Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2013 02:18:04 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Erotic Isle: The Endless Orgasm Chapter 7 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 SEVEN As often happens in Miami in the summer, it started raining just before Donatello and his sons left for the heliport with Lonnie behind the wheel of the Caddy. This time, there was no problem stowing luggage. All four of them were able to pack their needs into a single, medium-sized suitcase--basically a change of clothes each for the next day and a few toiletries. The rain let up a little as Lonnie wheeled the big, pearl-white Caddy up before the open door of the helicopter hangar. "We gonna ride in THAT?" Nicholas' eyes grew wide. "I've never flown in a helichopter," Mikolos deliberately married the two most common designations for the craft they saw waiting for them. "I don't see Mr. Bristol, I better get out and ask, see if this is the right place," Donatello decided, despite the light drizzle. "Me too," Nicholas wasted no time getting out, followed by his older brother. "I've got enough sense to stay out of the rain," Marco announced smugly as the others departed. "You still worried about being propositioned?" Lonnie asked quietly after a few minutes of silence. "Propositioned?" Marco had never heard the term. "Gays on the island...one of them coming on to you?" Lonnie clarified. Marco was somewhat embarrassed but nodded, nonetheless, his eyes meeting Lonnie's in the rearview mirror. "Don't be worried," Lonnie reassured him. "Really?" Marco responded. "Oh, it's gonna happen, no doubt about that," Lonnie quickly asserted, "...hot young boy-stud like you, good-looking, hot bod, nice cock...it's gonna happen." "You're not very reassuring," Marco told the young gay driver. "Sorry," Lonnie turned smiling over his shoulder at Marco in the back seat. "What I meant to say, just stick with your dad...rely on him. He's been around. If I know your dad...and believe me I do, I've been with him since...well...since I was younger than you..." "You kidding?" Marco reaacted in surprise. "I was fourteen," Lonnie added. "I'm twenty now...god, six years...anyway...your dad's going to be watching you three like a...well, let's just say he'll be watching you probably a lot closer than you'll WANT to be watched. He knows the ropes, he knows these people... He knows what they WILL do and what they won't. He's not going to let anything bad happen. You want girls...there's a few girls...quite pretty girls..." "A FEW?" Marco cried in dismay. Lonnie paused in silence. "A few." He repeated. "I think you should know this now, Erotic Isle is...well...probably 90% male and almost 90% gay, or bisexual, at least." "All guys?" Marco gasped in despair, tinged with disbelief. "Your father is gay, what'd you expect, Club Med?" Lonnie told the still surprisingly innocent teen. "This...this Erotic...Erotic Island, the guys are all naked and they...you know...fuck each other...you know...all the time, like?" "No," Lonnie smiled as he watched Marco relax a bit. "Just MOST of the time," he joked. "You ever hear of Duralon?" "What's that?" Lonnie dug in his shirt pocket and retrieved a pinkish pill. "Here, you might need this." "What is it?" Marco asked, inspecting the medium-sized pill in his hand. "It's a mild aphrodisiac..." Lonnie told him. "You know what that is?" "Stuff that makes girls horny?" Marco guessed. Lonnie laughed, "Yes, I guess it works both ways...forgodsake, don't take it now...and don't tell your old man I gave you that. He'd castrate me." "In not letting anything BAD happen to us, right?" Marco reacted sharply, having half a mind to return the gift. "Marco, despite what your father told you at dinner, you ARE walking into a gay fuckin' orgy. They don't go naked there all the time for nothing," Lonnie explained quite frankly. "It makes hookin' up much more convenient." "You've BEEN there...this Erotic place?" Marco questioned. "No...but a place quite similar...several months ago with your dad," Lonnie explained. "You'll probably hear someone talk about Ecstasy Island. It's owned by the same outfit, except that place is 100% gay." "And naked?" "It's not white tie and tails." Lonnie reacted, his sharp, often thoughtless wit on display. "Fuuuuucccckkkk...now I'm not so sure I..." Marco began having misgivings. "Whoa...I didn't mean to try and talk you OUT of it," Lonnie backtracked a bit. "Go, have fun, fuck some girls...fuck LOTS of girls...fuck and get fucked. Take that pill if you need a little more...you know...juice..." "This makes ya cum more?" Marco looked at the pill in his hand again. "More? Yes," Lonnie laughed, "also harder, faster, easier..." Lonnie sounded like a Cox Pharm commercial. "You might want to take just HALF at a time, they're pretty potent, especially the first time and...well, they're made for adults, if you know what I mean. Chop it in half." The door to the car suddenly opened. "You coming, or you and him gonna have a baby together?" Mikolos cried, hovering over the back door of the Caddy. The rain had mostly stopped. "We're waitin' on ya." "Uhhhh...I..." Marco hesitated. "You goin' with them or going back to the house with me?" Lonnie questioned, knowing the answer. Neither option particularly appealed to him, but Marco abruptly lurched from the backseat, slamming the car door in frustration, having decided there would be too many questions asked if he bowed out at this point. However, the prospect of a week alone with Lonnie scared the shit out of him more than a week naked on some gay sand bar. Lonnie had pricked his curiosity. He secreted the Duralon pill in his shirt pocket and hurried off, following his brother to the waiting chopper, now being wheeled out of the hangar. The door was open, the others already inside. Lonnie followed him to the chopper with their lone bag. "Glad to see you could make it," Donatello gently chastised his son for holding them up as Lonnie loaded their bag on board. It was a big chopper. Inside, seated on a wide couch along the outside bulkhead were two other men in their late twenties or early thirties, and a teenaged boy about Marco's age. The kid was slender, well-built, and prettier than most girls Marco had ever fucked. He tried not to let his eyes waunder, but the boy was clad only in a tiny, red bikini. Marco hoped neither he nor the boy got hard on the way over. In any case, it was hard not to stare and easy to speculate on the boy's presence. "You're bringing your whole family along?" One of the men asked in open surprise. The engine noise was loud but the cabin seemed to be insulated enough to allow some degree of conversation short of shouting. "I hadn't PLANNED to but..." Donatello began. "Oh, I'm sorry, quite the congenial host I am," Doug Bristol interrupted. "Donatello, this is Abel and his husband, Avery...sorry, no last names, you understand... And this sweet morsel is...Travis, I believe..." Doug allowed his voice to trail off as his mind completed the minor task of undressing the exquisitely beautiful boy. Abel...Avery, Donatello and his three sons...I'm sorry, I don't know your names, boys..." "Mikolos." "Nicholas." "Micholos and Nicolas...what interesting names," Doug smiled, wishing they two were dressed like Travis. "I'm Marco," Marco belatedly added, unsure if he wanted ANY of his obviously gay traveling companions to know his name. He was starting to dread the whole week more and more. "Marco, I'm Travis, nice to meet you," the gorgeously beautiful, nearly naked boy seated opposite him extended his hand. Marco was more than a little reluctant to even TOUCH him, much less shake hands, but, after an embarrassing moment, briefly exchanged the friendly gesture. "How old are you?" Travis asked. "Huh?" Marco reacted dumbly. Shaking hands was one thing, actually getting to know a gay boy his own age, something he wasn't so sure about. "I SAID, HOW OLD ARE YOU?" The boy toy asked once more, thinking Marco hadn't heard him. "I...err...SIXTEEN," Marco shouted back. "I'm FIFTEEN," Travis returned. "You don't look that old." And YOU hardly more than TWELVE, Marco wanted to say but restrained himself. "Thanks," he replied, hoping to end the conversation. "I'm eleven," Nicholas joined in unbidden. For once, Marco was glad his little brother was such an obnoxious butinski. "I'm thirteen," Mikolos eyed the delectable boy across from them. "Hey, you wanna hang together when we get to the island?" Nicholas suggested. "We could hang out on the beach and do stuff," Mikolos suggested. "Do...STUFF?" Travis smiled warmly, the word obviously having a different, less-innocent connotation than either Nicholas or Mikolos realized. "Uhhh...sure...cool." "I can't WAIT to get naked," Nicholas continued brightly. "You're all...gay?" Travis questioned, surmising, yet seeming surprised as well. "NO!" Marco too-quickly cried, startling all the others, causing his father to snigger. "I...mean...err...I'm not...no." "Oh," Travis reacted in unconcealed regret. "But WE are," Mikolos volunteered. "You wanna do...you know...gay stuff with us when we get there?" "I...errr...don't know. I mean...I don't know how much time I'll have to...you know..." Travis eyed the two men he was with as he nervously gave himself some "wiggle room" where the two younger boys were concerned. Babyboy sitting wasn't in his job description. "These guys...one of'em your dad?" Nicholas asked innocently. Travis laughed. "No, they just THINK they are." "They're not sure?" Mikolos missed his point. "We're sure," Abel smiled, first at Nicholas then down at Travis. "We're sure we're NOT his father." "Oh..." Mikolos replied softly, now unsure of just what to make of the all-male "family." -------------------- It was nearing midnight as the chopper sat down in Nassau. Despite their initial efforts, it was not easy carrying on any kind of extended "getting to know you" conversation. Both Mikolos and Nicholas had gone to sleep, leaning into one another. Marco WISHED he could doze off as quickly and easily as his brothers. The problem was Travis. He might as well have been completely naked as even Marco couldn't help mentally undressing him. And, in picturing him naked, Marco had to exert every possible mental effort to keep his cock under control. Travis, deeply tanned, with his medium-length, blondish hair, was very simply the most beautiful creature of any age, boy or girl, that he'd ever seen in his life. Worse still, Travis kept looking at him, not quite staring, but Marco had the feeling of being naked himself. He could feel the boy's eyes all over him. He'd never felt so exposed. He found himself hoping what few girls there might be on this...Erotic Island...were HALF as beautiful as the simply amazing boy sitting just across the aisle from him. He closed his eyes. The exquisitely beautiful face persisted. Marco easily found himself seeing that face as a girl. That REALLY disturbed him. "I had the Cox limo meet us, if we can all just sort of...cram in..." Doug Bristol directed as they made their way across the tarmac. "This TANK will take us to the airport hotel for the night. Then we'll get an early start tomorrow morning. It's several hours to the island." To Marco's horror, "cramming in" meant sitting butt-to-butt, thigh-to-thigh next to Travis. There was eight of them, and even in the back of the sizable Cox International limo, the accomodations were..."cozy" to say the least, though only Marco seemed the least bit disturbed, especially when Travis rested his arms up on the back of the seat, giving himself more room and giving Marco a painful hardon he could not, in any way, control. Not only was Travis all but embracing him, but worse, he kept staring at Marco's crotch. Mercifully, it was a short hop. Five minutes later, Marco's ordeal was over as they poured out of the stretch limo like clowns from a circus jalopy. "What?!" Marco and the boys heard Doug Bristol cry loudly as he checked them in. "I distinctly requested THREE rooms, and now you're telling me..." "I'm sorry, Sir," the desk clerk softly appologized in broken English. "You're so late, we were only able to hold two rooms. But not to worry, there two double beds in each room, enough for all of you to sleep comfortably. It only one night." "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkkk!" Marco couldn't help exclaiming as he overheard the conversation. He was ONE guy NOT going to sleep comfortably, no matter WHAT the accomodations might be. "Seems we have a little...sleeping problem," Doug revealed what the rest, by now, already guessed. "We could head for the the Cox building downtown, though I'd have to call and see if they have three rooms open, and it'd be another hour at least, getting there and getting settled in. "Isn't there any other hotel around here?" Marco wailed. "Certainly, but it's after midnight now, I doubt..." Doug forced a smile, realizing the source of the boy's grief. "It's okay...two rooms, four beds, just what we need, we'll double up somehow," Donatello told Doug, "I'm about shot. It's been a long fuckin' day." "DADDDDD..." Marco cried in dismay. "Marco, please..." Donatello sighed, embarrassed by his son's reaction. "Dad, I'm NOT going to sleep with...HIM..." Marco hissed softly his eyes turned in the direction of Travis. "...nor with Mr. Bristol or one of...THEM..." "How about you sleep with ME, then?" Donatello suggested, an option that for some reason hadn't crossed Marco's mind. That prospect didn't much appeal to Marco either but it was the least distressing solution for the night. He nodded. "Doug, the four of us will take one room, you four can bunk together in the other," Donatello suggested, though the tone of his voice indicated it was something of a done deal. "I...err...guess that'll work," Doug glanced about at the others, who nodded in approval. He noted a subtle look of dismay on Travis's lovely face. He smiled at the boy. "Don't worry, I'll sleep with one of your...dads." ---------------------------------- The tiny communications device hanging on a leather cord like a locket around Titan's neck vibrated. "Phone call," he told Diamond needlessly. Diamond had an identical device around his own neck. "Mine never goes off. No one ever wants to talk to ME," Diamond complained as he finished drying himself off from the shower the two of them had just shared. Titan picked up the phone mounted on Doc Warren's bathroom wall and dialed his PIN number. "Titan, buddy, you suppose you and Diamond could come over to the house in a few minutes?" Dr. Warren's voice on the other end asked. It was not a request. Mike Warren was simply being polite. "Sure, what's up?" Titan agreed instantly. He and Diamond loved Dr. Warren immensely, but they also respected the fact that he was also their boss, and not far removed from being their "master." No one ever referred to them as sex slaves, not even they themselves, but there was always that underlying principle just beneath the surface. They were "owned" by Cox Pharm and, at the moment, Doc Warren WAS Cox Pharm insofar as they were concerned. "Just get it hard and get it over here," Doc joked. "Two minutes too long?" Titan joked. "I'll give ya three," Mike laughed and hung up. "Hustle, Doc wants our cocks, hard and throbbing, ASAP," Titan told his boyfriend as Diamond hung up his towel and both boys headed for Doc's private elevator to the ground floor. Their communication lockets got them through security and out the front door in less than a minute. Both boys broke into a dead run the hundred yards or so across the Cox Bristol front lawn and then along the cart path to doc's next door abode. "Not bad, two minutes and ten seconds," Mike greeted them from the front deck. They were only slightly out of breath. "Shall we go back and try for two minutes even?" Diamond suggested. "Okay, but hurry," Doc jokingly agreed. "Listen, you two, there's someone inside who...somehow, I'm not sure how, but he seems to know you boys and wants to meet you." Titan and Diamond were both smart enough to play dumb. "Who?" they both asked simultaneously. "You've heard of Justin Bieber, I assume?" Mike asked. "Yeah," Diamond ventured. "Of course, who hasn't?" Titan added. "Justin Bieber is HERE?" "Why do I get the feeling you already knew that?" Mike smiled. He'd learned long ago not to underestimate his first two formulated boys. "Justin Bieber wants to meet US?" Diamond reacted in feigned surprise. This was going just as they'd hoped. "Meet you?" Mike laughed. "Yes, I guess you could say that, and I'm sure, a lot more than that. You little fuckers got your...equipment all primed and ready to go?" "This thing ain't no lawn sprinkler," Titan hefted his 7.5 inch pleasure probe obscenely. "I'm good for at least a dozen cums," Diamond reported. "He on Duralon?" "I'm sure," Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, listen, just play this by ear," he warned. "Justin's something of a wild child...god only knows what he has in mind. All I know is MY bosses in Nassau tell me to give him anything he wants...which for the moment, includes your randy little boy-butts." "Got it..." Titan smiled, restraining the urge to rush past Mike to get to "the Bieb." "How big is his cock?" Diamond asked nervously. "I think you can handle it," Mike's wink reassured him. "Now, come on, let's all go shoot some cum."