Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 01:26:42 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox, Chapter 29 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 TWENTY-NINE Jack awoke the next morning to the pleasant sensation of lips moving gently up and down over his hard, throbbing, young boy-cock. He looked down over his slender, naked, fully exposed body to see Doc Mathison, lying between his outstretched legs, eyes turned upward, watching his reaction. "Nice..." Jack said simply, then closed his eyes once more, surrendering every morsel of adolescent boy-flesh within him to the growing pleasure of sexual aching Doc was giving him. Doc began to move faster, now that Jack was fully awake, enjoying the slender, rigid delight of pulsating boy-cock between his lips. "MMmmmmmmmmmmmm...yeahhhhhhh," Jack moaned. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck yeahhhhhh....mmmmmm...yeah, feels good." Doc began to deep-throat him now, rapidly sucking in and out all six inches of Jack's cock. "Ohhhhhhh god, Doc, that feels goood...ahhghahhhahmmmmmmmyeahhhhh, keep doin' that, man, keep doin' that, feels sooooo fuckin' gooooood," Jack moaned in ever-growing pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh fuck....aooahoaihhhahhh god, the feelings you're giving me, Doc, oahahhhh fuck, mmmmmmm, yeah, yeah, do it to me, man, do it to me, ahghahhhh yeah, feeelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it sronger and stronger, man, ahahhhhh god, ahhhh...ahhhhh....." "Gettin' ya there?" Doc asked, lifting his lips from Jack's cock and smiling up at him. "Oahhhahhah dammit, Doc, don't do that to me, ahhahhh fuck, I was...almost....suck it, suck it, suck me offf, man, suck me off...ahhahhahhhhhhhh..." "Say please," Doc teased, his lips just millimeters from Jack's cockhead, now oozing precum like crazy. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkk...please, please, please, suck it, suck it, suck me off, suck me fuckin' offfff....." Doc simled. "Enjoy the ride," he murmurred the sucked back down on Jack's tortured hard cock. "Aahhahhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jack moaned as he felt Doc's lips once more sweeping up and down over his surging boyhood. "Ohhhhhh fuck, Doc, ahhahhha god, suck me offf, suck me offffff...I need it, I need to cum...soooo bad, sooooooo fuckin' bad, ghoaeooiahhhahhha Doc, Doc, Doc, feels...feeellll...ahghhaehhh yeah, more, more, harder, faster, keep suckin' it, keep suckin' it, gonna make me cum, gonna make me....make me...DOC!" Jack screamed as Doc suddenly stopped and grinned up at him. "You fuckin' BASTARD!" "Hey, watch the names," Doc teased, swatting Jack's hand away from his cock as the boy tried to finish the job himself. "Your cock belongs to ME...you're whole, beautiful, naked boy-body belongs to me, to do with as I like to fuck or suck or....say please." "Ohhhhhh fuck Doc, don't do this to me, let me cum, suck my cock, and make me cum, aoghhehahehh fuck, I've got such a load...I can't stand it, I can't...ahhahhehd fuck, please, please, suck that fucker, suck me off, suck me off, I wannna...ahghhehaoeihoaiheoh god, I wanna cum, make me cum, make me cum, make me...ahhahhahhhhhhh yeah, ahhhahha yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhhh," Jack cooed as Doc once more returned to his cock, sucking down on him, using his throat to deliciously tease Jack's hypersensitive cockhead. "Ahhhhhhh yeah, ahhahhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, ahgoeaihoh, yeah, yeah, ahhahahh god, feels good, feels good, ahhhahhh man, yeah, yeah, ahhh yeah, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' my cock, ahghehaoihoah yeah...aahahhhhYEAHHHHHHHH...AIIIEAIEIGH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, CUMMIN' AHGOEAIEHAHEHHHHHHGHHHH, SUCK IT, MAN, SUCK MY CUM, AHGOEOAIEOIHFUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCCCKKKKKK, FEELS GOOD, FEELLLLSSSSS SOO GOOD!!" "YOU LITTLE FUCKER YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE...OAHHAHHEH GOD, YOU WEREN'T FUCKIN' KIDDING, YOU GOT SUCH A FUCKIN' LOOOAAADDD...OAHHHAH GEES, KID, BLASTIN' YOUR CUM, CLEAR UP TO YOUR FOREHEAD, AHGOEIAHOEH YEAH, DO IT, BOY, DO IT, DO IT, KEEP DOIN' IT, SHOOT, THAT BOY-CUM, MAN, AHHAHHHH FUCK...WOWWWWW....AHHAHHHAHH FUUCCCCKKKKK! "KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP JACKIN' ME, MAN, KEEP PUMPIN' THAT COCK, PUMPIN' THE CUM RIGHT UP OUTTA MY BALLS, AHGOEIHAOEIH FUCK DOCK, AHAHHHAHH MAN, ORGASMING ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE...AHGHEOAAOEAHHEHH....AHEIIEIGIHHHHH, FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" Jack cried out in orgasmic exultation as his cock seemingly would not stop. "AHHAHHAHHAHHHHHHH AHAHHHAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." Jack slowly collapsed back down to the bed as Doc slowed his stroking motion on Jack's tortured boy-cock. "Ahhhahhah fuck, that was incredible, kid, lay still, I gotta scoop up all this shit, man, you just, gave twice as much as I usually get milkin' a boy's cock like that," Doc told him as he scrambled from the bed to get a small petri dish he kept nearby. "Don't move, it's hard to get much off the sheets." "You missed some, up here, on my shoulder...there on my arm too," Jack directed Doc as the man, cleaned him up, collecting most of what Jack had ejaculated." "Seems like they don't call you 'jackin' Jack Cox' for nothing," Dock laughed. "Sorry about the edging, but...as you can see, makes boys like you shoot lots more cum if I can cause a buildup like that." "Whew...that literally takes a lot out of me," Jack sighed, stretching out the kinks. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta piss like Niagara Falls." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his cock only a little less hard that it had been at the height of his orgasm. "Right. I guess I better be scraping together some bread and water for the two sex maniacs," Doc told him as he pulled his robed over his nakedness. "How long ya gonna keep'em in quarentine?" Jack asked as he aimed his stream into the commode. "Till after breakfast...after you've had time to orgasm my son two or three times, take the edge off, ya know," Doc called from the kitchen. "With Susan...doin' her girl thing...she'll not be needing your...services for a day or two, you and Des can...hell, 24-7 for all I care." "Maybe Des could take that kind of cock action, but...after what you just did to me, it's gonna be a while," Jack told him. "Maybe at least an hour," he laughed. "Damn, do I need a shower," Jack told himself out loud, now feeling that need more than the growling in his stomach. "Hurry up, breakfast is ready," Doc yelled at Jack from the kitchen. "What's cookin'?" Jack asked as he came, his cock merely half-hard, swinging back and forth now after having dried it off. "Here, take the toaster in there, here's a box of Pop Tarts, enjoy," Doc handed him the small appliance, a box of toaster pastries, and an unopened carton of orange juice. "Where you keep the glasses?" Jack sat the stuff down and started opening cupboard doors. "What? You too good to drink out of the carton?" Doc eyed him in amusement. "I thought that's the only way teenage boys knew how." Doc flipped him the key to Des's room. Jack smiled, then grabbed up Des' breakfast parapheralia again. "Right." He stopped long enough to grab some napkins on the way then headed for Des' prison cell. "Hey, what's up Dick Tracy," Jack greeted Des as the boy lay out on top of his neatly made bed, slowly stroking his four-inch boycock. "I am," Des proudly humped his tiny pelvis up from the bed, lest Jack miss his point. "Where the fuck ya been, I ain't been sucked off since sometime yesterday." "Which is it? You horny or hungry?" Jack teased as he sat down the toaster on the nightstand and plugged it in. "Both! Pop a couple in then start suckin' me, I can eat and face-fuck you both at the same time," Des insisted. "But I'm hungry too, and I'm sure I can't do both at the same time." Jack objected. "What flavor?" Des reached for the box. "Cherry...love cherry." "Yes, after yesterday with your sister, I can imagine," Jack goaded him. "Oh, sure, like she ain't been cherry for a year or more," Des insisted. "Who was her first?" Jack asked. "Hell, how should I know...dad maybe for all I know." Des laughed as the toaster popped up and Des grabbed his beakfast. Jack to the other one. "Your dad?" Jack reacted in surprise. "After all his anti-incest lectures? I doubt it." Jack said firmly. "Susan's not the type to stand for a lecture on family chastity if she was being fucked by her own father." "Tim, maybe, or Bill, Steve, Lodi, Juan, Abel, Linderman...could be any of them and maybe a dozen more?" Des suggested. "Sounds like your big sister is quite the slut," Jack told her brother. "Well, dad has around FIFTY teenaged donors, not all come every day but...he, he, CUM every day...I punned." "And for that one you should be PUNished," Jack decreed. "Another day in solitary for bad bed behavior." "Hurry up and finish, I need sucked." Des urged, his own mouth full of cherry Pop Tart. Jack was about to go for a second one but one look at Des' throbbing hard boy-cock, he decided he was more hungry for it that anything from the toaster. Instead he put a second one in for Des then suddenly sucked down completely on Des's cock, quite glad that Des was young enough and small enough he could take it all in with no trouble. "Mmmmmm yeahhhhh," Des sighed in pleasure, his mouth still full of his abreviated breakfast. He start fumbling with the OJ carton to open it. "OoooOOOhhhhh oooops!" Des cried as, instead, he managed to spill more than a little over his slender nakedness, as he lay out naked in his bed. "Damn, that's COLD!" "Mmmmmm, orange flavored sex," Jack teased as he deserted Des's cock in favor of licking and lapping up the orange liquid from Des' trembling belly, loins, and chest. "Never mind that, get back to work on my cock, I need to cum really bad," Des insisted, pushing Jack's head back down toward his upthrust boy-cock, then forcing his way between Jack's sucking lips. "MMMMMmmmahhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's better, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, man, suck that fucker, suck that fucker, suck me, suck me, suck me off, fucker, ahhahhahh yeah, feels goood, feels soooo goooooddd...ahhhhhh." Jack lifted his lips from Des's cock. "Spill some more juice, this is thirsty work." Des dumped nearly half a carton full over Jack's head. "Suck that, cocksucker, suck that!" "You horny little FUCKER!" Jack cried out. The juice was ice cold. "Your dad is gonna kill you soaking the bed like that. I've half a notion to tell him you wet the bed." "Not after he gets a whiff of YOU...you reek of orange juice, not piss." Des teased. "You're a spoiled little brat, you know that," Jack rhymed. "Just tryin' to live up to my reputation," Des forced Jack's head back down over his heaving, thrusting, young boy-cock. "Now SUCK me, fucker, suck me off, suck me completly off, oahhghheahhhhf fuck, give me the best orgasm I ever had." "I thought Susan did that yesterday," Jack suggested. "She tried, but...that was yesterday, anyway. You can suck better than anyone I know," Des noted. "Now do it to me, I'm gettin' tired of waitin', I wanna cum, fucker, make me cum, mothafucka, make me fuggin' cum!" "Gawd, you got a dirty mouth," Jack once more left Des hanging on the edge. "You fuckin' PIG, suck me!" Des ordered, now face fucking Jack unmercifully. "Suck me, suck me hard, man, harder, faster, harder faster, ohhahhahhh dam, Jack gettin' to me, gonna do it to me, gonna make me cum, I can feel it, gettin' me sooooo fuckin' close...almost...almost, ohahhahh god, yes...YES, YES, YES, OOAHHAHHH YES, FUCKIN' YESSSSS!!" Jack pulled off and stroked the boy's cock with a ruthless abandon, knowing it was highly unlikely, but still hoping he might be the first to unleash the boy's immature spermeries, causing him to ejaculate. "CUM ON, CUM ON, CUM ON, JACK, SUCK ME OFF, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, MAKE ME FUCKIN' CUM, I WANNA FUCKIN' CUM SOOOOO BAD, OHHAHHAHHAHH FUCK, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW GOOD THIS FEELS, AHHAHHAHHH GOD, KILLIN' ME, MAN, AHHGHHAHE FUCK, FUCK, JACKIN' ME, JACKIN' ME, MAN, JACKIN' ME OFF, KEEP JACKIN' ME OFF, FEELS LIKE I'M READY TO SHOOT." "IN YOUR DREAMS, TOAD, IN YOUR DREAMS! GOD, YOU'RE ONLY TEN, YOU'RE LUCKY TO EVEN HAVE A DRY ORGASM." Jack told him. "Some boys never cum until they're sixteen or eighteen." "I'm almost eleven," Des revealed. "When, next YEAR?" Jack teased the boy as he continued stroking Des' cock. "Nope, TOMORROW," Des insisted, "Just ask Dad." "Happy birthday, horndog." Jack laughed. "Pop another one of them cherry fuckers in the toaster, suckin' off horny little naked boys is hard fuckin' work!" -------------------------- "Wellll, how's our young sexpot this morning?" Doc Mathison greeted his daughter as he brought her a tray laden with grapefruit sections, some Fruit Loops, a banana, and skim milk. For once she wasn't butt naked. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, no bra (not that she much needed one). "Where's the OJ? I can't believe you forgot my OJ!" Susan looked down at the meager breakfast in disgust. "I sent the carton with Jack to Des's room. I forgot to pour you any...sorry," Doc appologized. "What!? Des gets OJ and I don't?" "Boy, aren't YOU miss happy-go-lucky this morning," Doc reacted, kissing his daughter on the forehead. "You look nice." "You lock me up in solitary confinement like a common criminal then you expect a few kind words and a little flattery to get..." "Hush!" Doc told his daughter sharply. "You're as much at fault as your brother...maybe more, you should have known better...you're older. You could have fought him off if you'd wanted to." "I had an itchy cunt," Susan confessed between mouthfuls of cereal by way of an excuse. "Let's HOPE not, I'd have to perscribe a supository, maybe a chastity belt." Doc teased his daughter just as the phone beside her bed rang. Doc reached and answered it. "Dr. Steven Mathison residence, this is Dr. Mathison speaking." "Damn, you're answering your own phone these days?" The woman's voice on the other end greeted him. "Hello, Elsa, what can I do for you this fine morning," Doc asked solemnly and dryly. "Put Susan on," Doc's ex-wife demanded. "I'm doing fine, and how you feeling these days? How's that thyroid? Still giving your problems?" Doc asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Shut the fuck up. And I'll have you know my thyroid has given me no problem whatsoever after I got out of that guilded hellhole of yours," Elsa reacted angrily. "Now put Susan on the line, dammit." "Your dearly departed mother wishing to hurrang you," Doc sighed, handing Susan the receiver. "Mom, guess what, I'm having my very first period...right now. Can you believe that?" Susan blurted. Doc tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laughed, knowing instinctively the look that must now be on his ex-wife's face. "That's nice dear," Elsa replied. "Listen, Susan, the reason I called, Richard and I are going to be leaving tomorrow afternoon for Italy for the summer...Florence, Rome, the Amalfi coast..." "Who?" Susan grimmaced, looking down at the phone in her hand, as if to see if it was really her mother on the other end. "Who? Whadaya mean, who?" "Who the fuck's Richard?" Susan asked. "Hey, that's no way to talk to your mother," Elsa Lymon told her daughter. "Okay, politely, who's this Richard guy?" "Richard...my HUSBAND...Richard Lymon...you met him at the wedding. You were the flower girl. He's the one kissed you on the lips and grossed you out..." "Ohhhhh...THAT Richard...I thought his name was DICK," Susan recalled. "I always called him DICK. I always thought of him as a DICK." "Daughter, that's not a bit funny. He hates being called Dick and you know it." Elsa told her. "Anyway, we thought you might like to come along...spend the summer with us...there's lots to see in Italy." "Can we see David?" Susan asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. "David?" Susan's mother repeated, having no idea who her daughter was talking about. "You know...that big naked guy in the museum..." "Big naked guy...Ohhhhhhhh...you mean, Michelangelo's David?" Elsa almost laughed in relief. "Yes, David is at the Uffizi in Florence, I suppose we can," she agreed. "Wait a sec, let me ask dad," Susan covered the phone mouthpiece. "Mom wants me to go with them to Italy for the summer." Susan blurted. "Can I?" "May I," Doc corrected. "May you what?" "It's 'may I', not 'can I' Doc clarified his words. "You REALLY want to spend an entire summer with that...bit...witch?" "Not really but I'd love spending a whole summer teasing Dick." Susan confessed. "You remember Dick? You said he looked like Barney Fife." "Okay, but don't forget your chastity belt," Doc teased. "Daaaaaddd...it's mom, remember. Believe me, with her ridin' my ass, the last thing I'll need is a chastity belt," Susan rolled her eyes in dismay, "long as I can fend off...'daddy DICK'." "Well..." "Please..." Susan begged. "When they leaving?" Doc asked. "When you leaving?" Susan repeated into the phone. "You'll have to hurry, catch a plane from L.A. to New York...Idlewild, tonight, we sail on the Queen Mary tomorrow afternoon," Elsa explained. "TONIGHT?" Susan squealed in surprise and excitement. "TONIGHT?" Doc repeated, no less surprised, but a good deal less excited than his daughter in contemplaiting her leaving on such short notice. "That's what the old ball and chain said," Susan confirmed. "They're sailing on the Queen tomorrow afternoon." "Listen darling, don't you EVER call her that," Doc warned. "She'll toss you off the fantail for a nice long swim." "YOU used to call her..." "Enough!" Doc told her sternly. "Now I have to remember where I stashed your passport." "You didn't, I have it," Susan revealed. "Can I go?" "May I go," Doc correcated again. "Well, I don't know," Susan replied. "Dad wants to know if he can go too?" Susan asked her mother, then pulled the receiver far from her ear as her mother erupted loudly in a string of obscenities. "She says she loves you dearly, but doesn't think it would be appropriate," Susan translated. "Tell her yes," Doc decided. "God, it'll be a relief to be rid of that smart-assed mouth of yours for the summer." "Mom...he said yes! He said I can go," Susan cried into the receiver. "Tell...DICK...I said, hi," Doc told her loudly enough for his ex to hear on the other end; then got up to go look for an airline schedule from LAX to New York.