Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 04:46:30 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 24 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-FOUR When Jamey reached the third floor of his dorm there was lots of sex going on. Every huge, round bed was filled with anywhere from two to six naked teen and preteen boys fucking, sucking, jacking and jerking, but there was no sign of Jet, Jason, or any of the other boys he knew. "Any you guys seen Jet Cox or Jason?" "Try the pool, lower level, they're probably zonked after the orgy down there tonight," Trace Zane suggested as he enjoyed a rousing cocksucking from Pierce Hancock, his boyfriend for the week. "Thanks, guys," Jamey told them as Perry caught up with him only to find himself in a dead run to the elevator going down to the lowest level of the basement. Jamey was dismayed to find the place almost dead quiet except for a couple naked boys all wrapped up in each other's arms and legs, snoring up a small hurricane. At the far end of the row of about six beds Jamey spoted some movement and raced off to check it out. "Damn, I'm gonna be so bushed, I won't be able to get hard, much less shoot my cum again," Perry panted. "JET!" Jamey cried as he recognized his favorite Cox Isle fuck-buddy. With him was Freddie Davis. Apparently they were between fucks, or so worn to a frazzle following a night of unremitting sexual pleasure they neither one could perform. He bounded across the broad expanse of the bed and fell into Jet's waiting arms, as Jet squealed something incomprehensible when their hard, throbbing, young boy-cocks meshed between their heaving, humping, thumping naked loins. "Jamey, damn, this is a surprise, I wasn't expecting you for another day or two," Jet cried excitedly as the two boys fell into a well-rehearsed sexual rythmn. "Hi, my name is..." Perry began. "Yes, Perry, right," Freddy greeted Jamey's tag-along friend as the two boys locked onto one another's naked bodies. "Ya wanna fuck?" "I hear you guys started the orgy without me," Jamey complained as their pounding groins thrust their hard young boycocks together at an astounding rate. "Let's cum, I've got a ton of cum to unload." "Do it, babe, put it in me, fuck me Freddie," Perry pleaded as he lay on his back, his long, slender legs spread wide while he hoisted his hips off the bed, allowing Freddie easy access. "Fuck me, Freddie, I want you in me, I want your cock in me. I wanna feel that hard, pounding fucker makin' my horny ass feel good!! "Hang in there, one hot and horny orgasm, coming right up," Freddie promised as he eased his well-lubricated cock into Perry's spit-slickened ass. "Do that to me too," Jamey pleaded as he watched Freddie and Perry lock loins beside them on the bed. "How many times tonight?"' "Uhhh....ohhhhhh fuck, I can't....five, six, yeah, you're number seven," Jet recalled with some difficulty. "Ohhhaahhehhh, damn, you must have added an inch or two." They'd been apart only a few days but even at that, Jet could tell that Jamey had not exactly been celibate. "That hot lookin' pilot guy, Andrew, get in your pants?" Perry asked as he and Freddie settled into a fairly rapid rhythm. 'Yeah, but you shoulda seen the little boy down the hall at the Hyatt," Jamey began recounting as he and Jet began to matching the other two boys thrust for thrust. "How old was he?" Jet asked between voracious kisses. "Nine...kid I used to know, lived across the street from us years ago," Jamey continued. "Ohhhhh damn, that feels good, ahhhh fuck yes, yes, yes," as he felt Jet's cock take command of his straining pleasure passage. "He started out a virgin the other night and by the time dad came back to life after a 20-hour workday, he was fucking me and dad and Andre too." "You're makin' this shit up," Freddie told him in disbelief. "Ohhhhah yeah, yeah, harder, man, harder, fuck me harder, harder, faster, ohhhh god, you're makin my prostate raw....ooahhhahhhh fuccckkkkkkkk." "Youngest piece of ass I ever had," Jamey claimed proudly. "He'd never even had an orgasm before I jacked him off the other night. The little fuck about went ape-shit. Taught him everything he knows." "Did you fuck him?" Perry asked as he fucked Freddie now. "Hell know, damn, he was only nine, three inches or so hard," Jamey reacted in horror. "Cutest little fucker you ever...ahiaieiiaehhhahhhghghhhhhh god,, yes, yes, yes, yes, Jet, do it to me, do it to me, fuck the shit outta me, man, I need it bad. I need to shooot my cummm....ahhhahhhah fuck...again and again and... "You gonna bring him around so we can get to...'know'...him some?" Freddie asked anxiously. "Nope, I asked dad but....ahhahehhrhehhhhehhhghhhhh god, you're gettin me close. Dad said he had no bussiness being here. Besides, his mom is a big-time honcho with dad's company. He rememberred not to mention the company name." I'm...I'm gonna cum!!" Freddie suddenly cried out as he abruptly heaved his thin, slender hips high off the bed, his orgasm taking hold of him and shaking him like a Cabbage Patch Doll. "No, wait or me I wanna cum with you!" Perry cried out as he threw his hips into high gear, unleashing a horrendous series of thrusts with his cock that sent Freddie into an orgasmic rage of screaming pleasure. "I'M THERE!! i'M CUMMING. oHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING BIG TIME, SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN MY CUM, OHHH FUCK FEELS GOOD, FEEELS GOOOD, AHHAHHAHHH GOOD, OHHHHH GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSSS..." Freddie flew into of frenzy of counterthrusts to Perry's pounding hard cock. "OHHHHAHH FUCK, DAMN. YOU'RE GOOD, GOOOD, OHHHH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, CUMMING WITH YOU LIKE THIS, FEELIN' YOUR COCK IN ME, SHOOOTIN' YOUR CUM...CUMMMM...AHHAHHEHHAHHH FUCK FEELS SOO GOOD i CAN HARDLY STAND IT, MAN, OHHHHH YEAH, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, HARDER, FASTER, DEEPER, OHHHH FUCK, WHAT YOU'RE DOIN' TO MY PROSTATE, OHHHHHHHAHHHHHH GOD,....AHHAHEIEIIAIEHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Freddie cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. "WITH YA, BRO, OOHHHHHH YES, OHHHHHH FUCK YEAH, FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU SOOOO HARD, AHHAHHH GOD, YOU GOT ONE FINE HOT ASS, MAN, OHHHH YEAH, FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOD, AHHAHHIEIAIEIIOAEHHHHH SOOO FUCKIN' GOOOD!" Perry cried out in his second orgasmic convusion of the night. "AHHAHEOAEIHHH FUCK, MY COCK, MY COCK, FEELS LIKE...LIKE...AHHAHHEH DAMN, YOU'RE SO HOT, YOUR ASS, AHOAOOAHH GOD, i COULD FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU ALL NIGHT LONG LIKE THE, OHHHAHHHHHH YEAH, YEAH, FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!!!!!!!" "DO IT TO ME JET, DO IT TO ME, ORGASM ME, ORGASM ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM, AHEIIAIEIAOEOHH FUCK MAKIN' ME SHOOT, OHHHH GOD, YEAH, YEAH, OHAHHAHHHH FUCK, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM, CUM, CUM, CUMMMMMMMMM!!" Jamie cried out again and again as he naked little boy-body convulsed almost painfully in orgasm after spurting hard orgasm, one spasm of incredib le sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuck, ohHHHHHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,FUCK,FUCK,FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, AHAHHHHHA GOD, FUCK ME HARD, HARD, AHHEOAEHHAHEHHRHHHH FUCK SOOOO HAAARRDDDDD!" "Fuckin' you buddy, fuckin' you sooo fuckin' hard, ahahhhh god, my cock feels like it's, oahhahhh fuck, I'm gonnd cum again, man, I'm gonna...ohhhhh god, keep fuckin' me, keep fuckin' me, oahhhhehhhhah YESSS, JAMIE, YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE, HARDER, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER, REALLY RAM THAT FUCKIN' BIG, HARD, COCK INTO YOU, STRAIGHT UP MY.....AHHAIEIIAIERHHEHHHRHHEHH...ASSS. AHEHHHHAH YEAH, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT TO ME, REALLY FUCK ME...FUCK MY COCK, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, AHGHEHHAHHH, FUCK JAMIE, I LOVE YOUR COCK, LOVE THE WAY IT FEELS, KAHGEOIOAEHHHHHHHHLK GOD, FEELS GOOD, MAKIN' IT FEEL GOOD, SOOO GOOOD, SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD ALL OVER...DEEP DOWN, DEEP DOWN INSIDE ME, AHGEOAOOEHHHH FUCKKKKKKK!!!" Jet screamed out his achiing, naked, sexual pleasure, not caring if he woke everyone on the island. The boy he loved most was back and they were having one hell of an orgasm together and that's all that mattered. ---------------------- "Ace Lansing?" "Here." "Ethan Stork," Graham Laver continued calling the roll in his first period English class. "Hard and throbbing," Ethan cracked. "As usual," Graham laughed. "Andy Cole?" "Present." "Tommy Cole," "Ready, naked, and ready," Tommy teased the class as he stroked his cock a few times. "Uh...right," Graham couldn't help smiling, "Jet Cox?" There was a titter of laughter throughout the class. "Jet Cox," Graham Laver repeated. "Let me guess, Jamie London?" Once more there was no reply. "Trace Zane?" "Here," a tiny voice in the back replied. "Pierce Hancock?" the instructor continued. "Jamie got back late last night they're probably..." Pierce volunteered. "Bobby Layton," Graham cut him off. "Can we get this over with, I need to cum bad." Bobby complained. "Eric Hoffstedder?" Graham called out as he neared the end of his list. "Right after class," Eric offered his friend who sat just in front of him. "Get it hard." "Boys...that's enough," Graham told them sternly...uhhhh, Clayton Boyer?" "Yes, sir," Clay replied. "Clint Carlton?" "Just a minute, let me check, Yeah, guess I'm here," Clint peered down over his slender, lightly muscled nakedness. "And....Rex Peterson..." Graham finished. "You want me to go find Jet and Jamie, I think I know where..." Rex volunteered. "No, but you can run this list up to Mr. Cox, or Destry, let them go pry the two little fuckstick apart," Graham urged. "They probably just slept in late after shootin' their cum all night long," Rex suggested as he took the list, his hard, five-inch boy-cock bobbing up and down as he left the room. "Mr. Graham, can we all take a break and jack off, I got such a boner..." Bobby Layton complained. "Tell ya what, Bobby, you ace the quiz on semicolons and I'll personally jack you off, how's that?" Graham teased the boy, knowing full well the kid hadn't studied even once since he came to class. "Deal?" "Deal," Bobby sighed unhappily, well aware himself he'd probably not even get a passing grade, much less a perfect score. -------------------------- "I love you," Jamie whispered softly as he and Jet held one another naked in their arms, "Me too," Jet whispered back. "You love yourself?" Jamie teased gently. "Of course, doesn't everybody?" Jet reasoned. "Doesn't everybody love themselves or doesn't everybody love YOU?" Jamie smiled as he kissed Jet's lips softly. "Both," Jet kissed the boy he loved even more than himself. "I missed you soooo..." he whispered. "You're getting hard," Jamie noticed. "You are too. Didn't you cum enough last night...six or seven times I'd guess,"' Jet let his delicate touch play down over Jamie's slender nakedness. "Eight, but who's counting," Jamie kissed Jet's beautiful sweet face all over. "Wanna make it nine?" Jet suggested as his slender fingers found Jamie's rapidly hardening cock and began to carress it. "Do it to me," Jamie whispered back as he lost himself in the love and sexual pleasure he felt for his boyfriend. "Make me cum again." "CAN you cum again after last night?" Jet teased as he began to masturbate the boy he loved. "Stupid question," Jamie laughed softly. "What do you think?" "Feeling anything yet? "Love," Jamie whispered through yet another extended kiss. Jet increased the pace. "How about now?" "Make it last," Jamie pleaded. "I wanna cum for at least fifteen minutes." "You do and I'll call Guinness," Jet joked. "You'll be famous. Won't your old man be proud?" "He'd be mortified," Jamie laughed. "Meet my sex maniac son, the holder of the world record for the longest orgasm." "Wonder who has that record now...Superman?" "I wish I were Superman, Jamie whispered as deep in his thin, trembling loins he began to feel the first effects of what Jet was doing to his cock. "We could 'fly united'." "You think Superman can fuck and fly at the same time?" Jet's mind waundered into sexual fantasyland. "I bet him and Lois Lane founded the Mile-high c lub....ouuuuhhhh that's startin' to feel good." "Gettin' close?" "Not close enough," Jamie sighed as he felt Jet began jacking him faster, "Harder...faster..." "I love your cock." Jet briefly sucked down on it before continuing to stroke his eleven-year-old lover. "Yeah, me too," Jamie cracked, repeating Jet's earlier declaration. "Makin' it feel good?" 1933 "Better and better and better and....ahhhhahaehhrhehhhhhfuck...fuck...fuck, better and better," Jamie's aching sexual pleasure mounted. "Tell me when you're gonna cum." "I won't have to...you'll know," Jamie insisted. "Do it, babe, do it, shoot your cum for me...now, now, right fuckin' now. "Feelin' it," Jamie gasped. "Feelin' it? Gonna do it?" Jet's voice tightened as he exerted himself. "Unghhhhh yeah," Jamie gasp. "Oh yeah...oh yeah....oh....YEAAHHHHHHH....YEAHHHHHHH...OHHHHHH GOD, JET, JACK ME, MAN JACK MY COCK, HARDER, FASTER, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVEN FUCKIN' SLOW DOWN...OAGHEHHAHEHH GOD, SPURT AFTER SPURT, FEELS GOOD...AHHAHEHAEIIRIHGHEHHHH...FEELS SOOOOOO.....GOOODDDD...AHHGHEHHAHEHH FUCK, THAT LAST ONE 'BOUT KILLED ME...AHGEOAEIHOIHR FUCK WHAT AN ORGASM...UUUUOIIIIEIGHEHHHAHHHHHHHH..." "You okay,,,you gonna live? Want me to stop?" Jet worried that he was causing a sexual breakdown as he watched his friends heave and thrust, squirming, trembling, and pulsating in the throes of one of the strongest orgasms he ever seen. "SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' MY CUM, OAHHEHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, JET, HARDER, DRIVIN' ME OVER THE TOP AGAIN AND AGAIN AND....HEIAIEIIIRIHAHHEHHEHRHHHIIIIGHHHHHH...NO, NO, NO, DON'T STOP, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, AHGEOIHAOIHIH GOD, MY COCK, MY COCK, MAKIN' MY FUCKIN' COCK FEEL GOOD, DEEP DOWN...DEEP DOWN INSIDE ME...AHEAOOOAOEHEHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKK...!!!" "You two horn-dogs about done?" It was Jan peering down upon them, watching Jamie enjoy his desperately powerful and deeply pleasurable orgasm. "You two have any idea what time it is? You're both a good half-hour...or more...late for English. Mr. Laver sent me a note it was all he could do to keep the boys from forming a search party." "Hoooo fuuuuucccckkkkkkk..." Jamie gasped looking at his bare wrist for a watch. He wasn't wearing one. "Uhhh....yeah, I guess you could say that," Jan stared daggers down at the two naked boys. "You two little fuckers get yourselves cleaned up then report to what's left of your English class." "Mr. Laver mad?" Jet worried. "Pissed as hell," Jan exaggerated. "Probably make you both write papers in great detail as to why you were late for class...then read them aloud. Serve you right." "Cool, I love to brag." Jet joked as he nonetheless headed for the nearby showers used by the boys to wash the sex off their naked bodies. "Scrub yoself with the strong lye soap or I'll come in there and scrub you mah seff?" Jan yelled after both boys, in the words of Mammy from Gone With the Wind. "Both of you, crawlin' clothes and dysintary." "I never seen him so mad," Jamie scrubbed Jet's back for him. "It's all show, he ain't mad," Jet laughed. "Just actin' out. You know when he starts quotin' Gone with the Wind he ain't really mad. "Now Mr. Laver...you wanna see mad, just wait 'till we get back to class..." "He really get pissed?" Jamie worried. " Well, let's just say it's a good thing the desks are all nailed down," Jet told Jamie as they quickly dried one another off, once more giving each other a hardon. -------------------------- "if no one has any more pissin' and moanin' to do, I'd suggest we cut this one short and get back to work," Jim London said as his staff meeting drew to a close. "Ohh...Ellen, I almost forgot, what's the status on that little deal in Miami Beach we've been looking at?" "What little deal?" Alan Hazelton, Jim's new CEO asked. "How come I have to ask, what little deal?" "Sorry, Alan, I should have said something but with all the transitioning..." Jim appologized for not confiding in his good friend and trusted advisor. "Bullshit...excuse me Ellen..." Alan retorted with all due respect. "Let me explain," Ellen Logan broke in as she stood and stared out at the Atlanta skyline from the 20th floor boardroom. "Ohhhh...by all means, please do," Jim laughed, relieved she'd taken the pressure off. "Jim's right we've all had a pretty full plates...yourself included," Ellen faced Alan Hazleton directly. "I think, though, the real reason we didn't open this up for discussion is that it was...well, still is, all quite tentative." "No need to make waves till we're ready to swim," Jim added in support. "Well, ARE we ready to swim now?" Alan shook his head in dismay. "Let's just say we're donning our Speedo's," Ellen suggested. "That brings to mind a pretty picture," Jake Harvester, a lower level vice-president laughed. "That's okay, Jake, we all have our shortcomings," Jim teased. "Gentlemen, could we all return from the locker room?" Ellen pleaded, then paused for the group of men to cool down. "Thank you. Now, we've been watching a certain tech service enterprise in Miami Beach the past week or so. We all know that sooner or later...probably sooner rather than later and even more probably MUCH sooner than we'd like, we're going to have to fully automate to survive. Baxter-Weaver already has and Parmiter is looking at the same property we are." "They are?" Jim looked up in alarm. "Yes, though I don't think we have anything to worry about on that front," Ellen continued. "I have it on good authority they can't afford something like this." "Could we get on with just what...'something like this' might be?" Alan prodded. "Well, it seems our hot little techies...forgive me if I don't mention the name, this is too...touchy to risk a leak...but....it would seem they've gotten themselve in a little bind. A few months ago they bought into a Miami Beach high-rise for their new corporate office...what they thought was a bargain, only to be offered a few days...weeks, maybe...and even better deal for a different property nearby. So they snapped it up, hoping to sell off their initial investment." "And they couldn't?" Alan guessed. "Uhhhh right....you in on this or just make a lucky guess." Ellen looked back and forth between her two superiors. "Ellen, you're not the only one in the firm that keeps an eye on real estate," Alan smiled. "Go on." "Well, to make a long story just slightly shorter, they got in over their heads," Ellen cut to the chase. "They're looking for a savior..." "In Speedos who knows how to swim," Murray Rexmore, the firm's CFO guessed. "Uhhh...yes, I guess that's one way of putting it," Ellen replied, slightly flustered. "I can't mention any numbers, but trust me, we stand to save a bundle buying into a tech saavy organization rather than trying to learn the ropes ourselves from scratch," Jim explained in the broadest of terms. "And the two white elephants?" Alan asked. "What the hell do we want with two skyscrapers in Miami Beach?" "Which has the better real estate market here or there?" Jim asked. "Atlanta, of course....Miami Beach sucks at the...what the hell are you getting at." Alan raised an eyebrown skeptically. "Murray, can WE afford this?" Jim asked. "Not knowing any figures, it's hard to say, but my intuition tells me..." Murray answered. "The answer is NO...no more than Parmite can, in fact." Alan Hazelton broke in. "And if we COULD?" jim's voice hardened a bit. "Well...HOW?" Murray asked. "What's this tower worth on the open market here?" Jim prodded. "$18.3-million," Ellen answered, now that they were back in her territory. "They're talking merger at the moment for barely half that," Jim revealed. "Merger...slow down, you're losing me here?" Alan held up his hand. Jim and Ellen exchanged glances. "Alan, I'm sure it'll come as no surprise to you that we've outgrown this place. Right" Jim leveled with him. "If not now, then soon," Alan admitted. "Whoaaaa....where you goin' with this?" "Okay...I hadn't planned on letting this cougar outta the bag yet but..." Jim paused as much to collect his thoughts as for dramatic effect. "I'm thinking about moving our main office to Miami Beach...into one of the...white elephants, as you put it." "And the other one?" Alan objected. "You got a place on the beach?" "Huh?" Alan looked at him dumbstruck. "We'd refurbish the other address, I'd lease the penthouse, the rest could be made into apartments for senior staff as temporary or permanent places of abode. All of it could be financed with what we'd get for this place. "And just what's wrong with Atlanta?" Alan objected. "You have to ask?" Jim stared him down. "After what we've been through with sis?"