Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2016 06:38:26 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Jason Turns Ten Chapter eleven 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. This story picks up ten years after Jackin' Jack Cox with many of the characters from that story reappearing as adults as well as several new juvenile 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. I answer all e-mails. JASON TURNS TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN The current washing in through the opening was intense. Des had to hang onto the rocks rather than swim in order to keep from being driven backwards. The remaining air in the mattresses made him far more bouyant than he liked but he had no choice but to go on, his lungs starting to cry out for air. It wasn't just a matter of ducking down and out then bobbing to the surface. The rock at the top of the entrance he found to be several feet thick, creating a tunnel effect as he struggled to pull himself toward the outside. The current was incredible, stronger and stronger as he slowly groped his way forward. He could see the end but he wasn't sure he had to air and energy to make it. With one final push with his powerful legs, Des propelled himself to the other side, then kicked his way to the surface only to be pinned like a leaf to the rocks by pounding waves. Tons of water, crashed against him, making it incredibly difficult to gasp for air. He'd made it, if the relentless surf and powerful currents didn't kill him. He began dragging the rope of air mattressed to the surfaces, their lingering bouyancy now an asset as he clung to them, allowing him to rest from his underwater ordeal. Suddenly Des was engulfed in a brilliant light from above. "DES, is that YOU?" It was Jan standing on a narrow ledge above him, peering down with his own search lantern. "Here, catch!" Des cried as he threw as much of the tangled mass of navy surplus upward, hoping Jan could catch it and pull him up. He missed. He tried again. This time Jan caught one end, though he came dangerously close to tumbling head first into the surf himself in reaching for it. "GOT IT!" Jan cried. "Hang on!" Des had no choice. The other end was tied around his naked waist. He gripped the air mattress just above him and began rappelling upward, hoping Jan had a good grip and enough strength and footing to support him. It was slow going, but once out of the water, he was able to climb, supporting his weight on the rocks rather than the "rope." "The others okay?" Jan cried as he gripped Des' naked body and drew him into his arms. "I think so," Des cried against the howling wind and pounding surf. "Up there...there's a hole...a skylight," Des yelled breathlessly. "A HOLE?" Jan yelled back in disbelief. "Yeah, we can pull each of'em up using this..." Des told him, holding the air mattress before Jan's face in the near darkness. "Now, how do we get off this...rock..." Des shone his light about, trying to get his bearings. "We could SWIM," Jan joked. "YOU could swim. I'm to tired to even DROWN," Des gasped as Jan deftly led him along the rock face to the top of another, flatter, broader boulder. "I found your clothes up here, I figured you'd not be far away," Jan explained. "They all look too small for you, though." "Fuck the clothes, come on, this way," Des took charge, climbing and jumping from boulder to boulder until his feet touched sand, then climbing in the storm and rain up over sand and rocks to where he judged the opening down to the cave might be. "Don't fuckin' fall INTO your hole," Jan warned. "You'll have to swim out again, I can't fuckin' lift your straight up, you know. We'll be doing good to pull up the boys...and damn, Reed must be well over a hundred pounds." "We'll bring him up last. We'll have the boys to help pull," Des yelled over his shoulder into the wind, unsure if Jan could hear him or not. It was that kind of night. "You sure this...this ROPE of yours will hold even Jet?" Jan worried as he brought up the rear. "You got anything better?" Des yelled back. "When's high tide?" "Two hours ago," Jan told him as their lights found the skylight hole. "YOU GUYS ALRIGHT DOWN THERE?" Des yelled down. "NO. WE'RE FUCKIN' DROWNING AND THE WATER IS WAY TOO SALTY," Reed yelled up...we're all treading water now. It's over even MY head now." "Damn, we'll have to hurry," Des cried, shining his light down as he fed the rope of air mattresses down through the hole. "Can you see the end?!" "Yeah, but it's about four or five feet over our heads," Pete yelled up. "We can't REACH it!" "You'll have to untie it from around your waist," Jan told Des. "I was afraid of that. What if I loose the end?" Des cried as he started working at the knot holding the air mattress around him. "We'll both hold on," Jan told Des as he settled to the solid rock around the hole, using his light to illuminate Des and the stubborn knot he was working on. "It'll take both of us to lift them out anyway!" "We take much longer they'll be able to SWIM up through the hole," Des noted. "Hypothermia will get'em first," Jan feared. "How long they been in the water?" "Half-hour...maybe more," Des guesssed. "THERE!" he cried triumphantly as the knot loosend and the "rope" lengthened. "Looks like we gained three or four feet." "Hope it's enough!" with both of them leaning out over the edge of the hole, grasping the end tightly together, they fed the extra length down to the boys. "Can you reach it NOW?" Jan yelled down. "JAN? That you?" Reed yelled back up. "Thank god, you...damn, still can't reach....wait a second..." Reed dove down into the water then, like a dolphin, propelled himself as rapidly as he could straight back up, grabbing for the end. "GOT IT!" He cried wildly. "Fuck, he about pulled US in with him," Jan cried in horror. "Jet...swim over here...climb up my body and...don't you dare grab my fuckin' dick...climb up and grab hold so they can pull you up." "You sure this is going to work?" Pete questioned as he helped Jet make his way to Reed then begin the arduous climb up over the boy's naked body. Once Jet reached the "rope" he climbed up several more feet then wrapped his legs around it. "You see that? That's what each of you gotta do," Reed told the others then let loose of the rope, falling back into the water as, slowly, they watched, as Jet hung on, moving higher and higher as the guys above hoisted him up. "Damn, the little fucker's heavier than he looks," Des complained as the two of them took turns lifting while the other grabbed a new hand hold on the straining air mattresses. "They gonna hold?" He cried out. "They're in better shape than WE are," Jan gasped. "Kid, you're going on a fuckin' DIET when we get back," he yelled down to Jet. "Hurry, I gotta pee," Jet yelled up. Both Jan and Des couldn't help laughing. Seconds later, Jet climbed up over the edge of the rocky opening to safety. "Thanks, I love you!" Jet hugged and kissed both men profusely. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." "Okay, okay, we got four more boys down there to haul up," Jan pulled the clinging, naked boy from around him and patted him on the bare butt. "You go pee now." "You ready for this?" Des asked, panting. "It's NOT going to get any easier, you know." Jan took a deep breath. "You saw the look on the kid's face..." "Right," Des sighed and grabbed the end tightly as he flipped the lengthy line of air mattresses back into the hole. "NEXT!" Jan yelled down against the howling wind. "Put Skete on next," "Jason should go next," Skete insisted. "Jason, get ready," Reed agreed as once more he made the dive down and the leap up from the water. This time, though he missed the end. Taking a deep breath, a second time he went down deeper and pushed himself up from the rocky floor. He missed again by a few inches. He was getting tired. "Let me try," Jason urged as he went down, then came flying up from the surface. He touched the end but couldn't grab hold. "Can you make it any longer?!" Reed yelled up from below. "Your pants!" Des cried. "Jan, take them off, tie both legs together, then tie them to the end. That'll give'em two or three more feet." "Good idea...you're smarter than you look," Jan told Des. "We can tie my shirt on too." "NO...it'll never hold...too thin...it'll rip to shreds," Des vetoed the idea. A few seconds later, minus his pants, Jan threw their makeshift rescue rope over the edge. A moment later, he felt the weight of another boy on the end. "Got it!" Jason cried up from below. They didn't have to pull him up. Jason was CLIMBING the rope, scared out of his wits, but relieved to be out of the cold, salty water. "You're amazing, kid, you know that?" Jan hugged the boy once he was safe at the top. Two down, three more to go. "Can you guys climb up like Jason did?!" Jan yelled down. "Maybe!" came the reply from below. It was Skete on the end this time, slowly making his way up. He faltered near the top and had to be lifted on up. Once up, he collapsed in exhaustion across the rocks, too tired for hugs and kisses, or even words of gratitude for their having saved his life. "OKAY, Pete, you're next!" Jan yelled down as by now, Jason had joined them, both hands on the upper end, providing a surprising amount of lift as the strength of the two men began to wane. "DAMN...this one weighs a TON!" Des cried as it took all three of them to just hold on as Pete slowly climbed higher and higher, pausing every few feet to hold on and regain his strength. By the time he reached the top even Jet was adding his meager strength as more and more of the air mattress came up with Pete. "How much do you weigh, kid?" Jan asked immediately as Pete climbed nakedly over the edge. "Ninty-eight..." Pete gasped as, like his younger brother, he collapsed, sprawled across the rocks. "Well, get the hell up from there!" Jan cried, rousing the exhausted young boy. "We got one more and I KNOW Reed is at least one-twenty, we're gonna need all the....ooomph...we can get. Reed's got to be exhausted after all this," Jan worried as he tossed the line back down to his brother. "YOUR TURN KID!" Jan yelled down. There was no reply. "REED!" Jan yelled down again, panic sticken. "Keep your pants on!" Reed yelled back. "YOU GOT MY FUCKIN' PANTS DOWN THERE, WHAT'S WRONG?!" Jan yelled down. "I'm takin' a shit, that alright with you?" Reed yelled back. "Throw down some fuckin' toilet paper!" "Fuckin' smart-ass," Jan sighed, suppressing a laugh. "Well, look at it this way, he'll be a pound or two lighter," Des joked. "WHOA...ALMOST LOST IT!" Des cried as they suddenly felt a tremendous weight on the other end of the line. "Damn, more like one-fifty if he's an ounce." "GRAB ON TIGHT, BOYS, THIS COULD GET...HOOOOO FUUUUCCCKKKK..." Jan gasped as he felt his muscles cramping from the strain and the cold, damp wind. "PULL ME UP, I...I CAN'T CLIMB ANY MORE!!!" Reed cried from below. "I'm not sure I can...I can even...hold...hold on!!!" "PULL HIM UP...EVERYBODY...QUICK...PULL, PULL...YES....HARDER...HARDER...HOOOOOO DAMN, LIKE LIFTING UP A GRAND PIANO!" Des cried, realizing that the boys were now pulling most of the weight. As his brother neared the top, Jan reached down, gripping his wrist, adrenalin pumping madly through his veins as he struggled to life Reed without tumbling over the edge himself. "PULL, DAMMIT, PULL, PULL, I CAN'T...I CAN'T LIFT HIM...PULL...PULLLLLLL....PULLLLLL...AHHAHH OAHHHH, ALMOST, YES, YES, HANG ON REED, HANG ON MAN, JUST A LITTLE...LITTLE...MORE...MOOOORREEE...AHHHAHHAHHHHHH...GOT HIM, HELP HIM UP, PULL, OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!!! You okay?" "No, I'm dead, you're talkin' to my ghost," Reed moaned in total exhaustion as Des threw himself atop the naked young boy, covering him from the pounding wind and rain. "Boys, hurry, untie the air mattresses, then wrap them around you, you're all gonna catch pneumonia outta this," Jan told them. "Here, you want your pants back," Pete offered them as he struggled to wrap himself in one of the canvas air mattresses. "Come on...let's get back to the house, Des stood to lead the way, the only one without an air mattress. "You feel like you can walk?" Jan asked his brother as he helped the naked teenager to his feet. "No call a cab," Reed told him. Jan wasn't sure if Reed was merely joking or delerious. "Make that an ambulance," Des added as they began the trek back. "Make that FIVE ambulances," Jason added his two-cents worth. "WAIT...OVER THERE...OUR PLACE IS CLOSER," Pete pointed to the darkened cottage in the distance. It was less than a quarter mile away. "Dad's gonna fuckin' KILL us," Skete cried, literally in tears. "It's dark. He's probably off looking for us," Pete told them. "GOOD, we'll tell him we were...were..." Skete paused. "Help me out here, guys, I can't think of a single good excuse for where we've been." "We went spelunking," Pete suggested. "That the same as fuckin' each other in that damned cave?" Skete asked as they trod on through the wet sand and tall grass toward the cottage. "Close," Jan laughed for the first time at the boys' plight. "Glad we don't gotta make up no excuse," Jet sighed. "Mom knows fuckin' well what WE were doing." "Your mother is in bed sound asleep," Jan told them. "Don't worry about her." "You fuck her?" Jason asked abruptly as the wind began to die down. "Did I...? No...little boy, not that it's any of your damned business, but...no, I did not," Jan informed him brusquely. "Too gay, huh?" Jet guessed. Jan had to laugh at the boy's logic. "I guess you might say that," he admitted. Tiredly, the troup dragged themselves up the steps to the rain-washed deck of the cottage, then inside the darkened house. "DAD?" Skete cried hopefully. "He ain't here," Pete told his brother, collapsing nakedly across the living room couch. "The power's off," Jan flipped the light switch repeatedly. "The windmills go down when the velocity goes over fifty miles an hour up there," Skete told them. "You could try firing up the backup generator if you got the energy." Jan looked at Des questioningly. Des shook his head. "Light some candles," he suggested instead, collapsing himself into a vacant recliner. "Got any blankets?" Jan asked Skete as Jason and Jet grabbed some pillows and collapsed to the carpeted floor. "Upstairs," Skete muttered tiredly as he joined the other boys on the floor next the the couch, making no move to retrieve them. "Here...help me cover them up," Des sighed as he retrieved a blanket and bedspread from the master bedroom. "We should probably call dad in Nassau and have him fly out a doctor," he suggested. "There are some dry clothes in the closet, you better get out of those wet things or you'll be too sick to have school tomorrow," Des joked as he joined the already sleeping boys on the floor, cuddling with them, sharing his own body warmth with them. "You just wanna see me naked." Jan chided. "I think I'll take the bed." He headed for what he hoped was the master bedroom, hoping also that Des had left some bedclothes for him to crawl under. He stripped and found some underwear, pants, a shirt, and a sweater, then stretched out on the bed, covering himself with a large beach towel he found in the bathroom. He clicked off the lantern. The wind outside continued to howl. The rain beat hard against the little cottage. He was too tired to even think, except to rest knowing that his brother and four beautiful, naked, young boys were all safe in the other room and sleeping peacefully. A moment later, he was too.