Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 05:33:16 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter Eleven 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 ELEVEN "Write this down. If you had ten boys with Bobby having a five-inch cock when hard, Billy having three point five inches, Junior having two point five inches, Alexander six point three inches, Ahmed has seven inches, Jody with three point two inches, Mack with five point two inches, Louie with six inches, Igor has three inches, and Evan with seven inches, what's the average length..." "Four point zero five five two," someone in the back of Mr. Conner's math class called out." Trace Zane raised his hand, waving it enthusiastically. "Yes, Trace?" Mr. Conner point at the naked young boy. "Where can I meet Ahmed and Evan?" Trace asked with a straight face. "In your dreams," Mr. Conner shot back. "What answer did you come up with?" "Sorry, I lost concentration after Ahmed," Trace joked. "Trace Zane, come up here." Pat Conner ordered as he reached in a drawer and took out a ruler. "You're not gonna smack me with that are you?" The slender young young boy asked, feeling exceedingly vulnerable in being naked. "Another math problem for you guys," Mr. Conner told them as he leaned over and measured Trace's drooping little boy-cock. "Okay, Trace has two and a quarter inches soft. How much will he have when he's hard?" "Whaaaaa?" Jamey wailed at the unreasonable assumptions the problem posed. "Is there a formula for this?" Andy wanted to know. "Five inches," Ace Lansing called out without having done any math. "How the fuck'd you come up with THAT?" Mark demanded. "Ohhh, I just, sucked it out of thin air," Ace laughed. "Personal experience, huh?" Pat Conner smiled. "Okay, smart-ass, come up here." Ace went to the front of the room, a questioning look in his eyes. "Suck him," Pat ordered. "Get him good and hard, but don't make him cum, that'll ruin the data." "It will?" Jamey questioned. "Can anyone tell Mr. London here WHY it would ruin the data?" Pat demanded. "Cause your cock always shrinks following an orgasm...err...well, generally, anyway," ten-year-old Eathan Stork reminded them. "Mine does." "Shrink, hell, looks to me like it'd fuckin' disappear," Mark Abel teased the younger boy. "Okay, Ace, give it your best, let's see if you're accurate and if young Mr. Stork knows what he's talking about," Pat Conner directed. "Here, in front of...of everybody?" Ace began to blush. "Is there anyone here offended by this?" Mr. Conner asked. Several said, "no" in eager chorus, while others just shook their heads, or said nothing, or simply grinned from ear to ear. "Suck him!" Someone in back cried out. "Yeah, SUCK HIM, SUCK HIM, SUCK HIM, SUCK HIM," a chanting chrous arose from the group of twenty naked young boys as their cocks hardened completely. "Ace? It seems to be unanimous," Pat Conner turned his attention back to his young student. "I assume you've sucked a few cocks before...Trace's, no doubt." Ace gulped, then knelt in front of his roommate. The act took less than twenty silent seconds in that Trace was more than half-hard by the time Ace began. The continued chant of "Suck him, suck him, suck him" gradually became one of "MAKE HIM CUM, MAKE HIM CUM, MAKE HIM CUM!" Pat Conner handed Ace the ruler. "You know how to use this thing?" Silently, Ace nodded, then set about applying it to Trace's hardened length of boy-cock. "FIVE INCHES...exactly," Ace called out triumphantly holding up the ruler, his thumb firmly implanted on the five-inch mark. "Congratulations," Mr. Conner took back the ruler. "Now, Ace you may return to your seat and Mr. Stork, would you please come up here so we can test your scientific observation." "Who? What? ME?" Eathan Stork looked about the room in horror. He'd just arrived at the school two days ago and in that time had sucked exactly TWO cocks--his roommate's and a boy named Jet whom he'd met in the dorm lounge. "You DO know HOW, I hope," Pat Conner questioned the slender little boy's sexual experience. Eathan had arrived in class with barely a one-inch sexual endownment but was now pushing three or more inches. "Are there any other Eathan Storks in the room?" Pat Conner made a point of looking about. "Well, kid, looks like HIS cock is YOUR cock, but you may just masturbate him if you'd like." Ethan was annoyed by the turn of events, but being the youngest in the class and the math whiz who kept the others on their toes, he reluctantly stood and followed his three-inch little cocklet to the front of the room. Once there he reached out and began to gently stroke Trace's hard young cock. "SUCK IT, PUSSY, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT!" First one, then another boy begn chanting. Eathan looked about him in embarrassment as he tried to decide what to do. Then reluctantly, he knelt before Trace Zane and began bringing the boy's cock back to life before bending to the task of arousing his victim to a state of hyper-sexuality. "Hey, I think he's done this before," Trace gasped as he felt the pleasure of his young cocksucker's talented lips. "Ain't we all," Mark laughed as the class watched intently the bobbing head of little Eathan Stork as he gripped with both hands Trace's slender hips and began sucking him faster. "How's he doin'?" Pat Conners asked, observing the two boys. "Goo...good....goooodddd...ohhhahhahh fuck, he's doin' good...oahhhahhh fuck yes, man suck that fucker, Eathan, suck it, suck it, suck it, man, suck me the fuck off, make me cum....ahhahhahh god, you're goooood," Trace Zane enjoyed math class for the first time in his young life. Who would have thought, sex and math went together great. "Gettin' close?" Ace Lansing asked, watching his roommate begin to squirm as the aching sexual pleasure grew within him. "For a little guy, he sure sucks a good cock," Trace reported. "Oahhhahhh god, kid, that feels soooooooo fuckin' good. Where'd you ever learn to suck cock so good?" "My sister's boyfriend," Eathan paused to tell him. "He liked me to suck his cock before he fucked my sister." "Uhhhh, Eathan, let's just skip the family history," Pat Conner suggested politely as the cocksucking portion of the math problem was taking longer than he'd planned. "Just get on with it, I think Mr. Zane here would enjoy an orgasm before long if you could manage that." "Sorry," Eathan smiled then went back down on Trace. "Ohhhhh god, he's makin' it feel good, ahhahhahh yeah, yeah, suck it babe, suck it, suck it, succcccckkkk it, man, suck me off, suck me off, ahghhehahe god, I wanna cum, really bad, ahhahhehhh yeah, yeah, ohhhh fuck, gettin' me closer and closer." "SUCK'IM OFF, SUCK'IM OFF, SUCK'IM OFFFFF," The class began to chant as Trace's face contorted into of of swelling sexual pleasure. "Get ready," Trace warned. "I'm almost there. Keep suckin'. Ohhhh fuck yes, keep suckin' it, keep suckin' me, ahgeaiieiaoeihoiho fuccckkkk....I'M CUMMMING...OHAHHEHH YEAH, YEAH, CUMMIN' HARD, HARD, HARDDDDDD." "OKAY, EATHAN, PULL OFF, JUST LET HIM SHOOT," Mr. Conner told him suddenly as he once more took out the ruler. He carefully measured Trace's cock even as it continued to ooze, several more spurts. "Five inches," the teacher confirmed. Then he looked at his watch. "We'll check again in one minute. Any projections?" "Four inches," Ace Lansing called out, again from personal experience. At one minute since the final spurt of boy-cum Pat checked the boy's length. "Mmmmm, four point two....you underestimated him," he smiled at Ace as the boy began scribbling something on a sheet of paper. A minute later they measured Trace's cock length again. "Three point nine. Not bad, Trace you may return to your seat," Pat told the beautiful, naked, young boy. "Thank you for allowing us to use your cock in our experiment. At that moment the classroom door opened and Pete Davis stuck his head inside. "Mr. Dix would like to see Jamey London in his office...NOW!" Jamey was gripped suddenly by fear, then elation. Jan probably wanted to suck his cock or use the dildos on him again. "What's he want with me, I didn't do nothing?" Jamey whimpered despite the prospect of an orgasm or two waiting for him. "Probably cause you're too CUTE," Mark Abel teased his new best friend. "Keep it hard!" "He say what he wanted?" Jamey asked the fifteen-year-old messenger boy. "Am I in trouble?" Pete shrugged. "Damn, you're cute," he smiled, putting his arm around Jamey's slender shoulders. "You wanna get together and pop a load or two together. I'm one hell of a cock hound, and yours is fuckin'...incredible." "Did Jan...errr...Mr. Dix act like he was mad?" Jamey worried as they entered the Admin building lobby and headed for the broad, white, floating stairs. "Not that I noticed," Pete told him. "Don't worry, you're too....tooo...ohhh god, fuckin' beautiful for anyone to be mad at." "Go on in, he's expecting you," Destry Mathison nodded as the two boys reached his desk just outside Jan's office. Pete opened the door and allowed Jamey to go first. Inside he saw Jan leaning against the edge of his desk and, to his surprise, Jet Cox was lounging seductively on the leather couch. "Heyyyyy, there he is...thought maybe you'd decided to swim back to Nassau," Jet joked at he hopped from the couch and embraced the naked boy he'd 'devirginalized' just the night before. "I...uhhh...see you two have met," Jan smiled wryly at the two naked boys, their cocks both soaring toward the ceiling. "How's your butt hole today?" Jet asked, now kissing Jamey wildly. "Okay, I guess," Jamey lied. Actually it still hurt more than a little. "I'm probably walking a little funny but..." "That's good to hear," Jan remarked. "Have Destry give you a tube of Relief. That should help with the pain." "Thanks," Jamey told him politely. "Now...Jamey, Jet has come to me asking a favor," Jan's voiced changed to his instructor's tone. "After stepping in for Jason as he did last night, I guess I owe him one." "Jamey...I want you to move over here...over to the big boys dorm and become MY roommate," Jet blurted hopefully, unable to stand Jan's plodding pace. "Now that you're no longer a virgin," Jan began. "It's obvious that you and my brother ain't gonna be doin' much...fuckin' around so..." Jet continued. "But...what about Jason?" Jamey worried aloud, "He's been real good to me, helped me out, helped me meet other boys. He's been a great roommate." "Yes and he almost split ya in two," Jet reminded Jamey. "Ordinarily we don't allow boys to pair off so soon, but...Jet is right, you need someone as a sexual outlet and until you grow a little," Jan paused. "Jason, I'm affraid, is...well, 'off limits' to you right now, at least in the sexual context." "He could still SUCK me...I could fuck HIM...we could suck each other...jack off and stuff," Jamey reasoned. Jan simply shook his head sadly. "Jason is a beautiful, highly sexual, young boy of twelve." Jan began. "He needs someone to fuck. Your picking up with Jet will allow him to find another boy, perhaps a little older without worrying about your feeling as if he deserted you. If you haven't noticed, Jason his highly attuned to the feeling of others. And, best of all, Jet wants YOU, and I think you'll find the accomodations in the main dorm much more to your liking than the...cozy...arangement in the Virgin Dorm." "Will you do it? Will you marry me?" Jet asked anxiously "Marry you?" Jamey looked at the beautiful little boy stgrangely. "It's kind of a running joke...roommates here are said to be married," Jan explained. "Please," Jet entreated, "I wanna fuck you again sooooo bad." "I wanna fuck YOU too, but..." Jamey hesitated. "You sure Jason ain't gonna be mad or nothing. Does he know about...about this?" "Not yet," Jet told him. "I thought we better run it by YOU first...no sense in upsetting Jason if this is not what YOU want to do?" Jan reasoned. "Upsetting?" Jamey repeated. "I don't wanna hurt his feelings by..." "I know, I know," Jan smiled. "I understand how easily you could become attached to Jason. That's why when Jet came to me, I pulled you out of class so we could talk. The sooner we make this move, the easier it'll be on everyone." "You don't think he'll be pissed?" Jamey questioned innocently. "Listen, Jamey, I know Jason. Yes, he's a very loving, sensitive boy," Jan explained. "But he's twelve years old now. He's been around the block a few times and..." "A few HUNDRED times," Jet interrupted. "He no doubt explained that we do NOT fall in love...romatically I mean...here at Cox. He knows the rules. Jason is extremely well-liked among the boys...he's extremely beautiful, extremely sexual." "Fun, funny, sexy, horny..." Jamey added a few adjectives of his own. Jan smiled. "Yes, all that too. He'll do okay...probably have a new roommate befor the day is over." "Jamey, I really DO wanna...make love to you," Jet chose his words carefully. "Last night was...incredible...beautiful. You're so beautiful, I could hardly sleep last night thinking about you...us. I jacked off four times before I got to sleep about four this morning. "Who's gonna tell Jason?" Jamey worried. "Well, unless you object, I thought maybe we ALL could," Jan told him. "Okay?" Jamey thought for a moment, then looked over at Jet sprawled out nakedly on the couch. His cock jumped in seeing the incredibly beautiful young boy who wanted to be his roommate, lover, and fuckbuddy. He shrugged. "Sure, I guess." Jan pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Destry, you can send Jason in now." "Hi....hey, what's up?" Jason greeted his brother, his former tutor, and his roommate as he came in and stood naked before them, his six-inch boy-cock starting to harden without his hardly realizing it. "Hoooo fuck, you're getting sexier every time I see you," Jan admired the slender twelve-year-old as Jason dropped his towel on the padded arm of the couch and perched there waiting to see what was happening. "Jason, after last night, we're thinking about making some changes," Jan paused as he began. "I'm sorry things didn't work out but, well, now we've got to...adjust to...I guess you could say the facts of life." "Hoooo, no, Jamey's pregnant...damn I knew we should have stopped after Jet got off," Jason joked. "Jason, how do you feel about the fact you won't be able to fuck Jamey....maybe for... months...years maybe, until your cock slacks off or his ass stretches considerably," Jan questioned the young boy he himself would love to fuck if he didn't have the same problem as Jason and Jamey. Jason shrugged, the smile fading from his face. "Disappointed, I guess...a little." "A little?" Jan questioned. "Well....you know, it's not the end of the world as we know it. I was as surprised as you guys when...it wouldn't fit," Jason admitted. "Jason, your brother came to me this afternoon asking if I could arrange for Jamey to become HIS roommate," Jan finally got to the point. "I became quite attached to him last night," Jet told his older brother, a note of mischievous irony in his voice. "I'm not tryin' to...you know, STEAL him away, it's just that..." "You need a roommate you can FUCK," Jamey interrupted, telling Jason. "How do YOU feel...you okay with this," Jason asked, realizing by Jamey's words how he felt. "And I need a roommate who can fuck ME," Jamey continued. "I hope you're not mad." "You like gettin' fucked?" Jason smiled. "I wasn't sure after last night if maybe you wouldn't turn straight." "I guess I'd need a GIRL to decide that, and as far as I can see...except for your mom, there seems to be a profound shortage of available cunts around here," Jamey tried to joke. Both boys laughed politely, recognizing their mother's reputation for devouring boy-cocks. "That could probably be arranged," Jason told him, only half joking. "I was kidding," Jamey reacted in alarm. "We know that," Jan smiled as the boys struggled to cope with the evolving circumstances by kidding one another. "Maybe I'll just move back to the "big boys'" dorm," Jason suggested. "We could...you know, share Jamey." "SHARE him," Jet reacted in dismay, encountering a scenario he'd never once considered. "Yeah, I guess that's one possibility," Jan smiled, "...though from what I hear...from what I've SEEN...what you're suggesting would be a rather moot point." "Moot point? What's a moot point?" Jet questioned, screwing up his face in ignorance. "It means that over in what Jason so aptly calls the "big boys" dorm, everybody pretty much sleeps where they like, when they like, with whom they like, so even if you call each other roommates, you're both going to be having a lot of..." Jan laughed. "...extramarital relations." "I hadn't thought about that," Jet admitted. "Maybe we could get a private room or something." "Nope. Out of the question," Jan shook his head decisively. "No fucking way. You two are too young. l'd have a fuckin' MUTINY on my hands if I let two little twerps like you pair off and set up housekeeping in a deluxe room reserved for juniors and seniors. And on top of that, you're both named Cox." "Huh?" That went over even Jason's head. "It's called favoritism," Jan explained. "Look, I can do little stuff...shit like this for you two boys and no one is gonna much care...or even know about it. But if I go too far, so it looks like I'm...coddling the...heirs...it wouldn't be long till all hell would break loose. I've already driven this point home with the staff...NO SPECIAL TREATMENT for you two. So don't ask... hell, don't even THINK about it. You got that?" Both Jason and Jet nodded. They'd heard that sermon before. "So...you two gonna have a knock-down, drag-out over this hot little morsel of naked boyflesh, or you gonna shake hands...kiss and make up...let bygones be bygones, share and share alike...? Jan pressed the point with every trite expression he knew. "Do I have to KISS him?" Jet reacted in mock disgust. "Like you haven't a million times before," Jason smirked. "Look, I don't wanna start a fight between..." Jamey began. "You won't," Jason told his "former" roommate. "We'll start planning your wedding within the hour. I'll get Destry to help, he loves that kind of shit." "Wedding?" Jamey jerked his head up in alarm. "Figure of speech," Jan laughed. "If you three all agree, just say, 'I do' and we'll conclude the ceremony with a three-way kiss....make that a FOUR-way kiss," Jan stood up, beckoning the three boys to join him. "Jason?" "I do." "Jamey?" Jan's gaze fell on the boy's lovely naked boy-body. "I do," Jamey smiled up at Jan, then the two brothers. "Jet?" "You have to ask?" Jet laughed in giddy delight as he hugged first Jamey, then drew his brother into their embrace as Jan hugged all three of them. "You forgot to say 'I do'," Jan reminded the youngest of the boys. "I do," Jet laughed, then sang out, "I do, I do, I do, I do, I do."