Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 12:36:37 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 16

In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with
"The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed" and "EcstasyInc." "The
Pharm Boys," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive,
as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys,"
"Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), and "EcstasyInc"
(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 minor
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 two to three 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.


THE PHARM BOYS

CHAPTER 16


"Dad, these are the guys I told you about," Kevin introduced the Kauffman
twins to Darin as he met them in the living room of the "executive
mansion," as the boys liked to call it. Really, it was quite a big
house...not in the White House league, but quite light, clean, elegant, and
minimally modern. "This is Buff and that's...Boff...I hope."

"What I want to know is which one of you is Bryan and which one is Ryan?"
Darin insisted as he shook both boys hands admiring their clean, slender
naked beauty and strikingly handsome faces framed by medium-length blondish
hair.

"I'm Bryan," Buff said.

"And I'm Ryan," Boff smiled. "My god, you look to young to have a
son...what ARE you, Kevin, twelve?"

"Quite recently, in fact," Darin told them. "I was only twelve when I
fucked his mother."

"Precocious little fucker," Bryan commented. "I couldn't even CUM till I
was thirteen."

"I beat him by a whole year," Ryan crowed proudly.

"Hmmmm...that's interesting," Darin said thoughtfully. "I've recently had
some experience working with twins and I've never know identical twins to
mature a year apart like that."

"Eleven months, but who's counting," Bryan corrected his brother.

"You were both gay back then...I mean...you were aware of your attraction,"
Darin probed as they sat down on the plush, starkly contemporary couch and
chairs.

The boys looked at one another. Bryan shrugged, "I guess, it's hard to
remember, exactly but, yeah..."

"Or at least we were BECOMING aware that we were gay that far back," Ryan
explained more thoughtfully. "I was at least."

"We started jackin' around together when we were eleven or twelve, enjoying
our cocks, having orgasms...mostly dry cums and stuff," Bryan said, "...I
was, I'm sure...his were a little less dry...scared the shit outta both of
us both the first time...it was dark, we were belly to belly humpin' each
other...it felt wet, he started crying, "I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, I'm
gonna bleed to death and they'll think YOU killed me.

"I jumped up and turn on the light...my cum was mostly clear," Ryan
continued. "That's when I realized, what the fuck IS this shit?"

"Your dad, no one told you about semon...sperm...babies..." Darin asked in
surprise.

"Oh, yeah, dad made a half-hearted attempt a couple years later but by that
time, we could probably have told HIM a few things he didn't know on the
topic," Bryan laughed.

"A year later, we told him we were gay," Bryan added.

"Just like that, hey dad, we're gay?" Kevin asked, fascinated in that he'd
never ever come CLOSE to such a parental encounter, with EITHER of his
fathers.

"We had a birthday barbecue in the back yard, it was after dinner," Ryan
supplied the details. "We were turning...I forget...either thirteen or
fourteen."

"Fourteen, I think," Bryan recalled. "We were all melodramatic, dad, would
you still love us if we told you we were gay?"

"And what'd he say?" Ronon asked, on the edge of his seat.

"Hmph, he just looked at us, said 'no,' got up, and walked in the house,"
Ryan told them."

"He meant it, too," Bryan added. "He's not shown the least bit of affection
for either of us since."

"That's sad," Darin said softly, hugging his son as Kevin sat next to him.

"MMMMmmm...not really," Ryan admitted, "We've not been overly fond of him
for a good deal longer ago than that...dysfunctional family."

"And your mother?" Ronon questioned.

"Mom, oh, I guess, she's okay...step mother...mom died when we were born,"
Bryan explained.

"We were too much for her," Ryan joked.

Bryan gave him a dirty look but said nothing as a pregnant silence settled
over the five of them.

"I see...well...I think the boys in the kitchen are waiting for us to
finish the awkward introductions..." Darin said changing the subject as the
mood changed. "Shall we go risk it?"

"The 'rare butt roast'?" Bryan laughed as they all got up.

"Surf and turf...hope you like lobster," Darin told them. "It's kind of
the...national fish around here...here in the Land of Ecstasy."

"Do we have to give up our American citizenship to take this secret job?"
Ryan questioned as they all sat down around the elegantly set, glass-top
table.

"I think it's a case of dual citizenship," Darin told him, "although the
whole sovereign state thing is something of a sham anyway...more a legal
thing than patriotic or nationalistic. Although it IS good. We have a LOT
of different nationalities who come here and so we're pretty neutral,
non-denominational, I guess you'd say."

"We speak English, act American, steal from the Bahamians, and fuck like
the Ro-Maniacs," Kevin elaborated as their appetizer was served--shrimp
COCKtail.

"Love these tables, you can see who's got a hardon as ya eat," Bryan
laughed.

"Okay, so what IS this secret job everyone's been talking about?" Ryan
finally asked directly as they ate.

"No big secret, really," Darin told them, "the boys here think you two
would be great to take over Kevin's job as Dean of Boys here on the island.

"Take over?" Bryan questioned seriously. "What's he going to do, go back to
kindergarten?"

Darin smiled, Bryan's question much funnier in his mind than he let on as
he noted the expression on Kevin's face. He knew Kevin enjoyed being a boy
in a man's job, especially the fact that it would take TWO men to replace
him. "Kevin and Ronon will be moving on...although I can't give you much
more information than that."

Bryan and Ryan looked at one another in dismay. "Just what does 'Dean of
Boys' here entail?" Neither of them had ever heard of the position.

"You'd be the immediate supervisor for all the pleasure boys here on the
island," Kevin explained very adultly, "boys from eleven or twelve up to
seventeen when they move on to other positions with EcstasyInc or Cox
International."

"I had the job before I ruffled some feathers and got...kicked upstairs, I
guess you'd say," Ronon added to Kevin's job description. "You'd be in
charge of making sure the boys do their jobs, holding their hands when
they're down, knockin' heads when they get high and mighty, providing
helpful hints, handling client complaints involving he boys, that sort of
thing."

"Your job would also involve PROTECTING the boys, both from clients and
from EcstasyInc...Cox Pharm, even Cox--Nassau," Kevin continued, "which is
where Ronon got burned."

"What do you mean?" Bryan asked as a gorgeous, naked houseboy took away his
first course plate.

"I guess we can tell them, right dad?" Kevin looked at his father
questioningly.

Darin nodded. The boys had to know what a cobweb of corporate intrigue they
were getting into.

"We had a group of five sets of twins...eleven-year-olds...who signed on as
human guinea pigs for Cox Pharm," Kevin began. "One of them, they messed up
pretty bad. Ronon and others...dad included...helped get the boy off the
island to outside medical treatment. Eventually, we managed to shut down
the entire projects, sending the boys back home."

"Actually, two of the boys, the Santos twins from Brazil...you'll meet them
later...they're still here with their older brother, Mario who works as a
dancer in our dining room floor show." Ronon continued. "God, he's so
fuckin' HOT...fucks like a...Ro-maniac, as Kevin puts it."

"We...fuck these boys...like...any time, any place?" Ryan questioned.

Darin started laughing. "Yes, as a matter of fact, it's considered an
integral part of your job, testing and trying them out on a regular basis
to make sure they perform flawlessly for our guests. We supply you with
Duralon by the truckload."

"I average about twenty orgasms a day...give or take...you know..." Kevin
grinned his most seductive, ornery look.

"Would that involve twenty APIECE or twenty total?" Ryan laughed.

"That's up to you...THIRTY apiece if you think you could handle it," Ronon
joked as well. "I've gone to bed many a night with a sore cock...only to
have THIS fucker want a...nighty-night."

"Like everything else, boys, you have to PACE yourself," Darin advised
despite what Ronon had said. "The sex is...well, let's just say our boys
give their best performances when they know they're being evaluated, which
is what this is all about. You'll never get better boy-sex anywhere on
earth than right here on Ecstasy. But of course, you already know that."

"I thought Kevin was in charge of TRAINING the new boys," Ryan recalled
from earlier visits.

"I got promoted," Kevin said simply, dryly, and without much joy.

"Actually, the whole training program here became
inadequate...too...limited," Darin told them. "It was moved elsewhere and
greatly expanded. I think I can say, the boys are going to once more be
involved in that area...on a grander scale, of course."

"You're LEAVING Ecstasy?" Bryan sighed in disappointment. "Damn, here I was
looking forward to lots of orgasms with YOU two."

"Tonight too soon?" Kevin eyed the boys and their hard, throbbing, teenaged
cocks leacherously.

"Hey, take it easy, Kev, your cock will upset the table," Ryan joked as he
peered down through the glass top at the boy's impressive hardness.

"Say, what ever happened to those two little twin boys we fucked that time
in the terminal?" Bryan suddenly questioned.

Ronon, Kevin, and Darin all looked at one another in silence.

"Buddy...the Bristol twins...he was the little boy we mentioned who got
screwed up sexualy by Cox Pharm," Ronon told them softly.

"Really, what happened?" Ryan gasped in surprise and sadness.

"Damned near killed him," Kevin exaggerated only slightly.

"To put it in layman's terms, they burned his balls," Ronon added.

"OOoooooo, fucccckkkk...sounds painful," Ryan winced.

"They were experimenting with a drug containing testosterone...industrial
strength testosterone, you might say, which triggered premature puberty and
sent his reproductive system into overload." Darin provided a more detailed
explanation. "The boy ended up sterile and a very likely candidate for
prostatic cancer eventually. He'll be on various cancer therapy drugs for
the rest of his life."

"No shit..." Ryan gasped.

"He sued the sox off Cox," Kevin proclaimed proudly.

"Kevin, I don't think we need to get into that," his dad warned. "Suffice
to say he's now a multi-millionaire living with his family over on Erotic
Island."

"Erotic Island? Is that like Ecstasy?" Ryan questioned. "Never heard of it
before."

"You have a billion dollars in small change," Ronon joked.

"Not ON me," Bryan laughed, checking his "pockets."

"That's WHY you've never heard of it," Kevin laughed.

"It's a slightly larger island a few miles from here, a huge real estate
development, where VERY wealthy gay playboys can buy or build their
pleasure palaces and stock them with a whole harem of naked pleasure boys."

"WOW. Ya have to be a billionaire to live there?" Ryan gasped.

"No, but it helps," Kevin laughed.

"All part of the 'Land of Ecstasy'?" Bryan asked, his voice tinged with
excitement, "everyone goes naked...all the boys, everyone?"

"Same dress code applies as here," Darin assured them.

"Hey, you think dad would spring for....no...probably not..." Ryan joked,
his voice dropping in dispair.

"You boys take on this job...save your pennies...then when you turn
sixty-five, you might be able to afford...a grass hut on the beach over
there," Darin joked.

"Sixty-FIVE," Bryan sighed tiredly. "After forty-five years fuckin' boys
here day in and day out, we'll be so impotent even Duralon wouldn't help."

"That's good, 'cause you wouldn't be able to afford even ONE boy to split
between you," Kevin joked as they finished their main course. "Hey, what's
for dessert?"

"Crepe suzettes or banana flambe?" Darin asked as the serving boys each
delivered a choice.

"Not for me...one too many lobster tails," Ryan demured. "With a job
fuckin' twenty boys a day...or thirty...gotta watch my waistline."

"I'll have one of each," Bryan ordered up.

"Glutton..." Ryan sneered disapprovingly.

"I can eat anything...so long as I fuck a lot, doesn't effect my waistline
one bit," Bryan claimed as the serving boys demonstrated their pyromanic
prowess.

"How much this job pay?" Bryan asked seriously as the naked serving boys
stopped just short of singeing their eyebrows.

"Fifty grand apiece?" Darin replied, eyeing the two carefully. "Also a
place to live, all the lobster tails you can eat, and all the cute, naked,
young houseboys you can fuck."

"Golf carts..." Kevin whispered.

"Oh...yeah...we're gonna need one of those cute little pink golf carts,"
Bryan bargained.

"Apiece..." Kevin egged him on.

"Apiece...yes, one apiece," Bryan added. "How fast they go?"

"A hair-raising TWENTY on a full charge," Ronon laughed.

"But I think dad's got a cute little 1960 red Corvette convertible down in
the garage he might loan you in emergencies," Kevin added impishly.

"Don't fuckin' tell him that, he'll end up running down half your guests
and a good number of the little boys he's supposed to be...babysitting."
Ryan joked.

"Interesting choice of words," Darin noted.

"And damned fuckin' accurate, as well," Ronon added. "You know how hard it
is for a kid twelve or thirteen to tell a horny sixteen-year-old to...fuck
off?"

"So us being old fogies of twenty-one would be an advantage?" Bryan
suggested brightly.

"Probably," Darin agreed, "but, as Ronon...Kevin too, I guess...as the boys
demonstrate everu day, it's all a matter of attitude, demanding respect and
giving respect...making sure the boys know who's in charge but also
fostering a certain...comraderie...love...for lack of a better word."

"But loving them ALL equally...never playing favorites...and forgodsake,
never falling IN love with any of them," Ronon warned. "In fact, a
surprising amount of your time will be spent playing
referee...settling...better yet, PREVENTING arguments..."

"Or FIGHTS," Kevin added with some glee. "I gave this one kid..."

"Kevin!" both his dad and Ronon implored sharply.

"We'll take it...we'll take the job...god, dad's gonna..." Ryan suddenly
accepted.

"We will? You didn't ask me," Bryan reminded his brother.

"Well?" Ryan questioned.

"How many boys we talkin' about?" Bryan asked cautiously.

"One-hundred seventy-eight as of this morning, though by tomorrow afternoon
you can add ten more," Kevin informed them as he finished boyishly gobbling
down his dessert.

"TEN?" Ronon reacted in surprise. "We just got eight or nine yesterday."

"Yes, and we've got 150 guests on the next boat Saturday," Darin explained
the increase. "Boys...business is BOOMING and before long we'll be looking
at two, maybe three HUNDRED guests every week."

"Your new hotels are full to overflowing, I take it?" Bryan asked, slipping
into his managerial mode.

"If not now, soon," Darin acknowledged, "though really, we're discovering
that our guests don't spend a lot of time in their rooms. They enjoy the
whole island, taking their naked young boys wherever they find them...on
the beach, by the pool, IN the pool...the spas, under the table at
dinner...well...you've been here before...you've, no doubt, fucked a few
boys in various public places..."

"Like in the middle of the arrival terminal..." Kevin grinned as he wiped
his mouth and slid his chair back from the table. "Now, lets go do some
orgasming, I'm really....really, really, really fuckin' horny."

"All this expansion, and you boys with your degrees...and the fact that
there's TWO of you..." Darin eyed the twins hopefully, "that's why, when
these two came up with the idea of taking on BOTH of you...it made so much
sense. You'll be perfect."

"Okay," Bryan agreeed. "But, fucccckkkk...how we gonna tell dad? WHAT are
we gonna tell dad?"

"Send him an e-mail...it's been fun knowin' ya..." Ryan shrugged as he got
up, hugging Kevin, then heading off to an inviting spa downstairs they'd
noticed earlier. "NOT!"

"Okay, Mr. Romeo, looks like you got another set of twins to cope with,"
Bryan told Darin. "Ronon, looks like it's just you and me, babe, where ya
wanna shoot our cum?"

"Just follow Kevin, he knows all the good cum-shooting spots around here,"
Ronon nodded as he and Bryan headed downstairs.

"Mr. Romeo, care to join us?" Bryan asked politely as they headed off.

"Four is an orgy, five is...awkward," Darin smiled as he watched his guests
head off to "shoot some cum" as they put it.

When Ronon and Bryan got down to the spa, Kevin and Ryan were already
locked in a lip-sucking embrace, moaning in naked sexual lust, seeming as
if they were but a few seconds short of filling the swirling waters with
their intermixed boy-cum.

"The least they could have done was to wait on us before they started,"
Bryan complained as he and Ronon descended into the water and into one
another's arms. "Fuck, your cock feels twice as big as I remember."

"I'm fourteen now..." Ronon reminded him as he heaved and thrust his cock
through Bryan's jacking fist. "Yours feels like it's shrunk a little," he
joked.

"You won't think so once I get it up your fuckin' ass," Bryan told him as
he pulled the exquisitely beautiful young boy into his lap and took aim
with his cock at Ronon's welcoming ass.

"I...I see what you mean," Ronon grimaced as he did his best to adjust to
Bryan's eight inches.

"Can ya handle it?" Bryan worried.

"I think so," Ronon nodded, kissing him.

"He can handle it," Kevin guaranteed as he and Ryan stroked one another's
cocks amid their desperately passionate kisses. "I've seen him take ten
before.

"Yes, and never again, too," Ronon winced at the painful memory. "Eight is
great, provided it's not ALSO eight inches around. Ohhhh fuck, feelin'
good."

"No shit, god, tight...ohhhh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, kid, oahhahahhh fuck,
you're good. I'd forgotten just HOW good.

"Jack me, man, jack that fucker, give me an orgasm," Kevin urged Ryan on as
the two masturbated the hell out of one another. "Make me cum, man, make me
cum, make me cum, make me cummmmmmmmm!!"

"Soon as you make ME cum," Ryan promised.  "I'll trade you orgasms, match
you cum shot for cum shot."

"Don't promise anything you can'd deliver over there," Bryan kidded his
brother.

"Hey, you fuck YOUR boy, I'll take care of MINE," Ryan complained.

"Yeah, man, fuck your boy, fuck your boy, aooahahhhah god, yeahhhh, yeahhh,
yeahh, fuck your boy, fuck my ass, fuck my hot, fuckin' boy-hole, ohahahh
god, yeah, hittin' my button, poppin' my prostate every time, ohahhahh god,
feels good, feels good, feels good, Bryan, fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck my ass, fuck my little-boy teenaged asshole, man, let's do a little
orgasming, man, you fuck me then I'll fuck you."

"And you ain't been fucked till you've been fucked by Ronon Parker," Kevin
insisted as his cock ached to cum in Ryan's jacking fist. "My husband is
the best fucker on the island."

"Except for MY husband," Ronon insisted.

"You two ornery little fuckers tear me up, god, I could fuck you like this
till..." Bryan insisted, "till I die...if fuckin' you didn't kill me
first."

"Which makes absolutely NO fuckin' sense," Ryan insisted as he and Kevin
neared the orgasmic point of no return. "Ohhhh, fuck, Kevin, gettin' me
there, little buddy, gettin' me there, gettin' me there, boy, ohhahhh fuck,
fuck, fuck yes, gettin to me, gettin' me there. Ohhahhahahhh god,
oahhahhahh goddd..."

"Do it to me, do it to me, man, jack me, jack my cock, jack me off, jack me
off, jack me fuckin' offfff...agheoaieorhoih god, yes, yes,
close...closer...aoghehaaoeirh god, I'm...I'm...I'm gonna nut...gonna
cum...gonna bust a nut, man,
oahhahh...agheooiooHHIIIIOHEHAHRHEHHHGHEHHRHHGHHOOOGHHHGHGHGHHAHGHHAHHAHHA..."
Kevin screamed out his horrendous, naked, sexual pleasure, his cock gushing
out thin ribbons of boyish cum beneath the surface of the swirling hot
water.

"I'm right with ya, buddy, gonna do it, gonna do it too, gonna shoot it,
gonna fuckin' shoot my...my...OAOHAHEHRH FUCK...MY CUM, MY
CUMMMM...OOAOHEHAHEHRH GOD, BABE, MAKIN' ME SHOOT, MAKIN' ME CUM,
GOIAHEORIHO YEAH, JACK THAT FUCKER, BOY, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK ME OFF,
MAN, JACK ME FUCKIN' OFFFF....MAKE ME CUM, KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM, AOGHOIAOEIHR
GOD, SOO HOT, HOLDING YOU, HUGGING YOU, JACKIN' YOUR COCK, AHGHHEAHEHRH
FUCK, AHGOEOIAHEORIH FUCK, GHOAIHEORIH GOD, FEEELS GOOD, KEVIN, OAOGHEOIAH
GOD, YOU'RE A GREAT JACKER-OFFER, MAN, OOAIHEOIRHOI YEAH, JUST MASTURBATE
THE HELL OUTTA THAT FUCKER, BOY, AOOHAOIHOI YEAH, YEAH, EHAHHEHHEHHHH GOD,
LOOK...LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM, LOOK AT OUR CUM MATING THERE UNDER THE WATER,"
Ryan lurched and lumbered through the massive spasms of aching orgasmic
pleasure wracking his naked young body.

"Let's cum," Ronon said simply, "let's cum, let's cum,
let's...ahghehahehrhFUCCCCKKK CUM, CUM, CUM, LET'S CUM, AOGEIOOOIAH YEAH,
YEAH, CUM WITH ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM TOO, AHGOEIAHEOIHRE FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,
FEELS GOOD, SOOSOOOAOOOOOOOAOOAEIHGIEH AHGHAHHERHHHG GOD, CAN'T BELIEVE
WHAT YOU'RE DOIN' TO MY ASSSSSS...GOIAEIROAIH GOD, FUCKIN' ME SOOO HARD,
MAKIN' ME CUM SOOOOO HARD, MAN, SOOOOOO FUCKIN' HARD, CUMMIN', CUMMIN',
CUMMIN' SOOOO HARD, AOGIEHOEIHR GOD, MY COCK FEELS LIKE IT'S GONNA BUST
WIDE OPEN, AHGHEHAHEHRHHHHAHEH FUCK, SHOOTIN' HARDER THAN...EVER BEFORE."

"I know the feeling, kid, I'm feeling it right now, in fact, oaohgoehoaier
fuck, fuck, fuck, here it cums, here it cums, here it fuckin'
CUMMMMS...CUMMMMMSS......SPURT ONE...SPURT TWO, GOIAHEORIH GOD, THE
FEELINGS YOU'RE GIVIN' ME, OAOHGEOIAHER FUCK DON'T STOP, SPURT
THREEE...DON'T STOP...FUCCCCKKKKK ME, FUCK MEEE...AOGHEOAIHEORI GOD, RONON,
YOUR ASS, OAHGOEIAHOE GOD, SOOO TIGHT, SPURT FOUR, SOOOO HOT, SOOO
COCKSUCKIN' GOOD, GOIAHEORIHYEAH, YEAH, AHGOAEIHEORIHYEAHHHHHH, SPURT FIVE,
LOVE YOU, BOY, LOVE YOUR ASS, LOVE YOUR FACE..." Bryan gushed in orgasmic
bliss.

"Don't say that," Ronon told him sharply. "I told you before...rule number
one around here...love's got nothing to do with it. Don't EVER...EVER fall
in love with ANYONE...any of your boys especially...or me...or Kevin. I
belong to Kevin. He's the only one I love. And don't ever become
jealous. If you must love someone, love each other, but never slip into
jealous mode or love mode with anyone else," Ronon lectured both the
twins. "You won't last ten seconds around this place if you do."

"OaohehaoeiaeihaehhehhahoOoohhaoeoOOOHHHHHHHH" Bryan almost screamed out
his aching sexual pleasure. "SPURT SIX!"