Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 00:53:51 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter Six 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, though in a few cases 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 SIX In anticipation of the kind of night it would be, Jack and Ien wore short, nearly transparent, silky robes as they passed through security at the governor's mansion. Jack had objected at first. He thought the robes looked too girlish. It took Ien a while to explain that most clothes worn in the 25th century were asexual...suitable for either gender. In any case, Jack decided it was better than being out in public completely naked, not to mention fully erect, on their way back to their housing highrise. Ien had been right. FIVE TIMES guys stopped them, wanting to fuck or suck them off on the way back. A couple times both boys were tempted to get involved, but instead, suggested they were in a hurry, managing to beg off. "Hi, Ien, come on in," a young boy of about ten or eleven greeted them as they entered into the massive mirrored foyer which served as a reception room for official entertaining. "Hi, Lon," Ien hugged, then kissed the boy. Lon was garbed in what appeared to be a sleeveless "poncho" that was, indeed largely transparent, revealing far more of his slender, pre-adolescent, little boy-body than it concealed. His four-inch hard cock was especially noticeable. The outfit hung down to about mid-thigh. Jack was speechless. It made his "girlish" robe look downright modest and masculine in comparison. "Lon, this is Jack Cox," Ien introduced his twelve-year-old companion. "Jack, I'd like you to meet Lon Cox. This is the governor's one an only begotten son." "Cool, we're all Coxes!" Lon smiled, kissing Jack on the lips, pressing their slender young boy-bodies together tightly. Instantly Jack was hard as a rock. "Nice to meet you...can I call you Jack...?" "Call me horny as FUCK," Jack laughed, adjusting his robe so his cock wasn't poking out the front. "You like boys?" Lon asked, smiling broadly as he openly gave Jack the once over. "I LOVE boys," Jack instandly fell in love. "Don't we all," Ien laughed, embracing both boys in a three-way hug. "Boys, boys, please, not out here in the foyer, that marble floor is fuckin' COLD," Avery Cox joked as he joined them. Unlike Ien, Jack, and his beautiful young son, the governor was totally naked except for the unbuttoned red vest he'd worn when they met him that morning. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, dad's got a hard on already, looks like it's gonna be a loooonnnngggg night," Lon laughed as he reached out, stroking his father's masssive man-cock. "Right dad?" "Not as long as you might hope, you keep that up," the governor warned as he hugged the young boy to him. "You guys...you...do stuff with your...your son?" Jack asked in surprise as they headed toward the smell Jack suddenly recognized in delight "MCDONALD'S!!" He squealed with delight. "Took some doing...YOU told me Mac RONALD'S," Avery Cox accused his nephew. "We almost had soft shell crabs. There was a crab joint in Long Beach during the 1970s called Mac Ronald's." "Sorry," Ien appologized, his arm around Jack's slender waist, as if to reassure him. "Good thing the Archivists at Pepperdine knew a more about what they called "fast food" than YOU do," the governor continued as they endered a beautifully appointed formal dining room with shell-like swivel chairs set before a glass-topped table mounted on a gold-plated pedestal." Jack couldn't help it. He started laughing. In front of each seat, sitting in the middle of what appeared to be the governor's finest china, was a red, white, and yellow Happy Meal box. "What's so funny? Didn't we get it right?" The governor seemed to take offense at Jack's amused reaction. "Oh...no...sorry, you...actually that's what's so funny, you DID get it right...everything except the fine china, that is," Jack tried to explain. "Oh...what might be more appropriate?" Ien had to ask. "Paper plates?" Jack suggested as he seated himself before his feast. "Paper? Paper plates?" Lon looked about, trying not to laugh as he purched in the oversized chair next to Jack. "They make plates out of paper? Why?" "Does he know who I am?" Jack eyed the others cautiously. "We haven't discussed it, but yes, I think so," Avery Cox eyed his son. "There isn't much that goes on around here he doesn't know about...nosey little fuck." "Paper plates are so you can throw them away when you're done eating on them," Jack explained. "Why?" Lon again asked as the others sat down and opened up their Happy Meal boxes. "Convenience...so you don't have to wash dishes," Jack tried to explain as he extracted from his box a small envelop of what he guessed was supposed to represent French fries. He tried one. They weren't bad, but they were a poor imitation of the real thing. He ate a couple more bites. "Got any salt?" he asked. "SALT?" They all reacted. "Heavens no! SALT? Why would you want SALT?" Ien laughed. Jack recoiled. You'd have thought he'd just requested arsenic or something. "Makes everything taste better," he volunteered timidly. "Really?" Lon looked at him funny. "I've never tasted it but..." "Never mind," Jack retreated as he unwrapped his burger. It was small, even as compared to the real thing, but the smell and taste were quite good. He was about to ask for catsup but then recalled the "dog soup" incident from the night before and thought better of it. He savored the best 25th century entree he'd had so far. "Better hurrry, eat your fries, they get cold pretty fast," he advised the others. "I...I hadn't planned to eat...ANYTHING dipped in swine fat but..." Governor Avery admitted. Then, nonetheless, he tried one. Then he tried another. In five minutes he'd eaten all his own and was stealing some from Ien's packet. "Don't any of you ever tell anyone I ate...something as disgusting as..." the governor insisted, his mouth full of fries. "How's the burger?" Ien questioned. "Not bad...a Big Mac would have been better, but..." "Big Mac?" Ien asked. "I take it that's another sandwich made of...FRIED ground beef of some sort?" Ien guessed in distaste. "Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun," Jack all but sang the jingle. The others all broke out in laughter. "If I may be so impolite as to ask, what's a sesame seed bun?" Lon questioned as he seemed to enjoy his burger. "It's like a little round...loaf of bread, I guess you'd say...with little seeds...sesame seeds...on top," Jack advised. "What are...sesame seeds?" Lon probed further. Jack shrugged. He hated to admit it, but he really had no idea. "Seeds from a sesame," he said lamely. "What do they taste like?" Lon continued his questioning. Once more, Jack could only shrug. "They don't really HAVE much taste, I guess." "Why do they put them on this...bun, then?" Lon ask, not letting him off the hook. "Who knows? Looks, I guess...like...decorations." Jack told the young boy beside him. "You...DECORATE food?" Lon found that hard to believe for some reason Jack didn't understand. "What's this?" Ien withdrew a round, brown disk from his box which appeared to have tiny black seeds implanted in it. "Well...it's hard to tell by lookin' at it; but I think it's SUPPOSED to be a chocolate chip cookie," Jack guessed, inspecting his own. He took a bite. It was hard as a rock but didn't taste bad. It also didn't taste like a chocolate chip cookie, but all the same, he kind of liked it. Ien tasted his, then frowned and returned it to the Happy Meal box. "I'll pass," he repeated Jack's phrase, which he'd come to like. "And what's this, some kind of candy?" Lon removed a tiny sphere from his box, then took a bite from it. "No!" Jack cried. "Don't eat that! It's a TOY!" "What's a...you mean...something you play with?" Lon reacted. "Tastes...awful." "Well, I've never been too fond of PLASTIC either," Jack joked. "Every Happy meal comes with a toy." "Why?" Lon once more asked his favorite question. "To give kids something to fuckin' do while their mom and dad are still eating their BIG MACS." Jack once more hinted at his favorite food. "Uhhh...errr...can't they just...you know...fuck?" Lon questioned. "Lon...in the 20th century, children were not...sexually active until...usually well AFTER they attain puberty," Ien explained to the boy patiently. "Really?" Lon reacted in disbelief. "Why?" "Actually, Ien, you might be surprised how active we were," Jack laughed, thoroughly enjoying the cross-cultural discussion. "Nothing about YOU would surprise me along that line," Ien joked. "You were probably BORN with your dick in your fist, squealing I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummmmmm..." "Funny," Jack admitted, trying not to laugh too hard. "How old were you when you had your first orgasm?" Lon questioned as he finished the last of his fries, then tried sipping his Coke through its straw. "Oooooaoooooo, what the fuck is this shit!" He spit it back out into his Happy Meal box. "Coca-Cola I imagine...I hope," Jack tried his own drink. "Oooooo, you're right, it is pretty gross. He nonetheless swallowed his then sipped some more. "Ain't you guys ever heard of...FIZZ?" "Fizz?" the governor questioned. "I think he's referring to carbonation," Ien translated. "Yes, we still have a few drinks today that are carbonated, but they're quite uncommon. This...Coke? I take it..." "YES...carbonated all to hell and back," Jack told them. "This shit tastes like it's been sittin' around in the sun for a week...and a little ice would be nice." "They served drinks with ICE back then?" Lon reacted in surprise. "I didn't know that." "LEX-38" The governor called, snapping his fingers. "Some crushed ice for our drinks." A minute or two later LEX-38 was back with an ice bucket, filling their crystal stemware with its ersatz Coke. "That better? The goveror questioned as he tried his own soft drink. "Not really, tastes like watered-down Coke, now," Jack grimaced. Actually, it was better, but not by much. "I see," the governor reacted in disappointment. "And what did...McDonald's serve for dessert?" he asked. "Mmmm...welll...ice cream cones..." Jack suggested. "Cones made of ice cream?" Lon asked in dismay. "You DO have ice cream, right?" Jack asked, no longer surprised by anything regarding the 25th century food chain. "LEX-38, I'll have some Heliodorus-nut with mullbury topping," Lon ordered. "A BIG bowl, if you don't mind." LEX-38 smiled and looked to Jack expectantly. "And for you?" "Ooooo...nothing for me, I'm STUFFED," Jack demurred, patting his growling stomach. He was far from "stuffed," he but didn't dare order anything. He was less brave than he was hungry. "I'll have some sweet stollendale," Ien told the LEX unit. "Nothing for me, either," the governor shook his head. "Got to watch my boyish waistline, you know." He stood up, patting his impressive "six-pack." Jack, come with me, I have something I want to show you." "Cool," Jack go up. "I want to thank you for going to so much trouble just for me, everything was...delicious." "And you LIE like a Cox...the BEST of us, in fact," the governor teased, resting his arm around Jack's shoulder as they headed for what appeared to be the governor's den. "Everything is sooooo beautiful here...not just here...you know, in this room, but...EVERYWHERE," Jack remarked as he looked about the richly decorated retreat. He watched as the governor picked up what appeared to be a very old book from a table and opened it. He withdrew from it a small photo. He handed it to Jack. Look like anyone you know?" Jack gingerly handled the tattered black and white photo. A tear rolled down one cheek. "Brian..." he whimpered softly struggling to control his voice. "Careful, it's quite old..." the governor admonished as Jack clasped it to his bossom. "May I...may I keep it?" he asked softly. "Of course," the governor told him softly as he sat down, seating Jack again in his lap as he had that morning. "At least, until you go back...you can't take anything with you...not even your clothes...but of course, you know that." He hugged the now crying boy to his naked chest. "I...wasn't sure how you'd react. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." "I'm sorry...I didn't MEAN to cry...it's Brian...the boy I told you about," Jack explained needlessly, once more looking down into the face of the one he loved. "Your...boyfriend...yes...the Pepperdine archivest found it...sent it over," Avery told the boy, kissing away his tears. "We weren't sure but...we suspected." "Thank you," Jack sobbed, starting to get control of his voice again. "I loved him...I love YOU...so much..." he kissed the man warmly. "And...so help me, I'm...I'm beginning to love you, too," the governor admitted. "Would you mind?" The governor started to loosen the belt of Jack's robe. "I'd like to....MAKE love to you too." "But...what about...?" Jack nodded toward the dining room. "What about them? They've seen me make love to beautiful young boys before," the governor reasoned as he slipped Jack's silky robe from his slender, naked shoulders." "You...you make love to your son too?" Jack had to ask as he felt the governor's soft hands carressing his nakedness, making his cock harder and harder by the second. "Of course....since he was...a baby almost...two or three, at least...gave him his first orgasm when he was four, sucked him off...I've not...fucked him yet...he's too young...too small, but..." Avery Cox revealed, kissing Jack's face, neck, chest, nipples. "I'd like to suck your cock," he whispered to Jack softly. May I?" Jack nodded, never having known such a gentle, loving man before in his life. He was about the same age as his father, but so different, so warm, so kind, so..."OOOOoooooaooooaoooohhhahhahhahhahhhahhhhhhahahoooooohhhhhhhh," Jack moaned softly as he felt Avery's oral warmth sweep down over the full length of his cock. He stiffened in response, pressing his cock upward, deeper between the man's sucking lips. "OoOOahhahhhhhhhhhhhahhahh soooooooooo goooooooooooddddd..." "Wait," Ien told Lon softly as the two boys were about to enter the den. "I think they'd like to be alone." "He's really beautiful," Lon whispered back as the two of them paused momentarily watching the man and boy make love. "Yes," Ien murmurred softly, putting his arms around Lon from the back, pressing his hardening cock between the boy's buttocks. "Shall we...your room maybe...go somewhere and, give our cocks pleasure?" "The orgasmer?" Lon suggested. "The orgasmer? Ien frowned. "What the fuck we need with an orgasmer, we have each other." They headed toward the broad, "floating" stairs in the foyer. "I'll orgasmer you out of your orgasmic mind, little boy, again and again and again, as often as you like, as long as you like. "I wish I had a brother like you...like...HIM...around to orgasm with," Lon told Ien sadly as they mounted the transparent lucite stair which hung on thin, nearly invisible nylon rods from the ceiling. "Doesn't your father pretty much see to your...orgasmic needs?" Ien questioned as they neared the top. "He tries," Lon allowed, but...he's almost FIFTY. It's not the same. With boys...it's different. Boys know what feels good. Fathers...I guess you forget stuff like that over the years. "I've not forgotten," Ien smiled down at the boy, kissing him, then lowering him gently to the gleaming metal floor at the top of the steps. "I wanna taste your cum," he whispered. "Yeah, well, good luck, I'm only ten years old," Lon told him smiling, as he nonetheless thrust his hard little boy-cock between Ien's sucking lips. "Dad says it might be two or three more YEARS before I start producing." "Not if I have anything to say about it," Ien told the boy between sucks. "You wouldn't be the first boy I've brought to premature puberty with my talented cocksucking oral menstrations." "OOOOOOO, I love it when you talk dirty to me," Lon giggled tritely as he began face-fucking his teenaged pleasure-boy. "Ohhahahhhh yeah, fucker, suck me, man, suck me, suck me, suck that fucker!!" "Ohhhhhh god, you suck good," Jack cried as, downstairs, Avery Cox worked his cock toward impending orgasm. "Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum for the very first time in my life," Lon urged as his tiny, boyish pelvis slipped into high gear. "Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suckit,suckit,suckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckit," Jack chanted softly as he felt his aching, naked, sexual pleasure rising by the second deep within his thin, naked, trembling loins. "Ohhahhahhh fucccckkkkk, Ien, you're the best, ahgoaiehorh god, ten times better than dad, oghaoiehro fuck, oahhahh gawd, so good, aooghaoeirh yeah, feels soooo good, what you're doin' to my cockkkkkkkk...." Lon moaned as Ien's incredible cocksucking talents urged him closer and closer to orgasmic ecstasy. "Keep doin' it to me like that, keep suckin' me, keep suckin' me like that, ohahhhah yeah, yeah, keep suckin' me like that, ahgahhehrhhhahhh god, feels good, feeels goooo, feels sooooooo...soooooo...aghaoierhoiah god, sooo fuckin' good," Jack moaned, his sexual feelings now beyond any conscious control. "Ien, I'm close," Lon gasped. "Gettin' to me," Jack warned. "Gonna make me cummmmmm..." Lon whimpered in a high, almost girlish cry of surging pleasure. "Do it to me, take my CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AHAHEOAIEHROOIHOHIOHO...UNNNGGGGHHHHHH... CUMMMMMMM!!" Jack cried out as his first massive spurt erupted, heaved straight down the governor's gulping throat. "Feeling it...feeling it, Ien...feeling...feeeling...IT...ITTTTT...GHAOIEHAOIEHROIHO GAWD, FEELING IT...HGOAIEHROIHFUCK, IEN, ORGASM ME, MAN, ORGASM ME, KEEP ORGASMING ME, GHOAIEHROIHYEAH, FEEELS SOOOOO...AHGEOAIHEORIHO...THE FEELING, I CAN'T...AGHHAOEIRHOAIH GOD, CAN'T STOP, SOOOO...OOHAHOEIRHOAHHH FUCKIN' GOOD, IEN, SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD, FEELS GOOOD, SO FUCKIN' GOOD, WHAT YOU'RE DOIN TO ME, WHAT YOU'RE DOIN' TO MY COCCCCCKKKK...MY WHOLE NAKED BODY, AOGIHAOEIHR FEELS LIKE I'M FLYING, LIKE...LIKE...AGHAOIEHROAIEHROIHAHIEIIIGHAHHGHHH..." Lon's ten-year-old sexual vocabulary failed him completely as he writhed about nakedly in complete sexual insanity. "HooooOOOOOOO MY GAWD, HOOOOOO MY GAWD, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY CUM, AOGIHEOAIHEROH YEAH, TAKE IT, TAKE IT, SUCK IT, SUCK FUCK OUTTA IT, SUCK THE FUCK OUTTA ME, SUCK THE CUM RIGHT UP OUTTA MY COCK, GHOAIEHROAIHFUCK RIGHT OUTTA MY FUCKIN' BALLS, MAN, GHOAIEHROIH YEAH, YEAH, LOVE IT, LOVE THE FEELING, LOVE SHOOTIN' MY CUM DOWN SOME MAN'S COCKSUCKIN' THROAT, MAN, HGOAIEHROIAH YEAH, YEAH, YOU SUCK SO GOOD, SO HARD, OIEHOIHAEOIOIRHHGHHHHHHHHHH...FUCCCCKKKKKKkkkkkkkkkkkk..." Jack collapsed listlessly into the governor's naked sexual embrace. "Ohhhhh fuck, felt like I was dyin'..." "Delicious," Ien lifted his lips from Lon's pulsating little-boy cock. "I CAME? I SHOT?" Lon exclaimed in joyous disbelief. "Delicious," Governor Avery Cox told Jack as he savored the boy's final drops of sperm. "No, but...delicious, all the same," Ien told Lon, licking his lips. "Thanks," Jack replied politely as he wiped a bit of his cum from the governor's chin and brought it to his own lips, tasting his own sexual emission for the first time in his life. "Mmmmm...NB. It's not a Big Mac, but close."