Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 02:09:12 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 32 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 THIRTY-TWO Although Des's birthday pool party wasn't supposed to start until 6:30, the doorbell rang about six. "I knew there'd be some horny little early birds," Jared told Doc Mathison as he left the folding table in the broad, entry foyer of "The Cliffs" to answer the door. He could see at least three boys waiting on the deck outside. "Len, Alec, Axel, Freddie, I knew you little fucks would be the first ones here," Jared greeted them all playfully by name as each boy came inside, gawking and gaping about, having not been in the main part of the palatially maodern house before. As donors, they'd always been admitted from the beach side straight to the lab. Three of the boys were clad in shorts with colorful t-shirts and sandles. Freddie wore only flipflops and blue jeans over his obscenely brief Speedos. Immediately the boys started pulling their shirts over their heads. "WOW, what a crib! Len gasped looking around. "Where's Des?" Alex asked as he tucked his shirt into the waistband of his trunks. "You guys line up here, we're gonna take this marker and write your first names on your bare chests, so you'll know each other and we can more easily identify your bodies if you drown," Jared told the boys as he neatly labeled Freddie's well-tanned, twelve-year-old chest. "That tickles," Freddie giggled as he looked down at his "name tag." "Hey, wait, don't you guys go getting naked yet," Jared stopped Alec from stripping down. We want to get a group picture of Des and all you guys out by the pool before the fucking starts." "That's A-X-E-L," Axel spelled out his name as Jared engraved it on the boy's broad, well-defined, fourteen-year-old, naked chest. It was all Jared could do to keep from mollesting the wildly seductive creature before him. "Where's the bar?" Alec inquired, looking about as Jared neatly printed his name on the sweetly beautiful little thirteen-year-old, who, with his longish hair and slender, immature little boy-body could easily pass for a girl, especially in that he was more than a little effeminate. "Alright, who'd I miss?" Jarred looked about, "...Len, get your cute little fuckin' ass back here, you ain't got branded yet." Len Harris was far and away the most beautiful boy of the whole bunch, his medium length, wavy, brown hair framing the most exquisite face and dark, long-lashed eyes Jared had ever seen. "Just don't put Lenard," Len requested. "I hate that name." "You cum yet today?" Jared whispered to the boy. Len shook his head. "I was saving it all for you...and Doc." He smiled so beautifully Jared couldn't resist leaning over and kissing the boy. "Thanks, I can't wait," Jared whispered back. "There's punch and snacks over there," he pointed, guessing that Doc had taken liberties with the punch. Jared wanted his favorite young boy-lover horny as hell when he found the time to enjoy him. "You spike the punch?" Len guessed. "Drink lots, it's good for you," jared winked, then addressed the mingling group of half-naked stud-muffins, "Hey, you guys, before you get too horny, check out the sign...the rules, and don't think we for a second won't enforce them, especially the one about drowning. "This the right place?" it was Mark Maris, one of the older boys. He'd come inside without ringing the bell. "Ohhhhh yeah...fuck yeah, god, you're gorgeous today," Jared greeted him. "Get your shirt off, we're writing names on everyone's chests so you'll know who you're fucking," Jared instructed as Mark complied. "Everyone pretty well knows ME," Mark objected as Jared printed the boy's name neatly on his left pec, then kissed this boy too. Mark reached for his head and held their lips together for several seconds as their tongues got acquainted. "Mmmm, you ain't lost your touch. I'm gettin' hard already." "Well, just keep your pants on Romeo, we wanna get a picture of everyone before you get indecent. "Punch bowl's over there." "Punch bowl? Fruit juice? No fuckin' beer?" Mark objected. "I think I'll fuckin' leave right now." "Forget it, you know Doc well enough to know he ain't gonna get arrested giving you fucksticks alcohol," Jared smacked Mark on the back sending him on his way to a beverage concoction probably far more illegal than beer. "Well, five down, forty-five more to go," Jared mumbled to himself as he saw two more boys come in, the gorgeously beautiful Teddy Bates and his friend whom Jared couldn't recall at the moment. "Hey, guys how's it hangin'?" He greeted them both. "Get your shirts off, we're giving you each tattoos with your name on your chest," Jared joked. "Cool," Teddy acquiessed as Jared did his best calligraphy on the boy's naked chest. "I'm sorry, I can't remember your name...I should know it...damn," Jared struggled to connect a name to the boy strikingly attrative face. "Terrence, Terrence Dorman," the slender, well-built boy supplied his name. "THAT'S right, now I remember...one hell of a fuckin' cocksucker, right?" Jared recalled the boy's talented lips and appetite for male sperm. "How old are you now, kid?" "Fifteen. That's okay, right? Fifteen's not too old?" the boy worried. "Fifteen is perfect. You two lovers?" Jared suspected. "Fuckin' right, he's got more of my cum in his belly than I got in my balls," Teddy joked. "Where's the little birthday boy?" "He and Jack are down on the beach," Jared informed the two. "Jack's keeping him out of the way and occupied till everyone gets here. Over there, drinks are on the house...well, on the bar, actually, we didn't have ladders tall enough to climb up on the roof." "Here come three more," Terrence nodded as more guests arrived--four, actually. "Hey, guys, get your shirts off, you gotta get your name on your chests," Terrence instructed the newcomers, almost before they were in the door. "Fuck, the're just little kids..." He looked down on Mick Richards, Eddie Holmes, a blond-headed Devon Hayes, and Eustice's Hammond. "You little fuckers old enough to shoot your cum yet?" One by one the boys looked about, intimidated both by the oppulent surrundings and their reception by an older boy none of them knew. "Don't mind him, he's just worried he won't get any," Jared told the boys as each one got half naked and got their names added to their sexy little boy-bodies. "Keep your pants on until we get a group pic taken then..." "Were we supposed to bring birthday presents?" little Eustace inquired as Jared checked his guest list for the correct spelling of the boy's name. "I think you're just being here will be present enough," Jared sought to ease the sweet little eleven-year-old's mind. Just seeing the boys one by one come in had his cock so hard it was downright painful. "Remember me, Phillip Boron?" Jared heard a voice behind him. He turned around to face a breathtakingly beautiful boy of about fifteen, his shirt already off, his pants half-way unbutton, a tiny patch of pubic hair barely visible. "Hooooo my GAWD, how could I forget," Jared took the boy in his arms, kissing him, all but raping him right there on the spot. "Damn, you get more beautiful every day," Jared held the boy at arms length, then kissed him again." "I got a ton of cum saved up, hope this ain't a dud," Phillip forced a smile as Jared finally got around to printing the boys's name. "Two Ls...P.H.I.L.L.I.P," the decliciously beautiful boy spelled it out for him, as he felt Jared fondle and carress his boyish "six-pack" of naked abdominal boyflesh. "There's drinks and food over there," Jared told the boy, pointing to a buffet table on the deck overlooking the broad, expansive, glistening pool." "Good heavens, they're starting to line up outside, go let'em in," Doc observed in near panic. "People might drive by and wonder what's going on. "Doc, this place is on a cul-du-sac. There's a gate and guard at the other end of the drive, ain't nobody gonna...drive by," Jared laughed as he headed for the door. "Hey, Jared my man, what's happening?" Bobby Watson, a cute fourteen-year-old greeted him. "Your cock hard yet?" As if asking wasn't enough he copped a feel to find that, indeed, it was hard. "Save it for later, Bobby, right now get your shirt off, Doc will write a name tag on your chest. "Can we get naked now?" Bobby asked stripping off his shirt, then reaching for his belt. "Later, after we take some pics with Des and you guys out by the pool," Jared instructed for what seemed like the two-hundredth time. "Come on in boys, Urich, Winston, Davey, and...Lexus? I thought you said you couldn't make it." "I got horny and decided what the hell," Lexus said as he followed the lead of the boys in front of him and started stripping down. "Leave the pants on till later," Jared told him sharply. "And mind your fuckin' manners, so help me, if you start anything I'll..." "I promise, I'll be...hoooooo shit, look at this place," Lexus gaped about, "Doc really knows how to live." "This is Urich...U.R.I.C...is it H or K? Jared introduced the quiet, soft-spoken blond, thirteen-year-old to Dr. Mathison. "Urich, with an H," the delicately featured young boy told Doc shyly. "And this little guy is Winston Cash. He's fourteen," Jared introduced the second boy in a line that kept getting longer as one boy after another arrived and came on in the open front doors. "I know he doesn't look a day over eleven but..." "I remember this one," Doc greeted Davey Logan as he finished with Winston and jotted "Davey" across the chest of the girlish looking boy. "Kid, if you get any more...beautiful...don't be insulted, no other word fits." "I'm not, Doc, I enjoy being beautiful." Davey told him as he looked down at this chest to make sure Doc had included an 'e' in his name. "And this...this is Lexus," Jared announced in a none-too-friendly tone. "He gives you any trouble, just drown him in the pool, then we'll throw his carcus off the balcony for the sharks." "Hey, fuck you, Anderson," Lexus reacted. "I already told you, I took a 'johnnybgood' pill before a came." "Yeah, right," Jared sighed, his voice nearly a sneer in tone. "Let's see, who we have next, ahh...Will...uhhh...Will Roman, right?" Without his list handy Jared was having to recall each boy's name from memory. "Will...glad you could come," Doc greeted the attractive young brown-haired boy. "How old are you, Will?" "It's not Roman, it's Ranson, and I'm thirteen," Will corrected, eyeing Jared with distain. "And after all the cum I've shot for you guys..." "I'm sorry, of course, how could we forget," Doc appologized to the deliciously beautiful young boy. "Jared, you better get your list, before we have a riot here." "And this is Jay Louis," Jared introduced the tall, fifteen-year-old. "You're fifteen, right?" "Going on twenty-three," Jay told Doc brightly. "How old are you? You ever get your PhD in cocksucking?" "Just you wait, you'll find out before the night's over," Doc grinned at the boy Jared had assured him was the house comedian for the evening. "And this handsome young man is Cadence Rowland," Jared introduced the next boy. "Cadence, take off your sweater, it's warm enough, I don't think you'll need it tonight. "I'm fifteen," Cadence told Doc without being asked, having heard the earlier name and age routine. "Cadence...interesting name...I like it," Doc smiled. "Listen, son, Jared tells me you're not too fond of...fems. Is that true?" Cadence shrugged silently, not having expected a lecture almost before he got in the front door. "Well, young man, there are two or three...maybe more here who...well, let's just say they're kind of...sweet. You understand?" Doc continued. "I can take a hint," Cadence nodded soberly. "You do like boys, right?" Doc questioned. "It's girls I'm not too fond of...or boys who think they're girls." Cadence explained. "I understand," Doc nodded. "I know you'll be on your best behavior...no trouble, right?" Cadence nodded in silence then headed toward the buffet. "I'm more worried about him than your friend Lexus," Doc confessed softly to Jared. "Who we have next?" "Well, I'm sure you'll remember this one, Flip...Flip Zolly...our biggest donor," Jared hugged the young thirteen-year-old. "You didn't cum today did you?" "Just once...a little, when I woke up with a boner this morning," Flip admitted. "I tried not to shoot very much." "Right," Jared sighed. "Food's over there," he pointed. "Some of these boys I recognize, most I feel like I've never seen before," Doc whispered to Jared as the next boy approached. "You're Ruben...uhhh...Casterlox, right?" "Glox...CasterGLOX," the boy corrected. "Twelve, right?" Doc recalled as he wrote the boy's name on his chest. "Leave your pants on until after the pictures," Doc added as he noticed the boy's jeans creeping lower and lower around his slender hips. The kid obviously wore no trunks or underwear. "And what's your name, little boy, I forget," Jared asked the next in line, a pretty little dark-haired sweetheart who looked to be even younger than Des. "I'm Roman...Roman Easton. I'm twelve," The boy recited his personal statistics as Doc printed his first name on his chest. "We allowed to...you know...do stuff with each other...you know...naked...naked stuff?" he asked shyly. "Stuff?" Doc teased the boy. "Fuck and suck and stuff," Roman whispered back softly. "Sure, just don't waste your cum, okay..." Doc whispered back. "Jared will pass out little bottles for you to clean up your cum when you shoot. "I don't shoot much...a little...a few drops," The young boy-child explained softly. "Don't worry about it, whatever you can contribute will be most appreciated." Doc confided softly to the boy. "This here cute little imp is Stormy Wyles," Jared introduced the next bare-chested teen. "He's fourteen. Watch yourself around him, he's probably got a woopie cushion hidden on him somewhere. "Maybe we should have a strip search before we even let him in," Jared teased the good-natured boy. "If he wasn't so damned fuckin' cute, someone would have assassinated him years ago." "I got my body guard here, he protects me," Stormy gazed up adoringly at the boy behind him, Wes Wright. "Just look at all them muscles. No one messes with me when he's around." "Yes, I've always admired Wes' physique," Doc looked the boy over from head to toe. "Fourteen, right?" "Almost fifteen...next week." Wes proclaimed, flexing his abs more than a little, "We take care of each other." "Yes, I've seen the way he takes care of you," Jared smiled. "Next, move along, hey...Avery my man," Jared greeted the next boy, gifted with a lovely smiling face and an inordinant amount of wavy blond hair down to his shoulders. "Doc, this is our NEWEST donor...just started last week...a little watery but...pretty good quantity, though." "Welcome to The Cliffs," Doc greeted the boy, shaking his tiny hand. "Jared, how do you do it? These kids just keep getting cuter...more beautiful with every one that comes in." "It's a gift," Jared winked at his boss. "And this is Tim Thomas, and he's about the horniest fucker on the planet," Jared introduced the next boy with his black "wife-beater" and thong-like bikini. Tim didn't take off his shirt, he simply shrugged one shoulder strap halfway down his arm to give Doc room to print his name. On his head was a reversed baseball cap. He was cute, but no one would have ever guessed he was gay. "It's Tim, not Timmy," Tim demanded. "When's the fuckin' start?" "Soon as everyone gets here, get's checked in, and Des gets up here." Jared informed the boy. "How many more?" Doc asked as he noticed there was only two boys left in what had been a long line of delicious looking boyflesh. "Uhhh...This is Dougie Perry and this is Lee Thames, that leaves uhhhhh...Ward Lowe, Pete Paulson, Randy my cousin (he's never on time for anything), John Evans, Basil Long, Ty Taylor, Jupiter Wilson, little Lance Parsons, Rufus Evans, The Ailes twins, Robin and Raven, Barry Stevens, Steve Peterson, Mick Richards, Pat Eckert, Eddie Holmes, Devon Hayes, Reese Hazelton, and Stu Sampson. He was one of the 'Maybes'." Jared began counting off the missing. "...eighteen, nineteen, twenty...little less than half aren't here yet and it's almost six." "We'll wait a few more minutes," Doc decided, "then you can take the elevator down and retrieve Jack and Des," he instructed Jared. "You think Des suspects anything?" "Oh, probably, he's a smart little fucker...smart as he is cute," Jared added. "But he's too polite to let on, he wouldn't want to ruin it for you. Ahhh...look, a couple more...Reese and Devon...and finally... Randy, where the fuck you been, kid?" Jared asked his thirteen-year-old cousin as the boy hustled to get in line behind the other two. "Mom almost didn't let me come, we couldn't find my Speedos," Randy explained. "I had a notion to tell her I wouldn't be needin' them much." "Don't you fuckin' dare," Jared snapped. "Our mothers would take turns killing us if they knew what we're doing here tonight."