Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2016 21:52:07 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Jason Turns Ten, Chapter 26 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 TWENTY-SIX "I wish you boys would let me know where you're going before you go hiking off to...god knows where...after school," Susan requested of her two nubile young sons at dinner as they sat clad in their speedos from their little rendezvous with Liam that afternoon. "What?" Jason reacted as he looked about the table where Trey, Troy, Jan, Reed. and Destry sat eating. "Why," Jet added." What's gonna happen. It's not like some pedophile boogie man is gonna fuckin...sorry...is gonna...rape us....sorry...mollest us or something," "Maybe she's worried about YOU mollesting...there are workers on the island now, you know," Jan reminded the two boys. "I don't know that they're gonna bother you or anything but..." Jan backed off so as not to frighten the boys. "I know a boy who got mollested once," Trey chimed in. "He said he really LIKED it." "Who?" Troy questioned his brother." "Some guy...a friend of mine. They met at a movie theater then the guy took him back to his place and they got naked and...and..." Trey contined far beyond the realm of polite dinner conversation. "I think you better keep the details to yourself," Jan gently suggested. "We are trying to eat, you know?" "Sorry..." Trey retreat. "Did you ask your mom about coming out to the boat for the night?" Trey asked Jason as he changed the subject. "You and your friend are not going to mollest him, are you?" Susan teased in amusement at the sudden turn of the conversation. "Only if they WANT mollested," Trey joked back as his older brother retched, trying desperately to keep down his food. "Is it okay with our granddad?" Susan asked, casting a wary eye at the older of the two boys. "You gonna be okay, Troy?" "Yes mamm, I...I just got a weak stomach." "And running back and forth between here and the boat in that rubber thingie doesn't bother you?" Susan questioned. "Not as long as he doesn't think about sex?" Trey got in a dig at his brother. "You can stay here tonight, if you'd like...if seasickness is a problem," Susan suggested. "MOM, he's too young for you," Jet teased his mother. "Mom likes'em young," "Actually I'm fond of children of ALL ages," Susan defended her words. "Even YOU, though sometimes..." "I'll be okay...the water doesn't bother me. I've leared to cope," Troy demured. "Besides, it's not far." "Granddad is the one who INVITED them," Trey insisted. Jan and Reed looked at each other in silence, then smiled. "I'll pack you two an overnight bag and...what are YOU two smiling about?" Susan picked up on the looks on Jan's and Reed's faces. "Oh...ahhh..nothing...nothing at all, I'll see the boys get out to the boat safely," Jan recovered. "And how are YOU going to get back here from the boat?" Susan asked. "He walks on water," Reed laughed. "I'll swim back...or maybe I'll stay and make sure...they don't mollest each OTHER," Jan eyed the four boys as they ate. "Yeah...right," Susan smiled warily. "You do that." "I'd like to stay and smirk at this bubbly conversation, but I gotta get back upstairs and finish packing," Destry told them. "So if you'll excuse..." The plane is leaving tonight?" Jason reacted in surprise. "Before dark," Destry patted his young nephew on the bare shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you boys...all of you." "You'll find someone else to..." Susan told her younger brother as he got up. "I'm sure I will, just not as..." "Cute as us?" Jet laughed. "Cute...yes...cute as you," Destry laughed. "I was gonna say ornery, but cute'll do." "Don't you mean 'horny'," Jason teased. "Ornery...did I say ornery? I meant..." Destry winked at the boys. "We get the idea, get outta here, before you start something that's gonna embarrass me," Susan shusted her brother off. "I'm finished," Jet suddenly proclaimed as he folded his napkin over what was left of his spaghetti. "Mom, he only ate the meatballs," Jason complained. Spaghetti was not one of his favorite meals either. "I'm on a diet. Gotta stay slim and...sexy," Jet winked seductively at his mother as he thrust forward his hips obscenely. "Jet, you dirty little boy, she's your MOTHER forgodsake," Reed pretended to be shocked, though having fucked the boys' mother a day or two before, he would hardly have been surprised if Jet hadn't done so too. "May we be excused?" Jason asked politely on behalf of his friends. "I need to go take a shit before we take to sea." "JASON!" Susan reacted in disgust. "Sorry...I need to take a dump first," Jason revised his words. "Better...but not by much," Susan smiled. One second Jason could be so sweetly endearing, then the next he could be the most obnoxious asshole of the bunch. "We'll meet you down at the Zodiac." Trey told him. "Aren't you going along with him just to WATCH?" Troy eyed the two. "Get outta here, ALL of you...and good riddance, I'm gonna half a nice, quiet, peaceful evening for once," Susan shooed her all-male "family" off. "I'll stay and help you clean up," Reed volunteered. "Why, thank you, Reed, the only gentleman in the whole house." Susan smiled warmly. "At your service, maam?" Reed bowed. "Any service you'd like...you just name it...anything...whatever..." "I...uhh...get the idea," Susan laughed, winking seductively. "Let's just see if we can't get the dishwasher loaded up first, though." --------------------------------- "Don't go too fast or I'll throw up all over you," Troy warned as Jan expertly guided the inflatable Zodiac out toward the lavish white yacht anchored about a quarter mile off the beach. "I thought you said the...motion of the ocean...didn't bother you," Jan reminded the beautiful young teenager beside him. "Sitting there half-naked next to YOU is what bothers him," Trey noted, knowing his brother and what made him tick, perhaps better than Troy knew himself. "ULP..." Troy fought back the urge to upchuck in hearing his brother's all too accurate appraisal. "Easy, there, champ...over the side if you're gonna..." Jan warned. "He's had the hots for you since day one, he's just too uptight to admit it," Trey pushed his brothers buttons, enjoying watching Troy squirm. "ULLLPhhhhhhaaahhrggghhhhhhhhhh," Troy heaved his dinner over the side...well, most of it anyway. Some of it flew back a splattered his brother bare chest. "Help, I've just been spray-painted," Trey reacted. "I'm moving upwind." He switched seats. "I'd say you got what you deserved," Jan laughed. "Sorry," Troy whimpered softly as the boat slowed in its approach to the stern of the yacht. "Wonder where everyone is?" Trey looked about, expecting there to be someone on deck to help secure the Zodiac. "Probably down below having dinner," Jason suggested. "ULLALREPPARRUGHAHHHHHHHhhh," Troy once more heaved over the side, the thought of food having this time set him off. "Stop that...god, man, you're embarrassing the shit outta everyone," Trey complained as he and Jason managed to tie their bouncy little craft to the massive yacht. "You need help getting on board?" Jan asked Troy anxiously as one by one the other boys scampered onto the boat's aft deck. "Careful, he'll throw up all over ya," Trey warned. "Trey, that's enough," Jan told the young boy firmly, realizing that one of Troy's major stomach problems was, in fact, his younger brother. "I can't help it if he..." "Yes you CAN and you WILL," Jan insisted, "or I'll smack that cute little behind of yours. You got that?" "No one in the dining salon?" Jet reported as he went in search of some evidence of life aboard the Erickson yacht. "No dishes...everything cleared away...or else they haven't eaten yet," Trey observed as he led the way from the main salon the the ornate dining room just beyond. There was no one in the galley either. "They're probably down here in the rec room playin' cards..." Trey's voice trailed off as he made his way down the steps, gradually gaining full view of exactly why no one had been on deck to greet them. "Hoooooooo shiiiiiiitttt," Jason gasped as he followed Trey below, stopping just behind him, surveying the scene. "Tell Troy not to come down here." "Oh my goddddddd..." Jet cried none too softly as his nine-year-old eyes fell upon the two grandfathers, Alex Erickson and Dr. Mathison fucking the cabin boy, Jesse Lee. Dr. Mathison was behind heaving and thrusting madly, obviously near orgasm while, Alex Erickson came at the beautiful, young teenager from the front, both men's hard, throbbing cock deeply impaling their pleasure boy, who was down on his hands and knees between them. "Troy, maybe you better stay up here," Jan guessed from the other boys reaction that they'd stumbled upon a scene sure to further dump the thirteen-year-old's sensitive digestive system. "Whoa...looks like we have company," Dr. Mathison noted as he realized his grandsons and Trey were watching them as they enjoyed Jesse's slender naked boy-body. "We weren't expecting your for...what the hell time is it, anyway," Alex Erickson looked about for a clock on the wall. There was none. "We said we'd be out after dinner," Trey told his grandfather. "It's after dinner. "It's not after OUR dinner," Alex told the boy as the three of them continued their rapid sexual movement despite the interruption. "It's okay, Alex, we're not doing anything the boys haven't seen before...or DONE before," Dr. Mathison noted. "Come on down, maybe you might pick up some poiinters...ohhahhhahh fuck, this kid sure has one hot, tight ass," he smacked Jessie on the butt hard enough to leave a red mark. "Come on, Troy, why don't you show me around the boat, I've never been out here before," Jan told the thirteen-year-old. "Looks like a pretty nice piece of maritime architecture." "Maritime...what's going on?" Troy wanted to know. "Don't ask. Believe me, you don't wanna know." Jan assured him. "Where's your cabin?" "Up front," Troy told him, torn between wanting to show off his spacious suite and wanting to know what all the fuss was about down below. "Come on, he motioned to Jan reluctantly. "This way." Jan followed Troy along a passageway beside the galley to a small lounge with a set of double doors which Troy proudly threw open in a dramatic show of pride. His grandfather had allowed him to redecorate his quarters in a style that could only be termed "early NASCAR." "WOW...COOL!" Jan cried, his surprise and enthusiasm more authentic than he'd anticipated. A large king-size bed dominated the outer bulkhead while the rest of the room was decorated, not with cheap posters, but original paintings of drivers and their cars. Even the satiny comforter on the bed bore the racing logos of several drivers and their sponsors. Troy made a beeline for a small wet bar where he found a can of Pepsi in the refrigerator. He popped it open to wash the taste of vomit from his mouth. "You want a drink?" Troy asked his guest after downing several swigs of the brownish liquid. "I'm afraid all I got is Pepsi...but there's beer upstairs in the fridge by the bar." "I'm good," Jan murmurred as he watched the wonderously beautiful barechested boy drown his troubles with drink. "I'm not," Troy made a nasty face. Even his favorite soft drink didn't taste good...didn't feel right. "They're all fuckin' downstairs, aren't they?" Troy guessed. He might have a weak stomach but he had a strong mind. If he didn't actually KNOW the score, he was a pretty good guesser. Jan shrugged, drawn to the beautiful, half-naked thirteen-year-old. "Maybe we better change the subject," Troy took another swig of Pepsi, then shook his head from side to side vehemently. "This is something I gotta work out." "I wouldn't argue with that," Jan acknowledged as he drew within arms length of the troubled young boy. Troy stepped back. "Why'd you do that?" Jan questioned. "Do what?" "Step back when I came near you," Jan said. "I didn't realize I did," Troy admitted. "You afraid of me?" Jan asked softly. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you." Troy nodded as Jan reached out and gripped both his shoulders. This time Troy didn't retreat. He couldn't. "It's just...you're..." "Gay?" "And I'm not," Troy finished their joint thought. "Yet..." "Yet what...? "I want to...to be with you...touch you...but I can't." Troy tried honestly to explain. "It makes me...sick." he murmurred the final word so softly Jan could barely hear his voice. "Why?" Jan questioned simply. "Cause...it leads to kissing." "Kissing makes you sick?" Jan tried not to laugh. "And...and...no but...yes...and...and kissing leads to being naked and stuff," Troy tried to explain while all the time feeling his stomach churn. "Stuff...what stuff...tell me about stuff," Jan wasn't a psychologist but he often played one in the classroom. Troy desperately needed help. "COCKSUCKING!" Troy suddenly blurted out, choking back what little was left in his stomach. "Do you take anything for it?" Jan asked. "Take anything? Whadya mean....for COCKSUCKING?" Troy reacted in disbelief. "No, I meant for your stomach...anything to calm your stomach?" Troy explained. "You know this is all...much of your problem with gay sex is psychological, but...not ALL of it. They have pills to keep your stomach calm...well...dramamine, for instance." "Psychological...you mean I'm crazy 'cause I ain't gay?" Troy questioned with a degree of spirited outrage. "No one's asking you to be gay. You could be bisexual, though, I suppose," Jan considered as the two sat down on Troy's bed. "What are you? Some kind of shrink or something?" Troy reacted to Jan's bisexual suggestion. "Well, I did take some psych courses in college," Jan noted. "But no, I'm not...'some kind of shrink or something'." "Good, cause..." Troy paused, tears forming in his beautiful eyes, then trickling to his cheeks. "I need help." "Tell me...if I was a girl...a young woman...what would you do?" Jan asked, plaing a psych game he'd once read about. "I'd fuck you blind...I would have already bred you...got you so fuckin pregnant you..." Troy stopped suddenly. "This is stupid." "So you like me?" Jan suggested. Troy was deathly silent for what seemed like several minutes though really hardly more an a few seconds. "No...I...I love you." Jan had the urge to slide away, expecting a sudden onslaught of gushing digestive acid. "I love you too," Jan told the boy. "Don't say that," Troy pleaded. "I'm afraid I'l be..." "Sick?" Jan guessed. "But you're not..you didn't throw up." "Almost, though," Troy claimed. "But you controlled it, right?" Jan pointed out with some degree of exciement as to the apparently progress Troy was making. "I...I guess..." Troy acknowledged, seemingly with some reluctance. "If I could just quit thinking about sex." "But you can't," Jan told him. "You're a very attractive growing boy, going through puberty...lots of things going on inside you, things you don't understand going on all around you. You're SUPPOSED to think about sex...somewhere I read, about ever fifteen minutes...or was it every fifteen seconds?" Troy turned his head looking squarely at Jan. "You gonna try and...KISS me?" "No," Jan told him, "...unless you WANT me to." Troy was silent, struggling mightily with his emotions and his stomach, which seemed to be at war with one another. After a moment he tilted his head slightly, his lips parting almost imperceptably, his eyes closing. Jan took that as a classic "yes." Slowly he leaned toward Troy, careful not to touch him, his own lips parting as they very gently met Troy's. It was barely a touching, much less a kiss. Then Jan pulled back. Troy suddenly opened his eyes. "Why did you do that...pull back?" the same question Jan had asked him a moment ago. "I was afraid you might vomit in my face," Jan smiled. "But I didn't," Troy smiled almost triumphantly. "I...I controled it...like you said." "Do you want me to kiss you again?" Jan asked. Troy nodded, his lips parting, his eyes closing. "No...open your eyes. Say it. Say it. Say kiss me." Jan insisted, pushing the boy. Troy's eyes popped back open. "You're just TRYING to make me upchuck, ain't ya?" He accused. "No, I'm trying to teach you to do what you feel," Jan told the sweetly beautiful teenager. "Now, do you want me to kiss you or not?" Troy nodded again. "Yes." "Say it. Say 'Jan, kiss me'." "Jan, kiss me." Troy repeated, then paused. "Kiss me. Kiss me now. Hold me...help me...please..." Troy added on is own. This time Jan took the half-naked young boy completely into his arms and kissed him, gently at first, then more passionately, more forcefully, longer and harder than Troy had ever been kissed before in his life. When their lips parted, Jan smiled. "You didn't throw up." "No," Troy said softly, his eyes downcast. "What's wrong?" Jan asked softly. "I'm...damn..." "What? Jan repeated. "I'm gettin' a fuckin' HARD on." Troy murmurred in dismay. Jan smiled. He'd not lost his seductive touch, even with a nominally "straight" boy, even one with a weak stomach. "So am I," he told Troy. "I'M NOT GONNA SUCK YOUR COCK," Troy told him forcefully. "I didn't ask you to," Jan smiled. "But...would you mind if I sucked YOURS?" Once more Troy felt his stomach stir, but there was little in the way of nausea. "Yes," he whispered so softly Jan barely heard. Jan kissed him again, with even more fervor than before. "Yes you would mind, or yes, you want me to." "Yes...I want you to suck my cock." Troy whispered. "You sure?" Troy nodded. "I'm sure. Do it to me. I need to...to cum bad." Jan smiled more broadly. Now that the kid has his stomach under control the hormones were in charge. "Lie back. I want you naked." "NAKED," Troy gasped, as he nonetheless did as he was told. He felt his stomach react to the word, but not violently "Something else you gotta get used to," Jan told the boy as he reached for the button just below the slender young boy's sexy navel. "Whether you realize it or not, you are an EXTREMELY beautiful young boy with a beautiful, slender, sexy, naked boy-body." Nimbly, Jan's fingers unbuttoned that boy's shorts, then lowered his zipper. "Damn, kid where the fuck's your UNDERWARE? You always go...commando?" Troy giggled self-consciously as he lifted his hips slightly, allowing Jan to slide down his tan shorts, stripping them from his now-naked boy-body. Jan's eyes fell on the boy's incredible circumsized boy-cock as it stretched out its nearly six inches in length, trembling, pulsating, hovering an inch or so over Troy's slender, flat, hairless groin. "Suck me," Troy urged softly. Jan stripped off his own T-shirt but not his shorts. He didn't want to press his luck with the boy. "Please...do it...do it to me...please...suck my cock...suck me off, man, suck me off...SUCK ME OFFFFF," Troy pleaded as his cock heaved and throbbed.