Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2017 02:23:10 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 17 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 SEVENTEEN Shortly before their pilot alerted them that they were about to land, Jim London finished a quick sponge bath then went back to the sleeping compartment only to find his son not there. Jim finished dressing then went forward to the front lavatory where Jamey was all cleaned up, dressed, and struggling to finagle his black necktie to make it look decent. He was pleased to see that Jamey's navy blue suit still fit reasonably well, except for being about an inch too short. "I hate this thing," Jamey complained in frustration as his dad took over, helping him retie his tie. "You put the wrong side over the top first," Jim told his son. "There...perfect. You clean up pretty good, you know that?" "Feels sooo weird, wearing clothes again. Jamey sighed as the seatbelt light came on and they took their seats, fastened themselves into them. "Can I get naked again soon as we get home?" "Only if I can get naked with you," Jim teased the boy. "Don't tell me you're still horny." "I'm ALWAYS horny, 'cept now there ain't much I can do about it," Jamey complained. "When you get home and crawl into bed, you can jack off till you drain you cute little boy-balls." "JACK OFF?" Jamey cried in horror. "Dad, you know how long it's been since I jacked off. Jim started to guess a week, but changed up to a month. "WRONG," Jamey laughed as they felt the wheels touch down on the runway. "More like NEVER...well, almost never." "Really?" Jim reacted, trying to act surprised. Actually, he was surprised...a little anyway. "You and Jet...?" "He does me then I do him," Jamey told his dad. "He says he likes to watch me cum...see the look on my face when I pop a load." "Pretty intense?" Jim smiled, savoring their closeness and his son's forthright innocense. "Ohhhh man, the intensest," Jame shifted his cock inside his suit pants, toying with the idea of unzipping it and setting the rooster free. Momentarily the pilot opened the cockpit door and came back. "Andre's taxing, we'll be at the Cox terminal in a few minutes. "You two have a nice flight? You get any rest?" Father and son looked at one another and smiled. "We had a nice flight." Jim reported dryly. "A VERY nice flight," Jamey mischievously added, once more feeling his cock getting hard. "Over there, is the Cox Atlanta limo waiting to take you to Peachtree Park and the Cox penthouse," the pilot added. "It just three blocks from the Walters Funeral Home where your father is. Jack radioed us and them, they'll be expecting you. The time in Atlanta is 10:45, the temperature is 68 degrees, and it's misting a little." "I could say, 'you didn't have to do all that', but then...I wasn't looking forward to the hour-long trek to the suburbs," Jim eyed his son who was suddenly in a much better mood. Jim read his son's mind, noticing the boy's erectile excitement. "Send Mr. Cox a message thanking him profusely," "The penthouse is yours as long as you need it," the pilot told them as the cabin door opened, dropping down to form a set of steps. "I'll be driving you to your destination," Andre informed them. "Thank you, I could get used to this," Jim smiled as Andre helped them down from the plane and guided them to the massive white Cadillac parked nearby. "COOOOOOLLLLLL...frigid, in fact," Jamey sighed as he slid across the leather rear seat. "Can you talk Averill into gettin' us one of these?" "Well, Jamey, I hadn't thought about it but," Jim paused to consider the possibility. "I agree, it would be rather...frigid?" "And a helicopter, you'll need a helicopter too," Jamey pleaded. "That would be the frigidest." "More frigid," Jim corrected. Apparently they'd not yet taught superlative in his language arts class. The Cox Park was about twenty minutes from Hartsfield International. Jamey was so quiet Jim had all but decided the boy had once more dozed off. Then, suddenly, "And a BUTLER, we'll need a butler too...young, good looking, with a four-inch cock." "Whoa...where'd that come from...a four inch cock?" Jim repeated. "I can't handle more'n four inches," Jamey told his father. "Sounds to me you don't need a butler so much as a horny houseboy," Jim laughed. "Yeah, a horny houseboy...you know any horny houseboys?" Jamey asked lightly. "No, but you probably do," Jim told his son, "maybe a Cox Cocks graduate." "Mmmmm...I hadn't thought about that," Jamey said. "But please....please, dad, don't make me leave Cox. I love that place...and Jet..." "Or at least you do for now," Jim allowed. "Now and forever," Jamey insisted. "We'll talk about it later," Jim told his son. "I promised you and Jack...and Jet...another semester. After that....there are just too many things to consider..." "Like what?" "You wouldn't understand," Jim insisted. "Later...maybe after you've gotten a whiff of the stench here in Atlanta..." "Stench?" "Son, please," Jim sighed tiredly. "I've got Betsey and Bob to deal with, I can't handle your situation..." "My situation?" Jamey's voice hardened. "Jet." "I told you, I love him..." Jamey insisted as if that settled the matter. "NOT NOW!" Jim raised his voice. "God, you're just like dad." The rest of the way to the hotel, father and son said nothing. Rarely had Jamey ever heard his father raise his voice; but when he did, it was like a cold slap in the face. Moreover, he knew when it was time to shut up. Peachtree Park was not spectacular in the manner of some Atlanta hotels. It was older. Jim guessed it was built during the 1930s or before, but it had been refurbished a number of times. Jim and Jamey waited as Andre checked them in at the ornate front desk. Momentarily he returned. "We have a problem...or rather I do," "What do you mean?" Jim questioned. "Here's your key, top floor, suite 3001." Andre handed them a key. "As for me, seems as if, in making arrangements for you and Jamey, no one bothered to reserve ME a room. Guess I could sleep in the limo..." "Nonsense, you can stay with us, I'm sure the penthouse is more than the two of us will need," Jim London quickly objected. "Yeah, you can sleep with us," Jamey volunteered. "Well, I don't think I'd go THAT far," Andre laughed. "Thanks, but there are only two bedrooms, I wouldn't want to put you out." "Dad and I can sleep together," Jamey volunteered a little too quickly as well as too loudly. "I'll just sleep on the couch," Andre insisted. "No...absolutely not," Jim insisted. "Jamey's right, he and I can bunk together, you can have his room." "You sure?" Andre questioned. "You sure you don't mind?" "Or you and me could sleep together," Jamey suggested. Andre smiled, sharing a look of dismay with the boy's father. "Wonder where he got that idea?" "Hmph..." Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head, both of them knowing full well where Jamey was literally coming from. "Let me get the bags," Andre insisted as he grabbed his own, as well as Jim's overnight suitcase and Jamey's satchel. "Jamey, you're not at Cox anymore," Jim reminded his son privately as they boarded the elevator. Andre had apparently gone on ahead. "This is Atlanta, Gee A, you don't go around propositioning every goodlooking man you meet on the street." "You think Andre's goodlooking?" Jamey quickly picked up on the wrong end of his father's admonition. "Good-looking?" Jim eyed his son in dismay, once more shocked at how much Jamey had changed in so little time. " Good-looking? Yes, I suppose he is...uhhh...attractive. Have you met him before? He sleep with any of the boys at Cox?" "No," Jamey reported thoughtfully, also a bit sadly. "But I've seen the way he looks at me." "Oh my god...GAYDAR?" "What's that?" Jamey questioned innocently as his father unlocked the penthouse doors "Never you fuckin' mind," Jim restrained himself from laughing in disbelief. "Now you get your horny little ass in there and get to bed, we both got one hell of a day ahead of us tomorrow." Jamey hurried off to the master bedroom as Jim fixed himself a scotch and soda. He needed it bad. "I put your stuff in this drawer and your fathers in the drawer here beside yours," Andre told Jamey as he observed him all but ripping apart his suit to get naked again as quickly as possible. "What's gaydar?" Jamey asked, hoping for a straight answer from at least one of the adults in their party. "Gaydar?" Andre repeated, trying to give himself a few seconds to decide what to say as much as in questioning the boy. "Gaydar. I think dad meant I had gaydar," Jamey tried to provide a clue. "What's that?" "Gaydar? Yes, I suppose by now you probably do," Andre laughed, unable to hide his discomfort at the sudden mention of such a term. "Okay...you know what RADAR is, right?" "Yeah, its what lets pilots see stuff a way far off at night. Right?" "Uhhh...yeah, I guess you could say that," Andre told Jamey thoughtfully. "And you know, I'm sure, what 'gay' means, right?" "Stupid question," Jamey laughed, then grew serious as he contemplated the two words. "OHHHH...I see, gaydar lets me spot gay guys a long way off. Right?" Jamey laughed as he slipped off his stolen underwear and stood naked behind the man, his cock hardening more and more by the second. "Smart kid," Andre remarked looking over his shoulder, his eyes locking on Jamey's stunningly beautiful young boy-body now completely and utterly naked, not to mention sporting a respectable hardon jutting up almost vertically from his slim, hairless loins. "Andre, are you gay?" Jamey asked ask solemly. Andre stared openly, unable to speak, or even think, much less answer Jamey's inquiry. "if I wasn't before, I sure am now," He told the boy. "My GOD, you're beautiful." "Yes...isn't he?" Jim London entered the room, drink in hand, having overheard Andre's words. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, that was WAY out of line," Andre quickly appologized all over himself. "Yes, it was. But I can't say as I blame you," Jim told their chauffeur, co-pilot, and friend. "Every time I see him I have the same reaction." "But you're his father, you're..." Andre began. "Yes, I am, which theoretically should put me above any sexual yearnings for my own son," Jim sighed. "Which would explain the sheets on the bed on the plane," Andre countered knowingly. "Sorry 'bout that," Jim found it his turn to appologize. "I better go," Andre decided suddenly eyeing both father and son uncomfortably, feeling his cock harden perceptibly. "No, wait," Jim objected. He closed the bedroom door behind him. "I think we've just solved the problem as to where you'll sleep tonight." "WHAT?" Jamey cried excitedly, rushing Andre, hugging his around the waist, stretching up to kiss the man's lips. Instinctively, Andre reached down, cuppng both of Jamey's naked ass cheeks and lifting him up. He felt his cock throb, aching for relief as he held and kissed the boy. "I can't believe...are you serious?" Andre eyed Jamey's father as the man began undressing. "You ever mollest a naked little boy...an extremely horny naked little boy?" Jim smiled as Jamey landed back on his feet and immediately began unbuttoning Andre's shirt. "NO!" Andre gasped suddenly as Jamey jerked his white shirt out of his pants and pried it from the man's nude torso. "No? You want me to stop?" Jamey asked in dismay. "Oh...no, your dad, he ased me if I..." Andre began. "Hooo my god, hooooo my god, Jamey, Jamey..." Andre gasped as the boy unzipped his pants and plunged his tiny hand inside, unexpectedly grabbing Andre's cock. He suddenly could not recall what he'd started to say. "You sure you're alright with this? He's only... "Yes, only eleven, going on twenty-one," Jim London finished his thought. "You sure YOU can handle...THIS?" "Hooooo god, Jamey, Jamey, Jamey....ahhahehhahhhh," Andre groaned and gasped as Jamey suddenly sunk to his knees and swallowed his cock. "Hooooo myhyyyy godddddddd, he's suckin' my...my...ahhahhhhh my fuckin' cock...ahahehhhghhehhhaheh!" "Cox must have a class in cocksucking," Jim laughed as he finished getting totally naked himself. A couple strokes on his pulsating hard shaft as he watched his son giving head to their co-pilot, chauffeur, and now their hot, fucking, stud master nearly put him over the top. He paused standing rigididly still until the sexual tension passed. "Hurry, man, get naked, I can't stand it much longer, or I'll start cumming any second," Jamey insisted at he pawed at Andre's aviation uniform impatiently. "Geeeeee..." "Geee what?" Andre questioned as Jamey jacked his cock "Ohhhh...nothing, I...." Jamey popped Andre's cock into his mouth, sinking his lips to the shaven base. "Disappointed?" Andre asked the boy. "Does he look disappointed to you?" Jim London approached the two naked male figures. "I'm affraid about four inches is all I can muster, even hard," Andre appologized to father and son. "Muscles," Jamey lifted his lips from Andre' cock and smiled up at the man. "I love muscles." "I try to workout a little every day," Andre told them as Jim London leaned in, kissing Andre fervidly as he joined their lovemaking. "I guess I tend to overcompensate." "I must say, I'm quite surprised and pleased in seeing you naked," Jim told the man as they kissed again. "How ya doin' down there kid?" "Just the right size," Jamey looked up at the two men eagerly. "Right size for what?" Andre asked as he pressed the boy's head back down over his cock and began gently face-fucking the boy. "Don't hold back," Jim told Andre as the two men devoured one anothers's lips. "If he can handle mine he can..." Jim stopped. realizing what he was about to say wasn't coming out the way he'd intended. "Just the right size to FUCK me," Jamey stood up and began kissing Andre's nipples. "Jamey...I don't think..." Andre began, both surprised and excited by the naked young boys words, not to mentioned tremendously turned on by what Jamey was doing to his slender, naked body. "Jamey, you sure?" Jim asked. "He's perfect," Jamey cried as he began dragging Andre and his father toward the massive, king-size bed. "I need to be fucked, hard and fast!" Jamey insisted, "It's been almost a whole day since..." "Jamey, I may not be long, but my cock is..." Andre started to object as the two men and one boy tumbled nakedly onto the bed. "Beautiful, hard, pulsating, full of cum," Jamey went back to sucking the man. "I want your cock. I want your cock in me...like NOW, NOW, NOW!" Jamey insisted as he crawled atop Andre. "Uhhhh...son...aren't you forgetting something?" Jim London kissed his son as the three of them made love. "What?" "Maybe a little...lube?" Jim whispered in the boy's ear sexily. "Get it," Jamey insisted impatiently. Jim frowned a bit at his son's presumptiveness, though he did, in fact have some K-Y in his overnight bag. "In the bedside drawer," Andre told Jim. "I unpacked for you, I figured...," "I might try and fuck my SON?" Jim reacted in disgust. "With...THIS...with this FUCKER?" He hefted his massive seven-inches as he went in search of the tube of lube. "Grease me up," Jamey ordered, pushing his tight little ass at his father. "Hurry, I need fucked. I need to cum...NOW!" "Oh, forgodsake, Jamey, the world isn't going to end if you have to wait a few seconds more to have your first orgasm of the night." Jim chided his son. "FIRST," Andre cried in disbelief. "From what Jan said, expect at least four, the kid's a horny little sex maniac," Jim advised as he inserted several well- lubricated fingeres into his son's pleasure passage, marveling as how easily his son accepted the invasive digiits. "You better give me a coat of that shit too, if you can pry your son's lips from my meager monster." Andre suggested as Jamey continued to suck him voraciously. "Who needs it, spit works 'bout as good," Jamey told his dad confidently as he crawled up into place straddling Andre's hips then spit on his hand and rubbed it one last time all over Andre's cock before experetly gripping the man's slender four inches and began slowly lowering himself down over it. "HOOOOOO MYYYYYY GODDDDDD...AHAHHHHHH JAMEY, JAMEY, JAMEY...AHHHAHHH FUUUCCCKKK, JIM I THINK THE KID'S DONE THIS BEFORE! Andre gasped in astounding pleasure as Jamey easily settled down completely over his cock. "I can't believe you're letting me fuck you son like this." "oOOOohhoooHHHhhhhooo shiiiiiiiiittttt," Jamey gasped as the cock inside him seemed to grow bigger once he was firmly seated down over it. "My god, Jamey, where the fuck did you learn to...? Never mind, I know full well," Jim rolled his eyes as he watched up close and personal the cock lodged in his son's rectum begin to move in and out, slowly at first then more quickly and smoothly. "He may be only eleven but he has the sex drive of a young adult, and the skills to safely feed it. I love him, I want to fulfill his every need...including those of his loins." "Hooooo yes, yes, yes, Jamey, do it to me, fuck me boy, fuck me, fuck me fuckkkkk meeeeee," Andre cried softly as he guided the boy's slender pelvis up and down over his hard, throbbing, pulsating man-cock. "Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkk." "That's it Jamey, do it to him boy, fuck that cock, fuck that cock," Jim sighed as he began humping his own hard monster-cock against Jamey's slender naked thigh. "Shoot your cum, boy, shoot your cum, shoot it, shoot it, shoot itttttttt...."