Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 20:31:12 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 30 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 THIRTY "Dr. Warren just arrived," the young male voice on the intercom allerted Jim Loin as he sat before his giant, glass-topped desk, the whole city of Nassau sprawling out behind him through the floor-to-ceiling window of the forty-fifth floor. "Send him in," the Cox International CEO sighed tiredly. "Mr. Loin..." Dr. Mike Warren stiffly shook hands with the same man who had summarily fired him little more than forty-eight hours earlier. "Have a seat," the slender, muscular, white-haired man offered. "I must say, I was surprised to..." Mike began. "Don't be, you're still under conctract remember," Jim Loin grunted dryly. "I hope this little suspension has taught you a lesson." "Oh...? Mike Warren raised his right eyebrow in dismay. "Suspension was it? And just what was my...suspension...supposed to have taught me?" "Apparently, nothing," Loin eyed the man cautiously, "...since you have to ask." "Suspension..." Mike repeated in near disbelief. He'd sure felt FIRED until now. "You're needed," Jim Loin snapped. "Or rather, your skills are." "I beg your pardon?" "What you did was unpardonable," the smug CEO snapped. "Okay...let's cut the crap...we've got something on the order of a medical emergency back at Cox-Bristol." Mike sat upright in surprise. "Oh...?" "One of your...creations...is in serious trouble," Jim Loin informed Mike. "Trouble...Titan?" Mike guessed wrong. "Nope, the other one," Loin corrected glancing down at some papers on his desk, "...uhhh...Diamond, I believe..." "Diamond!" Mike reacted in alarm. "Something about...tes-tic-ular processors..." Jim Loin read from a medical report they'd just received. "What about'em?" Mike reacted quickly. "I guess you could call it fried mountain oysters?" Jim Loin remarked, not making a joke but nonetheless finding the words ironic. "Fried?" Mike didn't understand. "The coolant failed?" "Hell, I don't know," Loin snapped. "I'm no fuckin' DOCTOR. All I know your flunkies back at Cox-Bristol felt the need to remove them, but seem to LACK the expertise in replacing them." "They removed them?" Mike reacted in surprise. "To avoid...'systemic cybernetic deterioration and urological inflamation'," Jim Loin once more quoted from the medical report in his hands. "In other words fried balls." "To put it crudely," Mike sneered in obvious disrespect. "Hey, I don't like this any more than you do," Jim Loin put the papers down on his desk. "But a certain pop star is once more throwing his considerable weight around and...he wants you...back on Bristol by tonight." "Bieber?" Mike's eyes grew wide in genuine surprise. "Among others," Jim added. "I guess the kid needs a new set of balls." "What he NEEDS is an explanation," Mike insisted. "I could use one too. What happened?" "EO-24 mean anything to you?" Jim Loin asked abruptly. "Of course," Mike told him matter-of-factly. "So?" "Apparently the kid got into some...more than he...or his balls could handle." "Bullshit," Mike snapped. "How about Leminol? Jim Loin once more reading from the medical report. Mike's head snapped up like a flag raised into the wind. "I think you just answered my question." Jim Loin noted for the record. "Let me SEE that!" Mike demanded, all but grabbing the papers from Jim Loin's hands. "Mind tellin' me what the fuck's goin' on over there?" Jim Loin suggested. Mike read intendly, the first page in mere seconds. "EO-29..." He read a little more. "STUPID FUCKERS!" "I've used that phrase a few times myself with regard to your activities out..."Jim Loin began. "I put a fuckin' STOP to this...this line of inquiry a week before I left!" Mike all but shouted. "What is this Lemnol?" Jim Loin asked in dismay. "LemINol..." Mike corrected Jim Loin's missing sylable. "It's DEADLY, that's what it is," Mike said bluntly. "Point-five milligrams will kill an elephant." "Or fry a kid's balls?" Jim Loin eyed the doctor carefully. "Oh no, apparently only point zero, zero, one-five milligrams is sufficient to do that," Mike pondered. "DAMNED FUCKIN' HANSON!" "Hanson?" Jim Loin reacted. "What the hell's he got to do with...this..." his voice trailing off as he realized the probable answer. "He green-lighted a project you cancelled?" "What the fuck did you expect...he's NOT a doctor...as you so conspicuously pointed out when you FIRED me," Mike chose his words carefully. "Grab your black bag, Dr. Warren, there's a copter waiting on the roof," Jim Loin suddenly ordered. "Get your ass back over there and...and...fix this kid." Mike quickly got up to leave, grasping the medical report tightly in his fist. "Oh, and tell our good friend Mr. Hanson I want him in my office first thing tomorrow morning," Jim Loin called after Mike as he rushed out. "And all his flunkies involved with this Leminol shit as well!" "Another suspension?" Mike paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Fuck no, him I'm firing," Loin snapped. "Firing SQUAD, maybe. I've got ten dozen OTHERS hanging from the rafters around here, just as fuckin' stupid, waiting to replace him." "What about....ME?" Mike questioned. "YOU?" Loin cried, stiffling a grin. "Fuck no, you're not stupid enough." -------------------------------------- "So, you're staying?" Donatello asked in surprise as his oldest son and Bunny Bristol stood naked before him. "No more homophobia?" "I think Silly rather cured him of that last night?" Bunny smiled, squeezing Marco around the waist. "Right, stud?" "Which doesn't mean I'm GAY or anything just..." Marco began to object. "Just a little...'happy'?" Donatello looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Happy?" Marco pondered a moment. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he admitted, gazing down into Bunny's sweetly beautiful face. "But not in the sense YOU'RE implying." "Sounds like you better sic Silly on him again, I hear some lingering doubts." Donatello suggested. "Look, dad...I'll admit, Silly is cute...sweet, lovable..." Marco began. "And, horny, seductive, beautiful, funny...and...did I mention, horny?" Bunny completed his thoughts. "Okay, I was drunk as a skunk," Marco tried to excuse himself. "I fucked a naked little boy up the ass." "And sucked him off...don't forget the part about taking that hot little boy-cock of his and suckin' the fuck outta it," Bunny wouldn't let him forget. "And then you fuckin' sucked the CUM right outta it...and LOVED it." "Loved it?" Marco questioned in dismay. "You had one hell of a smile on your face when you finished," Bunny noted. "Silly's cum, drippin' outta the corners of your mouth, practically smackin' your lips..." "Dammit, Bunny," Marco was reaching his limit. "Ease off," Donatello told her sharply. "Sorry," Bunny appologized, realizing she was pushing her luck. "Have you given any thought as to what your mother's gonna say...and more importantly, what she might DO to get you back?" "Dad...." Marco smiled down at Bunny for reassurance. "We want to get married..." Donatello was silent. This wasn't exactly comming as a surprise but then again, the timing was unexpected. "As I was saying, have you given any thought to what..." "The cattle population in Ohio is going to skyrocket." Marco joked. Then more seriously, "She'll...cry a lot," Marco admitted. "Flash flooding maybe... I'll call her, talk to her..." "You can't bring her HERE, you know," Donatello noted for the record. Marco stiffled a laugh. "Not that she'd want to come here in any case." "We could go visit her...get married here...then maybe get married again in your hometown," Bunny suggested. "That'd be a sad little affair," Marco sighed in despair. "Sad?" Bunny questioned. "You don't know my mother," Marco eyed his future bride. "It's called post-partem," Donatello told her. "I thought that came after babies were born," Bunny said thoughtfully. "I'm her baby," Marco tried to explain. "But...but...you're the OLDEST," Bunny reminded him. "You don't know my mother," Marco repeated. "Bunny...Christina Raphaello is...a nut case," Donatello told her bluntly. "Daddd...." Marco pleaded for a gentler term. "Basket case?" Donatello suggested alternatively. "She's...psychologically...fragile," Marco told Bunny lovingly. "And it's where he gets his virulent strain of homophobia as well," Donatello noted for the record. "And why she...HATES... Mikolos and Nicholas." "And if you go back there with me she's gonna look you over with a scanning electronic microscope," Marco warned. "And she WILL find faults." "What faults," Bunny reacted, only half in jest. "Well, that little pimple there on the back of your neck..." Marco told her, only half in jest. "Pimple what...you're joking, right?" Bunny eyed Marco cautiously. "Mostly she's gonna..." Donatello took a deep breath, "she's not gonna like the idea of you taking away her...baby," Donatello cut to the chase. "Well, maybe we'll just live back there...get a place in your old home town?" Bunny suggested to her future husband. "You're kidding, right?" both Marco and his father reacted simultaneously with the exact same words, then looked at one another is surprise and dismay that they'd accidentally agreed upon something. "We could borrow some money from my very wealthy little brother and start a local nudist colony," Bunny joked. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but..." Marco paused, considering his words carefully. "But...I'm starting to like this place...right here." "Silly will be glad to hear that, he's becomming quite fond of you," Bunny reminded Marco. "I'm quite fond of him, too," Marco smiled. "Just not as fond of him as he is of me, I hope." "Marco...I can't tell you how much this means to me...you're...adjusting...your...." Donatello began, then changed course. "But neither you nor I...nor Bunny, here...none of us...we can't pretend you're never going to come face to face with...your...gay side." "My...GAY...side?" Marco grew suddenly serious. "No boy...no MAN...is ever one-hundred percent straight," Marco told his son based upon long experience. "Nor one-hundred percent gay either, for that matter, I guess. You and your brothers are proof of that." "Silly is proof of that," Bunny agreed, once more reminding Marco of his recent sexual transgrssion. "Silly?" Marco reacted, hating that they kept throwing the boy back in his face. "I was drunk, I..." "Bullshit," Donatello reacted suddenly. "Right, bullshit," Bunny agreed. "Drunk or sober, Marco...you're over the first...hump...you've sucked a boy's cock...fucked a boy in the ass, had not one, but TWO...really hot orgasms with a member of your own sex." Marco was silent, their words forcing him to confront what his dad had termed his "gay side." It was not a pleasant confrontation, but one he couldn't deny or avoid. "I need to be alone," he finally said softly. Donatello nodded soberly...almost sadly. "I understand. Just remember...you need to talk to Doug and Derek...you haven't asked them for their daughter's hand." Marco nodded, then headed back outside toward the spa, a place he'd found where he could think, when the need arose. "That should be interesting," Bunny said softly after Marco had left. "Oh?" Donatello remarked, looking up from his laptop. "Asking for my hand?" Bunny suppresed a laugh. "How old-fashioned. Asking for my CUNT would be more appropriate." "You mean there's nothing more between you two than...complimenting genitalia...SEX?" Donatello asked in alarm. "Sex, love..." Bunny replied softly. "We sex each other, we love each other..." "I assume you don't see either as 'forsaking all others'?" Donatello guessed. Bunny shrugged as if the question were irrelevant. "I don't...but Marco...what choice does he have? There are hardly more than a dozen girls on this whole island...none of which he's even MET..." "Yet," Donatello added. "I suppose," Bunny admitted. "How are you gonna feel seeing him FUCK one of them like he fucks you?" "Depends on if she's cute and likes three-way sex, I guess," Bunny smiled at the thought. "I just meant...it's going to be...interesting...awkward...his asking my...'fathers' to marry me." "How so?" Donatello questioned. "Well, for one, the first thing they're gonna ask...BOTH of them...is if he'll object to them continuing to..." "Fuck you?" Donatello followed her thoughts. "Especially since they'd BOTH like to fuck HIM," Bunny added, completing the irony. ----------------------------- "Mind if I join you?" Marco looked up from his deep contemplation of his swollen cockhead just below the surface of the spa to see Silly slipping nakedly into the water and...worse, into the seat beside him. Silly was the LAST person he wanted to see at the moment. "Yes," Marco told him, scooting over, moving away from the incredibly cute little boy. "Cool," Silly smiled up at him in delight. "I meant..." Marco began, then paused, drinking in the sweetly sexy face of the lovable little tyke. "Yes, I mind." "Bet you don't mind if I play with this big guy," Silly boldly reached out and began stroking Marco's huge, upthrust cock. "YES!" Marco quickly realized his words were once more being misconstrued. "I mean...NO...stop that," he brushed away the boy's hand under water. "You can do ME if you like?" Silly offered, brazenly hoisting his cute little butt up from the underwater seat, allowing his slender, four-inch boycock to break the surface, knowing how tempting it was. "No thanks," Marco replied, holding his tongue, realizing Silly was testing him, and that, moreover, Bunny might have put him up to it. "We sure had fun last night, didn't we?" Silly suddenly changed tactics. "You suck really...really good...great...best blowjob I've..." "I said, stop it," Marco strained to control his tone with the boy. "Stop what? I wasn't even TOUCHING you," Silly objected though their hips were, in fact, touching under the water. "Stop trying to seduce me," Marco told the boy bluntly. "Me? Seduce YOU? I'm the sweet, defenseless little boy," Silly complained, "YOU're suppose to be trying to seduce ME." "Well...excuse me if I don't take sexual advantage of your...'defenselessness'," Marco suddenly, impulsively, put his arm around Silly's slender shoulders and hugged. Silly was just too cute to resist. Silly snuggled in next to him, resting his head lovingly on Marco's broad shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not going to molest you," he told Marco impishly. "Great, we'll just be good buddies. We won't molest each other," Marco smiled down at the boy, starting to enjoy his presence, if not his tempting little boy-body. "You and Bunny gonna get married," Silly suddenly asked out of the blue. "Married?" Marco reacted, pretending surprise, though knowing full well there were few secrets on the island, especially where Silly was concerned. "What makes you asked that?" "I saw the way you looked at each other..." Silly claimed. "Okay, I snooped." He admitted, realizing Marco wasn't buying anything less than the truth. "At least you're truthful," Marco lovingly hugged the boy yet again. "Yes, we're getting married." "Hey...coooollll," Silly reacted in delight. "We can both fuck her...have a three way every other night." "Every OTHER night?" Marco unsuccessfully stifled a laugh. "I'm gettin' married too, you know," Silly claimed, though his and Buddy's upcoming nuptuals were more of a subtle understanding than an engagement of any kind. "Buddy might not like it if we fucked her EVERY night." Marco made no effort to stifle himself at that reasoning. "No...probably not," he agreed. "But don't worry, we can take turns fuckin' her, and I won't try to fuck YOU." Silly sought to reassure his new friend. "You know, kid, you're makin' me sooooooo horny," Marco decided to be as sexually forthright as Silly. "Me too," Silly giggled sexily. "We could jack off," Marco told the boy softly, quietly. "Yeah," Silly cooed, reaching once more for Marco's cock. "Not EACH OTHER," Marco laughed, again quickly brushing the little boy's clinging grip. "Oh..." Silly reacted in dismayed disappointment. Then..."I'll race you to orgasm!" "How many times you cum today?" Marco asked before agreeing, checking to see if he might be at a disadvantage. "Ohhhh...probably five...six times," Silly confessed. "You?" "Just once," Marco told him. "Bunny?" Silly asked, looking up a him questioningly even as he was already stroking himself. "NO, you're old man!" Marco reacted. "Who the hell ELSE you think I'd be fucking?" "I can think of a DOZEN people who'd like to fuck YOU," Silly reminded him. "You better start jackin' I'll get ahead of you." "And I can think of TWO dozen who have ALREADY fucked YOU," Marco hugged the masturbating little boy warmly. "THREE dozen," Silly claimed, "...give or take one or two. How's it feelin'?" "Good," Marco smiled down at his naked little jacking partner. "You?" "Gettin' there," Silly acknowledged. "God, you're so cute," Marco admitted aloud what he'd slowly been realizing since day one on the island...even before that, while they were on the chopper comming over. "Sure you don't wanna SUCK me again?" Silly teased and tempted at the same time. "You little cockteaser," Marco laughed. "Maybe you could REMEMBER it this time," Silly elbowed him playfully. "Mmmmmmm...better jack faster, I'm feelin' it." "Ohhhhh fuck, you're turnin' me onnnnnnn..." Marco suddenly realized to his dismay. "Let's do each other," Silly once more urged, this time pushing Marco's gripping hand from his cock toward his own. "Do it to me, do it to me, Marco, jack me, jack my cock, jack me off...make me cummmmmmmm..." "Ohhhhhh god, I can't believe I'm doin' this," Marco sighed as he nonetheless made no effort to resist the young boy's sexual advances. "Keep doin' it. Keep doin' it to me...ahhahhahh fuck...ahhahhhahahh fuck, yeah, jack me, man, jack me, jack my cock, Marco, jack me off, jack me off, jack me offfffff..." Silly chanted softly as his naked little boy-body squirmed anxiously and his pleasure swelled within him. "Gonna make you cum?" Marco smiled down, watching his fist masturbate the boy, nearly unaware of what Silly was doing to his OWN cock. "Fuck yes...ohhahhah god, fuck yes, man, gettin' me close, man, gettin' me close, gonna do it to me, gonna make me cum, man, gonna make me cum, gonna make me cum...gonna...ohahhahhhhh...FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK....AHGHAHERIIAIIEOAHOIHOIH FUCCCKKKKKK. I'M DOIN' IT, BUSTIN' A NUT, SPERMIN' OUT ALL OVER THE PLACE, AOGIHAOIEHROIH GOD, LOOK AT MY CUM, SWIRLIN' OUT INTO THE WATER, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, CUM WITH ME, MARCO, CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, OAHGHEHAHE FUCK, MAKE YOUR STUFF FUCK MY STUFF, MAYBE WE'LL MAKE SOME BABY STUFF TOGETHER." "You're as funny as you are cute...and sexy...and...and...OOOHAHHEHHRHEHOOOIH...HORNY....HAOIEHOH FUCK, OAHHAHHA FUCK, LITTLE BOY DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME, KID, JACK ME, JACK MY COCK, AHGHEOAIAEHRO GOD, FEELS GOOD, GHOAIEHROIHA FUCK...GHOAIHKL FUCCCCKKKK...CUMMIN'...MAKIN' ME CUM, SILLY, DOIN' IT TO ME, DOIN' IT TO ME, AHGHAHEHHRHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' ME SHOOT...SHOOT MY CUM...AGHAOIHEOIRH GOD, I'M SHOOTIN' WAY MORE'N YOU ARE, KID, WAAAY MORE!!! AAIIEIAHRHEHHAHGHHEHHGH!!!" "NO FAIR, I'M ONLY TWEL...THIRTEEN," Silly gushed again and again, heaving and thrusting, gyrating under the water as Marco expertly milked him, draining his slender little boy-cock of every drop. "OoooaohhOOHHHAHHEHHRHEHH FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" "You're only TWELVE?" Marco gasped in disbelief, not missing a word of the boy's orgasmic moment of truthfulness. "THIRTEEN!" Silly insisted as he nakedly writhed underwater in the lingering jolts of his orgasm. "LIKE HELL...I HEARD YOU!" Marco told him. "No boy lies while he's shooting his cum...god, you're awfully YOUNG to be shootin' like that, though." "I beat you," Silly slumped back into Marco's warm, loving, embrace. "I shot more," Marco countered. "I'd call it a tie, then," Bunny pronounced, hovering over them from behind.