Date: Sun, 14 May 2017 11:48:08 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter Fourteen 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 FOURTEEN James London sat in his Atlanta office at his vice-president's desk where he worked for The Averill Group, a massive holding company for more than a dozen medium-size firms. They were involved in such things as real estate, automotive parts, snack foods, golf carts, industrial refrigeration units, nursing homes, a recording studio, two hotel chains, and three golf course. He sat staring off into space contemplating another corporate acquisition, a Canadian typewriter company seeking capital to launch a home computer manufacturing enterprise. His mind was blank. Or rather, it seemed that way as he was totally preoccupied by how much he missed his eleven-year-old son, Jamey, now attending a boarding school in the Bahamas. It had been nearly ten weeks now, the longest he'd ever gone without seeing his son, even when his ex-wife had custody of the boy while they were going through a nasty, and quite expensive divorce. Being apart from his son made him realize just how much and how deeply he loved the incredibly beautiful little boy who, he also realized would never be the lovely little guy he'd dropped off on the tropical paradise-like Cox Isle more than two months ago. His mind kept going back, dwelling on his last night with Jamey when the two of them found themselves relaxing together, naked in their private spa where Jamey and his seductive, young boy-body had enticed him into mutual masturbation, and with it the onset of a new, sexual relationship with the boy. It was at that moment that his phone buzzed to life. "Park South is on the line, Mr. London, I think you better take the call," Marsha his secretary told him. "Right. Thanks," Jim London replied as he heard the "click" connecting him with the hospital. "Jim London here." "Mr. London, this is Bob Carey, Park South Hospital." The male voice on the other end began. "Last night we had to move your father to ICU. I'm sorry to have to tell you, but about three a.m., he had another stroke...this one worse than the others. "Worse than the others?" Jim London repeated in shocked disbelief. "This time his whole left side is paralyzed, he's on life support," the hospital spokesman continued. "We're calling in next of kin...we don't expect him to make it through the day." "Is he conscious? Can he speak? Does he recognize people he knows?" Jim London fired off a series of questions. "Conscious...uhhh...a little I guess...he's in and out, we're losing him," the family counselor confided. "As for his speech, that seems to be unaffected. Hard to say whether he'll know you. We're suggesting you get over here as soon as possible if you hope to see him alive." "How long?" Jim London asked, trying not to break down. "A few hours at most." "I'm on my way, thanks for calling." Jim said as he hung up. He grabbed his jacket then headed out. "Marsha...dad's...leaving us. I'll be at Park South. Not a word of this to anyone except Alan Hazelton, and tell him there's no need to rush off to the hospital. We need him here to keep this under wraps until the market closes and we can figure out how to best manage it." "I'm sorry," Marsha told him, her voice cracking. "Your father was...is...a wonderful man. "Call me if the place burns to the ground, but otherwise..." "Right," Marsha replied crisply as she watched her boss rush off. ------------------------------ It was some twenty minutes later that Jim London arrived at the hospital. He was met in the hall outside his father's private room by Dr. Adamson, his father's private physician. "How bad?" Jim asked breathlessly. "Bad enough," Dr. Adamson replied, but a little better than when we called. "We removed the breathing tube. He's on his own for the moment. His speech is slurred, of course, no movement, no feeling on his left side. He's been asking for you." Jim followed the doctor into the room where his father seemed to be sleeping. He looked worse than Jim had expected. "Dad? It's me...Jim...your son." He wasn't sure how the stroke had effected his father's grip on reality. Allister London stirred, opening his right eye, then weakly lifted his right arm, pointing toward the bedstand next to Jim. "Therr...the paprr..." "It's his will. He seems to want you to have it," Dr. Adamson nodded toward the thick packet of papers in a clear plastic envelope. "You know a Mr. Horner?" "His lawyer," Jim confirmed as he took the papers from the envelope. "He was here a couple days ago," Dr. Adamson told him. "ehhh commany...isa yawas, the dying man struggled to speak, though his mind seemed quite lucid. "The company is..." Dr. Adamson began translating. "Yours...yes, I heard him. I understood," Jim interrupted as he glanced over the papers. "Aw ehhh Aweral schtog...isa yawas." "Dad...but...but what about Betsy?" Jim asked, referring to his younger sister by three years. "NO!" Allister raised his voice. "Bod's a bastood." "What'd he say?" Jim looked up at the doctor helplessly. He had a pretty good idea but he didn't want to believe what he was hearing. "Sounded like Bob's a bastard. Who's Bob?" Dr. Adamson questioned. Jim took a long sad, deep breath. "My brother-in-law." "Ohh...family rift?" Dr. Adamson guessed. "I didn't mean to pry." "Something like that...maybe more like world war III at times," Jim said sadly. "I leff Befty...Betty...Bethey..." Allister struggled with his daughter's name. "A miyum er two. Hornah seb sheed sue to breg eh 'ill udder'ise." "I understand," Jim nodded, although he knew his sister and her "bastard" husband well enough to know there'd still be a major family blow-up once she read the will. "Weas Yamey?" Allister asked his voice weakening. "Jamey's away at school," Jim replied, resisting the urge to add details regarding his father's only grandson. Allister nodded, apparently understanding. "Tell eem I wuv eem." He took several deep breaths of oxygen through his face mask. "I will," Jim promised his father as he looked up at Dr. Adamson helplessly. The doctor shook his head. "He's ready to go." "There's nothing you can do?" "Nothing I WILL do," Dr. Adamson replied softly. "Unless you insist," he added as an afterthought for legal reasons. Jim felt his eyes water, a tear meandering down his right cheek as he shook his head. "No." His father was no longer breathing. ------------------------------- It was two days later when the Cox Academy plane glided to a stop in front of the Cox Isle Grand Hotel. "Tell Jan Dix to get his ass over here NOW," Jack Cox told the hotel bell hop who met them at the plane. "Don't worry about the bags, we'll take them ourselves." "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your flying me over on such short notice," Jim London told his friend and host. "Yesterday was a bad day and the one before even worse." "Two days isn't 'short notice'," Jack insisted as they walked toward the hotel lobby. "You're a major Cox stockholder now...and for Jamey's sake...it's the least I could do." "Nonetheless..." Jim began. "You'll be flying back with Jamey, I take it," Jack presumed. "When's the funeral?" "Tomorrow at one," Jim told him. "It was a...an effort, but I managed to talk my sister into holding off for a day. It's likely to be a pretty quiet affair, she's no longer speaking to me." "Private service?" Jack asked. "Not as private as I'd like but..." Jim told him as they entered the hotel lobby. "It's going to be tight, getting back in time, even leaving here this afternoon." "I've taken care of that," Jack told him. "I beg your pardon?" "I've arrange the Cox Pharm private jet to meet us in Miami; it'll fly you straight from there to Atlanta...you and Jamey can rest on the way, arrive refreshed." "You didn't have to do that," Jim started to object. "You're right, but I did," Jack smiled. "You checking in?" "No...I...don't see the need," Jim told his host. "Damn, where the hell is Jan," Jack looked at his watch. "I want him with us when we see Jamey, he's good at handling this sort of thing...happened twice last year." "I appreciate that," Jim told him. "I'm not looking forward to....Jamey loved his grandfather immensely. He doesn't know about the strokes. It's so isolated out here, no phones, and I didn't think writing a letter was the best way to..." "Here he is...JAN! Over here," Jack hailed the school's director to where they were sitting. "Pull up a chair." "Jan," Jim nodded, recalling their brief acquaintence from the day he'd dropped off Jamey. "What's the emergency, it sounded urgent," Jan questioned. "I'd been here sooner but I had to..." "Never mind that," Jack cut him off realizing jan had been frantically donning some clothes. He wore yellow shorts, a white t-shirt, and flipflops. "We are short of time but that's not important. Jan, Jamey London's grandfather died a couple days ago and I thought it might be best if you came along with us when we went over to tell Jamey." "Maybe I should go over and get him, bring him over here," Jan suggested with good reason. He'd probably have to pry him out of the naked clutches of Jet Cox. "That won't be necessary," Jim London told them. "I know the situation." "You know the..." Jan replied, somewhat flustered. "Jim London just put twenty-million into Cox," Jack informed his employee. "Look, I'm no billionaire...well, yet anyway, but you think I'd put that kind of money into an enterprise without doing some rather deep research?" Jim asked rhetorically. "Believe me, I'm well aware of the kind of...racket...excuse me...school...you...we've got going here...right down to the details regarding the Cox Pharmaceutical...milking machines...if that's what are you calling them now...?" "Extractors," Jan replied, somewhat in shock. Jan looked at his boss in dismay, then back at Jim. "And....and you're okay with Jamey's..." "For now," Jim London read his thoughts. "We WILL be withdrawing Jamey from Cox, but Jack here has talked me into letting him finish out the term, so it'll be Christmas, maybe January at the earliest." "But...but why, Jamey...let me tell you...Jamey LOVES it here," Jan objected. "He and Jet..." "My younger son..." Jack injected. "They're roommates...like brothers...maybe more than..." "Look, can we get on with this?" Jim insisted impatiently. "Of course," Jack agreed. "There'll be plenty of time to discuss this later," Jim told them. "We'll send Jamey back on the Cox plane, if you don't mind, as soon as the funeral is over." "So soon?" Jack reacted in surprise as they got up and headed for Jan's golf cart waiting outside. Jim nodded. "I don't want to go into details but I'll be taking Jamey back to a rather intense little...no...not so little...monstrous, in fact...family squabble which I want him to have no part in. The sooner I can extract him from...the family reunion...the better." "Maybe I better call the dorm, have Jamey meet us in the lounge, or somewhere private," Jan suggested. "I kind of wanted to surprise him," Jim London said softly, smiling slightly. "I...I understand but..." Jack began apprehensively. "I hope you understand, YOU'RE the one who may be the more surprised." "I don't have to tell you, Jamey isn't the sweet, innocent little boy you left with us a couple months ago." Jan told him as they crossed over the "hump" separating the two sides of the island. He was growing more nervous the closer they got to the main campus. Already they could see numerous teenaged boys, every one of them completely naked, either walking together along the road or in the distance. Several of them waved as the three of them passed in the golf cart. Jim waved back, admiring their slender, well-tanned, well-toned naked boy-bodies, many of them sporting hard or semi-hard cocks, some of them of surprising size. "Don't worry, I've seen my son naked before...and with a hard on too," Jim once more smiled wryly." Jan and Jack fertively exchanged silent smiles as they sat side by side in the front seat of the cart. They pulled to a stop in front of the admin building where Destry Mathison was waiting for them. Unlike Jan, he'd not bothered to cover his nakedness. "Where is he?" Jack demanded of his twenty-one-year-old brother-in-law. "Hard to say," Destry shrugged. "One of the boys said he was with your son over in the south wing, fourth floor." "I wish it wasn't Saturday," Jan sighed. "Saturday?" Jack questioned as they headed down a stone-paved path toward the dorm. "If it weren't Saturday, he'd be in class about now," Jack explained. "Easier to find. As it is..." Jim nodded. "I see." He sensed Jack wasn't as concerned with finding Jamey as what they might find when they did. Jim's eyes strayed considerably as he tried not to stare in seeing two naked boys about Jamey's age fervidly sucking each other's cocks as they lay on the narrow stone seat encircling a fountain. The three of them exchanged knowing glances but continued, as did the two boys. "Looks perilous," Jim smiled wondering how long the boys, in their orgasmic passion, tumbled off the seat onto the stone pavement. Jim steeled himself for just such a scene when they finally found Jamey. "This way," Jan motioned toward an elevator. When the doors opened three naked boys piled out. Two did not. They were lodged in one corner, passionately making out, heaving and thrusting their hard three-inch boycocks at one another. They turned, looking briefly at the three men, then turned back to one another and redoubled their efforts to achieve orgasms, now that they had a captive audience. "Dean...Damon...you seen Jamey London around?" Jack inquired. The boys hardly broke their rythmn as one of them used his thumb to point upward. "Punch four." He told them, then went back to swabbing out his friends mouth with his tongue. "Busy day," Jim told Jack under his breath as the elevator stopped on four. "Not really...it's still early," Jack told him as they came off the elevator and turned right. "This time of day on a Saturday...not up here, but down below, near the pool...slippery when slimey." "You have to watch your step," Jan told Jim as their eyes swept back and forth, searching for the exquisitely beautiful pre-teen boy. "Whoa..." Jim suddenly held out both arms, stopping the other two. Across the glass-walled dorm room, sprawled out on one of four or five huge, round beds, Jim recognized his son...flat on his back...legs bent...uplifted...getting fucked...hard...fast... Jan lurched forward, observing his worst nightmare. Jim grabbed his upper arm, silently restraining him. He shook his head, "No need to traumatize the boy." He whispered. "Plenty of time to do that later." "I'm sorry, Jim, I was afraid this might..." Jack began, murmurring softly. "Don't appologize," Jim told them as the three of them watched intently. "Your son?" Jack nodded. "They're practically inseparable," Jan added, recognizing the wisdom of what Jim was doing in allowing the two boys to enjoy their orgasms before invading their sexual space. "They're really quite...beautiful..." Jim sighed, his voice trailing off as the pace picked up. "It won't be long." "You and Jamey...been there, done that?" Jack Cox guessed. Jim shook his head. "I know my son," he added as an afterthought. "aahahhhahiehghhgh AHAHEIEIROEGHHHHH,...OOWHGHOEIAEHAHEHRHH FUCCCCCCKKK!' The three men heard Jamey cry out as Jet's tiny bare butt became a blur. "Gettin' me there," Jet cried out. "ahhahHHAHEEIHHHhhhhhhh gonna....gettin' me close...ahh fuck, Jamey...do it, man, do it! I'm gonna...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...HAOEIHOIH FUCK, AHEHHAHEHH FUCK, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME...AOHEHHAHEHH GOD, i LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH, I CAN HARDLY STAND IT! KEEP DOIN IT, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, I'M CUMMIN....I'M CUMMIN' HARRRDDD...HARDER AND HARDER!!! "Jet's still too young to ejaculate but..." Jack explained. "He has incredible dry-cums." "More like all-hell-breaks-loose dry cums," Jan suggested as they watched the two boys soar into excruciating detonations of pleasure together. "This go on a lot?" Jim asked softly. "Not really," Jim told him, playing down what they were seeing. "REALLY," Jan contradicted his boss. "Especially on a Saturdays...well....look around," Jan showed them out onto a balcony. Virtually every way they turned, down on the beach...two...three...four, maybe five or six Cox boys were heaving and thrusting their firm, slender, naked boy-bodies together in search of orgasmic bliss." "Your son is as beautiful as...well...mine...err...almost," Jim observed as the boys began to drift down from their sexual high. "They make a sweet pair." "DAAAAAAADDDDDDDD!!!!" The word split the solemn stillness of the sunny, midmorning air. "I hope you're ready for this..." Jack Cox observed. "Hope we all are."