Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2017 01:03:18 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks, Chapter twenty-one This story does directly follows the previous story, "Jason Turns Ten" however it begins some two years later with largely the same group of characters and many new ones added . 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." Like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," "Ecstasy Renewed," and "Jason Turns Ten" (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 with each chapter proceeding in something close to real time. I use extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. In this story, the sexual encounters are primarily gay. 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 from one to four 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. THE COX COCKS CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE "Suite 2301," Andre answered the phone "Andre, good, you're still at the hotel, I was afraid you'd checked out already," Jim London told his pilot. "Listen, It looks like we're going to be pulling an all-nighter here." "What's up?" Andre questioned as he watch out of the corner of his eye as Jamey started kissing and making out with Wyatt over on the bed. "It's a long story," Jim told him. "Just tell Jamey he was right. They took the bait." "They who?" Andre asked. "Just tell him that, he'll know what it means," Jim told him cryptically. "We're hashing out a hornet's nest of legal details while trying to raise...well a lot of cash in a very short time. "Any idea when you'll get back here?" Andre asked. "No," Jim sighed. "Hell no, not the vaguest idea. I'll try to slip away to the couch in my office and catch forty winks, but even that's gonna be hard." "So, I take it we're to stay here?" Andre asked. "I guess you can leave that up to Jamey," Jim told him, "depending upon how soon he wants to get back to the island to fuck his cute little boyfriend," Jim said, lowering his voice. "Just don't check out, I'll have to crash there sometime tomorrow so..." Andre once more glanced over at Jamey and Wyatt. They were still kissing but not just on their lips. "I kind of think we'll be here for a while. Whatever we do, I'll leave a note for you," Andre decided. "Oh...one more thing," Jim added. "One of my vice presidents came here with her son. They're next door to you, 2302. She had to leave him alone and she's been trying to call him for over an hour but there's no answer. I'm wondering if you could go next door and check on him. His name is Wyatt...Wyatt Logan. He's only nine years old so..." "Tell Mrs. Logan not to worry, he's over here with us." Andre told Jim. "Apparently he and Jamey are old friends and...right at the moment they're sprawled out naked on the bed sucking each other's cocks." "Hoooo my goddddd..." Jim gasped in surprise. "Something wrong?" Andre asked anxiously. "Wrong?" JIm laughed. "Wrong...no...I guess not, but forgodsakes keep and eye on them. You know Jamey, once he gets his dick wet there's no telling...what he'll do to that poor kid...just try to avoid bloodshed." "Sure. So far Jamey jacked him off, gave him his first dry cum, now they're...damn...right in the middle of one hell of an orgasm....gotta go, don't wanna miss out on all the fun." "I'll call later," Jim said, unsure if Andre was still on the line. "Who dat?" Jamey asked, Wyatt's three-inch cocklet still in his mouth as Wyatt was getting the knack of sucking a somewhat larger boy-cock. "Ohhhhhh FUCK, I'M CUMMING...AHAHEHH, YEAH, BABE, SUCK ME, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK THAT FUCKER, OH YEAH, YEAH, GOD, EVEN TAKIN' MY CUM...AHHAHHHAH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD!" "Your dad. Wyatt's mother was worried, he wasn't answering the phone." Andre told the two sixty-nining boys. "Oops," Wyatt almost gagged on Jamey's five-inch cock. "I'M FEELIN' IT...FEELS LIKE...GONNA DO IT TO ME AGAIN, AHAHHHAHHEAEHHHAH...AHEHAHEHRHEAEGHHH..AEOAEOIHHGH!!" Wyatt cried out as Jamey gave him his second dry orgasm of the night. "I told her not to worry, we'd take good care of you," Andre told the boy. "Won't we Jamey?" "Ohhhhh, fuck that was nice," Jamey gasped as he and Wyatt rolled apart both their slender pleasure probes still hard and throbbing. "You like suckin' cock?" "I like suckin' YOURS....you taste good," Wyatt licked some of Jamey's cum from his lips. "Looks like we'll be spending the night here," Andre informed the two naked young boys as he sat down next to them on the massive king-size bed. "Your dad...and I guess YOUR mom are going to be spending the night together." "WHAT?" Wyatt reacted in stunned surprise. "Don't worry, kid, they've got a rather full plate," Andre laughed. "I doubt there'll be any....uhhh...." "Fucking?" Wyatt finished Andre's thought. "Well, yeah." Andre smiled at the boy's reaction. "I was going to use an euphemism but...I guess that's as good as any." "What's an euphenism?" Wyatt asked innocently. "It's when you say..."make love" instead of fuck," Jamey explained. "Cool," Wyatt stroked his cock to hardness again. "Anyone wanna...make love?" "Nothing would give me...or you...more pleasure," Andre volunteered as he gripped the naked little boy by the pelvis, holding him up before him in a firmly muscular grip, directing Wyatt's stiff little cocklet toward his mouth, then sucking it in, tasting not just the rigid shaft but his tiny, immature balls as well. "Aaiahhahhhh he's eatin' me alive!" Wyatt cried out in sexual joy as he gripped Andre's head and began instinctively face fucking the man in search of yet another trembling series of aching pelvic spasms of newfound pleasure. "Looks like boy-on-a-stick," Jamey laughed as Andre held his newfound friend nearly weightless, sucking him off in a frenzy of sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh my godddddd...yes, yes, yes,yes, suck me, man, suck my cock, suck me off, keep suckin' me like that, keep makin' it feel good....ahahheaieiioaeoahhehhhhh fuuuuccckk, the feeling, I'm gettin' it again, ahgehhaoeihaoi yeah, yeah, feels good, man, ahgoeiaooiho yeah, suck it, suck it, suckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckit...ahghheaoohhhhhhahhah man, you suck good, ahhehahhehah fuck, you like the taste of naked little boys, aoahhehahehhehh yeah, keep doin' it to me like that, ahghehhh yeah, gettin' me close, man, ahghehhaehhh fuck cloooosssse.... " "Yeah, man, fuck him, fuck his face, make it feel good, ohahhhah yeah, yeah, suck him off, Andre, yeah, yeah, make him cum again, keep suckin' him, ohhhh yeah, yeah!!" Jamey cheered on the two lovermakers. "Just suck the fuck outta him, man, make him squirm, Andre, give him the biggest fuckin' orgasm he ever felt, yeah, yeah, feel it, Wyatt, feel the feeling...deep down inside you...gettin' stronger and stronger..." "I'm close...gonna cum...gonna...AAEAEEREHHHAEHHHGHHHHHHH!!" Wyatt suddenly cried out as he drove his cock as deep as he could into Andre's suctioning oral cavity, then let out another horrendous grunt of stupifying pleasure. "AHEHHAHEHH...AHEHHAHEHRHHHEAREERERERGHHHHHHHHHhhhhh! No sooner had Wyatt's slender little boy-body, all seventy-five pounds of it, hit the bed then Jamey was on his feet, taking aim at Andre's cocksucking oral cavity, then plunging in. "Ahhaaeheahehrhhhhahhhhhh...yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh god, you suck good, ahghehaheh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it to me man, suck me off, make me cum,..aoaoeohahehh fuck yeah, Andre, harder, faster, suck it, suck it deep ahgehahhehahh god, my cock, my cock, feels good, feeels sooooo goood, yeah, yeah, ohhhh yeah, more, more, ahghehhah yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it, suck me off, suck me off,suckmeoffsuckmeoffsuckmeofff,.." Jamey changed again and again as he slowly increased the pace of his pelvic thrusts and was rewarded with the growing, aching, pulsating pleasure of yet another looming orgasm. "You gonna shoot?" Wyatt asked, regaining his strength somewhat as he sat up, watching Jamey's cock plunge again and again deep into Andre's cocksucking mouth and throat. "Give him your cum, shoot it, shoot it, Jamey, I wanna watch you cream him, ohahhah eyah, yeah, fuck, ahhehhaheh god, makin' me hard again!!" "NO," Andre lifted his lips from Jamey's pistoning boy-cock as if reading Wyatt's mind, "I'm NOT gonna suck you off again. Once per night is enough." Then he turned his attention back to Jamey's impressive length of soaring boyhood . "aAIIEIAHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jamey cried out as he felt the renewed pleasure of Andre at his best. "You're gonna do it to me," Jamey gasped, arching his back, thrusting his slender, naked pelvis forward as Andre held him much as he had Wyatt, except that Jamey was standing on the bed, a little too heavy for any prolonged attack on his cock. "Ohhahhah god, Andre, doin' it to me, man, gettin' me close, ahghehhaehh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' NUT, ohahhha fuck, feels good, feels...feeels...HAHHAHEHHAHERGH, AHHEHAEIAOEAIEIAIEHGHHH CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' IT, AHHHEHAHEH FUCK, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM, SOOO HARD, AHGHEOAOEOIHOIHO FUCK...FUCK....FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!" "SHOOT IT, JAMEY, GIVE HIM YOUR CUM, GIVE HIM YOUR COCK, FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM HARDER, HARDER, OHHAHHAHH YEAHHHHH, SOOOOO GOOD...AHEHHAHEHHhhhhhhhh," Wyatt cried out in excitement as he watched from just inches away as Jamey's, thin, naked loins tightened...tightened...tightened impossibly, they exploded again and again, five or six times, launching blast after blast of his eleven-year-old boy-cum straight down Andre's gulping throat. "Whoooooooaaa man, that was intense!" Jamey gasped as he withdrew his oozing cock from Andre's lips, then mischievously rubbed the cum and siliva all over Andre's smiling face. "I take it you liked that? "Whew...what a feeling," Jamey sighed as he fell back onto the bed, breathing hard as he struggled to cope with the continuing aftershocks of pleasure spasms still rattling his slender nakedness. "You sure you've never done anything like this before?" Andre questioned Wyatt as the two, naked, preadolescent boys lay out side by side in total exhaustion. "You and Wyatt never sucked each other when you were neighbors?" "Nope," Wyatt insisted, turning his head, his lips meeting Jamey's in a long, wet, boyish kiss. "You seem like such a natural," Andre suggested. "Your mom is one of Dad's VPs?" Jamey broke free from Wyatt's incessant kisses. "She's his real estate guru," Wyatt told him. "What's a guru?" Jamey had never heard the term before. "It's a youthanism," Wyatt told him "Euphemism," Andre corrected with some interest. "It's a nice word for 'know-it-all'," Wyatt laughed having more or less learned a new word that night. "She checks out properties in various cities, arrange office space, executive suites, even hotel reservations sometimes. She got our suite for half off for paying full rate for this place." "Is she pretty?" Andre asked impishly. "I thought you were queer? Wyatt reacted. "He's bi...or at least that's why he keeps tellin' me," Jamey told his naked friend. "What's buy mean?" Wyatt once more rolled his head to face Jamey as they once again kissed long and hard. "It's a...a...eu-phem-ism," Jamey said the word carefully. "It's short for bisexual. Means he fucks anything walking upright, with or without a cock and balls." "Jamey, you're so...gross. You're gonna have to start watchin' your mouth." Andre restrained a smile of amusement. "Listen to me my man, your dad's a very....very, very important man now. The last thing he needs is you poppin' off some obscene comment at some obscenely inappropriate moment. And that means, like it or not, people...important people...are going to be watching him and YOU like a hawk waiting and watching for some way to bring him down. You understand me?" "Another euphemism...for watch my fuckin' mouth, right?" Jamey retorted. "Close enough, if you leave off the 'fuckin' part," Andre smiled. "Oh, by the way, he said to give you a message." "About what?" jamey's eyes narrowed. "Well...hard to say," Andre scratched his head. "Something about bait...'they took the bait,' I think he said." "WHAT!" Jamey bolted upright on the bed. "He said you'd know what it meant," Andre watched the boy intently. "Hooooo my god, it means we're ri...extremely wealthy," Jamey started to say "rich" but remembered his father's words. "Or at least we WILL be soon," ------------- "I'll see you in the...I was going to say morning but...this afternoon might be more accurate," Jim London told his vice-president of real estate development, Ellen Logan as they both unlocked the doors to their Hyatt penthouse suites. "Morning is right...six a.m." Ellen looked at her watch. "I'll call you," Jim promised as he let himself in. Just as he expected, no one was up and around at that hour. In the bedroom, he wasn't surprised to see Andre in the middle of the king-size bed, with two, naked little pre-teen munchkins cuddled naked and hard next to him. He shook his head smiling just as the bedside phone rang. "This is Ellen, is Wyatt over there?" "Don't worry, he's sound asleep and snoring like a lumber truck," Jim told her softly. "I was about to call you. I hate to wake him up he looks so peaceful." "DON'T," Ellen emphasized. "I'm too tired to cope with a curious nine-year-old. All I want to do is do some snoring myself." "Sweet dreams," JIm laughed softly as he hung up. "That my mom?" Wyatt rolled over onto his back, his hard litttle boy-cock making him the most delectable young sex toy Jim had ever seen. He started to set up. "Go back to sleep, your mom's too tired to watch you," Jim told the exqusitely beautiful little boy in a whisper. "I'll go sleep in the other bedroom. "You guys have...fun...last night?" "Uhhh...yeah," Wyatt looked down at his pre-pubescent nakedness and quickly drew a sheet up to cover himself. "Please...let me just look at you," Jim drew down the sheet to expose the child's slender naked beauty. "You're too beautiful to cover up." "Whoa...you gay too?" Wyatt asked very perceptively. "Are you?" Jim reversed the questioned as he knelt by the bed, his voice little more than a whisper so as not to wake the others. "I think so," Wyatt confessed. "We did...stuff...last night that..." "Shhhhhh....you don't have to tell me about it...at least not now," Jim intoned. "Go back to sleep. Your mom's gonna be out for most of the day." "What time is it?" Wyatt asked, straining to see the bedside clock. "A little after six," Jim told the boy. "Now go back to sleep, we'll...talk...later," Jim smiled as he pulled the sheet back up over the child's nakedness. "Good ni...morning," Wyatt whispered as Jim kissed him on the forehead. Then Wyatt startled Jim by pulling his head back down and kissing him on the lips. --------------------- Jim London found his way to the second bedroom of the suite and stripped, then fell naked on his face, too tired to turn back the bed, too tired to even seek the comfort of a pillow or roll over on his side to his usual sleeping position. First the funeral, then almost twenty-four hours of some of the most grueling social and business activity he'd ever endured. Nonetheless, they were out from under the threat of a legal battle of his father's will. As Jamey had predicted, his Aunt Betsy and Uncle Bob had elected to "take the money and run." And finally, thanks to Ellen Logan, they'd found the ready cash to make it happen, to finance the ten-million-dollar payoff. Elllen had sold property virtually all over the world and managed to transfet just over eleven-millon to his bank account. They would be meeting with his sister and brother-in-law tomorrow. It was the biggest financial transaction he'd ever been involed in. Although now, thanks to his father, Jim London stood on the brink of exceptionally great wealth, he was not, in fact, a rich man. He was, in fact, nearlly "tapped out." He closed his eyes. When next he opened them, Jim felt naked boyflesh and a hard little boy-cock pressing against his hip, gently humping him. He wiped his bleary eyes, focusing them, expecting to see Jamey. Instead, he beheld the sweetly beautiful face of Wyatt Logan. "Can I sleep with you?" Wyatt whispered in his ear. "You can try, but I wouldn't promise you much rest," Jim whispered back. Sometime during his sleep he'd rolled over on his back. His seven-inch mancock was ferociously hard and throbbing. He found himself holding the naked young son of his vice president in his arms. He let his hand flow softly and smoothly down over the boy's slender naked flesh. "What time is it?" "Your clock says 5:42," Wyatt told him. "Good god, twelve hours and I'm still tired," Jim sighed. "And hard. Can I play with your cock?" Wyatt asked innocently. "Stay right there. Don't move," Jim instructed as he sat up, hauling himself toward the bathroom in a desperate and painful need to empty his bladder. He returned to the bed a couple minutes later, not quite so hard, but twice as horny. Wyatt was, quite simply the most beautiful, naked little boy he'd ever seen. He loved his son, but Jamey was older by a couple years and no match for Wyatt's little-boy innocense he found so sexually appealing. "Can I move now?" Wyatt whispered softly as he felt himself being pulled tightly against the side of the man he wanted more than anything in the world to have sex with. "Is it alright if I touch it?" Jim smiled, kissing the little boy on the forehead. "Little guy, you can do anything with it you like. Just don't tell your mom." Jim had been kidding, teasing the little boy. His eyes about popped with Wyatt quickly slipped down beside him and abruptly sucked down on his cock. "Whoa, jeeze, I was just...omigod, little boy, where the fuck you learn to suck cock like that...ohhhhhh fuuuuuuucccckkkkk." "Jamey," Wyatt lifted his lips from the tall, rigid monster he was causing to grow taller and more rigid by the second." "I might have guessed," Jim sighed as he flexed his cock in the kid's mouth. "You learn fast." "Andre gave me a few pointers too," Wyatt smile up at the man whose cock he was sucking. "I really like suckin' guys' cocks." "No shit...ahhahehhahhhhhhhh fuuuucckkkk," Jim gasped as the boy proved his point, rapidly sweeping up and down over quite a surprising length of Jim's pulsating manhood. "You like that? It feel good?" Wyatt smile up at Jim mischievously. "I can make it feel even better." "I rather doubt that," Jim laughed. Then, "Ahhhaooahhh migod, omigod, ahhahehh fuck, fuck, I can't believe...ohh man, do it, kid, suck that fucker, suck that big, hard, fuckin' cock, boy...yeah...yeah...yeah. ohhhh god, you're good, ahhha fuuuccckkk. a real natural." "You gonna cum?" Wyatt paused to inquire. "AahIIAEHHEAHHREGGHHHH!!" Jim suddenly erupted, giving Wyatt his answer, not to mention quite a faceful of thick, hot, pearly man-cum. Wyatt took it in stride, diving down on the ejaculating cock, devouring its spurting contents voraciously. "UNNNANENGNNHHHGHHHH....OHHHHH FUCK, WYATTT...CUMMING, MAKIN' ME CUM, AOHAHHHE MY GOD, AGHHH GOD, KID, YOU'RE GOOD....AHAHEHAEHHRHHHGH, BEST NINE-YEAR-0LD COCKSUCKER I EVER HAD.... AHEHAHEHHHHJHHHHHHHH," Jim exploded for the sixth time, litterally painting little Wyatt's beautiful sweet face with excess cum. "HAHHEHAHEOEIEHHHH, YES, YES, YES, KEEP DOIN' THAT, SON, KEEP DOIN' THAT TO ME, AHHAHH FUCK, GIVIN' ME ONE HELL OF A...AHEOAEHEIOAOIAIHHHH ORGASM...AHEOAHHHhhhhhhhh!!" "He's pretty good, ain't he?" Jamey stood smiling, completely naked, and cock-hard next to the bed as he watched his new friend demonstrate all he'd learned the night before in a wildly, sexsational, cum-coated romp that had gone on intermittantly much of the night. "Damn, look at him, dad. Looks like he fell headfirst into a cum-bucket. You musta needed it baddd," Jamey observed." "You had one hell of an orgasm." Wyatt let Jim's cock slip from his lips and glanced at himself in the headboard mirror. "You really cummed a lot. I think I need a shower," "I think we ALL do," Jim agreed, "Shall we get together and have some more orgasms in the shower?" "You gonna give me an orgasm?" Wyatt asked gleefully as he slipped nakedly from the bed. "Naw, I thought I'd just lick your face," Jim laughed as he grabbed up the little sex fiend in one arm and carried him kicking and squealing into the luxury bathroom followed by Jamey, who rushed to turn on the shower. "Ooooooo....that feels good," Wyatt cried as the powerful spray nearly drowned all three of them. "Now that we're all slippery," Jamey laughed as he finished soaping up himself, his dad, and a very squirming Wyatt. "LET THE SEX BEGIN!!"