Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 11:10:02 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 10 This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless Orgasm." (found under Gay Adult/Youth), this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Though there is some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the people in this story are new characters. Once more, this story is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the characters in the book. This one averages about one or two orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. JACKIN' JACK COX CHAPTER TEN "Astin, you wanna escourt Jack back to the unit for me?" Ien asked as he abruptly ended Jack's briefing. "Thanks to YOU, I've got a gazillion things to do before we continue with this." "Sure...sorry," Dr. Roland appologized. "I guess it's the least I can do." "Thats it? We're done?" Jack reacted in surprise, wiping his sweaty palms over the slender nakedness of his upper torso. He'd chosen the same e-closet outfit as he'd worn the day before and that had blown away from the top of the CoxInt roof. "Looks like you get the afternoon off," Astin smiled down at the boy. "I can find my own way back to the apartment," Jack insisted. "No fuckin' way," Ien reacted sharply. "You've cost us about three BILLION credits getting you here, there's no fuckin' way on this planet I'm going to let you go waundering around unattended." "Hear that, the three-billion-credit boy..." Astin joked, putting his arm around Jack's bare shoulders. "Come on, let's see if we can't find a few morsels of sustenance on the way back. You like tacos?" "With real meat?" Jack looked up at him brightly. Astin laughed. "Not likely, kid, I'm just a poor, lonely archivist, I don't make THAT kind of money." "I'll pass, then," Jack decided. "I'll find someone with a load of cum for lunch." "Boys do not live by...cum...alone," Astin smiled down at him. "I know a place where they serve pretty decent leaves." "Damn, you guys trying to make a vegetabletarian outta me?" Jack complained. "Just trying to keep you ALIVE so you can save the world when you get back," Astin joked. "This is all a big scam, isn't it?" Jack suddenly blurted. "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that term..." Astin told him, though he could guess what it meant. "A con, a plot of some kind," Jack elaborated. "I'm not sure what you mean?" Astin told the boy, even though he was damned sure he knew EXACTLY what Jack meant. "Ole great, great, great, great, great, great great granddaddy Cox bites the dust...or drinks too much ocean...whatever, so you kidnap me to take his place, right?" Jack laid it out. "No comment," Astin told the boy warily, knowing his words would essentially confirm Jack's take on the whole thing. The fact was, he'd said quite enough on the subject already. "I'm probably the first kid in history to get kidnapped for his...his SPERM," Jack almost laughed. "History is a long, long time," Astin smiled, Jack having come around to a subject he knew well. "Do I look like this Cox kid?" Jack asked. "A little," Astin told him. "He was blond...shorter hair...I think you're in for a haircut and a folicle treatment before you go back." "But NO laceters!" Jack repeated his earlier assertion. "Lasers," Astin corrected. "I think you made yourself perfectly clear, which is probably why you got the afternoon off." "Why didn't you guys tell me about this other kid...the REAL Jack Cox?" Jack questioned as they rode the conveyor back to the CoxInt housing tower. "You ever heard the phrase, 'need to know'?" Astin asked. Jack shook his pretty head. "You didn't think I needed to know?" He guessed. "Something like that," Astin nodded. "I can't say as I agree with that, but SOMEONE at CoxINT decided you'd do best not knowing." "Ien?" Jack guessed. "Ien? Oh, I'd say, probably not. He's too low on the totem pole for that kind of decision." Astin said thoughtfully as they got off the conveyor. "If I had to hazzard a guess, I'd say more likely your...great, great, et-cetera, et-cetera grandson." "Uncle Guv?" Jack reacted, somewhat surprised. "Who?" Astin laughed. "Uncle Guv? That what Ien calls him?" "But why? Why would he think that?" Jack pondered as they boarded the lifter. For once, being in the middle of the day, they were alone. "Actually, son, I was wondering the same thing myself," Astin admitted. "Paranoia, perhaps..." "What's paranoia?" Jack questioned, recalling vaguely having heard the term once or twice before, but having no idea what it meant. "Jack..." Astin paused considering his words carefully as they zoomed up the center of the tower. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this but...I guess you might chalk it up to an excess of caution." "Whadyaman?" "Jack, these guys...about anyone in this whole...well...anyone at CoxInt who's name ends in Cox...let me rephrase that." Astin changed his mind. "Anyone who knows about the death of the ten-year-old Jack Cox...well...quite frankly, they're scared shitless...you ever heard that phrase before?" Jack laughed. "Of course...like me when I first landed here." "They know something happened to allow the Cox bloodline to continue...they know Jason Cox's father was Jack Cox," Astin told him, even though he was sure he was telling him way more than CoxINT would like him to know. "The thing is, they don't know WHAT happened, and...in time and age today, when those in power need to know...EVERYTHING...or THINK they do...that scares the hell outta them. Can you understand that?" "I think so," Jack said as they got off the lifter. "That's why they want a log book put in the time capsule?" Astin took a deep breath. "I hadn't taken it that far myself, but it does make sense." Astin knocked on the housing unit's door, which hadn't slid open for them since Ien was not with them. "In a nutshell, you're here because...Uncle Guv...thinks the reason the bloodline has survived is because of something he...or someone else now or later, did to negate the death of the...REAL...Jack Cox." "Hey...Jack, what you doin' here?" It was little Ely, naked as a jaybird, hard as a peacock. "Whoa...who do we have here?" Astin reacted in seeing the cutest naked little boy he'd encountered all day. "This is Ely, he lives next door," Jack introduced them. "You wanna come in and maybe get sucked off?" "Hooooo fuccckkkkk," Astin sighed. "Wish I could." His eyes devoured the slender little sex imp. "But...I'm late...ohhh god...." his resistance faltering. "I've got to get back...history awaits...along with a stack of data sticks from my students waiting to be graded. "Whatever," Jack shrugged, going inside. "Your loss." "Indeed," Astin smiled wistfully as the door "shushed" shut. "I must be outta my mind," he said to himself as he turned back toward the lifter. "What's happening? Where IS everyone?" Jack asked Ely as he craned his neck, looking about. "Just me. It's the middle of the day. No one gets home till after 1800," Ely told him. "I got bored, came over here to watch some porn. Wanna watch with me, shoot some cum together?" "You started shooting?" Jack smiled in surprise as his cock started getting harder. "Figure of speech," Ely admitted as the two settled into an embrace among some floor cushions before the 3-D display. "You seen this one where the boy fucks the girl while he gets fucked and she gets fucked too up the ass?" "You kidding? I've seen them ALL about four times...it was a long night last night," Jack sighed as he pushed down his spandex to free his boy-cock. "Yeah, me too," Ely admitted. "I was here too, you know," he sighed as he reached for Jack's hardened cock. "You sneak over here often?" Jack asked as he returned the favor, starting to stroke Ely. "It was either this or homework," Ely told him. "I hated homework," Jack sighed. "You got a really pretty cock, you know that?" "Thanks, I take good care of it, make sure it gets lots of exercize, sucked often, a little makeup on the head," Ely told Jack, only half-way joking. "Guys love my cock. I could go down in the lobby right now and get ten...no...twenty people down there to suck me off...lots of them would PAY to suck me off." "You sell your cock?" Jack laughed as he stroked that cock. "Rent it...I sell my cum, though," Ely said seriously. "But for YOU, it's free." "Thanks," Jack smiled leaning over kissing the little boy's lips softly. "Why am I special." "You're suicidally beautiful," Ely told him, jacking him a little faster. "Suicidally?" Jack laughed. "Guys would kill to suck your cock," Ely elaborated. "When Orin married me, three guys leaped from the top of this building over me." "Orin is your HUSBAND?" Jack asked in surprise. I thought he was your dad or something. "Actually, he has a son that's OLDER than me," Ely informed him. "Ohhhh fuck, man, you're gonna make me cum." Jack eased off. "Hey, don't stop...don't even slow down, I wanna orgasm with you...like last night," Ely objected. "You can make me cum really fast. Well...not...CUM cum but...you know." "I'm starting to feel it too," Jack told the masterful masturbator in his arms. "You jack off good." "Been practicing since I was two," Ely bragged. "They called me the 'Orgasm Kid' when I was in Kinderland, I went around orgasming so much. "You sure orgasm easily," Jack agreed, largely from experience. "AIIAIHHEHAOERIHOIEHOGHEHOOIHOOAHGOEII FUCCCCKKKKKK....ORGASM ALERT, ORGASM ALERT, FEELIN' IT...FEELIN' IT REALLY FUCKIN' STRONG, MAN, AGHOHOEAIHEORIH GOD, JACK, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP DOIN' THAT TO ME, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEEELS SOOO FUCKIN' GOOD AGOOAIOERHAOEHAHEHRHIEIHGHHHEHHH...!!!" "Make me orgasm too," Jack cried as his naked little boy body writhed about in Ely's clinging embrace. "I've got a ton of cum about to EXPLODE inside me, I need...aoghaoiehroh fuck yeah, oaoighoeiahoeh god, I need to...to....ghiiaieirohoi fuck, Ely, jack that fucker, jack that fucker, jack me off, kid, jack me, jack me, jack me off...offf...hgoaiehorih god sooo close...so...soooooo...AIIEIAOHRHEHRHHIEIIAIGIHEHHAHH CLOSSSEEE...GHAOEIROIHO GOD, THE FEELING...SOOO GOOD, GHAOEIRHOI FUCK, LOOK AT THAT FUCKER SPURT...FIVE OR SIX TIMES...GHOAIEORIOAHOE FUCCCCKKKK...FEELS GOOD, GOAIEHORIAHOEI YEAH, JACK IT, JACK IT, KEEP JACKIN' IT FOR ME, GHAOIEHROIHOIAHOIHA SEVEN...GHAOEIHROAIH YEAH...NICE ONE...NICE CUM...GHOAIEHORIH YEAH, ALL OVER BOTH OF US...WOOOOOOWWW...WHEW...WE'LL BOTH need a shower now." "Naw...don't wanna wash away the pheremones," Ely objected. "The...phere...whats?" Jack had never heard the term. "The smell of sex...turns people on...makes'em wanna fuck ya...or some other obscene sexual activity," Ely explained. "Some people find the smell of boy-cum just about overwhelming...impossible to resist. That's why I said I could go down in the and get twenty blow jobs any time I wanted, probably earn ten or twenty credits for one afternoon of shootin' my cum. "Hey, let's go down and see...see who can get sucked off the most," Jack suggested. "Ain't nothin' ELSE to do." "Ohhhhh yes there IS?" Ely suddenly announced. "We could go to the SpRITZ." "Ien said something about that...said it was pretty expensive," Jack recalled as the two of them wallowed in his cum. "It is, but...I know some guys," Ely winked, jumping to his feet, pulling Jack to his. "First we gotta get in uniform." "Uniform?" Jack questioned. "What kind of uniform." "Come on, I'll show ya," Ely cried excitedly as he headed for the e-closet. He punched some buttons, masturbated the joystick a bit, then hopped in the "bottle" as he called it. He held out his arms and the base began to turn. "SUPERMAN!" Jack laughed as Ely came out of the "bottle." "SuperBOY maybe," Ely laughed looking himself over in the mirror. Across his naked chest was emblazoned a sizable shield with a big "S" inside. Barely hiding his cock and balls was a small, red cup...nothing else. "The emblem...it's the Superman emblem...comic stip...must be over five-hundred years old," Jack carefully avoided giving away his own age. "Where's your red cape and all the rest?" "Cape?" Ely looked at him strangely. "What's a cape?" "Superman wore blue tights, a red pair of...trunks, I guess you'd say...and a red cape...red boots," Jack explained. "Sounds like it's be a nuisance when he fucked," Ely suggested suggestively. "I...never thought about it...never thought about him fucking, in fact." Jack pondered. "I don't think he ever fucked Lois Lane." "Who? "His girlfriend," Jack explained. "He never fucked his girlfriend? How come?" "Cartoon characters don't FUCK each other," Jack declared "Like hell, you should see Mitzy and Moe go at it!" Ely laughed. "Okay, Your turn..." Ely grandly offered the services of the machine to a rather reluctant Jack. "You're the most obscene kid I've ever seen," Jack told Ely as he looked him up and down. He was so small, he looked more like 'SuperKID'. "Children should be obscene and not heard," Ely joked. "That's the motto around here." He all but pushed Jack into the "bottle" then slammed the door. "Hold out your arms, spread your feet," he told Jack as the turntable began to rotate. "I...I feel soo...naked," Jack remarked as he stepped from the e-closet and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. "That's the whole idea. Don't fuck with the cup until you're ready to use what's inside, it's hard to get to stick back on," Ely advised. "How much is this gonna cost?" Jack worried. "Nothin'," Ely promised. "In fact, we'll probably come home RICH." "We're gonna SELL our cocks?" "RENT," Ely quickly corrected. "You got lots of cum left?" "I guess...how the hell should I know, I don't got no gas guage with a needle that says..." "You're wierd. What's a gas guage...and what does needles got to do with it?" Ely asked as they both donned soles for their feet. "Never mind," Jack decided a discreet explanation wouldn't be worth the time and effort. "What now?" "Don't get a hard on, the cup'll pop off," Ely warned. "What happens next is we go down to the SpRITZ and fuck our fuckin' BALLS off. You ever fuck your balls off?" "Uh...no...I'd say...inasmuch as I still got both of'em, no, I'd say not," Jack joked. "What's the most times you ever cummed in one night?" Ely asked as they left the unit and headed for the lifter. "Mmmmmm....mmmmmm...Orin know you're sneakin' out on the town?" Some guy asked as they boarded the lifter. "Just out to show my new friend a good time," Ely told him. "Thought maybe we'd hit the Disney." "Yeah, sure, I know what that 'S' stands for, and it's not Sesame Street," the guy told Ely. "That's 'S.S.' by the way." "Probably LAST night, maybe a dozen times. Is this legal?" Jack whispered to Ely as his tormentor got off the lifter. "We gonna get arrested?" "Arrested? For what? Sneakin' in the back door and pretending like we're staff?" Ely laughed. "Staff?" Jack gaped at him in disbelief. "Like...boy...whores?" "Probably, though I'm not sure what a 'whore' is," Ely admitted. "They're girls that...women, usually, who charge by the hour to let men fuck'em." Jack decided to sexually educate the sweet, sexy little boy he was starting to feel a cerain fondness for. "Nope...we ain't girls...obviously...and we only work just for tips," Ely explained the difference. Once down in the cavernous lobby, they sprinted for the air-door, then to the conveyor. "Love these moving sidewalks," Jack smiled down at the little boy with whom he was about to have the adventure of a lifetime. "What's a sidewalk?" Ely asked, not really interested, more to simply be polite than out of curiosity. "You know...sidewalks...concrete paths alongside the streets for people to walk on," Jack elaborated. "How far we gotta go?" "Less than a kilometer," Ely told him. "How far's that?" Jack asked. "Where the fuck you from, Timbuc-ONE?" Ely asked in amazement at Jack's apparent ignorance. "It's a thousand meters. Didn't you ever take a math module during indoctrination?" "I'm not much good at math," Jack made the excuse. "What ARE you good at...never mind, I know the answer to THAT," Ely teased. "You're gonna LOVE this place." "Aren't we kinda...too...young...you know?" Jack worried. "Isn't there an age limit." "Yeah, ya gotta be six and accompanied by a mentor if you're under twelve," Ely related. "But that's just PAYING suckers. The boys who work here...they're all ages about...well, mostly over six but..." "Mostly?" repeated, stunned by what he was hearing. "Who'd wanna fuck a six-year-old." "Six-year-olds are fun...IF you're six years old," Ely joked. "This it?" Jack gasped, gazing up at what looked for all the world like a Vegas casino, only with about twice as many hyperactive lights. "What, you were expecting Gothic spires and flying buttresses?" Ely teased. "Come on, this way," he called as he led the way, scampering into a dimly lit passageway between two buildings. They came to an unmarked door with a keypad beside it. "Six, six, six, one, oh, four, five." The door slid open. "What the FUCK?" Jack exclaimed as he and Ely were confronted by a large, dimly lit room with swirling, flashing lights, a damp misty fog, several large, but shallow, pools of swirling water full of naked men and boys, sexy music, lots of padded...everything...and most of all, a constant chorus of soft moaning sounds. "Lose the cup," Ely told him. "What?" Jack asked, his eyes so full of erotic sexual ecstasy, his mind could hardly cope. "Gees, must be a thousand guys here?" "I said, LOSE THE CUP," Ely repeated more loudly as he ripped off his own. "Yeah, it's kind of slow in the afternoon."