Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 01:29:25 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 3 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. The sexual encounters are primarily gay, but in a few instances, bisexual. 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 THREE It was hard to say what time it was the next morning when Jack woke up. There were no windows in the orgy room, no clock, only deeply padded floors, the huge bed, mirrors, colored lights, and an entire alcove of lifelike, life-sized, 3-D images of mostly boys still fucking and sucking each other in every conceivable combinations...and some Jack decided were pretty INconceivable as well. The show had been going on for several hours, recycling about every three hours. The orgy had gone on for hours too, probably most of the night, before everyone had eventually fallen asleep, often with limp cocks in their mouths. Jack couldn't even begin to count, or even recall, how many times he'd shot his cum...far more than he'd ever thought possible, in any case. Jack looked about. He was alone on the bed. On the far side of the room, he could see Ely sprawled naked. Even asleep he was about the most beautiful, sexiest, little boy Jack had ever seen. No wonder he'd been enjoying his cock since he was three or four. It had, by now, shrunk to less than half it's size before. Jack looked down at his own hairless boy-cock. It was hard. He needed to piss. "You still alive?" Ien asked, staring down at him from beside the bed. Ien was hard too. "Where do you pee around here?" Jack asked stirring from his slumber. "God, I dreamed I sucked off every cock here twice last night." "Try three or FOUR times," Ien laughed, "and it was no dream. He wasn't joking, just amused. "Ohh...just outside the door, theres a urinarium." Ien helped Jack to his feet. "I hope that means bathroom," Jack smiled wryly. "We've completely separated bathing from the expulsion of various bodily wastes," Ien explained. "That we still do in private. Bathing, however, is an openly erotic exercise usually done with others, usually involving orgasmic activity. "Like you and me at the lab, right?" Jack smiled as he entered the tiny booth and closed the door behind him. For some unknown reason, he found himself locking it. "You hungry?" Ien asked as Jack emerged naked from the "urinarium." "Starved...anything but CUM," Jack rolled his eyes. "Got any bacon and eggs?" "What kind of eggs?" Ien asked. "Scrambled," Jack was so hungry his tongue was practically hanging out. "Orange juice would be nice, too." "No bacon...that's illegal...not good for ya...makes ya FAT," Ien told him. "Let's see what LEX is up to this morning." "You know, I just realized," Jack remarked thoughtfully, "I've not seen one fat person since I came here...everyone is slim and slender and...god, never saw so many six-packs in my life...and pecs like...uhhh...tits...not so much..." "Genetic engineering, lifts, and good diet...lots of sex...not much nursing of babies, though," Ien smiled down, hugging his boy. "What kind of eggs?" "I said..." "No, I mean what kind of scrambled eggs, we have about twenty different kinds," Ien explained. "I could have LEX whip you up a cocktail of scrambled eggs...half a dozen or so different kinds." "Okay, so long as their BIG eggs...you got ostrich eggs?" Jack joked. "What the fuck's an ostrich?" Ien looked at him strangely. "Some kind of bird, I take it? Or reptile? I like gatoreggs myself." "You don't know what...an ostrich is a bird bigger'n you and me put together," Jack explained...comes from Africa I think." "They don't have birds in Africa. They ate them all centuries ago." Ien told him. "LEX the kid's starved, make him a six-egger with pork soy." "Ooooooo, I hate pork soy," LEX complained. "So do I but...the kid's hungry for bacon...which I think they used to get from those dirty hog animals," Ien explained to the nearly naked android with his silly chef's hat cocked rakishly to one side. "See what you can do...improvise." "NO...don't improvise...no more dog soup!" Jack recoiled in horror as he sat down before a tiny little glass of yellowish liquid. He tasted it. "Ooooooooooo, what the fucccckkkkk....uuuueeehhhhhhchhhhh. Tastes like piss!" "You...you drink piss?" "No...but...god, what is it?" "Triceptor necter," Ien gave it a name. "Tastes a little like your orange juice they say." "Like HELL it does," Jack reluctantly took another sip. He made a face in disgust. "Got any water...this shit needs a chaser." "Chaser?" Ien looked at him strangely, like a puppy dog cocking his head in curiosity. "You don't have...you know...just plain...WATER?" "LEX!" Ien cried. "I heard him." LEX quickly appeared bearing a shiny metal tumbler of what Jack hoped was good old H2O. "Water for the boy...coming right up. Your omelet will be done in 33.3 seconds." "Damn, I was hoping for more like 25 seconds." Jack teased the android, who looked at him strangely, apparently devoid of a sense of humor. "He's kidding," Ien laughed. "Go crack some more eggs, I'm hungry too." "We're out of gators, want some caviar?" LEX questioned. "Yeah...uhhhh...scrambled," Ien joked. "Scrambled caviar...raw, boiled, broiled, or fried?" LEX had a sense of humor after all. "Don't you guys eat CHICKEN eggs?" Jack shook his head in amusement. "Or are they outlawed too?" "No, but we modify them to reduce the cholesterol...I don't think you'd approve," Jack smiled as LEX returned with Jack's omelet. Then hovered over him, apparently interested in Jack's reaction. It looked more appetizing than it was, but Jack was so hungry, he managed to wolf it down. "Toast?" LEX and Ien both looked at one another in dismay. "Burnt bread?" Jack translated. "ALMOST burnt bread, with butt...margarine on it," he added, realizing that butter had probably been long since outlawed too. "Strawberry jam would be nice too," Jack called after LEX as he left." "This might take a while," Ien advised. "Toast?" Jack questioned. "Don't you have toasters here in the 25th century." "No, as a matter of fact, we don't," Ien explained. "Actually, though it's the BREAD that could take a while, he'll have to make and bake it first, then figure out how to...burn?...it...almost." "Whatever," Jack sighed, shrugging his shoulders, going back for a sip of water to wash the linger taste of tricepto necter from his mouth." "I hope the data bank has something on...jammed strawberries." Ien added. "You don't know what strawberries are?" Ien asked in amazement. "I saw one once...red with a green stem, about the size of an apple?" Ien recalled. "It was in a horticultural museum." "An APPLE?" Jack laughed. "You sure it WASN'T an apple? You still have apples?" "Of course...one thing though..." Ien paused. "How do you...JAM a strawberry?" "The dough is rising," LEX returned to tell them. "Ien, where do we get straw?" "Ohhhhhh forget it," Jack sighed, taking a last swig of what he hoped was ordinary water and wiping his lips with a napkin. I'll find a cock to suck off...what's happening today?" "We're off to see the wizard, " Ien told him as they got up, leaving LEX to his bread baking experiment. "Uhh...what do we wear?" Jack asked, looking down at his naked young boy-body and upthrust boy-cock. "Mmmm...about anything you want, I guess," Ien told him. "Come here, I'll show you." "What's this?" Jack asked as they stood before a computer console with a monitoring screen and some kind of booth-like enclosure behind it. "Hey, how'd you get my picture?" "It's a comoposite of several," Ien told him as the figure of a twelve-year-old naked boy looking a lot like Jack revolved on the screen. "This is our e-closet where we choose our attire for the day. You can pick a one-piece, two-piece, or three-piece outfit, you step into that booth, hold out your arms from your body, and the device will spray your choice over your naked body. You can choose the colors, pattern, texture, thickness, even the transparency of what you want to wear." "WOW!" Jack cried aloud as Ien demonstrated by selecting an outfit for himself, a one-piece, full-length garment with long sleeves but no front, accentuating his impressive pecs and abs, cut in a "U" shape almost to his groin. "You're gonna wear...THAT?" "Something wrong with it?" Ien challenged him. "Uhhhh...err...no...sexy as hell but...god, doesn't leave much to the imagination," Jack laughed. Most of the garment matched Ien's flesh tones. The sleeves and and legs were a darker brown gradually fading into the flesh tones of the main part of the outfit. Ien got into the booth and stretched his arms out from his body. The lucite doors closed and the floor began to revolve, turning Ien as the e-closet clothed his naked body right before Jack's bugged eyes. A couple minutes later Ien stepped from the booth. "Well, what do you think?" "I think you'll probably get RAPED before you even leave the building," Jack offered his approval. "Can I touch it?" "Anywhere you like?" Ien joked. "What if you have to go to the bathroo...urinarium?" Jack asked out of curiosity. "Simple," Ien demonstrated as he easily peeled the stretchy material down to his knees. "It's only good for one day then it gets recycled but it's quite durable, and practical. I like the deeply cut front because it's easy to take a piss, you just flop your dick out an let'er rip." "Is it warm?" Jack asked. "Of course," Ien laughed. "Urine is usually about the same as your body temperature." "Huh? No...dammit, I meant the outfit?" Jack laughed. "Doesn't have to be, the outside temp is about 76 most of the time." Ien told him. "Now, your turn." Jack moved his fingers over the screen as he'd seen Ien do, selecting and rejecting several outfits before landing on a simple pair of shorts extending about halfway down his thighs and stopping just barely above his cock and balls. The groin area was bright red, the rest of the garment faded to his flesh tone. He decided not to select an upper body garment. "Too sexy?" "Yeah, I'd say so, but on you...it's perfect...damn, talk about getting raped before you get out of the building," Ien joked. "More likely before you get outta this ROOM." "Just get in and hold out my arms?" Jack asked as he stepped onto the turntable. "No need, just spread your feet a little more." Ien instructed as he closed the transparent door to the e-closet and pressed a couple buttons. "Ooooooo...tickles," Jack giggled as his selected garment took shape on his lower body. His dressing time was shorter than Ien's had been because his outfit was considerably briefer. A moment later he stepped out and appraised his new outfit in a full-length mirror. "OHHHHHhh MYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDD!" "What? Looks good to me," Ien nodded in approval. "But...I...I had a hardon and...it's...it painted my dick stickin' straight up," Jack gasped as he tried to rearrange his "hardware." The entire garment clung to his legs and pelvis like paint...which it was...sort of. "So?" Ien looked at him strangely. "Actually, you'll probably see a lot of that today. It's perfectly acceptable." "It's...embarrassing," Jack complained, still trying to get his cock to behave itself. "Feels like a fuckin'...rubber." "A what?" Ien laughed. "You know...rubber...uhhh...condom. You know what a condom is?" Ien shook his head, mystified. "It's a rubber thingy guys put over their dicks when they fuck to keep from gettin' girls pregnant," Jack explained. "Interesting," Ien smiled thoughtfully. "Of course, we have pills for that now. And I'd suggest, when you go fuckin' anyone, today, you simply get naked." "Uhhhh...when?" Jack questioned. "Hmph...you don't for a second think, dressed like that, you won't get some pretty serious invitations," Ien laughed. "Now, let's get some feet on and get going, don't wanna keep my uncle waiting." "Your uncle? The governor?" Jack gaped at him in surprise. "You got it, kid." Ien winked sexily. "He's been dying to meet you...and lots more, once he gets a load of your eye-candy." "Eye candy?" Jack looked at him strangely. "Didn't you look in the mirror?" Ien turned Jack back round. "You are undoubtedly the prettiest, sexiest...not to mention HORNIEST little fucker in Malibu. God, you're...damn, sooo fuckin'...cute." Ien suddenly pulled jack into his arms and kissed him long and hard, his own cock hardening instantly, though somewhat more confined than Jack's. "I thought we were in a hurry," Jack pulled away, stepping onto the footwear plate where the soles of his feet were instandly reinforced for street wear. "God, I could just...eat you fuckin' UP," Ien sighed as he, himself, got shod. "How far is it?" Jack questioned as they left the unit and headed for the lifter. "Whoooooaaaaa..." a woman they passed in the corridor gasped, turning around watching Jack and Ien as they moved on. She backed into a wall. "See what I mean?" Ien smiled down at the boy. "Cute...how come none of the girls got tits?" Jack asked. "They do, more or less," Ien disagreed. "Barely," Jack critiqued the women and girls joining them awaiting the lifter. "They're...out of fashion...have been for, well, since before I was born," Ien tried to explain. "Also, the e-closets don't do...tits?...I assume you mean breasts...well. You call them...tits?" "They look like boys without cocks almost," Jack joked. "My uncle George has bigger tits than hers," Jack whispered. "Well, as you have, no doubt, noticed, most of the women dress in topless outfits, or garments exposing their...I kind of like that word...tits...tits...hey, lady, you got nice tits." Ien greeted a woman as they got into the lift. She looked at him strangely, frowned, but said nothing. "Stop, you're embarrassing me," Jack whispered, looking about nervously. "Nice cock, kid, got time for an orgasm?" One of the men next to Jack looked him over from head to head. "Thanks, but...we're late. We're going to see Governor Cox." Jack crowed proudly. "I met him once. He's gonna eat you ALIVE," the man laughed, stroking Jack's naked shoulder. "Your uncle, right Ien?" "Uhhh...right," Ien confirmed a bit tensely as they reached the ground level. "Does EVERYONE around here know you?" Jack questioned once they were alone again on the moving sidewalk outside. "Unfortunately," Jack rolled his eyes. "I invented the Arien Phase Enhancement System." "The what?" Jack looked up at him in dismay. "It's the key component in the chronoporter, also in the new teleporter system coming out in a few months," Ien revealed. "Actually, we're only STARTING to find applications. How you think I could get away the the little stunt yesterday if it wasn't for the fact..." "What stunt?" Jack questioned. "What stunt? Damn, are you that dense?" Ien looked at Jack in surprise. "You have no idea what happened yesterday, do you?" "I know you hopped me form 1961 to...what year is it now...2475 and..." Jack began. "My little man, that was about the equivalent of landing a man on the moon in 1969, except..." Ien began. "Landing a man on the moon?" Jack laughed. "Oops," Ien said, suddenly realizing his gaff. "Forget that. Forget I said that." "Said what?" Jack smiled up at him. "Thanks. Forgodsakes, don't mention that to Uncle Avery," Ien warned. "He'd...well...it wouldn't be pretty." "Mention what?" Jack wiped the date from his mind...or tried to. "As I was saying..." Ien continued. "Our little...stunt...may have been the biggest scientific event of this century...hell...ANY century." "And you invented...the chronoporter...all by yourself?" Jack looked up at him in glowing admiration. "Hmph...hardly," Ien laughed. "Me and a team of about sixteen-hundred others working over the past five years..." "But...I thought you said..." Jack backtracked. "I said I invented the key component...the thingamajig that turns the whirlygig that makes it work," Ien corrected him. "Did you get rich off your invention?" Jack inquired. "Not really...ohhh, I'm well paid but...CoxInt owns the patents," Ien explained. "Ohh," Jack sighed in dismay. "But...it did buy me a certain degree of...JOB SECURITY...as you may have observed yesterday when my boss landed on my ass with both feet," Ien smiled with no small degree of satisfaction. "Actually, this hasn't fully played out yet...I'm still short of my PHd and...of course, this is where YOU come in." "ME?" Jack asked in surprise. "What's in it for ME?" "Well, quite a lot, actually," Ien told him. "The problem is...well...most of it you can't know about...don't wanna screw things up when you go back to 1961. The point is, you're something of a...trophy, I guess you'd say." "A TROPHY?" Jack didn't understand. "I...I really can't explain...it's complicated," Ien admitted. "What we're about to see today...the next few weeks, months maybe...is just how bright and shiny you'll be."