Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 01:15:08 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 16 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 SIXTEEN By the time the Cox Academy plane reached Miami International, Jamey had fallen asleep, cuddling in his father's arms like a young child. Jim London hated to awaken him as they landed. "We there?" Jamey asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "We're in Miami, you got your passport?" Jim asked. "Right here," patted his shirt pocket, feel the coolness of its cover against his bare chest beneath his thin sportshirt. "Just relax," the pilot told them once the engines had stopped. "We have some state and federal paperwork to fill out then there'll probably be an inspector to look things over." Jim nodded. He'd been through this several times before. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, time to re-enter the real world out there." Jamey slipped his bare feet into some flipflops on the floor then tried to open the door to the plane. "Just wait," Jim held him, kissing him on the top of his blondish head. "This takes a while." "Andre will escourt you inside and through customs," the pilot told his passengers. "I'll be over on the other side warming up the engines on the jet." "I need to use the restroom," Jamey complained. "You and me both," Jim smiled. It had been a long flight. "Ahhh, here comes the customs inspector now," Andre smiled. "Howya doin' Steve? "Not bad," the customs agent smiled back. "Who we got here?" "Mr. James C. London and his son, James C. London Jr., " Andre informed the inspector briskly. "Passports?" Jim handed his own and Jamey's over to the official who looked at them quickly compared the pictures inside with the faces. "Looks like junior here could use a new photo," the man commented then handed them back to Jim. "What's the rule on that?" Jim questioned. "Supposed to be every three years but recently we've been letting them slip by if they're less than five years old," Steve, the customs agent told them. "Might be good to stop at our office in the terminal before you leave the country again, though. It won't take long. We can laminate a new Polaroid shot of of him in about ten minutes." "Sir...could we go now, I'm about to piss myself," Jamey told the official. Steve laughed. "I think that's a reasonable request," the man said. "Andre, you know where to go, right?" "This way," Andre led them at a fairly brisk pace for Jamey's sake. Inside, Jamey chose a urinal right next to his father's, making no secret of the fact he was watching his dad urinate, checking out his flacid cock. Jim smiled to himself, then returned the favor as father and son exchanged knowing glances. "Am I just imagining, or have you grown some?" "Probably," Jamey replied as he tucked himself back inside his short. Jim took a deep breath and shook his head in dismay as he realized his young son wore no underwear, that his entire "ensemble" consisted of a thin pair of shorts, sportshirt, and fliplops. "After all the trouble Jet went to find you some underwear, the least you could do would be to..." Jim cut himself off as someone walked in and headed for the urinal next to Jamey's. "I prefer commando," Jamey told his dad, not to mention the thirty-something man beside him. Jim rolled his eyes in embarrassment and forced a smile as the man who had joined them smiled back then turned his attention to his own dick. "Wash, then let's go, we don't want to keep Andre waiting," Jim told his son. Actually he was less interested in their personal hygiene and more concerned about putting some distance between them and the man just finishing at the urinal. About five minutes later Andre ushered their two passengers into the Cox hangar where sat the company jet, it's engines idling softly. "Hooooo shit this, fucker's HUGE," Jamey suddenly gushed as both Jim and Andre laughed at the boy's expense. "HUGGGEEEEE!" "Keep away from the jet exhaust, or...little guy like you...you'll end up flyin' across the hanger," Andre warned. "I must say, I'm nearly as impressed as Jamey," Jim confessed to their new pilot as they shook hands. "I didn't catch your name." "This is Mark Harrod," Andre introduced them. "I'll be continuing on to Atlanta as your co-pilot." "Man, this is quite a step up from that dinky little thing we flew in on," Jamey gushed. "Seats ten comfortbably...twelve uncomfortably," Mark, the pilot noted. "You two are gonna rattle around back there like two stones in a tin can," Andre joked as he helped father and son up the steps into the cabin. "WHOOOAAAA...soooo frigid," Jamey blinked as his tired eyes beheld the luxurious black leather and gold interior. "Frigid?" Jim questioned. "That's waaaayyyy beyond cool," Jamey translated as he settled into a broad, comfortable, swivel seat. It practically gobbled him up. "Dad, we gotta get us one of 'ese." "I'm afraid I could schedule an attendant on such short notice but the bar up front is well stocked and the galley has a variety of items, the best airline food money can buy," the pilot joked. Hungry, Jamey got up and started looking through the various prepackaged meals. "Wow, hotdogs and saurkraut," he cried joyfully as he popped the frozen meal into a convection oven. "My god, Jamey, you must have a cast iron stomach," Jim sighed as their pilot went forward to the cockpit. "And a very cute one, from what I've seen. Where the hell did that shirt come from, it's about two sizes too big for you." Jamey shrugged. Hard to tell. Jet probably stole it outta some guy's locker," Jamey shrugged. "Hey...we're alone now, can I take it off?" "Oh, I suppose, if you think you must," Jim relented, though in fact he wanted to see how much his son had filled out in the past ten weeks. "Get your ass in a seat and buckle up, we're moving." The takeoff was smooth, fast, and surprisingly quiet. Once they were up, Jamey wasted no time looking around the cabin. He took about two seconds to doff his shirt. "Hey, dad, look they got a bed back here...sorta...kind of narrow but..." He slipped off his flipflops and flipflopped down on it. "Not bad, dad, you oughta come try it out." "Jamey London, are you trying to seduce your tired old man?" Jim laughed as he nonetheless made his way toward the rear of the plane and there blinked at the exquisitely beautiful, half-naked, young boy lying on his side staring up at him. The others had been right. Jamey was not the same shy, sweet little boy he'd left on Cox Isle just a few weeks before. "You horny little sexpot you," He laughed. "Come on, we better eat or your... hotdog is gonna be shriveled up like...like your dick after a blowjob." "DAD!" This time it was Jamey's turned to be shocked as he hopped from the bed, his nylon shorts now hanging low about his thin, naked hips, held up mostly by his rapidly hardening boy-cock. "I can't believe you just...." "You can't believe you're the hotest little pre-pube at twenty-thousand feet," Jim teased the boy. "Here, watch out, it's hot," he handed his nearly naked young son the plastic plate laden with two weiners and a generous helping of smelly kraut. "Mmmmm," Jamey tasted the kraut followed by a bite of meat. "You really think I'm sexy?" "When's the last time you looked in a mirror?" Jim smiled as his own cock began to grow firm inside his khaki slacks. His attention was torn between his lasagna and his seductive young son. "And don't try and tell me you don't know what a blowjob is." "Jet says I'm damned good," Jamey winked at his father. "You...you two have sex often?" Jim pried, his curiosity overcoming any fatherly restraint. "No," Jamey told his dad. "No?" "More like CONSTANTLY," Jamey added, laughing as his father nearly coughed up his dinner. "I...err....what else do you do together?" Jim questioned, feeling his cock now rigid. "You sure you want to know?" Jamey teased his father, his own cock tenting out his shorts quite noticeably. "No," Jim admitted. "But you're just dying to tell me, right?" "We jack, suck, and fuck," Jamey was finding it harder and harder to shock his father. "Mmmm...yes, I noticed this morning," Jim recalled. "You're thoroughly gay, then, I take it." "I guess...more like we're in love," Jamey surprised even himself to hear those words. "Hmph...LOVE is it?" Jim forced himself to take his son's declaration lightly. He took a sip of the martini he'd fixed himself at the bar, hoping it would make his son's newfound sexual openess easier to take. "I know we're not suppose to, but...we can't help it," Jamey added. "I can't say I'm surprised," Jim told him. "You're both so young...hormones gone wild...you'll get over it." "But...I don't WANT to get over it," Jamey told his dad as he finished his last bite of saurkraut. "I love him." "Really," Jim reacted, not wishing to make light of his son's sincere emotional attachment but at the same time, not at all happy about it either. "We want to be together the rest of our lives," Jamey declared. "Even when we're old and gray and can't fuck each other anymore...we love each other." Jim wiped his mouth on his cloth napkin and finished his drink. His head was spinning and it wasn't the alcohol. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back there, and get naked and jack off," Jamey declared boldly. "It's been a while and I'm...horny as hell." Before he even made it past the lavatory Jamey had let his final garment fall to the floor. He wiggled his bare ass, knowing he was giving his father a painfully hard cock. "You can stay up front and pretend you don't have a hardon, or....maybe come back and...join me?" He smiled over his shoulder as he closed the sleeping cabin door. Jim London slumped back in his seat, physically drained by his son's bold attempt at seduction. Slowly he got up, took their empty trays to the disposal bin in the galley, then went forward and knocked on the cockpit door. "Everything okay back there?" Andre asked solicitously. "Yes, of course...everything is...how long do we have before we land in Atlanta?" he asked. "Usualy about an hour from now but traffic's pretty heavy tonight, might end up being two," Mark Harrod, the pilot told him. "Just wondering. We thought we'd catch some z's," Jim told him. "No problem, I'll sound some chimes in time for you to get buckled in before we start our final approach," Andre offered. "Thanks," Jim said as he closed the cockpit door. He headed back, unbuttoning his shirt as he went on, picking up Jamey's shorts and shirt along the way. He thought about knocking before entering the tiny sleeping compartment but didn't. Inside, the lights were dim, but not so dim he couldnt make out the lithe, slender young boy-body of his son, and his cock hard. Jamey was lying seductively on his side looking up at him. "What took you so long? Jamey smiled seductively. "I've been laying here, ready, naked, and waiting for you to come for me." "Hooooo my goddddddd," Jim could only sigh in disbelief at the exquisite boyish beauty lying out naked on the tiny excuse for a bed. Jamey was more beautiful than any boy he'd ever seen in his life. "Get naked," Jamey invited as his slender, young, four-inch boycock flexed with a life of its own. Jim London didn't have to be asked twice. His pants fell to the floor, weighted down with spare change, keys, and his wallet. His white brief's quickly followed, then both socks and his shoes. His seven-inch mancock stood straight up, totally erect. "God, it takes you an HOUR to get undressed," Jamey teased him mercilessly. "I'm liable to cum a couple times before you even get around to molesting me. "Is that what I'm doing? Molesting you?" Jim struggled to accomodate his son's new tendency to call things by their right names. "Do you like being molested? Do you WANT me to molest you now?" "Whatever," Jamey rolled his eyes, his trembling little boy-body too impatient to play his father's word games. He felt his father's warm nakednesss slip in next to his own, pulling him into his arms. Jamey kissed him with a fervor that made his father tremble with lust. "Hoooo god, Jamey," Jim broke from his sons lips his hands holding the boy's head on both sides, as he began kissing his face all over, moving down over the boy's neck, to his chest, sucking his nipples, teasing them, before moving on down over his son's slender, naked chest, ribs, and abdomen, pausing at his navel to lick it clean while all the time Jamey squirmed beneath him, driving his hard, throbbing, boycock against his father's nakedness. "Ohhhhh fuck, son, you are...are...sooooo hot...so...sooo..." Words failed him as he found Jamey's hard, rigid cock and sucked it in. "Ohhhhh fuck dad, yes, yes, yes, do it to me, molest me, daddy, molest me, molest me, just molest the fuckin' hell outta me, dad, suck me, suck my cock, suck me off, ohhh yeah, yeah, ohhhh fuck you give great blowjobs, man, oahahhhhhhh fucckkkkkk harder, suck me harder, faster, ohhhh yeah,yeah, yeah, dad, makin' it feel good, yeah, yeah, keep doin' it to me like that, keep suckin' me like that, ahhhhehhah fuck, feels good, feels good, makin' my cock feel good...my whole naked body feelin' good, ahhhah yeah, yeah, dad, gettin' to, me, ahahhhh fuck, ahhhhhhhhh FUUUUCCCKKK...lahghoaiehoih, gonna make me cum, make me cum, dad, ahgoeiaehroihoi fuck gettin' me close...close...closer....ahahheiaioh DAD, DAD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M...I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, SHOOTIN' MY CUM....AHHAHHHAHHHHHHK!!!" "hooooooOOOOO FUCKIN' DAMN, KID WHEN DID YOU START FUCKIN' SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM," Jim cried out in shock and awe as Jamey gave him quite a mouthful of his youthful boy-juice. "SUCK ME, DAD, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, KEEP SUCKIN' ME, SUCK MY CUM, SUCK MY CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY COCK, RIGHT UP FROM MY BALLS, AHHAHHEHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, SHOOTIN' MY CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, OHHH FUCK, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, KEEP SUCKIN' ME OFF...OHHHHAHHAH YEAH, DAD, MOLEST ME, MOLEST ME, AHGHOEAIEHOHI FUCK FEELS SOOOO GOOD WHEN YOU SUCK ME OFF, AHHEHHAHEH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHhhhhhhhhhh...!!" Jamey collapsed back down to the bed, melting into his father's embraced as the man, gripped him tightly around the hips, unwilling to release his hold, unwilling to release the boy's seeping cock as Jamey's salty-sweet essence flooded his mouth. Reluctantly he swallowed his son's sexual offering. Then, without a word, Jamey squirmed around, bringing his own cocksucking lips to his father's massive cock and swallowing it whole. "Jamey, Jamey, no, you...you don't have to...you don't...ophhhhahhhahhehhhh god, Jamey, yes, yes, yes, do it to me, ahhahhehh fuck yes, do it to me, ohahhahhehhhhh yeah, suck me, boy, suck my cock, ahhhhahhh fuck where the hell'd you learn to suck cock like...like....ahoaiehoihoih god, yes, yes, yes, feels like you've learned your lessons well back there....ahehoaiehoihoih god, Jet teach you to....tooo...laooaohehhaehoiiohoh fuck! Jet teach you to suck like that, like...like, ahgoeiahoihih baby, ahgheoihoih fuck, boy, do it to me, do it to your daddy, suck me off, boy, suck me off. ahgooeohaeohhhhh!!! "Feelin' good?" Jamey lifted his lips from his father's cock long enough to ask. Then without waiting for an answere once more plunged down over the more than seven inches of man-cock, devouring it with a sexual expertise that once again had Jim's head...both of them--spinning in pleasure. "Ohhhh god, Jamey...pull off...stop. You're gonna make me cum, boy, ahhhaheh fuck get ready. You up to takin' your ole man's load?" Jim questioned as he kept picturing the sex fiend so wildly sucking his cock as nothing more than a delicate, sweeet little boy. Jamey held on, nodding his head, gripping his father's pelvis firmly, working to arouse the cock in his mouth to newer and ever higher realms of delerious pleasure. He kept reminding himself to think first of his lover's sexual pleasure, and only then of his own. Jamey savored his father's cum, knowing that with ever silvery spurt he was making his father feel what he himself had felt just few moments before. Then, suddenly he was still feeling it as he realized his father was still shooting his cum, again and again. "OAHHHHAHHH DAD, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM AT ME, OAHHHA FUCK, FUCK FUCK, SHOOT IT, DAD, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT, JUST LIKE ME...JUST LIKE I DID," Jamey cried out as he devoured his father's cock and every single drop of thick, hot, man-cum gushing and spurting from the depts of his father's balls. "OOAHAIIAIOHHHEHHAIHAHHEHHAHRGGGHHHH, JAMEY, JAMEY, BEAUTIFUL, SWEET, LOVELY JAMEY, SON, OHHAHHHH FUCK, YOU'RE KILLIN' ME, SON, KILLIN' ME WITH YOUR LIPS, WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL LITTLE NAKED BOY-BODY, SON, AHEHHAEHHRHE FUCK, FEELS GOOD, BOY, KEEP SUCKIN' ME LIKE THAT, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME. kEEP MAKIN' ME CUM...HARDER AND HARDER...OHHHAH FUCK, FUCK FUCK YESSSSSSS...!!" Jim London cried out in aching, ejaculating, naked, sexual pleasure as quietly as he could, lest one of the crew might come back and find him molesting his beautiful naked little boy--his beautiful little eleven-year-old son. "I love you dad," Jamey whispered between his father's lips. "I love you too," Jim told the boy, knowing it sounded trite, even sick, as they two of them continued lying naked together, cock to cock, Jamey still heaving and thrusting his newly hardening boy-cock, Jim's cum all but gluing them together.