Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 02:21:38 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys Chapter 2

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 2


When Darin Romeo got word from his son that Jim Loin was on the island and
that he wanted to see him, Darin wasted no time clearing his schedule. It
was four in the afternoon, there wasn't much schedule to clear. He was
about to head out the door of his office when Albert, his
secretary/executive assistant stopped him.

"Hang on, stud, the man's on his way up."

"Loin...here?" Darin reacted in disbelief. The CEO of Cox International was
NOT the type to simply drop by the office unannounced.

"Faint or something if he tries to fire you," Albert joked, knowing full
well many at the Cox corporate headquarters in Nassau thought his boss
should be fired...months ago, in fact.

"How about I throw up all over him?" Darin joked, that reaction more in
tune with what he was feeling at the moment.

The elevator made a soft "bing." A big, surprisingly trim, very naked man
stepped off. Jim Loin had shed nearly forty pounds.

"Maaaannnn...you're looking gooooo," Darin blinked in amazement as he
greeted the boss of the bosses, as someone had nicknamed the man.

"Romeo, Romeo...wherefore art thou...never mind...bad joke you've no doubt
heard many times before," the man laughed, extending his hand, then hugging
the Ecstasy Island boss. "Doesn't fit the situation, in any case."

"Mr. Loin, I don't know if you've met my assistant, Albert Cartinetti..."
Darin introduced his right-hand man.

"My god, Romeo, how the fuck you get any WORK done around here with a
creature like this just outside your door," Jim Loin greeted the Greek god
of a man. "Look what the hell you just did to my COCK!"

"He's not as gay as he looks," Darin joked. "Fuuuuccckkkk...you've lost a
TON of weight," Darin admired his boss's new physique, though in fact, a
few more pounds shed here and there wouldn't hurt any.

"You're looking pretty good, yourself," Jim Loin returned the compliment,
"but then you always were...god, we better get down to business or we'll
have a fuckin' orgy right here in the front office," the man joked.

"I was just leaving to head over your way," Darin told the CEO as they
moved into Darin's office and Darin closed the door, much to his
assistant's consternation. Darin decided if was going to get fired he
wanted it to happen privately.

"I figured that, which is why I rushed over," Jim Loin smiled sitting down
on the deeply comfortable sofa. "Hmmmm...bet this gets a lot of use."

"Albert's pretty good about keeping it wiped down," Darin joked, though in
fact, there was an element of truth in what he said. Leather was pretty
cum-resistant.

"You have excellent tastes, I don't think I've ever been up here before,"
Jim Loin looked about. "Nice view..."

"Once more, blame Albert for that, he was in charge of the last
redecorating a few months ago," Darin gave credit where it was due.

"Italians are good at that," Jim Loin smiled, motioning for Darin to be
seated in an armchair next to the sofa.

"So, what brings you to ecstasy?" Darin asked, no longer able to stand the
suspense hidden beneath a layer of small talk.

"You," Loin smiled.

"I'm flattered," Darin smiled, dreading what was to come.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fire you, even if I COULD," Jim Loin sought
to ease his underling's mind. "People in Nassau keep reminding me five
times a day that would NOT be a good idea."

"Good, you had me worried. I left my asbestos suit at the cleaners," Darin
joked.

"Wish I had a wit like yours," Jim Loin smiled. "However...as...'fireproof'
as you may be, doesn't keep me from coming here and shaking things up a
bit. Actually, I'm impressed with what you've been doing here, numbers are
up--especially those with dollar signs before them. Guest relations have
improved...better than ever before. You've overseen the expansion projects
here flawlessly. The island is even more beautiful than I remembered."

"Thank you, I have a very hardworking staff," Darin once more gave credit
where it was due.

"Actually, it's your staff I'm concerned about," Jim Loin shifted gears.

"Oh?" Darin reacted seriously.

"Not that they've performed poorly," Loin continued. "It's just...well...I
guess we could say they're a victim of their own success."

"What do you mean," Darin asked warily.

"To put is simply, perhaps too bluntly, they're overwhelmed," Jim Loin told
their boss.

"That's what they keep telling me all the time, I just try to ignore them,"
Darin laughed.

"Well...no more," Jim got to the point. "We're moving the training program
off the island."

Darin reacted by NOT reacting.

"Darin, at the rate we're growing, we need to add nearly FIFTY boys per
WEEK...half of them right here on Ecstasy, the rest on Erotic Isle, Caddy
Gay, and...and whatever the hell it is you're calling that camping thing we
started next door..."

"The Island of the Boys," Darin filled in his boss's blank. "Kind of like
'Lord of the Flies' but with modern plumbing."

"Whatever...the number crunchers say it's been a phenomenal success," Loin
told him. "They're even talking about a bisexual 'Blue Lagoon' on one of
the other little islands we stole from the Bahamians."

"Interesting..." Darin intoned. He'd heard rumors. "Sandbars and sex, so to
speak..."

"Yeah...tell me about it. That's the problem, they're hardly much MORE than
sandbars," Loin sighed, rolling his eyes. "Gonna cost a fortune just to
keep them above sea level at high tide."

"Doug Bristol tells me the Erotic Isle development has become quite
popular...and profitable, I might add," Darin put in a good word for his
friend.

"Sore subject," Loin snorted. "In any case, we're taking Mr. Tinker and his
wife to be in charge of the new training and indoctrination
program...'Tinkertoy' I think you call them."

"And Kevin?" Darin gently inquired about his son's status inasmuch as his
job was apparently being jerked out from under him.

"Oh yes...your son..." Jim Loin sighed. "Think he can handle the position
of Dean of Boys here?"

"Handle it?" Darin repeated the man's words. "Yes, I suppose...the kid's
twelve now..."

"Which is what worries me...he's ONLY twelve," Jim Loin confessed.

"Ronon Parker was hardly more than that when he came here," Darin reminded
his boss.

"Yes, well, Ronon Parker is mature for his age," Jim Loin asserted. "Colton
Cox's little cocksucking BRAT is just the opposite...IMmature for his age."

"I disagree," Darin defended his son.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"Kevin can be a...well...he's got a lot of Cox in him...not Colton but
Tina. Tina Cox was his mother," Darin gave his assessment.

"I'm well aware of the little fucker's family...tree would be too
kind...thicket, perhaps," Jim Loin sneered. "You sort of won him in a
lottery, as I understand it."

"I never thought of it like that but..." Darin reflected. "I suppose you
could say that. I've always had strong sperm...good swimmers."

"Humph...yes...well...if you think you can manage him..." Jim Loin
continued.

"And Ronon?"

"He's all yours," Jim Loin said simply.

"What do you mean?"

"We're promoting him," the Cox CEO said, taking a deep breath. "Nassau's
blaming him for the Pooh Bear disaster...and YOU of course, but, as we said
earlier, you're fireproof. He's not.

"And that's why you're PROMOTING him?" Darin asked in surprise.

"Let me finish. What can I say, the kid's also very good at what he does. I
consider him too valuable to cut loose. On top of that...don't tell anyone
in Nassau but, well, I guess I kind of admire him...BOTH of you, in
fact. You saw through Ron Duncan. No one else did. Cox Pharm is livid, but
thanks to you and Ronon, they're still alive and well. Pooh Bear Tea was a
bad idea from the start. EcstasyInc should never have been
involved. Ecstasy is a VACATION resort, forgodsakes. Cox Pharm should have
had full control of Pooh Bear, run it out of Duncan's little pleasure pit
over there...or hell, anywhere but HERE. And even though you cost Cox
hundreds of millions, in the long run you probably saved the company that
much more."

"I appreciate that," Darin said sincerely. "Too bad poor Buddy Bristol had
to be the victim."

Jim Loin nodded slightly in silence. "If you call a twelve-year-old sitting
on two-hundred million Cox dollars a victim," he added softly and sourly.

"I guess I could make Ronon my personal assistant," Darin considered.

"What...and replace your Grecian god out there with a...how old is the kid
now, thirteen...fourteen?" Jim Loin reacted in sudden amusement.

"I guess you could say I'm grooming him for bigger things," Darin smiled.

"Hey, listen, you wanna GROOM someone, groom that fuckin' SON of yours,"
Jim Loin shot back. "He's the one who's gonna be giving the toadstools at
Cox International gallstones a few years from now."

"I guess, in a manner of speaking, I am," Darin realized himself for the
first time. "Ronon and Kevin are good for each other. Kevin keeps
Ronon...young...fun...the same loving little boy I've known since he was
ten or eleven. Ronon, on the other hand, is a good influence on Kevin...a
settling influence...a maturing presence. It's subtle, but Ronon is NOT
fond of the Cox in Kevin Cox. I've seen it. Ronon TELLS him so every time
he sees it pop up, so to speak. Kevin may be a mischievous imp, but let me
tell you...give him something to do--a mission...give him some
responsibility...and suddenly he changes. I've seen THAT too...on the
job. He can be sharp as a tack and hard as nails. The kid is
bright... intuitive...ornery, to be sure, cute, sexy, horny as hell...but
those two love each other more than life itself, and as a team...once they
get older...some college...well, tell your people in Nassau, they'd better
stay sharp or Cox-Parker will be all over their asses."

"That's suppose to make me feel better?" Jim Loin asked apprehensively.

"Suit yourself," Darin shrugged. "I just want you to know where MY
priorities are.  I CARE about those two boys FAR more than I care about Cox
International. Whether either one of us like it or not, Kevin Cox is a
heavy chain around your company's neck. Ronon Parker is the collar that
will make that chain tolerable."

"Just see to it the little jerk doesn't JERK that chain once too often,"
Jim Loin growled. "Or, so help me, Darin, the next time I may not be able
to...soothe the beast."

Darin nodded. There was no doubt his boss was right. There was also no need
to tell him he had much more to worry about from the young Mr. Parker he so
admired than he did the "Cox brat" he so disparaged. Kevin had been a mere
bystander in the Pooh Bear blowup. If there was any chain jerking in the
future, despite his collar analogy, Ronon would be the one doing it.

----------

The house was quiet. Darin had the urge to tiptoe as he let himself into
the modest, modernistic bungalow his son and Ronon called home.

"They're in there," David, their fifteen-year-old delectable Italian
houseboy, nodded toward the bedroom.

"Surprise, surprise," Darin remarked softly, smiling, rolling his eyes,
torn between interrupting the boys' evening sexcapade and the generous,
seven-plus inch cock the seductively beautiful teenager sported.

"You want it?" the boy recognized lust when he saw it. He thrust his
slender, naked pelvis to one side in a contrapasto pose straight from
Donatello's seductive bronze David minus the stupid hat and sword. "It's
all yours."

Darin started for the boy then heard his son and Ronon in the next room
beyond the fireplace. "Don't go away," he implored. In the next room he saw
the love he'd testified to before his boss less than an hour before. Ronon
lay on his back in the middle of the bed, holding Kevin on top of him,
their hard young boycocks trapped between them. They kissed in erotic
rapture, completely oblivious to his presence.

"Feels good," Darin heard his son murmur softly to his fourteen-year-old
naked husband.

"Love your cock," Ronon whispered back, neither of them aware that their
private moment of sexual pleasure was being observed.

"Keep doin' that," Kevin sighed.

"I love you," Ronon moaned, his words almost untelligible amongst their
kisses.

"Fuck me."

"Fuckin' you," Ronon softly replied, the two of them simply moving their
naked young boy-bodies in liesurely sexual unison.

"The Duralon is driving me fuckin' CRAZY," Kevin confessed his drug use.

"Your cock's like a ROCK," Ronon heaved and thrust his own hot young rocket
against his lover's slender, hairless loins.

"Nine times today," Kevin confessed his extra-marital orgasmic encounters.

"Six for me," Ronon whispered, long since giving up trying to match Kevin
cum for cum on a daily basis. Kevin's job was to train new recruits,
teaching young boys even younger than he was how to fuck the older boys
swarming the island looking for sweet, hot, juicy boy-cunts to
enjoy. Ronon's job was to manage all those horny young boys so no one got
hurt. The six orgasms that day were just perks of the job.

"Faster, harder," Kevin urged as their lovemaking ceased being liesurely.

"Close?" Ronon breathed.

"Yeah," Kevin gasped as he matched Ronon stroke for stroke and then some.

"Me too."

"Feeling it."

"Me too."

"Love this feeling."

"Ride me," Ronon moaned, "Ohhhhhh god, my cocccckkkkk..."

"Let's cum," Kevin gasped.

"Let's DO it," Ronon suddnely launched his first spurt.

"CUMMMMMMINNNNNNG,"

"AHAAHEHHHEH GOD, YESSSSSSSSSS!"

"SHOOTIN' MY CUMMMMMMMMMM!!" Kevin cried out, ejaculating wildly against
Ronon's slender, naked abdomen.

"HOOAOEHAERHHHGHH...OAOOEREIIGHHAHHGHH...OHHAHHAH
FUCCCCCCKKK...GEAHHEHAOERIIHHGHGHH...HAHAOEIHRHEHHHHGH...AHHAH FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK, FUCK, OOAHEOIOEH GOD, KEVIN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MY COCK, MAKE ME
SHOOT, KEEP MAKIN' ME SHOOT...OOAHHEHHA GOD, FEELING IT...HHAHEHHAHHH
FUCCCCCKKKK...FUCKKKKK...FUCKKKKK, FEELS SOOOO GOOOODDDDD!"

"FEELING IT, FEELING IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, FEELING IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM,
SHOOTIN' MY CUM, SHHAOOGIHEOAHGOD, SOOO HARD, SHOOTIN' IT SOOOOO HARD, SO
FUCKIN' HARRRDDDD...OAHHGEHAOEIRH GOD, THE FEELING, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN'
ME CUM SOOOO HARD, OOAHAHHH FUCK, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT, OOAHHAHH FUCK,
BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHERS PUT TOGETHER, OHHHAHH GOD, RONON, FUCK ME, FUCK
ME, FUCK ME...HARDER, HARDER...HARDDDEEEERRRRRRR!"

"Nice one," Darin said making his presence known for the first time as he
hovered near the head of the bed, his own massive hard cock drooling all
over the nightstand.

"Hi, dad," Kevin moaned softly without looking up as he and Ronon continued
their oral lovemaking.

"Pardon us, we just chowed down on some Duralon at dinner," Ronon
appologized as neither he nor his husband showed any signs of letting up.

"That's...errr...okay...I'll just...excuse me, I'll just go fuck your
houseboy or something till you're done," Darin smiled, excusing himself,
realizing anything he had to say regarding the boys' new jobs would have to
be repeated if he continued.

"They've been goin' like that for almost an hour," David noted as Darin and
his hard, throbbing, man-cock returned to the living room where the boy lay
sprawled seductively on the couch, patiently doing as he'd been told. He'd
not "gone away."

Darin sat down at the end of the couch, lifting the teenager's lovely head,
resting it in his lap, stroking the boy's dark, heavy, Roman curls. "God,
you're beautiful."

"Want sucked," David asked softly.

Darin bent and kissed him. "I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine."

Wordlessly, man and boy slipped to the softly carpeted floor and tasted one
another's cocks. In the next room, Darin could hear his son and Ronon
sharing still more sexual pleasure. He worried that their regular use of
Duralon might not be good for their sexual well-being. Yet he knew that,
given their jobs, their naked, sexual lifestyles, their simple, seductive,
young boy horniness, they likely could not survive without it.

"Ummmahahahhaphhhhhh..." Darin heard the boy with whom he was sharing cocks
moan as the first jolt of electrical sexual pleasure found it's way to his
brain. He did a little moanining himself for the same reason, as well as to
let the boy know his cocksucking talents were being highly appreciated. He
found himself wondering how often the boys saw to their seductive Italian
houseboy's rampant sexual needs. The boy was really working over his cock
like a kid in a donut shop devouring creme-filled longjohns.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, you're good," David lifted his head from Darin's cock just
long enough to say.

"THANKS," Darin managed to reply, the boy's cock still in his mouth,
without losing a stroke. He loved dirty-talk but the venerable old
tradition of sixty-nining made it difficult...all but impossible.

"UAHAAMMHPHHHHH...arREIGHmmmaghann..." David choked, his cock-filled words
possibly meaning about anything from "I'm going to cum" to "Benjamin
Franklin was a dirty old man."

"I'M CUMMMMMINNNNNGGGGG!" Darin heard his son cry out his second...or
eleventh, orgasm, depending on how one kept count.

"AIAIEAHEHHRHHEOAOEIREHHAHEHHAEHRHHHGHHAHAHEIEGHHAHH!!" Ronon was a
screamer when he shot cum, no problem on Ecstasy but a definite
embarrassment anywhere else.

"Gonna have to change the sheets again tonight," David sighed then returned
to Darin's cock with renewed gusto.

"You swallow?" Darin asked as his pleasure grew more intense.

"Stupid question," David answered between strokes.

Polite, but stupid, Darin admitted to himself. David was an Ecstasy
pleasure boy, and undoubtedly one of the best or he wouldn't be servicing
Ronon and Kevin. The boys had their choice of probably two or three hundred
beautiful, naked, young boys much like David there on the island as their
personal sex toy. It wasn't hard to see why they'd chosen David, despite
his sometimes smart-assed personality. The kid was an OUTSTANDING
cocksucker...make that ASTOUNDING...the boy was seemingly sucking cum
straight up from his balls, and in a remarkably short time. He could feel
his orgasm teashing him. He hoped the boy was feeling the same. Ohhhhh
fuck, the kid was good...really...really....really fuckin' GOOOODDDD. He
could feel it...feel his cum, feel it well up at the base of his tortured
hard cock. The boy's head was moving at an incredible, almost blurred,
rate. Darin struggled, but quickly realized his neck wasn't up to such
professional cocksucking. He tried concentrating his efforts on his
talented tongue action but quickly realized that, even there, he was no
match for the teenaged Italian master.

Then, suddenly, he tasted the boy's cum...the first spurt was less than
delicious, the second, third, fourth salty but not bad, an acquired
taste. Spurt five, six, seven...Darin quickly lost count as he started
sprurting himself. "oaHAHEHHMMAH AOOEOHAEHRHHHMMMPHHAHHAHHHH..." he let out
a muffled cry of ecstasy as David devoured both cock and cum. He'd not had
any Durlon that day. Judging by the taste, David had. The boy's spurts
tapered off to oozing. Darin sucked him dry then lifted his head. "Guess I
can skip dinner."

"There's primavera in the fridge," David told him, Darin's cum dripping
from his chin.

"I thought I tasted marinara," Darin licked his lips, his own face as wet
as that of the boy. They came face to face and kissed.

"If you want it, better hurry, sounds like the two young studs are done
rutting," David advised, still locked in Darin's embrace. "Your son eats
everything less than a week old."

"My son eat this too?" Darin asked, fondling the boy's half-hard cock.

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner," David smiled, "whenever Ronon's not handy
to snack on."

"And Ronon?" Darin questioned.

"Ronon's lovely...sexual, sweet...god, I love that boy...everyone does."

"He gets paid an extra twenty bucks a day to say that," Ronon joked as he
and Kevin stood over them peering down. "Nice orgasm, guys."

"If you could have waited a few minutes, WE could have taken care of you,"
Kevin joked as he helped his father to his feet and into his arms, hugging
and kissing him far longer than most fathers and sons embraced.

"You two got your Duralon cocks under control yet?" Darin asked, now
hugging his "son-in-law."

"Well, until just NOW," Ronon joked. "It doesn't take much to lose it
again."

"You didn't come clear over here just to watch us belly-fuck or suck
David's cock," Kevin observed. "Whats Up?"

"Well, aside from all our cocks, guess who dropped into the office this
afternoon," Darin explained.

"Jim Loin, I'll bet," Ronon laughed.

"No fair, you probably sent him over," Darin joked.

"Yeah, sure, like we could send Jim Loin anywhere except maybe into
orgasmic orbit," Kevin laughed.

"Oooooo, god, Kevin, I just ate..." Ronon grimaced at the thought.

"We suggested," Kevin admitted. "We told him about Albert. I think he was
hoping to catch you and your...secretary...lying down on the job?"

"You're an ornery little fucker," Darin gripped the top of his son's head
with one hand and shook it. "Albert and I never mix business and pleasure."

"What about that time..." Kevin began.

"Never mind about that time," Darin quickly tried to shut him down.

"You should have seen the look on your face when that balcony flowerpot
fell on your head during your...moment of passion," Kevin reminded him
hilariously.

"Duralon flashback," Darin claimed, though he'd never actually heard of
such a long-term effect.

"They have'em every NIGHT," David noted, tiredly getting up from the floor.

"Indigestion from your cooking," Kevin dismissed his houseboy's claim.

"So? What's the word?" Ronon cut back to the chase. "We all get fired?"

"Well, no, as a matter of fact, YOU two got PROMOTED," Darin revealed.

"What if we don't WANT promoted?" Kevin reacted, guessing there was far
more to the story than his dad was telling them.

"You're to be the new Dean of Boys," Darin plunged ahead.

"He's takin' MY job?" Ronon reacted in surprise mixed with humor and
dismay. "Good luck, sucker."

"I don't WANT your fuckin' job." Kevin blurted.  "What going on?"

"Cox is moving training and indoctrination off the island," Darin revealed
gently. "They're sending Tinkertoy with them, something about expanding the
department to handle up to fifty boys per week."

"Just to get back at ME?" Kevin cried. "I didn't blow the whistle on the
Pooh Bears."

"I don't think so," Darin told his son honestly. "The demand has simply
become greater than you or the facilities here can handle."

"What about ME?" Ronon asked, "they promoting me to...to...chief cum
wiper-upper?"

"If you like," Darin smiled down at the boy. "No, actually...Loin's exact
words...he said you were mine."

"What's that supposed to mean," Ronon asked warily.

"You're to be my new assistant," Darin told him.

"What about Albert, he get promoted too?" Ronon questioned suspiciously.

"Albert...no...he'll remain where he is," Darin replied, shuddering
inwardly at the thought of losing Albert. "You'll be more of
a...personal...assistant."

"Like a fuckin' GOPHER?" Ronon reacted angrily, "or official Darin Romeo
cocksucker on call 24-7?"

Darin hugged the angry young boy. "I think the word we used
was...grooming."

"Grooming?" Ronon screwed up his sweetly beautiful face
questioningly. "Like I comb your cock hairs and kiss your butt each time
after Albert fucks ya?"

"Ronon!" Darin snapped sharply as he sought to calm the boy's hair trigger
temper. "It's YOU we talked about grooming...for bigger and better. Jim
Loin likes you...maybe the only one at Cox who DOES. If you weren't
fourteen years old, hell, you'd probably have MY job."

"So...exactly...what do I do?" Ronon calmed down somewhat.

"Welll..." Darin hesitated. He, himself, wasn't exactly sure what the
answer to that was. "Whatever the hell I TELL you to do, I guess."