Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2017 05:08:46 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 1 This story does directly follows the previous story, "Jason Turns Ten" however it begins some two years later with largely the same group of characters and many new ones added . 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." Like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," "Ecstasy Renewed," and "Jason Turns Ten" (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 with each chapter proceeding in something close to real time. I use extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. In this story, the sexual encounters are primarily gay. 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 from one to four 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. THE COX COCKS CHAPTER ONE The doorbell played the Westminster chimes. It was just a little after nine a.m. "What the fuck, who comes visiting at..." Jim London looked at the red numerals on the bedside clock. "Nine a.m. Jamey wake up, get dressed, it's nine o'clock, that must be Mr. Dix coming to pick us up for the grand tour. "We overslept," Jamey observed as he pulled on a pair of yellow, nylon gym shorts and headed for the spacious foyer and the front door. The chimes played again. Jamey opened the door. The man was quite good looking with dark brown hair, stood just short of six feet in height, wearing white Bermuda shorts, a white polo shirt with a Cox Academy logo on its left side. "Hi," Jamey greeted him with a smile. "Uhh...hi...uhh...you must be," The man seemed tongue-tied. "I'm Jamey London, Dad's in there getting dressed. We overslept." "Hi...uhhh...Jamey...I'm," the man began haltingly. "I'm..." he began again, totally overwhelmed by the beautiful, mostly naked little boy standing before him. He'd seen a picture of the boy with his application. It didn't come close to doing him justice. "Mr. Dix? Jamey guessed. "Come on in." "I'm sorry...yes, I'm Mr. Dix...Jan Dix." "You're sorry you're Jan Dix?" Jamey giggled. "Ohhhhh, god, this must be the worst introduction in the history of worst introductions," Jan joked as he stood embracing the boy visually, undressing him in his mind, completely out of his brain in seeing such exquisite boyish beauty. "I just got up, wait here, I'll go get dressed," Jamey turned to leave. "NO...no...no...don't bother, you look...just fine." Jan began to pull himself together. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see a boy...a boy as completely beautiful as you. "Your picture with your application...you're sooo much more..." "Hello, I'm Jim London," Jamey's father strode into the living room, clad in navy blue shorts and a light blue sports shirt. On his bare feet he wore tan deck shoes. "I told him 'bout us sleepin' late," Jamey explained to his father. "I'm Jan Dix, Dean of Boys and Director of Curriculum and Instruction here at Cox," Jan introduced himself, extending his hand. "Glad to meet...Jamey, go put some clothes on, forgodsake," Jim caught a glimpse of his son, his only garment hanging so low around his slender hips only the boy's cock, which was obviously hard as a marble dildo, seemed to be holding them up. "Jim, I have to say right now, your son is probably the most...do you mind if I say...beautiful young boy I've ever met," Jan confessed as the two men appraised one another. "I'd have to agree with you on that," Jim laughed. "Of course, I'm a bit biased." "I thought we might have a bite of breakfast downstairs; the buffet is open for another half-hour then we'll get acquainted, ask one another a ton of questions. Then I'll take Jamey over to the dorm to meet his new roommate." Jan laid out their schedule. I'll have to leave you around noon; I have other boys to welcome. The three of you can... "Three?" Jim questioned. "Of course, you, your son, and his new roommate...spend the afternoon by the pool or on the beach." "This okay?" Jamey returned, still clad in his too-large gym shorts but having donned a T-shirt and flipflops. "No, but...I guess they'll have to do," Jim sighed. "Never let an eleven-year-old pack his own bag," Jim joked. "He not only forgot his swim trunks, but also his underwear." "I'll see what I can do," Jan smiled, turning to leave. "You have a gift shop or something here we could pick out some things for him?" Jim asked as the three of them headed for the big double doors in the foyer. "Not really, but I'll see if some of the boys might be pursuaded to loan him what he needs," Jan told the distraught father, knowing full well virtually all the boys on the island could, and would, make such a contribution never thinking twice about it. "Is all the food here as good as last night at the buffet?" Jamey asked as they boarded the elevator down to the ground floor. "We have a central kitchen, it's all about the same, though we tend to cater to teenaged appetites, concentrate on healthy choices," Jan explained. "Like broccoli? I hate broccoli," Jamey announced. "Ya have pizza?" "Sometimes," Jan told the boy. Then for the benefit of his father, he added, "We concentrate on a diet aimed at building strong, young boy-bodies; but we also know what kids like, and that if they don't like something, even though it's good for them, they simply won't eat it. Healthy food dumped in a garbage can does no one any good." "What about the broccoli?" Jamey insisted upon knowing. "Occassionally...with lots of cheese," Jan added. "I think you'll like it. I'm no great fan of the stuff either but I love the way they fix it here." Down in the lobby, the breakfast choices had become a bit limited but Jan managed to scare up some rather dry scrambled eggs, a little bacon, and a few sausage patties. They were out of orange juice so Jamey had lemonade while the two men drank coffee. "It won't be long till lunch, we'll fix you up with something a bit more lavish then." "Champagne and caviar?" Jamey joked. "How about root beer and fish sticks," Jan smiled. "What grade will Jamey be in here?" Jim began the questioning Jan had spoken of earlier as they ate. "We don't have grade levels," Jan explained. "Most of our instruction is computer driven. Once he satisfactorily completes a unit, whatever the subject, Jamey will move on to new material. Our instruction is multi-medial, review is automatic, testing is used both to monitor progress and indicate mastery of the material." "I'll have my own computer?" Jamey asked hopefully. "Not unless you brought your laptop along," Jan told the boy. "Otherwise you'll simply choose one when you go to class, sign in, and begin to learn. We have computers in the commons area for doing homework and some of the dorm rooms have computers for that purposee tool." "Homework!" Jamey exclaimed in disgust. "For remedial purposes," Jan continued. "If you don't learn something in class, you'll have to learn it on your own during free time." "We get recess?" Jamey asked, his mood lightening. "Well, sort of, though we don't call it that," Jan told him. "We call in 'recreational instruction'." "Recreational instruction?" Jim repeated in amusement. "You probably called it Phys-ed when you were eleven," Jan smiled induligently. "Its mostly team sports instruction...basketball, volleyball, baseball..." "No football?" Jamey asked in dismay. Jan shook his head. "We consider the risk of injury too great. We do have swimming and wrestling, though, plus weightlifting and treadmills." "Treadmills?" Jamey laughed. "Wooooo, I can hardly wait," "Actually swimming and wrestling are the two most popular sports among the boys," Jan explained. We have intramural team competitions. Whoa...we better get moving along, it's almost 10:30," Jan told them, glancing at his watch. He looked about the lobby then summoned a bellhop. "Bobby, could you call up and get us a golf cart, it's time we headed over to the dorm." "How many buildings does the school have?" Jim asked as they got up and headed outside to the hotel's entry plaza. "Well, just the one, right now. Classrooms are on the upper level, sleeping accommodations are on the lower three levels with 'recreational instruction' facilities...pool, locker rooms underground...we'll see all that later." "I saw quite a complex of buildings on the far side of the island before we landed..." Jim began. "That's the Cox research facility...lots of secret military and medical research, plus staff lodging," Jan quickly explained. "You're very observant." "My mistake, I just though that was the academy campus over there," Jim appologized. "I wish," Jan laughed. "Maybe some day, though. We keep growing, getting more boys every year. Sometimes we have to use the hotel facilities here for activities the main building can't handle. Ahhh...here we go," Jan smiled as the cart arrived and the driver handed him the keys. "Fasten your seat belts and hold on...especially to your breakfast...he's pretty wild," the good-looking teenage driver winked and smiled. "And...he's just...pretty," Jan chided the boy. "All looks and no brains." "He IS quite attractive," Jim London admitted. "In fact, seems like ALL the staff must have stepped from the pages of GQ...are there no women working here?" "No," Jan answered simply as they moved off at something less than a "pretty wild" pace. Jim started to ask why not but then decided he already knew the answer. "More trouble than they're worth...with this many men and boys..." Jan continued, answering the question he knew to be bouncing around in Jim London's mind. "Looks as if ALL the boys forgot to pack a bunch of stuff," Jamey observed as they passed several groups of boys about his age, each dressed either in Speedos or shorts of some kind. Not one wore a shirt. He felt overdressed. "It's a warm climate...hot day," Jan explained as the pulled up in front of the school. "MMmmmmm impressive," Jim looked up and about. Across the plaza was a large complex of four fountains with a flagpole in front and some kind of big, flowering bush behind which, in the center, were three monolithic cubes spouting water. "It's bigger than I figured," Jamey offered his first impression of his future school and abode. "I hope it's got elevators." "It's five stories of concrete, glass, and stone, I just hope they're all three working," Jan told them, laughing. "The population is kind of sparse at the moment, the boys must be down on the beach or down at the pool trying to keep cool. "What floor will I be on?" Jamey ask as Jan pressed the "up" button. "You're in room...mmmm..." Jan took a slip of paper from his shirt pocket. "Looks like 202, and your roommate...is ehh...I'll be damned," he laughed. "Looks like you'll be rooming with Jason Cox himself." "Jason Cox...as in Cox Academy?" Jim immediately put one and one together. "Who's Jason...you mean...? He own this place or something?" Jamey put one and one together but came up with a different sum. Jan laughed as the elevator rose up one level. "No...well, not YET anyway. No, seriously, his dad is Jack Cox, President of the Cox Group and his granddad is Dr. Steven Mathison, CEO of Cox Pharmaceuticals. How'd you get so lucky?" "Lucky?" Jim asked skeptically. It seemed like more than a coincidence. "Jamey your room is just over here to the left," Jan told them as they got off the elevator. "I suppose we'll have to hunt up...we call him the 'crown prince'," Jan said as he knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer. Jan took a master key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The room was neat and clean but also deserted. "I think this will be your bed," Jan motion to the single bed to the right of the door. On the floor was a soft, brownish rug spanning the approximately three feet of space between the beds. There were also two bookcases plus a folding glass door leading to a balcony overlooking the beach. Beyond that was the open sea. Jan stepped outside, scanning the beach in search of Jamey's missing roommate. "Not very big," Jamey commented, looking around. "What? You were expecting a five-room suite like back at the hotel?" Jim London frowned. "Kid, if it's big enough for Jason Cox, it's big enough for you." "You guys lookin' for Jason?" A boy of about twelve, clad in only a pair of white briefs asked, sticking his head through the open doorway. "I think he's down by the pool." "Ohhhh shit...." Jan sighed. "Thank you, Mark." "What's wrong?" Jim asked. "Uhhhh.....errr...nothing we'll just take the...wait a minute...be right back," Jan dashed off. "Mark....Mark...wait...I need you to do me a favor." "What? This better be good, you still owe me a blowjob from the last favor I did for you, remember?" Mark reminded the handsome Dean of Boys. "Listen, Mark, I need you to run down to the pool and make sure all the boys down there have at least a pair of Speedos on, we...we have guests." "Yeah, I saw him, he's a doll," Mark rolled his eyes. "I tell you what, you set me up with him and we'll call it even." "Mark, I'm not sure, but I think he's a virgin," Jan whispered back. "Ohhhhh, fuck, no shit?" Mark reacted, a smile momentarily crossing his cute face. "Listen, get your sweet little ass down there NOW," Jan ordered. "You'll have to deal with Jason as to any designs you might have for his roommate. Got that?" "Right," Mark smiled leacherously and was off in a flash. He took the circular stairs rather than wait for the elevator. "I'm sorry for the hold up," Jan appologized. "We'll have a look around up here...out here is a sort of lounge where the boys hang when they've nothing else to do. Jan was thankful it was almost deserted at the moment. "Hanging" was another word for all manner of boysex. "Looks homey," Jamey noted as Jan almost swallowed his tongue before he realize Jamey was not referring to homosexual. "Kind of makes up for the cubbyhole in there." "And you have a nice view of the plaza. There's a video arcade upstairs and another commons area on the fourth floor." Jan explained, buying time for Mark to set the stage for their visit to the pool area. "How big's the pool," Jamey asked. "Not large, but big enough, I'm no good at judging distances," Jan confessed. "It gets a little crowded when the whole dorm decides to swim at the same time but..." Jan told them, recalling the time when about a hundred naked boys had a mass pool orgy. Worse, he and other staff members hadn't been invited to join them. "Come on, let's go see if your new roommate is down there." Jan herded them back into a different elevator, pressing the button marked B-2. "How many basements this place got?" Jamey asked as they moved downward. "Two levels...I...I guess I should warn you, most of the boys here are in the habit of swimming nude, so...who knows what we'll find down here," Jan decided it might be best to prepare his guests for whatever the might encounter. The elevator doors slid open. They moved off to the right, the distinct smell of chlorine meeting their nasal passages. "It's actually pretty nice...about twelve by twenty, I'd guess," Jim Londonwas not afraid to estimate. Jan breathed a sigh of relief. The dozen or so boys all seemed to be immodestly decent. No cocks or balls were on display, no one was kissing one another. No one was getting sucked off. "There he is! Jason! We've been looking all over for you." "That's where I've been, all over," Jason joked as he joined them. He wore a skimpy pair of black speedoes and a white t-shirt hanging well past his crotch, giving the appearance he was otherwise naked. The shirt was dry, but showing signs of clinging where his slender young boy-body was still wet. "Jason, I'd like you to meet your new roommate," Jan introduced them. "Jamey, this is Jason. Jason, Jamey London." For a moment which probably lasted two or three seconds but seemed like at least ten, as Jamey extended his hand, Jason moved not a muscle, stunned by what he saw. No more than a second before Jamey was about to withdraw his hand, Jason reached out and grabbed it, shaking it gently, his mouth all but hanging open. "Jason, forgodsake, say something, you're embarrasssing me," Jason's former tutor admonished his sexy young protege. "Uhhhh...hi...I'm..." Jason suddenly forgot his name. Jan had to smile. Jamey had elicited the exact, same, stunned reaction from him the first time they'd met. "Jason, your name is Jason," Jan teased. "Jason..." Jason repeated, as if hearing it for the first time, nearly dumbfounded by the incredibly beautiful eleven-year-old boy who would soon be sleeping in the same room as he...hell, in the same BED...TONIGHT, if he could arrange it. "Ohhhhh myyyy godddd, you're...." "The word I used was beautiful," Jan prompted the tongue-tied pre-teen, who was no slouch in the looks department himself. Jan smiled to himself. He'd give his left nut to be a bug on the boys' ceiling tonight. "I'm Jim London, Jamey's dad," Jim introduced himself since it appeared no one else was up to the task. He was starting to grow accustomed to the effect his son had upon the boys of Cox Academy when they first met him. This was the second time Jamey had left a new acquaintenc speechless. He wondered to himself if Jamey was ready for such worshipful sexual adoration. He was glad he wouldn't be around to see, one way or another. "My god, Jan, he was gorgeous in his picture but...but now...WOW!" Jim was suddenly very proud of his son. Without batting an eyelash Jamey returned the compliment. "You're pretty WOW yourself." Jan's pager buzzed. "Excuse me," he said as he reached for a nearby wall phone. He said little more than two or three inaudible words, ending with "Be there soon as I can." "You gotta leave us," Jason asked, somewhat alarmed. "A little...altercation...down on the beach," Jan told them. Actually it involved three boys over on the main campus, tusseling over a cute new boy. It happened often the first few days of each new school year as various older boys staked claim on the younger ones. "Jason, would you show Jamey and his dad around upstairs, the third, fourth, and fifth floor...?" "And the roof?" Jason inquired anxiously. "And the roof. We just installed a skateboarding half-pipe up there for the boys to scrape their elbows and knees on," Jan sighed. "It's not seen much use yet." "Cool, you run along like a good little boy," Jason teased his former tutor. "Good little boy?" Jim London repeated Jason's words in amusement as much as dismay. "He calls me the 'crown prince.' I call him the 'good little boy'." Jason laughed as they headed toward the elevator. "This smells like it must be the pool area, Jason noted the obvious with a broad sweep of his arm as he continued their tour. "We were up at the room already," Jamey told the attractive older boy who was now his roommate. "It's so...little." "We refer to it as...intimate," Jason joked as they boarded the elevator along with three very wet and very nearly naked young boys of around eleven or twelve. "Gee, it's amazing how...attract...good-looking all the boys are around here," Jim smiled as he drank in the boyish beauty crowded in beside them. "Thank you sir," one of the boys smiled. "We have special pills for that," Jason joked. Cox Pharm hadn't yet gone quite that far but Jason guessed they were working on it. "We're going up for our afternoon...'beauty rest'," a second added. "I'm Eddie, by the way," the third boy introduced himself, extending his hand to Jamey who meekly shook it. "This is Tommie and that's Andy. They're roommates." He stopped short of calling them "fuck-buddies," which they were. "They're in the room next door to us," Jason completed the introductions as the elevator stopped on the second floor, where the three boys got off. "Excuse me, I'm guessing they are a little MORE than that," Jim suggested boldly once they were alone. Jason blushed, nodding. "Queer as two queens of spades," he acknowledged. "That happen a lot around here?" Jim questioned as they got off the elevator on the third floor. "I beg your pardon?" Jason said politely. "Boys, falling in love?" Jim asked more succinctly this time. "I...uhh, really couldn't say," Jason diplomatically avoided the question with the same verbal skill he'd seen Jan demonstrate many time. He guessed it wouldn't be proper to confirm that it happened ALL the time. "They make a cute couple," Jamey smiled, eyeing his father, wondering how he was handling the subtle, gay undercurrent gradually becoming apparent as they saw more of the school and the boys who would soon become his friends.