Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2018 02:51:13 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks, Chapter 27 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-SEVEN The following morning was not at all like Jet and Jamie expected. They were on time, stark raving naked, hard as rockets, and horny as two adolescent white bunnies. However, Doc Charmin was nowhere to be found, and Paulus, his secretary/lab assistant, was late, as usual. They waited for almost a half-hour before Jet, ever the braver of the two, started looking around, going from one office to another, one lab to another, one treatment room after another. The place was mostly deserted except for the "milking parlor," as the boys called it, where a half-dozen or so naked young boys like himself were hooked up to the ejaculators, serving up their creamy, boyish essence. Doc Charmin was not there either. On his way back to join Jamie, Jet stumpled, not on Doc Charmin, but a clue...two of them, really...as to what may have happened to him. Someone had pushed two of the treatment tables together side by side, atop of which, completely and utterly naked as the day they'd been born just eight years before, were the Cameron twins, Craig and Greg. Apparenly he and Jamie were not the only horny little boys Doc had been experimenting with. The two, completely identical, were ballet students (studying under the famed dancer, Pietre Brodovich), had apparenly fallen asleep sometime the night before while sucking one another's three-inch, hard, boy-cocks, which were, in fact, STILL hard, though, for the moment, no longer in action. Pietre Brodovich was not a regular member of the Cox Academy faculty, but simply a good friend of Jan Cox (though several years older). Jan, like the twins, had once studied under his masterful tutalege. Brodovich, though internationally known and admired as a dancer and choreographer, had fallen upon hard times and had to flee Russia when it became known he was something of a boylover as well. If the twins' father knew of the man's predatory reputation, he apparently cared little, assuming that his two, beautiful, blond-haired sons, being dancers, would eventually become gay at some point in their lives. Jet found himself wondering if their father knew that such a point and already come. Jet had seen the boys in action, their slender little boy-bodies both naked and clothed, were an erotic wonder like nothing else he'd ever seen. Brodovich, though, had made it abundantly clear that, lovely as they might be, the twins were off-limits for all but himself as sexual playthings. Doc Charmin had apparently not gotten the word. Jet had no sooner returned to join Jamie than Doc Charmin finally showed up, looking like something run over by a pack of dogs and dragged in by a wayward cat. "Sorry I'm late, boys, but I had a rather rough night...lab accident, I guess you might say. "Yes, I saw them," Jet winked knowingly. "What the fuck'd you do to those poor little boys in there?" "It's a long story," Doc tried to pass over the event. "Hook us up the the jacker-offer and fill us in, probably make us come quicker," Jamie suggested. "I doubt that, but since you asked, after you two left last night the two, horny little imps you saw in there showed up late for their milking." Doc began as he installed the cold, stainless steel semon collection divice over Jamie's soaring, hard boy-cock. "You're fuckin' KIDDING me...those two little guys can shoot cum?" Jet laughed a he felt the suction tube being fitted over his cock. "Hmph, I wish. No, far from it," Doc laughed. "But that doesn't keep Brodovich...you know about Brodovich right?" "Doesn't everyone?" Jamie waited patientlyto be "turned on." "Well, even though it may been another three or four years before puberty sets in, he can hardly wait to taste their boy-sperm," Doc explained. "So, every month or so, he sends them over here to be orgasmed in hopes it'll speed things up." "Does it?" Jet asked. Again, doc laughed. "Well, until yesterday when your cock started spouting off, I'd had said 'no'. But now..." "Yeah, but I'm older...eleven," Jet reasoned as Doc turned on his ejaculator. "I keep reminding myself of that...and Brodovich, too," Doc switched on Jamie's milker. "Now, enough talk, you two just lie back and enjoy yourselves while I check on the twins." "You enjoying yourself?" Jet grinned as his own cock responded with a tingle of sexual pleasure. "Eight years old..." Jamie sighed. "God, how I'd love to suck on one of those little wooden peckers and make him cum." "Wonder if he used Cox Coax on'em?" Jet laughed. "Ohhhhahhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuccccckkkkk!" "Gettin' to ya?" Jamie question as his own spasms of naked sexual pleasure grew stronger deep in his thin, trembling loins. "I hope you two don't mind, but the twins here would like to watch you cum," Doc Charmin told the two writhing older boys as he returned with two very naked eight-year-old twins, who watched avidly as Jet and Jamie writhed in aching sexual pleasure. "Ya wanna suck me off, kid?" Jet asked. "You Greg or Craig?" "Greg...how's that thing feel?" "Ain't Doc ever hooked ya up?" Jet asked. "Hoooo, shit, Doc, feels goooddd, Hook him up," "I don't think so," Doc smiled. "They've both had about a dozen more orgasms last night than I'd consider healthy a couple pre-pubes their age." "Can we jack'em off, then?" Craig asked eagerly as he eyed Jamie's pulsating hard cock. "You can suck me if you like?" Jamie suggested. "Whoa, no fuckin' way," Doc quickly objected. "No way am I gonna have this little fucker swallowing your precious boy-juice. Whad'yayou think we got you over here for every day anyway?" "Four TIMES a day if I recall," Jamie teased. "But if you can talk doc into unhookin' this...ohhhhhhhhhmmmyyyygoddddd...fuckin' thing before I shoot my million-dollar wad, I'd...ohhhhh fuck, you'd better hurry, I'm close." "Ohhhhhh, alright," Dock stopped the ejaculator motioned for Craig to wrap his tiny fist around Jamie's cock and start stroking. "Can I do him," Greg motioned to Jet eagerly. "MAY, you do him and yes you may...if you can," Doc told the boy as he quickly ripped the suckling mechanism from Jet's cock none too gently. "It'll take longer but...what the fuck, boys will be boys..." "Hurry, kid, do it to me, I just started shootin' yesterday so I got quite a hair-trigger you're playin' with down there." Jet instructed Greg as he heaved his slender, pulsating loins up and down, driving his nearly five inches of hard, throbbing boy-cock repeatedly through the boy's lubricated fist. "I'm gonna cum," Jamie told his masturbating eight-year-old softly as his voice strained along with his naked, young boy-cock. "Do it to me, Craig, do it to me, do it to me boy, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh fuckin' yeah. Jack me, man, jack me off. Make me cum...get ready Doc, I'm gonna do itttt..." "Ohhhhh fuck, yeah, yeah, shoot it, man, shoot your cum, shoot it at me, Give me your cum, give me your...AHHHEGFHH CUMMMM!!!!" Craig suddenly cried out, recoiling as Jamie shot him in the face with a tremendouss ribbon of white hot cum. "OHHHHH FUCK," "THAT WHAT YOU WANT, BOY? THAT WHAT YOU WANT?, DON'T TOUCH IT, DON'T LICK IT OFF..." Jamie cried out, as his slender,,.naked, boy-body heaved up once, twice, three, four, FIVE times. His cock spurted again and again, cracking Jamie up as Craig dodge blast after blast of Jamie's thick, rich, boy-juice. "OHHHH FUCK, KID, YOU'RE GOOD, AHHHAHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, BOY, MAKE IT FEEL GOOD, AHHAHHAHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH....ARFREAHRHHGHH...I'M CUMMIN' SOOO FUCKIN' HARD, SOOO....AHHAHHHHHH KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, DON'T STOP, AHHAHHH THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOOD, AHHAHHAH YEAH, YEAH, JACK ME, MAN, JACK ME, JACK ME, JACK ME OOFFFFFF!" "WHAT HE SAYS GOES DOUBLE FOR ME," Jet cried as he ejaculated wildly, just not as often or as much. "MAN, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GOOD THAT FEEELS, YOU MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM...AHHEHHAHREHHHHGHHHHHH, GOD, SOOO HARD...AHHEAOOEHH FUCK, I CAN HARDLY FUCKIN' STAND IT....AHEHHAHEHRHHHGHHHG..." Jet once more delivered the white, milky essence Doc so treasured. "OHHHHHH GOD, KID, THAT FELT SOOOOOO GOOOOD, BEST ORGASM I'VE HAD ALL....AHEHHAHEIAOEHRHHHHHH...ALLL DAYYYY!!!" "Okay, boys, stop...lay off...give me time to collect all this fuckin' cum," Doc dismissed the twins. "You like that?" Doc asked needlessly as Jet and Jamie watched the two boys come down from their sexual high. "Better than you're fuckin' milkin' machines," Jet sighed as the liingering spasms of orgasmic pleasure continued to rock him to the very core of his sexual being. "You get all you want?" Jamie asked as he watched Doc Charmin deftly collecting that last, syrupy drops of his cum from his thin, naked abdomen. "For now," Doc told them. "You two better be getting of to breakfast, you'll be late for class again. "Laver is liable to TATTOO his words all over your asses if it happens again. "Right," Jamie laughed, not quite as amused as he pretended. "Here, before you go, I whipped up a little something for you two to play with...experiment with....uhhhh...field test. Let me know what happens." Doc told the boys as he placed in their hands a slightly larger bottle of his "Essence of Boy" than he'd used the day before. "What's this one smell like, boy-cum?" Jamie started to remove the cap. "Oh my god, not here...keep it closed." "One whiff and it's orgasm city?" Jet laughed as he peered through the bluish glass of his bottle. "Not quite," Doc told him. "I toned it down about a hundred to one. The effect is about the same, but less powerful. This one is more like a fragrant cologne, This one you just rub a SMALL...let me repeat...a SMALL amount somehwere on your naked body...wherever you want...lips, cock, ass...wherever you want pleasured then...but hey, I don't wanna ruin the suspense. Try it, one at a time on each other, see what happens, then let me know. "Cool," Jamie smiled. "Ohhhhh, and let me warn you...DON'T use it in class...you hear me? DO NOT...EV ER...EVER...EVER USE IT IN CLASS. You got that...listen to me, you promise..." Doc admonished them. "Orgy city? Jamie smiled. "Laver would have a COW!" Jet laughed. "Hell, he'd have a whole HERD." Jamie added as the boys left, each clasping their precious bottles to their chests, wishing they had pockets. Outside Dr. Charmin's treatment room a few minutes later, as Jet and Jamie were leaving, Jamie suddenly heard his name called out from someone behind them, apparently waiting to see the doctor. "ANDRE!" Jamie cried out in surprise at seeing the blond Cox pilot in all his naked glory. He rushed back, hugging him. Then turning too Jet. "This is Andre Boulet, the jet pilot who brings some of the....the..." "Wealthier boys," Andre inserted. "Jet..." he extended his hand, welcoming the older boy. "I think we may have met a time or two before." "I think so, I'd never forget abs like yours or a cock....my god, he's getting huge," Jet laughed, admiring the pilot's sizable sexual appendage as it rose to the occassion. "Nice to...MEAT....you again," Jet laughed, reaching out, shaking hands with Andre's cock as well. "I wish we could stay longer but we gotta go grab some lunch and get to class in lesss than a half-hour." "You go," Jamie told his roommate, "Andre and me, we got some...catching up...to do, right....big guy?" Jamie addressed the man's twenty-two-year-old cock as well. "Milking time?" Andre guessed as Jet hurried off, "God he's cute." "Aren't you a little old to get milked?" Jamie returned his gaze to the man attractive face. "Flight physical...once a year...my...'family' physician,' " Andre explained. "You seen dad recently?" Jamie couldn't resist the possibily of news from home. "Just last night, as a matter of fact," Andre told him. "I flew him and his girlfried from Atlanta to Miami..." "GIRLFRIEND??!" Jamie cried out much too loudly in surprise. "Well, yeah, I assume," Andre laughed. "You didn't know?" "Dad's got a GIRLFRIEND?" Jamie exclaimed in disbelief. "He didn't call her that...but they sure acted all lovey-dovey on the plane." Andre told him. "He said something about getting her a valentine's present in Miami." "A valentine's present? When's..." Jamie had long since lost track of the passing of days on any calendar. "Uhhh...yeah, like tomorrow, as a matter of fact," Andre informed him. "And....and I didn't get him anything," Jamie sighed. "You always give your DAD something for Valentine's Day?" Andre asked in surprise. "It's an old family tradition...since mom left," Jamie told him, then looked down at the tiny bottle in his hand, an idea suddenly forming in his ornery, pre-teen mind. "Wait here...." "Hurry, my appointment was fifteen minutes ago," Andre called after the naked young boy as he rushed across the room to the desk of Dr. Paulus' lab assistant. "Could I trouble you for a sheet of typing paper," Jamie asked the attractive, twenty-year-old behind the desk. "...and some tape." "Typing paper...you writing a letter home?" Paulus guessed, smiling up at the sexy young boy. He handed Jamie a sheet of plain, white paper, then nodded at the dispenser on his desk. "There's the tape, enjoy yourself," Jamie quickly placed the bottle in the center of the paper then folded it up tightly around his "valentine's present" working as neatly as could be expected for an eleven-year-old boy. Then he placed a strip of tape around the whole thing. Jamie then grabbed a pen from the desk and wrote on his gift, "To dad, LOVE,..Jamie." Then he rushed back to Andre, who had just been called to go inside. "Give this to dad...you see him tonight?" "Yeah, I think so," Andre told Jamie. "GREAT, tell him I said 'Happy Valentine's Day' and...and to use it sparingly," Jamie added. "Err...okay, I..." Andre agreed, somewhat startled and amused at Jamie's request. "Andre...wait..." Jamie called after him. "What now? Jamie the doctor's waiting," Andre reminded him. "You didn't happen to catch her name, did you?" Jamie asked anxiously. "Uhhhh...well...yeah, the passenger manifest listed her as...mmm...let me think...young, very attractive. Oh, yeah...Mrs. Logan...Ellen Logan, I believe." --------------------- "Where you been, we got about five minutes to get to class," Jet told Jamie as the two hurried from the Buff Buffet toward their next classroom two floors up. "Here, I got ya a couple energy bars. There's a water fountain in the hallway just outside Conners' class. You and your fly-boy have a quickie or..." "Dad's got a GIRLFRIEND!" Jamie blurted out with his mouth full. "So?" Jet looked at his boyfriend in dismay. "She works for dad...his vice-president of acquisitions...something like that." The elevator arrived empty. The boys rushed on, Jamie pressing the "three" button. "Mmmmm...too bad it's not a BOYfriend, you two could..." Jet joked. "So, he's fuckin' his vice-president...lots of presidents do that." "FUCKIN' HER?" Jamie exclaimed. He'd not yet considered that possibility. "I don't think so, he's..." "Gay?" Jet suggested. "GAY?" Jamie had never quite come to terms with that possibility either, despite the sexual fun they'd had together and with Andre. "You've said you and your dad have had sex, right?" Jet added. "That sorta...kinda...you know, makes him as gay as YOU are." "Will you shut the fuck up and LISTEN!" Jamie interjected rather impolitely. "Her name is Ellen Logan!" "That name supposed to MEAN something to me?" Jet questioned. "No...no, no, man you don't understand. His girlfriend..." "You act surprised....I mean, he IS a man after all. Men have needs." Jet reminded him as they hurried to class among the dozens of other naked boys doing the same. "No...I mean....no," Jamie stammered. "You see, dad's girlfriend has a nine-year-old son named Wyatt." "Ohhhh, the plot thickens. You fucked her...NINE...he's only nine?" Jet looked at Jamie strangely as they entered their math classroom. "A little young, don't you think?" "All right, boys..." Pat Conner, the math instructor sought to bring some degree of order to his class. "You fucksticks wanna get quiet back there," his words directed squarely at Jet and Jamie, bringing an end to their conversation. ------------------------ Andre Boulet set the big corporate jet down softly on the Miami International runway then scrambled for the nearest taxiway so as to clear the main drag for a 707 arriving from Cleveland not two minutes later. Even before the plane stopped he heard his only passenger, Jim London, the chairman of the board of The Averill Group, moving around in back. "Mind if I join you?" Jim London asked as he opened the cockpit door and settled himself in the co-pilot's seat, peering through the plane's windshield toward the terminal. "Expecting someone?" Andre asked knowingly. "How could you tell?" Jim joked. "I'm a pilot, I'm not blind." Andre said as he slowed the jet to a crawl and followed the ground crew to a parking place near the small plane terminal. "Ellen was supposed to meet me when we got back from Nassau," Jim told him, "but I don't see her." "Lovely lady," Andre commented. "I must say, your son was quite...what's the word...shaken...yeah, quite shaken when I mentioned her. You didn't tell me you'd not told him." "Shaken, was he?" Jim smiled to himself. "Yes, I suppose he might be." "Sorry if I was out of line, but I didn't..." "NO, no, no, saved me the task. I was wondering just how I was going to put it to him," Jim admitted. "The thing with Wyatt?" Andre made a very educated guess. "I should think he would be overjoyed, having a little brother to...'play' with?" "Hey, whoa...slow down here....little brother?" Jim reacted in dismay. "Who said anythinig about a little...getting married?" "You didn't have to," Andre noted as he shut down the jet engines and continued the shutdown checklist. "That obvious, huh?" Jim rolled his eyes. "And no doubt obvious to her, too?" Andre added. "That her over there at the customs door?" "That's her...I've never introduced you," Jim realized. "Come with me. we'll all go eat." "I don't think so. I'd be like a third wheel," Andre demurred, "She looks like she's looking forward to...'tea for two'. " "Suit yourself, " Jim shrugged, lurching up from the co-pilot's seat. "One of these days you're gonna have to teach ME how to fly one of these things. "Have fun," Andre laughed. "Ohhhh...wait, I almost forgot," "What?" "I saw your horny little boy for a couple minutes while I was waiting to get my yearly physical," Andre said as he climbed from the pilot's seat and reached into an inside pocket of his uniform. "A VALENTINE'S DAY present," he smiled as he handed the man the small, tightly wrapped, white packet." Jim smiled as he peeled the tape off and began unwrapping the gift. "An old family tradition," "Yes...that's what....what he said," Andre watched expectantly as Jim withdrew the small, blue glass bottle from the wrapping. "Cologne?" Jim laughed in surprise. "Looks more like purfume, if you ask me?" Andre eyed his employer. "Oh...and he said, 'use it sparingly'. " "