Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 04:13:58 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter twenty 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 TWENTY "You think she'll take the bait?" Jamey asked his father as they got back to the limo. Andre and Justin, the Averill Group driver, were waiting for them in the front seat." "Bait?" Jim eyes narrowed as he eyed his son. "Ohhhhh...bait....damn, kid you're ruthless." "Well?" Jamey asked impatiently as he pressed a button raising the privacy glass between them and the men in the front seat. Jim London was silent for a long moment as he pondered the situation. "Jamey...the truth is...I don't know. I really don't know. I thought I had this all figured out but..." "But what?" Jamey questioned solemnly. "You threw a monkeywrench into the works," Jim told him. "I know...I know, I'm the one who actually made the offer but...." "I think she will," Jamey predicted. "She's a greedy bitch but...it's Bob. He's the one's gonna push her over the edge to...take the money and run." "Jamey...son..." Jim hugged the boy kissing his forehead. "You're intuitive far beyond your years." "Back to the Hyatt?" Andre asked over the intercom as they pulled from the funeral home parking lot. "Uhhh...yeah...no wait" Jim changed his mind. "Drop me off and the office, then you and Jamey go back and pack up and check out, I'll take a cab to the airport and meet you at the Cox hangar. "Yes, sir." Andre replied. "How soon?" "We got time for a quickie?" Jamey asked, retreating to his horny eleven-year-old persona as the intercom clicked off. "A quickie? Oh...oh, you mean...you and Andre." Jim's mind was on other things besides his oversexed young son. "I...uhhh don't know," Jim told him. "After what just transpired, I need to talk to the CFO and the legal team...plus Mr. Allison and Tom Delaney. And no thanks to YOU, I have to come up with ten-million dollars by this time tomorrow. The lawyers have to draw up papers, just in case you're right about your Aunt Betsey. If she's going to....'take the bait'....as you so inelegantly put it, I've gotta locate some cash fast." "I thought we was RICH?" Jamey reacted in surprise. "Jamey, there's rich and then there's rich, and I'd like you not to use that word again. It's crass," Jim gently admonished his son. "We're...comfortable, wealthy perhaps, but...rich is the word people use when they're NOT rich." "We don't have the money?" Jamey guessed. "I didn't say that but..." Jim smiled uncomfortably. "You're close. We have assets far in excess of that but....I'm just not sure....you're not to talk about this to anyone, but...I'm going to have to struggle to lay my hands on that much by tomorrow, just in case. "Can't you just sell ten-million dollars worth of Averill stock?" Jamey asked innocently. "In about fifteen seconds," Jim laughed, "But about fifteen seconds later everyone on Wall Street would be asking why, thinking we're having trouble. And if that happened...I'm sure it would spook your Aunt Betsy and...god knows what a stink your Uncle Bob would make out of it. "She's spooky and stinky enough already," Jamey joked." "Be that as it may...," Jim smiled. "You need to raise the money on the sly, right?" Jamey guessed. "Damn, you sound just like your granddad," Jim noted. "But yes...that's hitting the nail on the head. I could sell a few hundred shares, maybe raise a million without raising any eyebrows but..." "Drop in the bucket, right?" Jamey guess. "What about the jet?" Jim shook his head. "I'll be needing that now more than ever," "Sir, we're at the Tower," Andre announced as the enormous gold words "AVERILL" above them at the garage entrance. "I'll be getting off here too," the Justin told them. "Places to go, people to see... I can drive you back to Hartsfield when you're done." "Thanks...see you two later," Jim got out of the car. "Whew...they're gone," Jamey loosened his tie and doffed his suit jacket. "Whoa, little man, don't you dare go gettin' naked on me," Andre told him. "God, I hate this...feels like I'm wearing a straightjacket," Jamey complained, barely resisting the urge to take off his tight, white shirt. "Plenty of time for that later," Andre told Jamey, watching him in the rearview mirror as he drove. "If I know your dad...we have HOURS before..." "Time for three really hard orgasms?" Jamey asked excitedly. "I was thinking maybe at least four," Andre teased. "GREAT...bring it on, fucker," Jamey accepted the challenge. "I'll have you so fucked out..." -------------------- They took the glass elevator up through the 22-story atrium to the penthouse on the top floor. The floor had three suites. Theirs was the largest, of course, on the opposite side from the Polaris revolving restaurant. Andre was unlocking the door with his key card when they were startled by the opening of the door to suite 2302 beside them. "Oh my goddddd..." Jamey gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Huh?" Andre looked over his shoulder and Jamey, his single word question suddenly becoming moot. A young boy clad only in a pristine pair of low-cut tighty-whities stepped out into the hall to retrieve the free copy of USA Today on the floor. The boy was slender, all but naked, and no more than nine or ten years old. When he stood up, he saw Jamey and Andre both staring at him. Abruptly his eyes brightened. "Jamey? Jamey London?" The boy called out. "Yes," Jamey replied, his hungry, adolescent eyes drinking in the seductive slender beauty of the boy who appeared slightly younger the himself. "You don't remember me do you?" "Uhhh...no...you look a little familiar but..." Jamey wracked his brain for a name. "We used to live across the street from you guys in Druid Hills," the boy went on, omitting his name. "Riiiigghhhhht,,," a bulb lit up in Jamey's memory. "I'm sorry, but I can't remember your name, though. "Wyatt, Wyatt Logan. We used to shoot some hoops together. "Wyatt? My god that's been years ago," Jamey suddenly recognized the boy whom he remembered as being about six years old. Wyatt dropped the newspaper and rushed forward, hugging a rather startled Jamey as Andre stood behind them watching in amusement, feeling his cock starting to get hard. "Hadn't we better move this little lovefest inside before..." "Hey, yeah, come on it, man, we got a lot to talk about," Jamey insisted. Andre rolled his eyes. Wyatt was either quite well-endowed for a nine-year-old or the kid was getting his own errect. Andre didn't even need to scan Jamey's growing bulge, he knew exactly what state it was in. "I'm Andre, Jamey's...what am I, anyway?" "My bodyguard," Jamey joked. " He guards my body like it was his own." "Look, while you two little munchkins are reliving old times, I'm gonna hit the shower," Andre told them. "And Jamey...behave yourself...don't embarrass me." "WOW, you're gotten big," Jamey observed as his eyes fell to the impressive crotch of Wyatt's underwear. He started jerking at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "I just came from my granddad's funeral...I hate gettin' all dressed up," He told Wyatt by way of explanation as he doffed first his shirt and tie, then unbuckled his belt. Only then did he realized he'd skipped wearing underwear as a protest for his having to put up with a suit and tie all day. He debated on whether to go further, possibly freaking out his old friend, then decided, what the fuck. Wyatt wasn't exactly attired for a night at the opera. He let his pants drop to his ankles. He was naked and quite sexually excited...except for the minor inconvenience that he was still wearing shoes and socks. "You gettin' hard or you just glad to see me?" Wyatt teased, his own cock, now straining the white cotton of his bikini-cut briefs. "Both," Jamey laughed to hide his embarassment as he toppled backwards onto the couch in trying to take off his shoes. He suddenly felt very vulnerable. "What's YOUR excuse." Wyatt avoided the question. "When mom's not around, I like to go naked," Wyatt explained. "I thought that since this was a hotel and all, I oughta wear SOMETHING though." "You don't mind ME being naked?" Jamey asked as he finished getting that way. "What about...HIM?" Wyatt glanced over his shoulder. "Who? Andre? He don't give a shit. When I said he was my body guard...he's in love with my dick. He really guards that part of my body extra good." "He's gay?" Wyatt asked in surprise. "Your dad gets you a GAY bodyguard? "Yep, I guess you could say that," Jamey pondered how strange the arrangement must sound to others. "Come on get naked, you're makin' me feel weird." Wyatt smiled, then, striking an excessively seductive pose, gently nudged down his tighty-whities over first one hip, then the other allowing them to slip lower and lower down over his thighs until his rigid, young boy-cock popped free and stook up straight and stiff before his thin, hairless loins. "Whoa..." Jamey gasped in sexual delight at the little show Wyatt was staging. "You like?" Wyatt smiled and winked. "You gay?" Jamey asked abruptly. "Who knows....maybe, mayhbe not?" Wyatt grinned as he plopped down naked next to Jamey. "I'm nine years old...ten next month. Mom says I'm too young to know." "You discussed being gay with your MOM?" Jamey reacted in disbelief as he stiffled his urge to laugh . "Haven't you ever told your mom you were gay?" Wyatt's eyes locked onto Jamey's. "MY MOM?" Jamey guffawed in laughter. "Oh, god, no...FUCK NO! Damn, she'd have a whole herd of cattle." "Your dad then?" Wyatt suggested. "MANNNNN...YOU TWO LITTLE FUCKERS DON'T MESS AROUND," Andre laughed as he returned from the bathroom to find both prepubescent boys completely naked and their pulsating young boy-cocks rigid and hard as could be. He pulled one of the hotel's robes tighter around himself, barely concealing his own hardon. "We haven't YET?" Jamey told him. "My turn now...I thought you'd never get your shitty ass outta the shower." Jamey bounded up from the couch as Andre sat down on the other end , but next to Wyatt. "And try not to mollest the kid, he's only nine." "I'm almost ten, and I'm still a virgin," Wyatt joked, feeling he knew Andre well enough to do so. "My god, where the fuck'd you get a cock that big," Andre broke the ice as he rested his left arm up around the back of the couch behind the naked little boy. "It ain't as big as yours?" Wyatt suddenly reached over and flipped the folds of the robe asside. "I aint nine years old either," Andre made no attempt to conceal his soaring hardness. "You like big cocks like mine, little guy?" "I can take'em or leave'em. I got a pretty big one myself so I guess I'm okay with'em," Wyatt reasoned. "You like naked little boys like me?" "I can take'em or leave'em," Andre repeated the boy's own words, his outstretched arm slipping from the couch to down around the boy's shoulders, giving him a quick hug. "You and Jamey...you know...get it on...while you're 'guarding his body'?" "You're a nosey little pup, you know that?" Andre once more hugged the boy. "Did you and Jamey...'get it on'...when you lived across from each other." Wyatt laughed. "Hell no. God, I was only six, and...and Jamey just eight or nine. Hell, we even kept our clothes on back then." "You jack off?" Andre asked, getting to know the cute little sexsation beside him, eyeing the boy's nearly six inches of uncut boy-cock. "Naw," Andre replied, shaking his head. "My brother tried to show me how once but nothing happened." "How old's your brother?" Andre questioned. "He's in college now, twenty maybe...I don't know," Wyatt told his newfound adult friend. "Old enough to shoot his cum, though." Andre laughed at the boy's sexual innocense. "Yes, I would hope so." "I caught him jackin' it one time." Wyatt said proudly. "He's real big too...eight inches I bet. It was like a volcano shootin' off." "Big cocks run in you're family?" Andre questioned. "Naw, just me and Deke...that's my brother...short for Deacon." Wyatt went on loquatiously. "I never knew my dad and my mom ain't got one." "No I suppose not," Andre continued to make delightful sexual small talk with the cute little nine-year-old. "What you guys been doin'?" Jamey asked returning stark naked and extremely damp as he made a halfhearted effort to dry his hair. "I figured you two would be jackin' each other off by now." "You said not to be a child mollester so..." Andre as Jamey once more plopped down next to his naked little friend. "You like to jack off?" "He's a virgin, remember?" Andre reminded his charge. "You wanna jack a little, pop some cum, maybe? Jamey asked eagerly as he boldly took Wyatt's burgeoning young boy-cock in his hand and started stroking it, enjoying the fact that since Wyatt was uncut, he didn't need any lubricant. "He's never even had an orgasm," Andre informed Jamey. "So be gentle with him." "We tried once, but..." "We?" Jamey asked. "Oh, that's right you got a big brother don't ya? He show ya how?" "He tried," Andre laughed as Jamey began stroking Wyatt's cock a bit faster. For his part, Wyatt slipped his hips forward toward the front edge of the couch and slumped back, lifting his hands and arms up behind his head, giving Jamey completely unrestrained access to his hard, and not=so=little boycock. "Mmmm...that feels good, do it to me," He whispered softly making no effort to reciprocate. "You like that feeling, little guy?" Andre whispered as he gripped the boy's fingers in his left hand and squeezed lightly. "Feels good," Wyatt repeated as he felt strange new feelings he'd never felt before begin to grip his naked loins from within and offer him his very first taste of sexual pleasure." "You like that feeling? You like the feeling I'm giving your cock...your whole naked little boy-body?" Jamey edged him on. recalling his own first time. "Harder?" Wyatt breathed." "God, I hope you're ready for this kid; you're about to feel feelings down there that'll change your life forever." Andre told the already trembling little boy in his arms. "Jamey's one hell of a jacker-offer. If he don't end up blowin' your cock, he's certainly gonna fuckin' blow your MIND." "Gettin' to ya, kid? Huh? you feelin' it? Feels good, don't it," Jamey probed the boy's mind. "It's the best feeling in the world. It's the best feeling one naked boy can give another naked boy." "I love being naked with you guys," Wyatt cooed softly. "Ohhhhooohhhhh yeahhhhhh keep doin' that. Keep doin' that to me...feels really....really, really goooooodddd." "Ohhhhh man, I can't believe how cute you are now," Jamey sighed as he picked up the pace of his jacking fist on Wyatt's cock. "I love makin' naked little boys like you feel the feeling. You feeling it?" "Yessssss....yesss, oh god, Jamey makin' it feel good...soooooo fuckin' good," Wyatt groaned softly as he squirmed beneath the onslaught of his growing sexual pleasure. "I love it, I love the feeling, I...HOOOOOOO...what'd you stop for?" "You were getting close...too close." Jamey told him. "Ohhhhh, forgodsake, Jamey, you're not gonna EDGE the poor kid...not on his first time." Andre sighed in surprise and dismay. "Who? Me?" Jamey played innocent as he once more lightly began stroking his friend's soaring young cock. "Might as well show the kid a good time as I take his virginity." "Hope you know what the fuck you're doin' to the kid," Andre worried. "You okay boy? "Yessssssssssss...." Wyatt sighed a long, aching, happy sound. "Ohaaaohhhahahhhhhhhh fuuuccckkkkk. You don't care if I say fuck, do you?" "I'd be more surprised if you didn't," Andre laughed. "It's what I always say when he does that to me." "Ohhh...ohhhhh...god, I'm...I'm,.,don't stop. Please...please don't stop this time," Wyatt pleaded. Jamey stopped. "Cool your jets, you'll thank me for this later," Jamey promised as he watched Wyatt's young boy-cock twich and pulsate. "God, you're a hot little fucker," Jamey told Wyatt. He sighed as he suddenly felt Andre's gentle hand close around his own aching, hard, cock. "Ohhhhyeah, ohhh yeah, do it to me, do it to me, make me cum when I make him cum," "You close?" Andre asked as he stroked the boy he was coming to love. "Gettin' to me," Jamey gasped as he increased the pace on Wyatt's hard throbbiing pleasure probe. "Ohhhahhahhahhh god, Jamey, gettin' ME close too," Wyatt squirmed in Jamey's naked hold on every fiber of his being. "How you know? You said you'd never cum before," Jamey questioned, teasing the boy. "Faster...harder, don't stop, ohhhh god, please, Jamey don't stop this time," Wyatt pleaded softly in his high-pitched, pre-adolescent voice. "Do it to him, Jamey, let the poor kid cum," Andre pleaded Wyatt's case for sexual pleasure. Jamey suddenly removed his hand from Wyatt's cock. "Think I'll go order a grilled cheese from room service, you want something?" "Aiiarrrghhhrrhhhghhhhhhh," Wyatt growled, grunting with frustration as he tried to will his cock to cum, even with no hands. Andre held both his hands firmly up behind his head. He couldn't have finished himself off if he'd tried. "Jamey, you are one cruel sonofabitch," Andre growled in sympathy with the beautiful little boy, even as he aided and abetted the sadistic torment Jamey was inflicting on the boy's cock. "If you don't let the kid cum this time, I'm gonna finish him off myself." Wordlessly, Jamey gently teased his new friend's trembling cock, running his index finger along the dorsal "fin," causing Wyatt to shudder, then, "ahaiIAIIAEOIAIAHEHHAHEIAOGHHHHH," The boy wailed as the move triggered Wyatt's sexual reflexing, driving him over the edge, plummeting him into the deepest, most power pleasure cramp any boy might endure. "He's cumming," Jamey quickly grabbed Wyatt's spasming cocklet and started stroking it hard. "hahhahehHHIHHHHHFHH...OHHH FUCK, JAMEY, JAMEY, JACK EM, JAMIE, JACK ME OFF, JACK ME OFF, JACKMEOFF, JACKME FUCKIN' OFFFFF....AHHHEHHAIEIAIEHOIIIH...FEELING IT, FEEELING,....OAHAHHH GOD, JAMEY FEELING GOOD, FEELING SOOOO GOOOD...." Wyatt cried out in excruciating pleasure, his naked little boy flipping and flopping around like a dying fixh out of water. "DO IT, BUDDY, DO IT, DO IT. YEAH, YEAH, FEEL IT FEEL WHAT i'M DOIN' TO YOUR COCK. FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS, YEAH, YEAH, ENJOY IT, BABE, YOUR VERY FIRST ORGASM, YEAH, A FEEELING YOU'LL NEVER FORGET AS LONG AS YOU LIVE," Jamey gushed as his hand or his friend's cock, moved still faster. "hooaohHHHHOOOHHH SHIT, AHHAHHAH GOD, ANDRE, I'M...I'M CUMMING TOO, MAN, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, JACK ME, MAN, JACK ME OFF, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, JACK KME, JACK MY COCK, AHEHIAIEOOAEIHHHHHHSHOOTIN'...SHOOTIN...SHOTTIN' SO FUCKIN' AHHEHAHHHEHHGHHHHH HARD...HARDDDD...AHHAHHEHHHHH!!!" "URGGHHHH...AREHAHHEHHRHHGHH.....UEAHHGHEHANGHHHH," Wyan grunted as his naked little boy-body strove mightily to ejaculate along with Jamey, who was not pumping out massive gushes of thick, hot, white boy-cum, covering Andre's hand stroking his cock as well as himself and Wyatt. "WE'RE CUMMIN', WE'RE CUMMIN' TOGETHER...TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME...AHAHHEHEIGHHHHH," Wyatt cried oug again as every sinew of his slender, little boy-body ached with pleasure from the sexual workout Jamey had thrust upon him. "YES, YES, CUM WITH ME, WYATT...FEELS SOOO GOOD, AHHAHHHH YEAH, FEELS SOOO GOOD, DON'T IT?" Jamey cried out in his own naked sexual pleasure as Andre worked his cock, giving him a free taste of his own medicine. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FEELS SO GOOD...AHEHHAHEHHH FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Whatt seemed to go on and on forever. "Ohhh yes, yes, yes, boys, DO IT, DO IT...FEEEL THE PLEASURE, FEEL THE FEELING, ORGASM, BOYS, ORGASM TOGETHER...OAHHHHH FUCK, JAMEY CUM ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE." Andre cried in delight, just as his cell phone rang from the end table across the living room.