Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 19:32:21 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm Chapter 9

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 NINE


"You weren't kidding when you said this place was huge," Donatello
Raphaello commented as their chopper made a swing around the sprawling,
irregularly shaped Erotic Isle the next afternoon.

"Can you see any naked people?" Nicholas asked as he glued his nose to the
tiny window behind his seat along the outside bulkhead.

"Dick head, we're at two-thousand feet; even if you could, what fuckin'
difference would it make?" Marco laughed at his little brother. What they
could see was lots of sandy beaches edging the low-lying areas of island
and lots of volcanic cliffs in the more mountainous areas.

"I had no idea the terrain was so varied," Donatello told Doug Bristol as
they spotted several large, modern, concrete, glass, stone, and steel
villas. "How many people live here now?"

"We have several hundred permanent residence and on some days, as many as a
thousand more staying in our three resort hotels," Doug explained. "There's
one of the hotels down there, with the red and white tower. It bridges an
inlet with beaches on each side, yet allows boats to pass through. Then
there's often as many as a dozen pretty good sized yachts docked at various
marinas around the place. You'd be surprised what sun, sea, sand, sex, and
naked boys brings in the way of wealthy visitors."

"Lots of curiosity seekers?" Donatello asked.

"Not if we can keep this place a secret," Doug smiled, "at least from those
who can't afford it."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means," Donatello sighed.

"If you see a spot down there that appeals to you, I'll tell you exactly
what it means," Doug Bristol joked as the chopper dropped down toward the
five-unit helipad patterned after that on Ecstasy Island.

"You thinking of building a place here?" Marco asked his dad as he too
found his eyes glued to the seemingly interminable sandy coastline. "Looks
like a guy could get lost down there."

"Actually, the hotel towers and the two mountain peaks serve as landmarks
making it easy to get your bearings once you're on the ground," Doug
explained.

"I don't see any paved roads," one of the other men observed.

"That's because all we use here to get around are boats and golf carts. We
have water taxis and just about everyone owns a boat or two," Doug told
them. "A lot of people just walk, or run. This place has a high regard for
physical fitness and a well-toned body."

"They kick ya off the island if ya get fat, right?" Mikolos joked.

"I really couldn't say," Doug told the boy dryly. "We've never had to deal
with that happening."

"When do we getta take our clothes off?" Nicholas asked anxiously, already
having unbuttoned his sport shirt to the waist.

"Go for it, kid, any time you like, we'll be landing in a minute or two,"
Doug told him, looking forward too seeing the young boy naked.

"Don't encourage him," Donatello laughed. "You better wait until we land
and go through customs."

"But if I'm NAKED, they'll know I ain't smugglin' anything into the
country," Nicholas reasoned.

"I'm not sure I'm going to like this bein' naked all the time," Mikolos
worried.

"You'll get used to it," Doug patted the boy on the shoulder. "By the time
you leave, you'll wish you didn't have to put clothes back on. Just wear
lots of sun block."

"Sex can be quite painful when you have a sunburn," Travis told the boys,
apparently from past experience.

"Errr...right...thanks for...for the advice," Marco rolled his eyes. If the
truth were known, he too was unsure he wanted to be naked 24-7 in front of
people...especially gay guys he didn't know.

"Ahhhhh...nice, soft, landing," Doug smiled, nodding at the
pilot. "EcstasyInc knows how to pick'em. Not a single mishap in the two
years we've been up and running. "Just grab your bag and follow me down the
steps to the terminal. Donatello, have your passport cards I gave you
handy, we don't stand on ceremony around here.  Then we'll find you some
lockers and you can all become legal guests."

"Legal guests?" Nicholas questioned.

"NAKED guests," Mikolos smiled at his little brother's innocense.

"Kind of breezy," Marco noted as they all climbed from the copter.

"Part of that's prop wash from the rotors," Doug noted. "But yes, there
always seems to be a nice breeze, makes the heat more tolerable. Just
remember what I told you about the sun block. The Caribbean sun can be
vicious. I've seen redness develop in some people in as little as fifteen
minutes. Even once you pick up a decent tan, still, don't go anywhere
without it."

Inside, the customs formalities took less than five minutes. "This where we
get naked?" Nicholas looked about an the long rows of lockers separated by
narrow benches. It was the biggest locker room he'd ever seen.

"Yes, just choose a locker with a key in the locker. Everyone on the island
has a locker here in case they need to leave. There's a long chain on each
key.  Put it around you neck. If you loose your key, you'll ever be able to
leave the island," Doug joked as they all started pulling off their
clothes.

"I'm getting a hard on," Travis laughed as he got naked. Indeed, he was, to
the tune of more than seven inches.

"Before we go further, the rules regarding public sex...well, private sex
too, I guess...feel free to say no. But I might add, local custom
consideres it impolite," Doug advised.

"WHAT?" Marco cried in dismay.

Doug smiled. "Here, I have something just for you." He handed Marco a pair
of white framed sunglasses."

"Err...thanks but..." Marco looked at the shades, mystified.

"It's a sign," Doug explained. "It tells others, I'm straight."

"Geee...coool," Marco tried them on.

"Just don't LOSE them," Travis laughed.

"And these are for you two," Doug handed Nicolas and Mikolos shades similar
to Marco's except in pink.

"These mean, hey, everybody, I'm gay?" Nicholas asked, trying them on.

"Well, yes, but more to the point, they say, 'no anal sex, I'm too young',"
Doug explained.

"Thank you," Donatello told Doug, a look of relief on his face. "I was a
little worried about just that question."

"And what color do I get?" Travis inquired.

"Well, you can have pink too, or red ones," Doug gave the fifteen-year-old
boy beauty a choice.

"What does the red mean?" Travis asked cautiously.

Doug smiled, winking at the two men shepherding the boy. "That color means,
'fuck me silly, I can take anything you got'."

"Give him the red ones," one of this "fathers" ordered.

Travis forced a nervous smile, then obediently chose the red-framed plastic
sunglasses.

"And what about at night when the sun ain't shinin'?" Marco worried.

Doug handed Marco a gold chain. "Clip this to the frames and wear them
around you neck."

"One thing you're going to find, boys, is that you're going to miss not
having pockets," Donatello told his sons from past experience, in having
spent a very naked week on Ecstasy Island. "Later we'll get you each a
credit tag to go with your key so you can buy stuff...like...like sun
block.

"No problem," Doug smiled. He retrieved some small plastic tubes of spf 50
sunscreen. "Compliments of EcstasyInc. It has a hole in the bottom that'll
let it hang on your neck chain too."

"Ain't all this shit gonna get in the way when we fuck?" Travis worried,
his cock, now harder and huger than before.

"Hey, kid, it goes around your NECK not up your ass," one of Travis' men
joked.

"Great, we all set?" Doug smiled. "Just come with me, we'll grab a cart and
drop you men and Travis off at the Boy Village Resort, then the rest of us
will go on over to our place. Donatello, you can meet Derek; you boys can
get acquainted with my bunch of horny fuckers."

"They all gay?" Mikolos asked hopefully.

"Mmm...afraid not, Mik...you mind if I call you Mik?" Doug asked. "The
twins, Buddy and Bobby are about your age...you're gonna love'em, they are
very....very, very, very gay...if you know what I mean." My daughter,
however, Bunny, is, most assuredly, NOT."

Marco's face brightened.

"She's cute, too," Doug winked.

"And naked?" Nicholas asked, what his older brother was only thinking.

"Of course...listen, boy," Doug intoned very seriously, "you can get your
cute little butt arrested for NOT being naked on this island."

"You're kidding?" Donatello laughed. "You have cops who go around enforcing
your dress code?"

"Uhhhh...well...no...but you've heard of a 'citizen's arrests,' right? The
punishment usually involves a good 'dressing down'." Doug smiled as they
all, to Marco's relief, crowded into TWO golf carts. "Or sometimes a good
tongue lashing. Just follow us," Doug told the other group. "It's not far."

"Scoot over, Nick, you're givin' me a hardon," Mik complained as the three
boys all but cuddled in the back seat of the cart.

"I think I'd just as leave walk," Marco joked as he rested one arm around
the back of the seat and around his two naked little brothers.

"Listen, Marco, all you boys," Doug continued his island indoctrination for
their benefit. "Get used to it, you ARE going to get hard...quite often, if
my boys are any indication. Don't worry about it. Actually, I think you
look BETTER when you're cocks are hard. Now in public, it tends to mean,
'take me, I'm yours', but again, everyone here on this island knows the
rules...'no means NO'."

"Are there many girls on the island...besides your daughter, I mean?" Marco
asked as the zipped along at some twenty miles per hour.

"Of course...a dozen or so...some probably a little YOUNG for you..." Doug
answered.

"How young?" Nicholas immediately wanted to know.

Doug laughed. "Well, boy, you many not believe this, but some of them are
probably a little young for YOU, even."

"Really?" Donatello reacted in surprise.

"I think little Misty is probably the youngest," Doug replied
thoughtfully. "I think she's nine or ten now. Her dad is a EcstasyInc
bigwig."

"There any cute little boys that young?" Mikolos asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, quite a few, cute as fuck, too, I can hardly keep my hands
off'em," Doug told his young guest.

"These kids...they...sexually active?" Doug asked in surprise.

Doug laughed with a kind of grunt. "Yeah...cutest things you ever saw,
fuckin' each other on the beach, sixty-nining in the hotel lobby, by the
pool...  Sometimes I think the kids have about five times more sex than the
adults, even those on Duralon."

"Even little Misty?" Nicholas asked.

"Well, let's just say she's not seen her virginity since she came here,"
Doug smiled.

"Is your daughter a virgin?" Mikolos asked out loud what Marco hadn't the
nerve.

"BUNNY?" Doug guffawed. "Mik, if that's your way of asking if you can FUCK
her, then by all means, you have my permission to fuck, suck, masturbate,
anything you want to do with her. I don't think you'll have to get down on
your knees and propose marriage to get a little pussy. That answer your're
question?"

"Cool, I never fucked a girl before," Mikolos smiled broadly, his cock now
rock hard, jutting up from his thin, hairless groin.

"Maybe we better find you one more your own age for starters then," Doug
suggested as they pulled up near the Boy Village. "Bunny might be a little
overwhelming for a kid your age."

"How old is she," Marco asked politely.

"You're sixteen, right?" Doug eyed the boy from head to cockhead.

"Right..." Marco smiled.

"You should fit right in quite nicely," Doug laughed sizing up the boy's
cock. "You guys can look around if you like. I have to go make sure all the
arrangements are up to par...should take about fifteen minutes. Then we'll
head over to the Villa Bristol."

"Whew...this place is going to take some getting used to," Donatello
sighed, looking around, shaking his head.

"I'm used to it already," Nicholas proclaimed.

"Okay, all of you, get your sunscreen on...remember, you're naked...all
over...every square inch...help each other out, make sure you're covered,"
Donatello directed.

"Dad, you wanna get my back, I don't trust these little fuckers," Marco
pleaded. "They might write 'I'M GAY' on my back."

A few minutes later, adequately "greased up" as Mikolos called it, the
three boys and their father headed down over the bank toward the sandy each
next to and beneath the elevated hotel.

"Hooooooo my godddddd," Donatello gasped. Even on Ecstasy he'd never seen
so many beautiful teenaged boys, all completely naked, of course, and the
vast majority with their six and seven, even eight-inch boy-cocks jutting
up toward the sky. Nearly half of them were making
love...kissing...sucking, fondling, fucking...sex so rampant all three of
his sons could only stare open-mouthed. Donatello counted at least five
couples apparently having orgasms, even as they watched.

"Must be HUNDREDS," Mikolos gasped.

"Who's counting?" Nicholas sighed in a similar state of shock.

"I am....one, two...three...four...I can see only four girls in the whole
fuckin' LOT," Marco complained.

"Marco, I don't think we have time at the moment for you to go off in
search of a mother for your children," Donatello rested his arm around his
son's naked shoulder. "Although that one over there, the blond..."

"But...FOUR...only FOUR...man, I don't like these odds," Marco complained.

"Son...just remember, most of the boys here...are quite gay," Doug sought
to comfort his son. "You may be the only boy on the island who likes
girls."

"I hope this Bunny likes to fuck," Marco sighed, unable to take his eyes
off the mass of teenaged nakeness.

"Look, there's a couple little kids suckin' each other," Nicholas pointed.

"Forgodsake, Nicholas, don't fuckin' POINT!" Donatello hissed.  "Yes...I
see them.  I see what Doug meant about them being so cute.

"They look like they're no more than six or seven years old," Marco
observed in dismay, tinged with disgust.

"Something wrong with boys six or seven bein' gay?" Mikolos challenged his
brother.

"It just...just kind of creeps me out," Marco shuddered involuntarily. "You
think the older guys...you know...play with them?"

Donatello shrugged. "I don't know, son. My guess is, if they're here,
they've likely learned to do that by watching older kids...adults."

"In answer to your question..." Doug Bristol came up behind them. "Yes, it
happens, and the Land of Ecstasy has no rules, no laws differentiating as
to age. On Ecstasy, kids that young simply aren't permitted.  Here...you've
heard of 'don't ask, don't tell'?"

"Is that healthy...you know, good for the kids?" Doug worried, not so much
for his own promiscuous offspring but for two kids as young as those they
were watching sucking one another's cocks.

Doug shrugged. "The difference here is, we don't stigmatize sex. You don't
have to be here long before you realize that, contrary to what most people
think, kids quite young are quite naturally VERY sexual. It's play time for
them. And, I suppose, in that adults like to...how should I put this...have
fun with kids...play with them, enjoy them...interact...I guess how ever
you say it, however innocent, it sound quite sexual, but I've never seen
any kid here traumatized by sexual contact either from kids their own age,
or from adults."

"Amazing," Donatello shook his head as they all headed back toward the golf
cart.

"Despite what you might think, we're not a bunch of perverts here," Doug
insisted. "Yes, we like sex...lots of it...any time, any place, just about
any FORM, and some of us are partial to young boys, but for the most part,
sexual contact tends to be kind of stratified by age. Seldom do you see a
man and a boy with an age difference of more than...ohhh...about ten
years. Of course, it's hard to know what goes on behind closed doors..."

"Looks like all you'd have to do was drive by and look in the windows,"
Marco observed. "I never saw so much glass and so few curtains in all my
life."

Doug laughed. "We get a lot of exhibitionists here...proud of what they've
got and not shy about demonstrating how they use it."

"Gorgeous houses...mansions..." Donatello searched for the right word to
describe the impressive examples of post-modern architecture.

"Villas...glass, steel, stone, concrete...lots of marble...hardwood
floors...pools, spas...all by the same architectural firm designed under
strict EcstasyInc guidelines as to size, style, and quality," Doug
explained. "Unfortunately, after you've lived here a while, there does get
to be a kind of homogenized, homosexual sameness to them. See that place
there atop the hill. I won't tell you his name...in his early
forties...you'd recognize it in an instant, I'm sure...worth something like
ten BILLION...lives there nine months a year with a harem of seven
boys...one for each day of the week he claims...ranging in age from ten or
twelve up to sixteen. Gorgeous creatures...Marco, you'd better stay away if
you value your heterosexuality."

"You have to be a billionaire to live here?" Donatello worried.

"No, of course not...but it helps," Doug winked. "We have a few homeowners
here who'd be hard pressed to break a million, but most...ten to fifty
million range, something like that."

"You must get paid a LOT," Nicholas suggested in awe.

"EcstasyInc is quite generous, but we're not here because of what I earn,"
Doug revealed to his guests. "Buddy is the resident millionaire in our
family."

"Buddy?  Your son?" Donatello reacted in amazement.

"I don't usually discuss this sort of thing with clients but..." Doug said,
hesitating even then as to just how much he should tell them.

The others remained silent, listening intently.

"You've heard of Cox Pharmaceuticals, no doubt, right?" Doug began.

"Of course...love their Duralon..." Donatello smiled.

"What's that?" Nicholas asked.

"You tell him," Doug deferred to the boy's father. "You can decide how much
he needs to know. Just remember, they're like candy around here, he WILL
come in contact with the stuff."

"Nicholas...Mikolos, Marco...Duralon is a pill made by Cox Pharm designed
to...well...enhance your sexual performance," Donatello began.

"It comes in five colors," Doug added.

"The D-1 is white," Doug continued, making sure he had the color coding
right in his mind. "They're designed to give you an erection and KEEP you
erect for...several hours."

"Ususally about four to six hours, but let me warn you, NEVER, take more
than one," Doug fleshed out Donatello's discourse.

"The pink ones...D-2s will also make you...well...slightly horny...more so
than usual," Donatello continued.

"Again, never more than one every four to six hours." Doug added.

"The D-3s are a brighter shade of pink," Donatello continued. "They do what
the other two do but also effect your reproductive system to accellerate
your production of semon...totally OFF LIMITS for YOU, Nicholas," Donatello
warned his youngest. "They basically allow you to fuck as much as you want
without depleting your...precious bodily fluids, so to speak."

"Don't stop there," Doug urged.

"Okay, there's also a green one, D-4s...off limits to ALL of you..."
Donatello hesitated to tell the boys more.

"Go on, they need to know," Doug urged.

"D-4s have a strong aphrodisiac added which NONE of you
are...mature...enough to handle," Doug continued reluctantly. "They'e
stictly for adults and I'm not sure I'd want to try them, quite frankly."

"And then there are D-5s..." Doug shook his head in dismay at the thought.

"D5s are for orgies (they're bright red). They last about six hours. They
not just ALLOW you to have all the sex you could ever want or imagine,
they're designed to DRIVE you sexually. They contain the strongest
aphrodisiac, the strongest sex drivers anyone can stand. You kids should
consider them the equivalent of POISON." Donatello warned in no uncertain
terms.

"I doubt you'll see anything more than D-3s," Doug added, as much to ease
Donatello's worried expression as in speaking to the boys. "Just remember,
more is NOT better...its...I don't think the word...'horrible' would be out
of line if you take more than one at a time. Do NOT overdoes on any of
them.

"Where do we get them?" Marco asked.

"Just about anywhere, just ask," Doug smiled. "And...please, if you ever
see any greenies or 'red devils' tell ME...or your dad, they're...well, not
quite what you'd call illegal or contraband, but...we like to keep them
under very tight control, especially where kids are concerned."

"I don't think I'm gonna need no pills, my cock is ALWAYS gonna be hard,"
Nicholas smiled down at his pulsating erection.

"The reason I had your dad tell you about all that...my son,
Buddy...he...and Bobby too...were part of a Cox Pharm testing program that
went horribly wrong," Doug continued. "He suffered permanent damage to his
reproductive system. He has become sterile and has a very good chance of
developing testicular or prostate cancer later in life...maybe both."

"He take one of them 'red-devil' thingies?" Mikolos asked.

"No, what he did take...what he was given, was much worse," Doug
continued. "He's better now, but at the time, he was having orgasms every
fifteen minutes...and shooting...WAY too much...too much cum for an
eleven-year-old boy," Doug told them with some difficulty.

"WOW!" Marco gasped.

"Now, he's stabilized, usually having to ejaculate about ever two or three
hours," Doug continued. "I'm telling you this assuming you're all going to
become good friends and...well, I guess you could say it's like a
handicap. If you know about it...I'm telling you this to save him the
embarrassment of having to explain...if you know about his problem, you can
be prepared and...well...maybe help him out a little when his times come
around."

"Is it like a siezure?" Donatello asked in concern.

Doug shook his head. "It's hardly noticeable around here. Some might simply
chalk it up to teenaged horniness but...it's much more serious than that
and...he simply looses control of his own body, sexually speaking, ever few
hours."

"Too bad," Donatello sympathized.

"Oh, forgodsake don't pity him," Doug laughed. "I think he kind of enjoys
it most of the time. We treat it as a minor nuisance. In any case, we got a
substantial monetary settlement from Cox, which allows Buddy a fairly
normal life here on the island and the rest of us...we just kinda go along
for the ride. Well...here we are." Doug announced as the pulled up in the
parking area before an enormous, virtually all glass villa that set his
riders' eyes popping in amazement.

"WOW!" Nicholas intoned.

"You can say that again," Mikolos gaped at the place.

"WOW...WOW...WOW...WOW! How's that?" Nicholas repeated unnecessarily.

"I take it there aren't many stones in your front yard," Donatello joked.

"Stones? Oohhhhh...stones...yes...well...we've never had the problem,
but..." Doug laughed. "Come on in, meet the horny little fuckers."

They didn't have to go in, the "horny little fuckers" Bunny, Bobby, Buddy,
and then Derek Chandler, bringing up the rear, came rushing out, hugging
and kissing Doug as if they'd not seen him in years.

"Whoaaaa mannnnnnnn..." Marco gasped when he saw Bunny.

"Easy, stud," his father hissed. "Don't embarrass me."

"Donatello...my family...Bunny, Bobby...I think...yeah, Bobby, Buddy, and I
think you recognize Derek from the Blade," Doug introduced his family as
Donatello and Derek shook hands.

"And this is my crew," Donatello returned the gesture, "Marco my oldest,
then this is Mikolos, he's thirteen, and finally, Nicholas, who's eleven."

"Almost twelve," Nicholas volunteered, stretching the definition of
"almost" somewhat.

"How old is Marco?" Bunny immediately asked sexily, having noticed there
was no mention of the handsome teenager's age.

"I'm sixteen," Marco volunteered, no longer even trying to keep his soaring
hard cock under control.

Mikolos mischievously batted at it with his hand. "I think he likes you."