" Silly objected vehemently.

"My god, Marco, don't be selfish, let the kid have some," Bunny
objected. "Or else it'll be US putting YOU to bed flat on your ass drunk."

"Alright but...damn, kid, SIP the stuff, it ain't fuckin' BEER,
forgodsakes," Marco reluctantly handed the bottle back to Silly.

"Yeah, Silly, don't GUZZLE the shit like HE does," Bunny sneered.

"BUNNY!" It was her dad comming up the stairs, sounding rather volcanic.

"Quick, turn out that light...uhhh...errr...under the bed," Bunny cried in
panic as she and the boys dived for the floor, careful not to spill their
precious fruit of the vine as they crawled under the bed.

"BUNNY, YOU LITTLE FUCKIN' BITCH!"