Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 06:04:04 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Jason Turns Ten, Chapter 16 This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it 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" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." (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. This story picks up ten years after Jackin' Jack Cox with many of the characters from that story reappearing as adults as well as several new juvenile characters. The sexual encounters are primarily gay but in a few instances, bisexual. 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 characters 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: All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. I answer all e-mails. JASON TURNS TEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN "Huh." Pete stopped short as he and his brother made their way across the beach dunes toward another day at school "What?" Skete looked up at his startled brother. "There," Pete pointed. "Where, Skete looked to where Pete was pointing. "There...it's a boat...damn...fuckin' BIG sucker too." Pete stared out at sea. "Looks like a fuckin' YACHT!" Skete noted, becoming somewhat excited. "Come on, let's go see if the Coxs are expecting company," Pete broke into a run, having trouble keeping his flipflops on in the loose sand. Skete was right behind him the whole hundred yards or so to the house. Normally they might have rung the doorbell but in this case they both slipped off their shoes (such as they were) and headed for the kitchen. No breakfast this morning waiting on them. Pete rushed toward the back of the house, toward where Jason and Jet slept. Their beds were empty. Both boys rushed through the sliding glass doors out onto the balcony where they could see the boat better. "Geesh, must be a hundred feet or more. I never seen one that big before," Skete gaped at what they could see now was a magnificent, sleek luxury yacht. Even without binoculars, they could see people moving around on deck. "Where the fuck is everyone," Pete cried as he rushed back in. "Skete, run down and see if they're downstairs in the classroom or in the pool, I'll go upstairs." Upstairs Pete ran into a familiar odor, several seconds before he saw its source. He smelled sex...lots of it...strong and pungent. Yet the spa and Des' bed were both empty. That wasn't, however, the case when he dashed into the master bedroom. "Whoaa..." He gasped out loud. The whole damn family was sprawled out all lover one another, naked as hell, some of them still connected sexually. He wasn't sure whether to wake them or JOIN them. He'd about decided to do the latter and had his t-shirt over his head, though his only other garment had not yet hit the floor, when Susan Cox stirred in her sleep. Then, seeing Pete, sat up in bed, making no effort to cover her bare breasts, nor any other part of her naked body either for, that matter. "Pete...what...?" Susan stared at him in sleepy dismay, still trying to pull together her wits. "You expecting guests?" Pete asked in wide-eyed disbelief at what he was seeing. "I wasn't expecting YOU, if that's what you mean," Susan forced a smile as she stared at at the sexy young teenager, standing there half-naked before her. "No...I mean...guests...guests...there's a boat out there," Pete ponted toward the balcony. "A BOAT?!" Susan cried in surprise as she struggled to untangle herself from the previous night's orgy of naked boyflesh. "Yeah, a big mothafucker too," Pete gaped at his friends' mother. It was the first time he'd ever seen her completely naked and, for a moment, her incredible sexual nudity nearly overwhelmed him, causing him to almost forget the boat outside as he followed her out onto the balcony. "Damn...what the fuck?" Susan was at a loss. "Looks like they're puttin' some kind of boat in the water," Pete noted as he squinted into the morning brightness in the east. "DES!!!" Susan suddenly shouted. "Huh?" Des sat up nakedly in bed, noticing that Jet was still sucking his cock...or had recently done so...or was ABOUT to do so. "DES!" Susan yelled, louder this time, "Get the AK-47." "The...the what?" Des rubbed his eyes, still not fully awake. "The assault rifle, the one with the scope," Susan yelled back. "What? Why? What's goin'...who's that?" Des tried to clear his head and his vision after a night of way too many orgasms. "Looks like they're putting together a landing party...two or three of them, maybe more," Susan shaded her eyes. "Maybe some binoculars might help?" Des suggested in lieu of firearms. "Get'em," Susan ordered. "Right..." Des dashed from the balcony toward a small desk with a drawer from which he drew out close to two pounds of optical enhancement. "Damn, you could see a fuckin' MOON landing with these," He muttered to himself as he hurried back to the balcony, only to have them grabbed out of his hands by his near panicked sister. "GET THE FUCKIN' GUN!" Susan once more ordered her brother, doing her best General Patton imitation. "You want the rocket propelled gernades too?" Des asked sarcastically. This wouldn't be the first time his sister overreacted. "You guys got an RPG?" Skete gasped in wonderment, impressed by the heavy artillery being discussed. "No, but we got some pretty deadly beanbags we could throw at'em if they got close enough. "What's goin' on?" Jason joined the stark raving naked group on the balcony. "Men...in a boat...coming this..." Susan suddenly paused in mid-sentence. "What?" Jet joined the rest, trying to see what all the fuss was about. "Des!" Susan yelled over her shoulder once more. "I found the rifle but I have no idea where the ammo is?" Des returned. "You can put the Kalashnikov away," Susan told him, sounding relieved. "AK-47, the Kalishnykov is locked away in the safe," Des reminded her. "Whatever..." Susan sighed. "It's daddy." "DAD?" Des grabbed the binoculars from her to see for himself. "Damn...he sure knows how to make a grand entrance...and look at that fuckin' YACHT!! Can dad afford a raft like that? He musta hit the fuckin' jackpot!" "Grandpa's comin'?" Jason reacted excitedly, heading toward the elevator down to the beach. "HEY, JASON ANDREW COX, FORGODSAKE, PUT ON SOME FUCKIN' CLOTHES, HE HAS SOMEONE WITH HIM?" Susan cried after her naked ten-year-old boystud as he rushed off. "Maybe...maybe you oughta do the same?" Des suggested, reaching around his sister from the back, fondling her breasts and rubbing his rapidly hardening cock between her ass cheeks as if to make his point. "Right...everybody, get some fuckin' clothes on, dad's gonna think we been havin' some kind of orgy or something," Susan told them all as she rushed back inside, heading for to bed to awaken Reed, who was still lost from his Duranol hangover. "And he'd be right," Des noted for the record as he pulled on his robe obscuring his nakedness. "REED! Wake up, we're having company," Susan shook him violently. "Damn, your cock's still fuckin' hard as a rocket." "Go away, I'm too tired to fuck ya again," Reed stirred in his sleep. "Reed, dammit, get up, get dressed, Daddy's out there in a boat, they'll be here any minute," Susan insisted as she searched for her robe among the disheveled bedclothes. Finding it, she put it on, cinching it tightly around her slender waist, only to notice in a mirror she still looked practically naked, the thing was so thin. "Do I hafta get dressed too?" Jet asked. "Granddad has seen me naked plenty of times," he reasoned. "YES!" Susan told him in no uncertain terms. "He's got a couple guys with him. They HAVEN'T seen you naked plenty of times...YET anyway," she noted, smacking him on the bare butt, sending him down to his room. "And more than just a thong," She yelled after him. "Damn, the kid's got a hardon. That little fuckstick would go naked twenty-four seven..." she swore under her breath as she searched for something a little less transparent for herself. She pulled on a pair of white shorts and a pink top, not bothering with a bra. She was young enough, she really didn't need one. "Who the hell's he bringin' with him," she asked herself aloud, grabbing the binocculars again, waving to her dad from the balcony. It was hard to tell but it looked like an older man and boy. The boy was steering the outboard motor in the back of the Zodiac. Below her, she saw Jason rushing down the the edge of the water, waving at his granddad. At least he'd put on a pair of shorts. She laid aside the binocculars and headed for the elevator hereself. "HEY, THERE BIG GUY, HOW'S IT HANGIN'?" Dr. Mathison greeted his young grandson as the boy helped pull the inflatable craft up onto the beach, then rushed to hug him. "GRANDDAD, we didn't know you was coming?" Jason hugged his grandfather as the other two got out of the boat onto the beach. "Alex, this half-naked little urchin is my grandson, Jason." Dr. Mathison introduced him. "Jason, meet Alex Erickson and this is..." "MY grandson, Troy," Alex finished the introduction. "And who's this cute little guy?" He asked as Jet came running up, clad in his most revealing Speedo. It wasn't a thong, but it was pretty close." "I'm Jet...short for Jetson...like the cartoon family on TV," Jet introduced himself, his attention on the man's grandson, who appeared to be about twelve or thirteen and easily the most beautiful boy Jet had ever seen. With his generous mop of brown hair, he was so pretty he looked more like a girl than a boy "Hi," Troy responded, reaching out to shake Jet's hand. "My other grandson, Trey, is still out there on the boat. He'll be over later, soon as Troy takes the Zodiak back for him," Alex told them. "And up there keeping the sand out of their sandals is my daughter, Susan and my son, Des...short for Destry," Dr. Mathinson nodded toward the house where his two grown children were waiting. "Boy you sure got a big boat?" Jason gaped in awe at the sleek yacht anchored a couple hundred yards off shore. "Can we go on board and take a tour?" "Yes, I'd like that very much...in fact, you're all invited out to the Dolphin for dinner tonight. I brought some lobsters," Alex invited. "You like lobster, boys?" "Not really," Jason made a politely disgusted face. "YUCK?" Jet made his feelings known a big more fervently. "How can anyone EAT anything that UGLY?" Both Alex and Dr. Mathinson laughed. "Come on, I want you to meet the slightly older generation," he urged as they started up from the beach toward the house. "How old are you?" Jason asked Troy as the two boys made their way up the beach a few paces behind the others. "Thirteen, how old are you?" Troy replied. Like Jason, he was clad only in shorts and sandals, his slender boy-body just starting to show the first signs of puberty, sporting just the hint of a six-pack and lightly defined pecs. His arms and legs were still quite skinny. "Eleven," Jason lied, not wanting to be treated like a little kid by the startlingly cute teenager. "Eleven?" Troy questioned. "You don't look eleven?" "You don't look thirteen, either," Jason told the older boy not to be outdone, "...eleven or twelve maybe." "I just turned thirteen last week," Troy admitted. "I just turned elveven," Jason allowed. He didn't mention the fact that he'd aged a year in the past five minutes. "You guys got a really cool place," Troy noted, looking about. "You have the whole island to yourselves?" "Except for the caretaker and his boys, Pete and Skete," Jason told him. "That's Pete up there with no shirt on, and his brother's the one with the Greatful Dead t-shirt," Jason pointed out his friends. We all go to school together...Jan's our tutor...don't see him...he's probably still in bed." "You have a private tutor?" Troy reacted in surprise. "Who's the other boy up there...the really cute one," Troy asked. "That's Reed. He's fourteen. That's Jan's younger brother," Jason explained. "He goes to school with us too." "He looks pretty hot," Troy told him. "He is," Jason agreed. "You gay?" "What makes you think that?" Troy asked as they approached the others where his granddad was still making introductions. "When you start talking about other boys bein' hot, it kinda..." Jason suggested. "You gay?" Troy asked in return. "Yeah, I guess," Jason admitted. "You done much stuff with other boys?" "No...never done anything gay, just...just kind of FEEL gay, I guess," Troy freely admitted. "Cute boys turn me on." "Do I turn you on?" Jason had to ask. Troy shrugged. "Yeah...I guess...you're..." "Heyyyyy, where you two been?" Dr. Mathison noted their absence. "Susan, Des, this is my older grandson, Troy. His little brother, Trey, is still out on the boat," Alex Erickson introduced the exquisitely beautiful teenager. "And this, I believe is his new friend...Jason, is it?" he needlessly introduced the slender ten-year-old to his mother and uncle. "Glad to meet, you, Troy, Jason..." you two are looking really...handsome, today," Des complimented both boys, choosing his words carefully. "Troy, you'd better take the boat back, wake up your brother, we'll be having breakfast here," Alex abruptly invited himself for the meal. "You will? Oohhhh...yes, of course...you will," Susan recovered her composure as her dad gave her a dirty look. "Come on in...we all ljust got up, Pete and Skete saw your boat...woke us up...you'll have to excuse the way we look, I haven't had time to put my face on yet." "You look fine...very attractive," Alex complimented her. "Doc, you have very beautiful children...and grandsons too, I might add." "Mom, can I go back with Troy...out to their boat. I wanna see that big fuck...sucker up close," Jason pleaded. "Yeah, me too," Jet insisted. Susan took a deep breath the looked to her dad. "What do you think?" "Sure, you boys all get into some lifejackets first though," Dr. Mathison insisted. "They're in the boat, come on," Troy urged as the three boys ran back down to the water's edge. "Troy, that means you, too," Alex called to his beautiful young grandson. "Well, those three seem to have hit it off," Dr. Mathinson noted proudly. "Susan, Des, Alex here owns a construction company and he's rich as fuckin' hell," Doc began. Alex smiled, the laughed, "And leveraged to the hilt," Alex noted, "especially now that Doc has sold me on this deal." "Deal? What deal?" Des questioned. "Dad, you never told us about any kind of construction project." "Well, it was kind of up in the air until this week," Doc noted. "We got back the architect's drawings. I showed them to Alex here, and talked him into kicking in a couple million, and...well, his construction barge and work crew should be here later on, sometime before dark if they got a sense at all." "Construction barge? Work crew?" Susan Cox repeated her father's words. "Dad, what's going on?" "Your father has talked us into putting up a resort hotel on the other side of the island," Alex put in. "Resort Hotel? Here?" Des reacted in disbelief. "Nothing too big...nothing fancy," Doc lowered expectations. "Actually we're billing it as a boys' accademy, a boarding school for boys twelve or thereabouts up to sixteen." "You're kidding?" Des stared at his father incredulously. "Cox is putting up six mill...I don't joke about that kind of money," Doc told his son. "Actually, the school, the resort, all that's just a front." "A front?" Again des found it all hard to believe. "Its really a research and manufacturing facility...our first...for making Duranol." Doc revealed. "You've synthesized...the...the main ingredient?" Des eyed Reed and the two Davis boys, who were, by now, all ears. "Afraid not...though the R & D people keep promising a breakthrough any day now," Doc added as they left the elevator on the main floor. That's the whole point in the boys' school, a large scale, ready supply of...the main ingredient," Doc adopted his son's euphemism for immature boy-cum. "The resort will accomodate up to one hundred boys and keep them healthy, happy, and...err...productive," Alex went on, adding to Doc's discourse. The hotel and resort are actually just window dressing for the sake of parents making sure their precious young boys will be well taken care of at our...'boys' academy'." "A hundred?" Susan remarked critically as she started fixing pancakes for her self-invited guests. "Why so many?" "Ultimately, yes," her father hugged her, then kissed her forehead as she hustled about the kitchen. "We'll only need...oh, somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty or so to start production...in the basement of the resort. The hotel will also house production workers...a dozen or so, potential investors, and our entire research staff. We hope to start marketing...our product...sometime late this year after we build up a modest inventory." "Under the counter, of course, at a...truly obscene price...orgasms for the rich and famous, so to speak, Alex added, laughing. "Orgasms?" Pete blurted, repeating Alex's words. "How do you SELL orgasms?" "Please...Pete...don't interrupt," Doc told the boy kindly. "And don't repeat a WORD of what you've heard...to anybody...and that means your FATHER...hell, ESPECIALLY your father. So far as he will know, this is merely a school for boys." "We gonna go there?" Skete asked excitedly. "I wouldn't be surprised, Jan is going to be...he doesn't know it yet...the new superintendent of curriculum and instruction," Doc informed them. "And Des, there's an important role for YOU in all this too. "Me...I'm gonna still be in college," Des reacted. "You're going to be he school's director of recruitment and admissions," Dock informed his son. "You'll be constantly on the look out for...talented young boys, talking to their parents, puttng the minds at rest, seeing that the boys all get here in one or two pieces and finally, dealing with any problems that arise." "Sounds like a glorified PIMP," Des sneered. "How does an unlimited supply of Duranol sound?" Doc suggested. "And that's just ONE of your secret weapons in...recruiting all the beautiful young boys we need."