Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2017 07:37:24 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter twenty-two 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-TWO "WOW, I never done nothing like this before!" Wyatt cried in delight as he felt four hands carressing his naked, little boy-body at the same time. "You like when we play with your cock like this?" Jamey asked as he kissed and fondled every part of Wyatt's squirming nakedness. "I think, safe to say, he likes it," Jamey's dad smiled, as he too enjoyed the touch and feel of the slender little preadolescent. "Any more dumb questions?" "You guys gonna make me cum again?" Wyatt asked hopefully as he pivoted and began sucking Jim's left nipple, only to quickly regret the move when he tasted the lingering flavor of the soap. "Would you like that?" Jim asked, lifting the little boy into his embrace as Wyatt's slender legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and the boy began humping his hard little cocklet against the man's muscular abdomen. "Dad, gees, talk about stupid questions," Jamey teased his dad as he probed with his soapy middle finger up Wyatt's gaping anal passage, "AaiiiaiiiAIAIIAIIiiiiiii! What the fuck you....aaaiieiaeghhhahha," Wyatt cried out in surprise and no small amount of sexual pleasure at the unexpected intrusion. "Easy, Jamey, he's tight, he's only..." Jim warned. "Keep doin' it...keep doin' that to me. Keep...ahgheaiieihaehoihghhhh god, feels good...you touched something..." Wyatt gasped again in surprise and intense prostate pleasure. If there was one thing Jamey knew it was how to trigger a prostate orgasm, "Feel good?" "Aaheiaiieihgheoaiehhh, fuccck, if it'd felt any better I'd be...be...hhahehaoeooaiehoiohoh god, Jamey, you're doin' it to me, you're makin' me cum...feeling it...ahgehaoeihoihoih fffuuuuuccccck," Wyatt all but screamed in pleasure as Jamey reached betweeen Wyatt's and his dad's naked bodies and began stroking the boy's little cock. "AHHAHEAOOE, MAKIN' ME CUM...MAKIN' ME CUM...REALLY HARD...HARDER THAN...THAN...AHHEAIIEIAEORHEHHIEIAEOGHHHH BEFORE...EVERY BEFORE, OAHHHH DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FINGER FUCKIN' ME LIKE THAT...AHGHEHAOEOIEIIAI DAMN, THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD WHEN YOU DO THAT, WHEN YOU DO THAT TO ME LIKE...AGHEOAIEOAOEOIAIIEIIAO FUUUUUUCK FEELS BETTER AND BETTER AND...AND...AHIEIAIEIIOAOEHIEOHOEHHOEIIIAIEIGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "That's enough Jamey, he'll pass out or go crazy, one or the other," Jim London told his son. "Where the hell'd you...never mind, I know the answer to that already." "Jason Cox showed me...Jet and me do it to each other all the time...well, not ALL the time but..." Jamey explained. "Often enough, no doubt," Jim told his son as Wyatt slid down to the floor of the shower still clinging to Jim's legs, his tiny, naked boy-body still shuddering in the lingering aftermath of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. "He's really too young for hardcore sex like that....hell, a dry orgasm is...is mindblowing for a boy his age. You go torturing his prostate, god knows what's gonna happen...how it'll effect him." "Yeah, how about you do it to me now," Jamey startled his dad by suggesting. "One of these day, maybe I'll be able to handle this fucker," Jamey hefted, almost reverently, his dad's blood-filled mancock. "I'll do it to you if you do it to me." "Listen, kid, I just worked a twenty-hour day yesterday...what I don't need now is the mother of all orgasms." "Do it to me then, " Jamey demanded as he turned and bent forward, presenting his sweet young boy-pussy, feeling his father's cock, rubbing up and down through his crack, "Do it to me dad, fuck me, fuck me, give me a couple fingers." "TWO!" Jim cried in surprise as he soaped up his fingers and began to probe his son's hot, tight, pucker. "I can take three but I said just two...didn't want to freak ya out," Jamey explained. "Me and jet can handle three all the time. Do it to me, dad, I'm so horny, so. YESSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssss!" Jamey gasped as he felt his dad's middle index finger slip up inside him, tickling and touching his tiny pleasure button. "Enjoy it, boy, I'm gonna make you cum sooooooooo fuckin' harrrrrrrd," Jim said as he began to massage Jamey's secret hot spot. Down below them, on the floor of the shower, Wyatt was still passed out, a dreamy look of exquisite pleasure enhancing his lovely boyish face. "Hoooooo fuck, man, your fingers are so big, so long so....ahgheaeiioloahhghhehhhh, god, feel so good inside me." Jamey gasped in agonizing sexual pleasure, and he wasn't even touching his cock as it thobbed and pulsated as if aiming itself straight down to Wyatt's crumbled boy-body just below them. "You like that, huh? Jim smiled down as his son smiled back in return looking up over his slender shoulder. "You like that, you're gonnn LOVE this," Jim laughed as he began wiggling his middle finger deep inside's Jamey's clinging rectum. "Feel good?" "Ohhhhhhh YESSSSSS, fuck yes, dad, do it to me, keep doin' it to me like that, deeper...l.agheooaeihhahhhehhhhh, yeah, yeah, ophhhhhhhhh fuck that feels good, dad, soooooooo goood!" "Gettin' ya there, boy? Gonna do it to ya? Gonna make you shoot...shoot your cum, ohhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah," Jim heightened the tension as he drew the boy closer and closert to his orgasmic demise. "TWO FINGERS NOW, HARDER, faster, dad, harder, faster, yueahhhh do it to me like that, keep doin it to me...aoaohehhah fuck that feels sooooooo goooooooddd." Jamey rode spasm after spasm of growing sexual pleasure as it rose higher and higher down deep inside him. "Ohhhh yes, yes, yes, oahhahhh god, fuck me, dad, fuck me, fuck me with you big hard fingers, make me....ohhhahhahhh god, gettin' to me...gettin me close...!" "Cum on, boy, do it, do it, shoot your cum, have yourself a really death defying orgasm, Yeah, cum for me, boy, cum for me, shoot your cum,..yes....yesss...gonna cum any second...I can tell," Jim whispered softly into his son's sex-sational mind as once more Jamey cried out...CUMMMMINNNNNNNNGGG, OHHHHH FUCK, MAKIN' ME, CUM, AHEAOEIHAEHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, OHHHA YEHA, THREE FINGERS, AHHAHHHHAH, FUCCCCK, THE FEELING, THE FEELING....LIKE i'M GONNA FUCKIN' EXPLODE ANY SECOND, AHHHAHH FUCK, JUST LOOK A ALL THAT CUMMMMM...AHHHAHHAHHA YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" "You two wanna quiet down up there, how's a guy spose to get any sleep," Wyatt complained, "you two going about it like a couple of rootin' HOGS!" Then the phone on the bathroom wall next to the shower stall began a chiming ring. "Get that, will ya?" Jim flexed his hot, tired, man-cock. "Get it yourself, I'm busy havin' an orgasm," Jameyh insisted. "Honry fucker," Jim sighed. as he slid open the glass door and realized he still couldn't reach the phone. He stepped out of the shower onto the hotel shower rug. "Yeah!" He all but yelled into the phone out of frustration. "Jim? This Jim London?" "Oh, excused me Ellen, I didn't mean to yell, I was just...just...well, never mind what I was justing." Jim appologized to Ellen Logan, his vice president and Wyatt's mother. "You're up early for a working women" He joked as he pulled on a hotel robe hanging on the wall, using it to dry his nakedness. "Who said I was 'up'...I'm merely awake...for some strange reason." Ellen sighed into the phone as she lay in bed. "Suppose you might send my son back to me for breakfast." You're having him for breakfast?" Jim took her literally. "I mean...gosh, he'd cute enough to eat but. "Jim London, don't preach grammar to me, it's too early in the...make that late in the evening for that." "Late, it's not yet six p.m.," Jim laughed. "Listen, I was just thinking, how'd it be if Jamey and I took you and Wyatt out for dinner...someplace nice...I think I know a cute Scottish restaurant not far from here. Their food is world famous." "Yeah...whatever...just give us time to take a shower and dress up real purdy," Ellen turned on her southern girl accent. "I wouldn't worry about that,. Wyatt and Jamey are in the shower as we speak." Jim told her. "He's....they're...." Ellen stammered. "Yeah, they've been having great fun today...." Jim told her "Yeah...yeah, I bet they have," Ellen tried to sound amused but wasn't at all, not for a second. "What's wrong?" Jim knew his new assistant well enough to know the change in her voice . "Never mind...I'll explain later...if I can. "Okay, great, half an hour then?" Jim suggested. "Half an hour?!" Ellen cried. "Hell, I can't even dry my hair in a half-hour...make it an hour...at least." "Let's say...seven then?" Jim smiled as Jamey helped Wyatt up from the shower floor. Damn, the little pup still had a hard on. "Right," Ellen said, then hung up. "That was your mom, she wants you back," Jim told the naked little boy as he and Jamey dried one another's naked boy-bodies. "You enjoy your orgasm?" He asked Wyatt. "It was okay?" Wyatt winked at Jamey as he hunted for his single garment, his tighty-whities. "What am I gonna do, I ain't got no clothes. Mom's gonna start asking questions. "Here, wear my robe," Jamey offered. "I don't think your mom's out of bed yet, maybe you can sneak into your room and get something on," Jim suggested. "God, you're so cute...even when you're not naked." "I know," Wyatt smiled up at the man, his most seductive expression. "It ain't easy being so cute, but it's lots of fun. Can we have some more fun before you and Jamey..." "I...I don't know, Wyatt. You better get movin', before your mom gets up and starts wondering why you're half naked. "Right...see ya," Wyatt hustled off. "Well?" Jamey questioned as he found the pair of pants he'd worn yesterday. "Well what?" Jim raised one eyebrow already knowing the answere. "Jamey, for godsake, put some fuckin' underwear on...gees." "Do I HAVE to?" Jamey whined. "YES." His dad told him firmly. "You're about twice as horny when you skip the skivies." "Something wrong with horny?" Jamey teased his father as he nonetheless found his own tighty-whites. "Can I skip the T-shirt?" "Oh, I suppose, just get dressed, and while you're in there, wake up Andre. Tell him he'll be driving us tonight," "ANDRE!" Jamey yelled. "Jamey, dammit, we're in a hotel, keep it down," Jim told his son. "And no sex...you hear that? No sex. Neither one of you have time." ----------------------- "Wyatt? That you?" Ellen Logan called from the master bedroom. "Yes mom," Wyatt answered as he sneaked into the second bedroom in the suite, then closed the door behind him. He locked the door, doffed the white terry robe, and a second later was sprawled out naked on his bed, feverishly jacking his cock. It seemed he just couldn't get enough orgasms. He couldn't remember ever being so horny. He closed his eyes and stroked his hard, little four inch boy-cock. It wasn't the same as with Jamey but it was close. Within a couple minutes he could feel the ticklish feeling building up deep insde his loins. He jacked his cock harder and faster. "Ohhhh fuck," he murmurred to himself. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh.....ohhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhhhhh....AHHHHHHHHH....HHAHHHHHHHHH....URANANGHHHHH!" Wyatt grunted as he felt his groin tighten, aching, shaking, quaking and then, the split second when it felt like he was dying followed by the best feeling any boy could feel. His orgasm gripped him, rattling him, squeezing him tight. Nothing was happening but at the same time EVERYTHING was happening deep inside him. "AHHAEHHAHERHHGHHHHHH...!!" There was a knock on the locked door. "Wyatt...why's the door locked? You alright in there?" "Yes," Wyatt croaked as he fought to get control of himself and his voice. "Just stubbed my toe on the leg of the bed." "Well, hurry, get dressed, Jim and Jamey will be here in less than a half-hour, we don't want to...wear that brown outfit with the tan shirt and..." "NO TIE," Wyatt read her mind as he hopped naked from the bed and once more slipped his skinny little ass into his tight, white underwear. "Suit yourself," Ellen sighed as she returned to her bedroom to do her makeup and finish getting dressed herself. Wyatt got dressed quickly and brushed his thin, light brown hair out of his eyes. He slipped into some brown socks and matching loafers then gazed at himself in the full-length wall mirror. Jamey's dad was right. Damn, he looked sexy. "Mom, you dressed?" Wyatt found himself knocking this time. "Almost," Ellen told him as she opened the door while struggling with an errant earring. "Nice," she appraised her son. "You're getting to be so..." "Don't you DARE say cute," Wyatt warned. "I get soooo fed up with cute...I could scream." "Sexy?" Ellen suggested. "You like sexy better?" Wyatt was stunned for a couple seconds that his mother should use such a word, but then smiled. "Sexy's cool. You're sexy too." "Oh, I am, am I? Sexy?" Ellen laughed, winking at her son. "Sexy, am I. Okay, that's fair, we're both sexy, okay?" She smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her aqua blue pantsuit and slipped her feet into comfortable white shoes. "Now, soon as I do something with my...sexy...hair, we'll be ready for a night out on the town." "You like Mr. London?" Wyatt asked out of the dark blue sky. "What? Do I...LIKE him?" Ellen asked as she worked on her hair. "Of course I like him. He's my boss, I'd damn well BETTER like him or I'd be out of a job." "No...I mean....do you...like...LIKE him?" Wyatt struggled for better terms to satisfy his curiosity. "You mean....am I in...LOVE with him?" Ellen found the word her son was seeking. "Do you think HE'S sexy too?" Wyatt found a different, mor volitol word. "Do I...?" Ellen stopped, never having considered such a word before. "Do you?" Wyatt pressed. The doorbell chimed. "I'll get it." He raced off to welcome Jim and Jamey to their humble suite. "Whew..." Ellen gasped breathlessly. That was a conversation she never thought she'd have to deal with. It was one she hoped she'd not have to deal with again any time soon...any time at ALL, in fact. Their "birds and bees" discussion last year had been childsplay as compared to that. She fussed with her blondish hair a little more then got up and turned off the bedroom light, entering the living room area. What she saw confused her. She and Wyatt were dressed for dinner. Jim and Jamey both wore shorts and sports shirts with loafers...no socks. "You look nice," Jim London told her. "Both of you. "Well, at the moment, I'm feeling a bit overdressed," Ellen confessed. "Well, take something off then," Wyatt cracked, loving it when his uptight mother popped a button. "Just where is it we're going...this...Scottish restaurant you mentioned?" Ellen laughed, trying to recover her equilibrium. "What? You've never heard of McDonald's?" Jim restrained a wry smile, enjoying Ellen's discomfort as much as her son, who was now laughing his cute little ass off along with the others. "Can I have a fillet o' fish and fries with a strawberry smoothie?" "I was thinking more in terms of the Polaris," Ellen suggested...if they'll let you in dressed like...ohhhhh never mind McDonald's is fine?" "Dad, is that the one upstairs that turns?" Jamey asked excitedly. "I've been wanting to eat there since we got here." "Oh, I suppose, if they don't have a dress code for dinner," Jim relented. "Otherwise we'll have to find a McDonald's that...'turns'...as you put it." "We'll have to go down to the lobby to catch the dedicated elevator to the Polaris," Ellen reminded them as she pressed the "L" button on the glass enclosure control panel. "Wheeeee...I love this place," Wyatt cried as the glass capsule whisked them downward at a disarming clip. "Cool, " Jamey agreed as they slowed, comming in for a landing at the bottom. When the moved on to the steward's desk next to the Polaris elevator, the "doorman" asked if they had reservations. "No," Jim confessed, embarrassed. They'd been so worried about the dress code they'd never once thought about reservations. "I'll take your name, but we're pretty busy, it might be a while," the man informed them. "London...Jim London," Jim acquiessed with a sigh. "McDonald's is starting to look better and better all the time, he told the others. "London? James London, of the Averill Group?" the doorman asked in surprise and dismay. "Yes." "Of course, Mr. London...I think we may have a..." The doorman looked jim and Jamey up and down then raised one eyebrow. "I think we may have a cancellation." Turning to the elevator attendant he said, "Tell Marcus to find Mr. and Mrs. London and their boys a quiet seat off to one side where they won't be disturbed." "Could we have a noisy seat right in the middle?" Wyatt asked impishly as his mother turned a mild shade of pink and smacked his head lightly. "You may get your fillet o' fish sooner than you think." "I think what he meant by a 'quiet seat off to one side' is so we won't disturb anyone," Jim whispered to Ellen. "I'm sorry 'bout Wyatt, he talks before he thinks." Ellen whispered back. "Believe me, I know what you mean," Jim eyed his own son. "Yeah, my dad tends to do the same thing," Jamey teased. Upstairs, their table was no more "off to one side" or quiet, but it did have a spectacular view "WOW, this place really ROCKS!" Wyatt cried a little too excitedly. The maitre d' began looking about for a different table. There was non. "And you can hardly feel it turnin'," Jamey exclaimed. "Rotating," Jim corrected, "and don't you think you'd better be worrying about what you want from the menu. "They have fillet of fish with fries?" Wyatt inquired. "We have a lovely braised salmon I think you'll like," their waiter told him. "Cool, I'll have that," Wyatt quickly acceeded. "And fries?" "Certainly, sir, Cajun or waffle-cut?" The waiter. "What's...cageing?" Wyatt asked. "Cajun..." his mother told him. "They're spiceier. "With or without Tobasco?" The waiter questioned. "What's Tobasco?" Wyatt felt like he was learning a new languate. "Without," Ellen quickly made the decision for her son. Jamey and the others ordered in about half the time it had taken Wyatt. They all decided the salmon sounded pretty good. Jamey even followed Wyatt's lead and ordered Cajun fries. Their parents had the NOLA casserole. "Is it okay if we talk business for a few minutes?" Ellen asked as the boys peered out at the Atlanta skyline. "Sure...shoot." Jim welcomed the adult conversation, tired of trying to match wits with the boys "You said something yesterday that intrigued me," Ellen began. "Really, just one thing? I was hoping I said a lot of intriguing things," Jim told her lightheartedly. "You mentioned you'd like to pull Averill out of Atlanta," Ellen reminded him. "Were you serious?" "Sort of, except for the fact the company couldn't afford the move right now," Jim told her. "Don't be too sure," Ellen continued. "Ever hear of WIT...Winchester industrial Technology?" "Yeah," Jim recalled. "If I remember right, they nearly went bankrupt last year. "Yeah, well, they're STILL not exactly rolling in cash," Ellen informed him. "They're struggling to downsize." "They on the auction block?" Jim raised one eyebrown. "Not officially but..." "But what?" Jim grew interested. "A colleague in Dade County put me onto this," Ellen continued. "Seems they own a couple high-rise addresses in Miami...no, sorry, Miami Beach." "Go on?" Jim urged. "Well, one's quite nice, Averill could move into the top twenty floors, lease the rest," Ellen told him. "How much?" Jim cut to the chase. "Wait, that's the best part. There's a hitch." Ellen eyed her boss closely. "They also have a slightly talller--42-stories, I think--just down the street. This one dates from the 1950s...EARLY 1950s...and quite frankly, something of a dump. It's where they house their computers. They want to unload both for twenty-five...package deal...a two-fer. "The board would never buy it," Jim asserted. "I know, it's a bundle...but if I told you we could latch onto the whole damned company for just thirty-five?" "Whew," Jim whispered. "The older building would need some renovating. I was thinking you might use the top three or four floors for a penthouse. I think I could sell the cost of,...re-upholstering." "I don't know, Ellen," Jim shook his head. "I like WIT, but just selling the move from Atlanta is gonna be a real battle royal." "What if I told you I had a buyer for the Atlanta address?" "Do you?" JIm asked in surprise. "I didn't say that but...I think I could find on real quick," Ellen smiled confidently. "As for Averill, we would probably about break even when you count the renovations on tower two. You could fix up apartments for top executives effected by the move...free rent for...five, maybe ten years, moving costs, etc. A friendly takeover of WIT would be the icing on the cake. "Did I hear right?" Jamey suddenly came to life. "We gonna move to Miami Beach?" "Maybe, if a lot of things fall into place, Jim told his son. "And what about you guys," Jamey's brain came alive?" "I'd think that would probably be the case," Jim answered for his soon-to-be CEO. "Usually the company's NEW Chief Executive Officer lives near the home office." Jim sprung the good news that he'd managed to get her limited resume passed the Averill board of directors. "Y'a hear that Whyatt," Jamey cried out as other dine "We're gong to want her as close as possible." Jim acknowledged.