Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2017 03:38:30 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Prologue This story 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 PROLOGUE The two-engine Hawker Beechcraft Baron G58 glided down the runway as it landed on the tiny island of Cox Cay. Emblazoned upon the side of the red, white, and blue aircraft were the words, "Cox Academy." It was late afternoon. The trip from Miami to the tiny Bahamian island had taken just over two hours. "Look! Is that the school?" Eleven-year-old Jamey London asked excitedly as he peered through the window while the plane slowed to a stop near a hangar with three other similar planes inside. "No, that's the hotel...Cox Plaza," Jake, their pilot, told the boy. The school is on the beach just a little beyond the hangar about a quarter mile. There's a short underground...I guess you'd call it a subway...connecting the two. "Impressive," Jim London, Jamey's father commented as he peered out of the cabin window at the dual highrise towers of the hotel. "We'll get you and your son checked in and comfortable, then tomorrow, Mr. Dix will be over to show you around, answer questions, and get young Jamey here situated in his dorm room," Jake explained. "I can't wait," Jamey gushed excitedly. "Will I have a roommate?" "Yes, we're getting quite a load of new students this fall, two or three each day," Jake told them as he helped his passengers with a couple light bags. "We'll be flying you out tomorrow evening, or early the next morning," he told Jim London, whom he guessed to be in his late thirties, though judging from his face and build, could probably pass for a man in his late twenties. He barely looked old enough to have a son Jamey's age. "WOW!" This place is HUGE?" Jamey cried as Jake carried their bags across the tarmac to the front steps of the hotel where a doorman could take them to their suite on the tenth floor of the hotel. "There's a grand buffet waiting for you in the lobby once you're checked in," Jake told them. This is Mark, he'll see you to the front desk, then take your bags to your suite." "Suite?" Jim reacted in surprise. "Sorry, it's all we have open," the desk clerk remarked, overhearing Jim London's surprise. "Don't appologize, I'm just surprised, that's all," Jim laughed as he signed the registration card. "We're full tonight...we don't usually upgrade but..." the desk clerk explained. "It's the best we have, I think you'll be pleased." --------------------- "Hoooooooo, shit, will you look at this place," Jamey gaped as he looked about the spacious contemporarily styled accomodation a few minutes later. "Jamey, dammit, watch your mouth." Jim London looked about, embarrassed by his son's reaction as he tipped the bellhop. "Sorry we don't have but one bedroom in this unit. You have the entire floor to yourselves, though, the spa in the Empire Suite next door is on the fritz so until maintenance gets a crack at it, you'll have the run of the place." "I feel like a king..." Jim London said as he checked out the bedroom with its massive, king-size bed, marble and glass bathroom to the right, and a small, but luxurious whirlpool spa in the same room on the left. "I feel like prince!" Jamey followed his father's lead. He began stripping off his shirt, eyeing the inviting aquaeous attraction. "Don't you think we should go down and eat before you go stripping down?" Jim laughed. "The seafood looked incredible." "Can I leave my shirt off?" Jamey asked as he dropped it to the floor. "I don't know, some places require shirt and shoes in their restaurant," Jim London told his son as he admired the boy's slender waist and lightly muscled chest. He took after his old man, he smiled knowingly. "I saw a kid eating down there in just a Speedo, so apparently not," Jamey countered. "Suit yourself, just don't spill any hot soup down your front," Jim teased the sweet-faced young boy he loved so much. "Come on, there's a fillet down there with my name on it." "I'll settle for a burger," Jamey followed his dad back out toward the elevator. Halfway down the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Two boys about Jamey's age with towels draped around their necks were apparently headed for the pool. Jamey's eyes nearly popped. They were both completely naked. Jim London smiled but averted his eyes. "So much for the dress code around this place," he noted once they were off the elevator and following their noses toward the food. "And you were worried 'cause I took off my shirt...." Jamey laughed, looking back over his shoulder as the two bubble-butted preteens disappeared heading outside, apparently bound for the narrow beach one level down. "You sure you're ready for...encounters like that?" Jim asked his son as they selected fine china plates to load with dinner. "Are you?" Jamey teased. "I'm certainly ready for encounters like THIS," Jim told his son, changing the subject as he loaded a sizable slab of Red Snapper to the middle of his plate. "You didn't tell me this was a nudist colony," Jamey changed the subject back, deliberatly making his dad uncomfortable. "What can I say? They're just a couple kids...probably forgot their trunks," Jim laughed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...." Jamey gasped in dismay. "What's wrong? "I did too," Jamey whispered to his dad. "You did too what...ohhhh...you mean..." Jim suddenly realized what his son was saying. "Damn, boy, where you keeping your brain these days, in your big toe?" "Hey, dammit, dad, watch your mouth," Jamey bantered, delighted in echoing his dad's earlier words. "Guess you can forget swimming, in that case," Jim told his son as they finished loading their plates and looked about for a table. Every single one was occupied. "I guess I could go skinny-dippin' like those..." "Forget it," Jim interrupted. "If you think I'm gonna have you parading around this place stark, raving NAKED, you have another think coming." "Over there," Jamey nodded toward a table for four with two empty seats. "Suppose they'd mind if we..." "Better than trying to eat standing up," Jim noted as he headed toward the man and boy having dinner at the only available table in the house. "Mind if we join you?" he asked. "Must be the rush hour." "Not at all, we'd enjoy the company," the thirty-something man smiled halfway standing, extending his hand, then sitting back down somewhat embarrassed as he, realized Jim's hands were too full for such a social nicety. "I'm Stewart Long, this is...what'd you say your name was, kid?" The boy's father teased. "Dick...Dick Long," the boy introduced himself with a straight face, as adept at embarrassing his dad as his dad was in embarrassing him. "We call him Shorty for short," the boy's jokester father teased. "I'm Jamey. You serious?" Jamey question wide-eyed, unsure how to take either father or son. Both laughed at his naivete. "His real name is Len...short for Lenard," Steward Long introduced the boy. "For obvious reasons," Len noted. "You don't like your name?" Jamey reacted in surprise as he sat down next to the pleasant-looking boy. "Blame his mother, he's named after her father," Stewart explained. "I'm named after MY father," Jamey told them. "He won't tell you himself so...his name is Jim London. He's named after London Bridge." "Cute," Jim suppresed a smile at his son's attempt at wit. "Where you folks from?" "Pittsburgh," Steward told them once he's emptied his mouth. "That's in Pennsylvania," Len added. "How about you guys?" "Just south of Chicago, little town nobody's ever heard of," Jamey explained. "You starting at Cox tomorrow too?" "Second year...I'm a 'soft more' now," Len explained. "Dad just came along the stare at all the naked boys." "Yes, we met a couple on the elevator on the way down," Jamey laughed. "I wish you'd quit telling people that," Stewart politely chastized his son. "You're a sophomore, not a 'soft more'." "I'm fourteen now, maybe I should just say I'm...'more soft'?" Len argued, priding himself in having reached the age when he could sometimes "talk back" to his father. "Normally fathers don't accompany second year students?" Jim reacted in surprise as he ate. "Some do, most don't," Stewart told him. "You'll come to see why by tomorrow night when you fly out. "Oh? Why's that?" Jim questioned seriously. Stewart paused thoughtfully. "Cox changes boys," he commented cryptically, starting to feel uncomfortable, realizing more questions were about to follow. "Changes them? How so?" Jim continued, now more interested in what he was hearing than what he was eating. Steward shifted nervously in his set, eyeing his son, now wishing for some smart-assed comment from the boy to lighten the conversation. "He asked YOU, not me?" Len smirked. That was all the help he offered. "Let me put it this way, Jim," Stewart spoke softly. "One year here and you won't know your son...he won't be the same sweet little boy you're leaving behind tomorrow. Now, if you understand what I'm saying, fine. If not, the rest you'll have to pick up yourself." Jim nodded, recognizing the awkward turn of the conversation and the fact that Stewart Long obviously didn't want to go there. He eyed his son. "You finished?" "What about dessert?" Jamey objected. "Maybe later," Jim said firmly. "...when the place isn't quite so busy. Other people are looking for seats too." "It was nice meeting you," Stewart stood, once more extending his hand. "Yes....yes, it was...I mean...it was nice meeting you too," Jim reacted uncomfortably as they shook hands. "What was all that about?" Jamey questioned as they headed back toward the elevator. "I'll explain later," Jim told his son. "...when you're older...like forty or fifty." "It's about the two naked boys in the elevator, right?" Jamey guessed. "No," Jim reacted too quickly. Jamey looked at him strangely but said nothing. "Well, partly," Jim admitted reluctantly. "... but, believe me, it goes well beyond that." ----------------------------------------------- "Cute," Len Stewart commented once Jamey and his dad were out of earshot. "Yes, very handsome young man," Stewart Long agreed as he wiped his face on a light blue cloth napkin an stood to leave. "Don't give me that...'handsome, shit,' the kid was...IS...fuckin' beautiful," Len insisted as he got up from the table too. He also wiped his mouth. He'd been drooling. "I saw the way you were looking at him." "A little young for my taste," Stewart insisted. "Bet you could go for his dad, then," Len spoke softly as they headed back toward the broad, cantilevered terrace overlooking the ocean and what passed for a beach below. "I know I could." "A little OLD for my taste...and YOURS," Stewart smiled down at his thirteen-year-old son. "You gonna make a play for the boy?" "I might," Len admitted. "Damn, he was so...so virginal." "Well, he looks about eleven, I'm guessing he IS virginal," Steward, hugged his son's shoulder as they stood side by side looking out over the water. "Hope I get him as a roomy," Len smiled up at his dad. "I could really get off on fuckin'..." "Let's keep this conversation a notch above the obscene, okay," Stewart Long interrupted his son. The truth was, Len was echoing his sentiments exactly. "You gonna go to bed tonight and jack off dreamin' about him?" Len pressed on. "I might," Stewart teasingly echoed hiss son's words from a moment before. "I might too," Len confessed. "Let's go get naked and we can lust after the kid together." "No," Stewart told his horny young son firmly. "You masturbate. You know I masturbate. You've got a bed. I've got a bed. Let's keep it that way." "Awwww...dad....? Len whined. "Listen, kid, you're here to more than just...just smear your sperm around all over the place," Steward decided to speak his son's sexual language. "You're here to get your head filled with stuff you might conceivably need later...for college and...well, the rest of your life." "I'm thinking of taking up fashion design...I'll model for a few years first...then bring out my own line of sexy men's wear," Len continued. "Then I'll franchise my name to the Len Long Interior Design Studio." "Got it all figured out, have you?" Stewart once more smiled down at his son. He was amused by, yet proud of the slender, attractive young boy. "Isn't that was gay guys do?" Len insisted. "Along the way I'll have a dozen or more gay love affairs. Then when I'm too old to cruise the gay clubs I'll settle down with some rich old fag and donate my sperm, raise a couple cute young boys toy with and take over after I'm gone." "God, you're a ruthless bastard," Steward told his son as they turned to go up to their room with its two double beds. "Kind of early to turn in." "Maybe I'll look up my little virgin friend and see if he knows what 'fuck' means," Len considered. "You horny little fuck, you're starting to make me hard," Steward laughed as they got on the elevator to the third floor. "You've been hard since Jamey and his dad sat down at our table," Len noted quite accurately. "We BOTH have been." "Stop it," Stewart told his son sharply. "I know where this is going and we're not going there." "Where?" "Son, I love you and I can accept the fact you like boys," Stewart spoke frankly as he unlocked the door to their room. "I guess maybe, truth be told, I do too. But be that as it may, I'm NOT going to start sexually molesting my thirteen-year-old son...or anybody elses. Got that?" -------------------------------------------- Jamey London was barely inside the front door of the suite he and his father had lucked into before he'd kicked off his loafers in the foyer, leaving behind one sock in the living room one in the dining room, and shucked his pants by the spa. Already shirtless, Jamey gingerly lowering his slender, naked, boy-body into the swirly hot water of the spa. He felt his four-inch, circumcized boy-cock getting hard as he settled comfortably into one of the four underwater seats. "What happened to your underwear?" Jim London asked as he picked up, piece by piece each item of the boy's apparel left along the way. "I forgot them too," Jamey claimed with an ornery grin. "Yeah, sure, Just like you forgot your Speedo," Jim said as he stared down into the crystal clear water. His son's hairless cock was hard. It had been years since he'd actually seen the boy naked. He wasn't sure but he doubted he'd EVER before seen Jamey with a erection. He smiled down at his son proudly. The boy wasn't huge, but at eleven, four inches or so of hard, young sexual endowment showed great promise. "Dad, stop," Jamey looked up, slightly embarrassed. "Stop what?" "You're staring at my dick," Jamey surprised his father by reading him like a cheap porno novel. "I am not," Jim insisted. "You're bulging," Jamey insisted. "That mean you like me or you just like staring at my fuckin' cock?" "JAMEY!" Jim cried in disbelief. "Okay, I am getting a little hard but that doesn't mean I..." "Hey, I'm eleven...I been around," Jamey insisted. "I know my way around the inside of a school locker room. I've seen guys naked...strokin'..." Suddenly Jim knew precisely what Stewart Long had been talking above. They'd been on Cox Isle only a few hours and already he hadly recognized his son. Jamey was...quite obviously, no longer a little boy. He'd become a horny young boy-stud with the right gay instincts to leave his dad tied in knots of sexual longing for him. "Come on," Jamey nodded toward the water. "You know you want to. Get naked, join me...the water's fine. "Jamey, I really don't think I should..." Jim began. "We could jack off together?" Jamey added with a seductive smile, melting his father's resistance. Slowly, Jim began unbuttoning his colorful tropical shirt, his eyes fixed on his son's exquisitely beautful little boy-body and his not-so-little boy-cock. He stepped out of his stylish, white deck shoes, dropping his own clothes, along with Jamey's, next to the spa. He paused once more, still unsure if he wanted to take the next step. Jamey started stroking his cock underwater. His father capitulated, loosening his belt, allowing his white slacks to drop with a soft thud to the floor at his feet. He heard his pocket change jingle. Unlike his son, he'd NOT forgotten his underwear. His tight, white briefs stook out in stark contrast to his tanned abdomen as his seven-inch man-cock increased the size of the bulge. "Come on, Dad. Get naked with me. I wanna see you naked...see your hard cock," Jamey pleaded. Silently the tighty-whities drifted to the floor around Jim's ankles. He was now completely and utterly "stark, raving, naked," as hed put it before dinner. His cock arched out and upward in a graceful curve of pulsating manflesh. "You look good," Jamey told him softly, working to build his father's sexual confidence. "Nice cock." Without thinking, Jim looked down over his firm, muscular torso. His massive hard cock rose to meet his gaze. "Thanks, yours looks pretty..." he stopped, realizing what he was doing in instinctively returning the compliment. It was almost as if he were using his own naked body to seduce his young son. "You gonna just stand there with that stupid, shit-eatin' grin on your face or you gonna get in?" Jamey asked, growing bolder, stroking himself now more rapidly under the water. Jim took a deep breath and deftly stepped down into the water, settling into a seat across from his son, then realizing their legs would get less tangled in the tiny spa if they sat side by side. He rested his right arm on the back of the spa seat behind his son's neck. "Feels good, don't it?" Jamey let out a long sigh, breath he'd long been holding, hoping he wasn't coming on too strong, hoping he would scare his father off. "Yeah...feels good," Jim echoed his son's sentiment as their naked bodies sat all but touching. "I wish you wouldn't do that." "Do what?" "You know what. Jackin' off...masturbating." Jim insisted. "What's masturbating?" Jamey surprised his father a little by asking. "What you're doing to yourself," "You ever masturbate?" Jamey asked his father. Jim hesitated. Should he tell his son it was none of his business or tell him the truth? "Sometimes." "Feels good, don't it?" Jamey remarked, eyeing his own cock, then his fathers. "You wanna do it with me...do it together?" "I don't think so," Jim answered, though in fact he wanted nothing more than to share such a moment of male bonding and orgasmic ecstasy with his son. However, their intimacy had already gone far enough to make him more than a little uncomfortable. "You mind if I keep doin' it?" Jamey questioned as his jacking fist moved faster up and down his cock underwater. "Hey, kid, it's your cock, go ahead, shoot your wad," Jim relented. If he felt uncomfortable joining his son in naked, sexual pleasure, at least he could watch. "Shoot my...what...my wad?" Jamey looked up at him strangely. Jim was taken aback by his son's innocense. Then it occurred to him that the boy was far to young to "shoot his wad," as he'd so inelegantly put it. He obviously had no idea what he was doing to himself had such pleasurable consequences. "Where'd you learn about jackin' off?" "At school...jackin' off school," Jamey joked. "I guess you could say I learned HOW but now WHY." "Good, let's just keep it that way," Jim laughed. "Yeah sure," Jamey laughed. "How many boys 'bout my age did they say were on the island?" "I see your point," Jim confessed as he watched the boy stroke himself. "That's what that guy at dinner meant, right?" Jamey continued. "Damn feels good," "Well, now you know the WHY part," Jim sighed, wishing his son wasn's so sharply perceptive. "I do?" Maybe the kid wasn't as perceptive as he'd though. "You said it felt good," Jim reminded him. "Mmmm...yeah, I guess," Jamey recalled. "Is that why you do it, 'cause it feels good?" "Jamey, please, stop that, you're too young to..." Jim began "NO!" Jamey refused. "It feels good...mmmm better and better. Whew, makes my arm tired though." He paused and shook out the kinks. "You've done this before, right?" Jim guessed, watching his son's stroking technique. The boy seemed to know how to give himself the best "bang for his buck," so to speak. "A little," Jamey confessed. "My arm gets really tired...really sore, though." "And what do you do when that happens?" Jim questioned the tired little boy. "Go to sleep," Jamey admitted. "What do YOU do?" "I have an orgasm," Jim told the boy, wishing almost instantly he hadn't been quite so frank. He knew immediately what would be next words out of his son's mouth. "What's an orgasm?" "You keep that up, kid, and you're damn sure gonna find out," Jim retorted. "Is it...bad...will it hurt?" Jamey questioned anxiously. "Is it bad?" Jim pondered. "No, I don't suppose it is. As for hurting...I guess if you do it long enough and often enough it might be a little painful." "It's painful already. Whew, my arm is really starting to ache," Jamey paused. "I like how it feels but...maybe if I switch hands..." Jim watched silently, fascinated by to subtle trembling and growing determination written all over his son's beautiful, sweet face. "Hooooo...fuuuucckkkkk," Jamey sighed, stopping all together. "You cum?" Jim asked the boy. "Now BOTH my arms ache." Jamey complained. "Whad'ya mean, 'cum'?" Jim took a deep breath. "Jamey, you're on the verge of giving yourself your first orgasm, what we sometimes call 'cumming'. " "That what feels so good. Did I cum?" Jamey questioned innocently. "I don't think so. You wouldn't be asking that if you had," Jim smiled induligently. "And, you would have popped about three feet up outta the water as well." "HUH?" Jamey gaped at his father in disbelief. "Jamey, your very first orgasm is going to change your life forever," Jim told his son bluntly. "You'll never be the same again. The desire for sexual...gratification...will becoming an important driving force in your life for, well...nearly as long as you live." "I wanna have an organism," Jamey told his dad softly. "Orgasm," Jim corrected. "Will you do it to me?" Jamey asked. "My arms feels like they're about to fall off. Will you give me an...orgasm?" Jim was not shocked at the request. He'd been eleven years old once himself. He still vividly recalled his own first orgasm...one explosive night alone in his bed. He scooted forward a bit, then put his feet up on the spa seat opposite his. "Come here. Sit on my legs. Wrap your legs in around behind me." Jamey looked at him a bit strangely but did as his dad asked, the water supporting his weight somewhat, making the position not uncomfortable for either of them. "You really gonna do it to me, dad? You gonna jack me off? Gonna make me cum? Gonna give me an orgasm?" A second later Jamey had an answer to all his questions as he felt his father's fingers close firmly around his jutting boy-cock. "No, I'm just checking the oil in the radiator," Jim told him dryly as he began to gently stroke his son's rigidly hard boy-cock. "That made absolutely NO sense," Jamey laughed as he gazed down at what his father's hand was doing to his soaring hard cock. "It wasn't meant to," Jim tried to make light of what he was doing to the boy. "Feels good though," Jamey reported, his gaze alternating between his cock and his father's loving face. "Just lie back in the water," Jim instructed. "Just kind of float, let your mind concentrate on just one thing, what you're feeling, down there, the pleasure I'm giving your cock. Enjoy the feeling. Remember it. Remember how good it feels." "Ohhhhh fuck, it DOES feel good," Jamey sighed. "Is it alright if I say fuck when you're jackin' me off?" "I don't think anyone's going to complain," Jim smiled, amused by his son's strange concern. "Feeling it? Feeling the feeling? Feeling it getting stronger and stronger down deep inside you?" "Yeah, feels weird," Jamey giggled in delight. "When do I get my first orgasm?" "It won't be long," Jim told him. "Just concentrate, let it build up inside you. It's gonna get stronger and stronger, till you think it can't possibly feel any better. That's when it hits ya, like a...like a ton of feathers." "I thought it was like a 'ton of lead'?" "A ton is a ton, regardless," Jim reminded the boy as his stroking hand increased the pace somewhat. He watched as the expression on his son's face changed from a vague smile to a kind of aching, serious look." "God, it's feelin' better and better...ahhhhhh fuccckkkkkk," Jamey gasped, his slender pelvis squirming about as the aching cramp of his impending orgasm swelled deep within his loins. "Ohhh, man, my arm's gettin' tired," Jim teased. "Don't STOP!" Jamey cried out in dispair. "Don't stop, don't stop, keep doin' it to me like that, keep jackin' my cock like that, dad, ahhahhhah fuck, feels good...ahhahhhh fuck...fuck, fuck fuck...." "Really gettin' to ya, huh? You like that? You feeling it...you gettin' close...?" Jim warned the boy as he stroke his hard young cock more rapidly. "Close to what?" Jame gasped. "Some people call it a climax...like flipping a switch deep down inside you, the second when it feels like all hell's breakin' loose inside you," Jim told his son, trying to prepare him for the cataclysmic moment when he would dive into the swirling pool of sexual pleasure within him. "I'm feeling it...ohhahha god, dad, I'm feeling it, I'm fuckiin' feelin' it...I'm gonna cum, I'm gettin' closer and closer and...it's gonna happen...ahhehaheiroihoihg god, the feeling, the feeling!! Feels like I'm dying almost." Jamey cried out as his naked little boy-body suddenly jerked upright, then stiffened, his cock throbbing and pulsating..."AIAIEHHEHHHRHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" "YES...YES, YES, JAMEY, THAT'S IT. IT'S HAPPENING. FEEL IT. FEEL IT BOY, YOU'RE HAVING YOUR VERY FIRST ORGASM, AHHAHHH YEAH, YEAH, DAMN, HANG IN THERE. FEEL IT, FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS DEEP DOWN INSIDE YOU...OHHHHAH GOD, YEAH, JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU, RIGHT?" Jim continued stroking his son's cock at a furious pace, watching in wild sexual delight the look of devastating sexual ecstasy on the boy's face as he arched his naked pelvis up out of the water. He was too young to ejaculate but his "dry" orgasm was obviously ripping him apart inside. "AHHAIIEIH DAD, DAD, FEELS SO GOOD, I CAN...I CAN HARDLY STAND IT....AHHAHHHHA FUCK, KEEP DOIN' THAT, KEEP JACKIN' MY COCK, DON'T STOP...DON'T EVER STOP, JUST KEEP DOIN IT TO ME LIKE THAT, AHHAHHEHHHHH GOD, I LOVE THE FEELING, AGHAHHH MAN, I'M GONNA HAVE SO MANY ORGASMS...AHHAHHEHHHHH FUUUCK, FUCK FUCK,FUCK, AHHGOEOIAEHORIHOAH FUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!" Jamey cried out as his aching, sexual pleasure eased off slightly. He felt his father's hand on his cock slow. Still, the jolting spasms of lingering sexual pleasure continued, slowing, becoming slightly less intense, but still strong enough to make him cry out in delight as each one hit him. "Ahhahhhhahh!" "Had enough? Want me to stop?" Jim asked, watching in a detached, bemused manner at the massive hurricane of pleasure he'd unleashed within his only son. Jamey nodded, still so overwhelmed with the afterglow of sexual pleasure he could barely THINK much less speak. Jim smiled as his hand came to rest, still gripping his son's pulsating boy-cock. "That, my boy, was an orgasm."