Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 14:25:54 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pharm Boys, Prologue

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

PROLOGUE


"When will he come?" Andre Santos asked as he peered toward the horizon,
his eyes peeled for any movement in the air or on the water.

"The chopper's due any time now, Ronon Parker told the boy as he, Kevin
Cox, and the Santos twins stood naked on the Ecstasy Island heliport.

"I have missed him," Alesandro smiled up at Kevin and Ronon, choking a bit
on his words. "Will he look different?"

"Well, he'll be a year older if that means anything?" Kevin hugged both
boys shoulders from behind. "I imagine it's YOU two who will do most of the
'looking different'."

"You're twelve now, boys change a lot from eleven to twelve," Ronon told
them.

"He be seventeen," Andre said, recalling his older brother fondly.

"Seventeen..." Alesandro repeated in awe, tinged with disbelief. He and his
brother were the last of the Pooh Bear Boys on Ecstasy. When the others
left they had too, but when there was no one to meet them in Miami, they'd
been returned to Ronon's keeping, eventually joining the working staff
entertaining the overwhelmingly gay guests on the island of naked sexual
pleasure. Though barely speaking English, they'd been instant
hits. Eleven-year-old little-boy playthings who looked nine or ten but had
Brazilian boy-cocks exceding six inches weren't exactly a dime a dozen,
even on Ecstasy. Moreover, the two of them took to virtually ANYTHING
sexual like fish to an aquarium.

"I think I see helichopper," Andre pointed excitedly.

"Look like bird to me," Alesandro sighed.

"No bird...it Mario!" Andre insisted.

"Looks just like Mario to me," Kevin joked, peering into the distance,
though he'd never met the boy or even seen his picture.

"Will he be naked?" Alesandro asked anxiously.

"Usually not, but sometimes guests who fly in arrive nude," Ronon told the
boy. "I guess it'll depend on how he takes to 'doffing his duds'."

"What 'duffing dods" mean?" Andre looked up to his fourteen-year-old
mentor.

"'Doffing duds'...taking off your clothes...getting naked," Ronon
translated his slang.

"Mario like naked," Alesandro recalled as the aircraft began to distinguish
itself from any bird in the sky.

"Mario have big cock," Andre smiled up at Kevin. "You like Mario's cock."

"Never met a cock yet I didn't like," Kevin joked, "especially BRAZILIAN
cocks."

"You like MY cock?" Alesandro smiled more broadly as the aircraft grew
nearer. "Even when I not cum yet?"

"I especially like...'not cumming' cocks," Kevin once more squeezed the
boy, "never have to worry about what the cum will taste like."

"Chopper big," Andre noted. "In the year he and his brother had been on
Ecstasy, he'd become quite the chopper expert, having first of all arrived
in one, then in seeing them come and go daily.

"Yes, they sent the big motha...must be some VIPs on board," Ronon
observed.

"Mario vip?" Andre asked, pronoucing the letters as a word.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes, I guess you could say that," Kevin
told him. "We expecting any brass?"

"No, but you know Cox, they love surprise visits," Ronon sighed as they
watch the chopper lower itself to one of the five big "Hs" painted on the
huge landing deck.

"Hoooooo shittttt..." Kevin sighed in dispair. "Look who we have to put up
with."

"The fat man himself...buck naked and...looks like he's taken a liking to
your big brother too," Ronon told the twins as they observed Jim Loin, the
CEO of Cox International move toward them, his arm around an equally naked
seventeen-year-old boy.

"MARIO!" both twins rushed forward, crying out in unison as they spotted
their brother. He spotted them as well, the three of them meeting in a
triple bear hug in the middle of the landing deck as Jim Loin, Ronon, and
Kevin watched in amusement. Such scenes were fairly uncommon on Ecstasy.

"Heyyyy...boys, it's been a while," Jim Loin hugged both Ronon and
Kevin. Kevin winced in pain.  He was twelve now but still built rather
small, his slender frame no match for the man's powerful embrace. "Where's
your dad, Kevin?'

"At the office I assume, we didn't know you were..."

"Of course, of course, it's been more than a year...you didn't sell my
house, did you?"

"No, but we've had some offers," Ronon joked. "I've seen to it your boys
kept the place shipshape. They'll be happy and surprised to see you."

"Surprised, I'm sure," Jim Loin laughed heartily, "the happy part...not so
much."

"Quite a tender reunion..." Kevin nodded toward the Santos boys still
hugging and kissing and even caressing one another a short way off.

"Hmmmm...yes, young Mario tells me the boys are the last of the Pooh
Bears," Jim Loin smiled, watching the trio.

"Yeah, we tried to repatriate them but we couldn't find anyone willing to
take them or find their brother for the longest time, so we brought them
back here to join the working boys. Then last month when Mario turned up,
it was easier to get him a passport and bring him here than send the boys
back...and more humane, as well...they literally had nothing in Rio."

"They love one another very much," Ronon noted in watching them.

"Of course having a young boy-stud of a brother didn't hurt," Jim
laughed. "The kid's a first rate cocksucker...three times on the way over."

Kevin smiled. Jim Loin lies through his ass too, he thought.

"He's young, but a little old for a pleasure boy, don't you think?" Jim
Loin observed as the three moved to rejoin them.

"Dad is looking for some way to fit him in," Kevin assured him. "We'll be
assessing his strengths and weaknesses."

"All I can say he is VERY sexual...a definite strength around here," Jim
Loin assured them. "You boys bring the limo?"

"No, we seldom use it," Ronon told him. "Gas costs a fortune hauled out
here and that fucker burns gets five gpm."

"Gpm?"

"Gallons per mile," Ronon joked as they headed down to the lower level
terminal area.

"Looks like you two will have your hands full, I'll grab a cart and drive
myself," Jim Loin told them. "Tell your dad to come over when he gets time,
we have some talking to do."

"You can't fire him," Kevin insisted abruptly.

"You horny little fucker," Jim laughed mussing Kevin's blond head of hair,
"No, I'm not going to fire Cox's biggest stockholder...or his father. You
can breathe easy...not that I would have LIKED to a few months back."

"Stop that...or I'll fire YOU," Kevin ducked away.  He hated when people
messed up his hair.

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"OHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDD," Bunny Bristol gasped as she got out of the limo
and stared up for the first time at the four-story glass, concrete, stone,
and steel contemporary style mansion before her.

"We really gonna live here now?" Bobby gasped in similar stunned dismay.

"This really MY house?" Buddy Bristol reacted.

"Yes, Buddy, this is YOUR house...well, actualy it belongs to the Buddy
Bristol Trust, but...yeah, I guess you could say that," Doug Bristol told
his son. "You like it?"

"How many bathrooms does it got?" Buddy demanded.

"Wait, let me guess, you have to go use the bathroom," Derek, his
stepfather laughed.

"Inside, to the right, through the living room, toward the back behind the
stairs," Doug gave directions as the boy raced off. "Might as well jack off
while you're there too."

"At least he won't get that...stuff...on his clothes," Bunny smiled up at
her father. "Feels good to be completely naked again."

"Like you weren't completely naked most of the time back in Miami," Derek
joked as they moved up the stone sidewalk toward the quarter-flight of
steps leading to the broad entry deck across the entire front of the house.

"It's not the same," Bobby noted. "Here, we can be naked ALL the time."

"One of the chief selling points for Erotic Isle," Doug Bristol expounded,
sounding like the real estate mogul he'd become over the past year. Once
all the natives had been relocated, he's made several million mostly in
selling overpriced parcels of land on Erotic Island and Caddy Cay, the
EcstasyInc golf resort island less than ten miles east. The Land of Ecstasy
also controlled four other islands nearby, the original Ecstasy Island of
course, also Castaway Gay, an all naked jungle camping excursion. There
were also two undeveloped smaller islands he'd never seen. Erotic Isle was
by far the biggest and easily the most lucrative for his company and
EcstasyInc. There were now seven completed villas on the island and three
more under construction. Theirs was the second largest, second only to the
mountaintop villa of a young electronics billionaire. The entire island had
more billionaires than any other square mile on earth, though it was, in
fact seven square miles with five times that many miles of irregular
coastline. Buddy was one of only two owners who were NOT billionaires. The
mansion they were entering for the first time had cost eight million and
taken ten months to build.

"Hooooo geees," Derek laughed as he gaped around at the largely white on
white contemporary opulence.  "Who decorated this fucker, Jim Loin?" It
reminded him of Loin's "crystal palace" on Ecstasy.

"This much white, probably Frosty the Snowman," Bobby joked.

"EcstasyInc's architectural firm insists white is good, it doesn't absorb
the heat like darker tones.

"Hurts the eyes," Bunny complained. "Where's my room?"

"Upstairs, either side, take your pick," her father offered, referring to
either of two broad "floating" stairways, one from the dining module on the
left, the second from the livingroom modle on the right. A broad, glass,
entry corridor connected the two symetrical halves.

"How many bedrooms?" Derek asked as he surveyed the spacious living room
with it's central furniture arrangement (in white, of course).

"Two on each side, four beds inside, two on the balcony in back if you like
the open air." Doug directed as they headed up the broad white
steps. "Derek you gotta see the view from up here, it's unbelievable!"

"How much did Buddy have to pay for this plot?" Derek asked.

"$1.2 million...the largest size lot we sell," Doug told him. "Regular
price is $1.5 million."

"For an empty LOT?" Derek gasped, shaking his head in dispair. "Okay, it's
got one hell of a beach but...god...that's outrageous. What is this Pirate
Cove?"

"Our smallest parcel is $400.000...one quarter acre," Doug added.

"Nice...bedroom on the balcony overlooking the living
room...glass...glass...glass, glass, and more fuckin' GLASS!"

"Brings the outdoors inside, minus the heat and humidity," Doug explained,
"and sometimes the wind and rain and blowing sand and surf."

"Yeahhhh," Derek laugh. "Hope no one around here is a 'stone's throw'
away."

"It's the price you pay for living on the beach," Doug told him. "Come on,
there's another bedroom on the next level which overlooks part of this
one."

"More steps? Place like this should have an ELEVATOR," Derek complained.

"Out back, on the terrace, goes all the way down to the carport on the
lowest level," Doug told him.

Derek's mouth dropped open but he said nothing.

"I thought this would probably be our room," Doug suggested as they reached
the top level.

Derek looked around, noting the spa near the stairs and the broad concrete
and tile deck out back. "Suits me if it does you," he shrugged.

"HEY! WHERE'D EVERYBODY GO?!" They heard Buddy cry from the living room
level below.

"Up here, come see your new room," Doug called down. "I hope he likes it,
I've been thinking of him all through the design and construction...every
step of the way, trying to make it truly Buddy's house."

"HOOOOO coool, three screens!" Buddy cried in seeing the state-of-the-art
computer center overlooking the living room deck.

Derek and Doug went back down one level to Buddy's chosen room to watch the
boy's reaction.

"This fucker have broadband so I can watch porn?" Buddy asked.

"You ARE porn," Derek laughed, "I jack off at least once a day just
watching you."

"Cool, this where I go to school, on the Internet?" Buddy asked, sitting
down at the big, white, swivel chair and booting up the custom-build
computer.

"I hate going to school on the computer," Bobby objected as he came in from
the cross deck connecting his room and Buddy's.

"Well, actually, I've decided we can afford to hire you a tutor," Doug
announced.

"A tutor?  Who?" Bunny cried as she joined the rest of the family, coming
down from her room opposite that of her "fathers'."

"You're lookin' at him," Derek told them.

There was dead silence. "Are tutors allowed to fuck their students?" Bunny
asked after a few moments thought.

"Only during recess," Derek joked, reaching out, teasing one of her
nipples.

"And only after he fucks ME," Doug insisted.

"You'll still be taking a lot of your instruction online, but I'll be here
full time to help," Derek announced. "Seems my services at Ecstasy are not
much in demand anymore."

"You got fired?" Bunny asked gently. It was the first time they'd discussed
Derek's employment situation.

"No...I still get paid, it's just they're not overly fond of me over there
anymore," Derek smiled. "Of course the feeling is mutual. This is as close
to Ecstasy as I care to get."

"You still got your day job writing for the Blade, though? Right?" Bobby
questioned.

"Of course, I just e-mail them my column each week," Derek told him what he
already knew.

"Whew...guess we won't STARVE then," Bobby remarked, wiping his brow.

"Right," Doug smiled down at his son, unsure if the boy was being sarcastic
or serious.

"With your dad being away so much, I'll be free to not just make sure you
hit the books... or disks, as the case may be, but to be your mother and
father too, all rolled into one.

"Will that make me a motherfucker?" Buddy laughed.

"Hmph...just for that, kid, the answer is NO," Derek joked, mussing the
boy's bowl-cut mop of white hair. "You'll have to limit yourself to your
brother and sister."

"I never had my own room before," Buddy said almost sadly. "Can me and
Bobby still sleep together sometimes?"

"Well, you'll have to ask Bobby, I suppose, but I guess you could sleep
together ALL the time if you like, take turns maybe, even number nights in
his room, odd numbers over here," Derek suggested.

"And who's gonna sleep with ME, clear way out here in the middle of fuckin'
nowhere island?" Bunny lamented.

"Okay, I'll fuck you once a day, the rest of the time you're on your own,"
Derek relented. "Talk to the boys, they've got cocks...maybe they'll..."

"When I start shootin' cum, I'll be fuckin' ya a LOT," Bobby promised. "A
LOT!"

"IF you ever start shooting cum," Bunny chided him. "At least your cock's
starting to get some size to it."

"Yeah, my cock is bigger than Buddy's now and he's been shooting...whatever
it is for a YEAR now." Bobby bragged. "Pretty soon I'll be gettin' all
hairy too."

"Yeah, but I'm a MILLIONAIRE!" Buddy proclaimed, well aware that the T-40
may have stunted him sexually. "This is ALLLL mine. I'm a fuckin'
MULT-I-millionaaaiiirrrre!"