Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2017 04:09:39 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 23 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-THREE When Jamey and his father got back to the Hyatt there was a note left on their bed: "Pack your things, Cox has an empty jet on the runway ready for a trip back to the acadamy. It's yours if you want it. Call me before nine and I'll hold it till you get there.--Andre "You ready to go back to the island of naked young boys?" Jim asked his son as the boy doffed his shirt. "When?" Jamey asked. "You'd better leave your clothes on, Andre's got hold of one of Cox's private jets and he'll be ready to go in..." Jim looked at his watch. "Less than an hour." "You coming to?" Jamey asked, far from excited by the prospect of going back. "I wish I could, babe, but..." JIm paused, debating how much to tell Jamey. "Ellen is making an offer for some real estate in Florida, I've got a board meeting to chair most of the day tomorrow..." "The WIT deal?" Jamey asked as he put his shirt back on. "You've got big ears," Jim told the boy. "Yes, as a matter of fact...now go pack your stuff; I'll call Andre..." "Would Wyatt and his mom live in the same building as the penthouse?" Jamey asked. "She said something about addding apartments for upper level executive families. Are her and Wyatt upper level?" "Jamey...please...too many question...too little time....go, hustle, get your shit together?" Jim urged. "I hate to leave...I really like Wyatt," Jamey added. "Ohhhh, what about Jet? You don't like him anymore?" Jim asked. "I better go pack," Jamey hopped from the bed and headed for his room. Jim smiled to himself. He punched some buttons on the house phone. "Gimme Andre?" "Jim? you and Jamey gonna...? Andre began on the other end. "Just Jamey, I can't get away," Jim told his pilot (who also worked for Cox). "I'll have him out there in half an hour if the traffic isn't bad and he can get his act togeth...never mind, looks like he's ready to go. We'll grab a cab." "How long before the penthouse is fixed up and we move in?" Jamey asked "Jamey, forgodsake, I can't answer a question like that," Jim stood. "That was quick, ya got everything?" "Except my dirty laundry, layin' out on the bed," Jamey headed for the door. Jim picked up the phone and punched in the number of the doorman in the lobby. "This is Jim London, we'll be down in a moment. Could you flag us down a cab for a trip to the airport?" He hung up. "Okay, let's go, he already has a cab waiting out front. Once in the cab, Jamey laid his tired head on his father's shoulder. " I wish you were comming too?" "Me to, babe, me too." Jim whispered back. "Christmas?" Jamey pressed him. "I'll try," Jim promised. "You like Wyatt's mom?" Jamey asked softly. "God, you're perceptive. You never cease to amaze me?" Jim told his son. "That mean you do?" Jamey questioned. "That, little man, is quite premature, " Jim told him. "Ask me again come Christmas." "Could you bring Wyatt with you when you come at Christmas?" Jamey asked hopefully. "No," Jim told him softly but firmly. "Why not?" "First of all, Cox Isle is no place for a little nine-year-old boy," Jim told him. "Second, Ellen would be all over me with questions if I even suggested such a thing. You know how protective she is. And lastly, a cute little pup like Wyatt showing up like a toy from Santa Claus would only cause problems for you and Jet. Am I right?" "I hadn't thought about that." Jamey admitted sadly as the lights of Hartsfield came into view and a 747 roared over them. "Cox terminal, please," Jim directed the driver, the looked at his watch. It was ten till nine. A moment later they saw the unmarked Gulfstream waiting for them. Jim handed their driver a fifty-dollar bill. "Keep the change." Once on the tarmac Andre waited patiently as Jim kissed his son goodbye. "Get some sleep, you look like a cast off rag doll." "Thanks, Andre for..." "No problem, you're right on time. Got a stop to make in Miami, then it's straight to the sandbox." "Sandbox?" Jim questioned. "The new codeword for Cox Isle." Andre laughed. "Now, do I get a kiss too?" "Don't you have a plane to fly?" Jim smiled, not offering more than a handshake. "Take good care of my little boy." --------------------- Jamey was sound asleep before Andre even had the jet off the ground. He awoke briefly as they touched down at Miami International, then went back to sleep. "We'll be landing in about fifteen minutes, you might wanna get...freshened up and...you know...get naked before we touch down," Andre nudged Jamey awake. "What time is it?" Jamey inquired. "About one a.m. local time," Andre reported. "I called ahead. Jan will have a golf cart waiting for you at the hangar. You sleep well on the way here?" "I was dreaming about YOU...suckin' my cock," Jamey quipped. "Ya wanna make my dreams come true?" "I would, but the autopilot ain't too good about landing these fuckers on its own," Andre laughed softly. "Besides, I figure you'll have a half-dozen naked boys waiting to relieve you of your cum by the time you get back to the dorm." "Anyone know I'm coming back?" "Just Jan, as of now," Andre smiled. "But you know how fast news travels on the Boy Net." "Good...I need an orgasm...or two..." Jamey sighed, feeling his cock harden in his pants (no underwear, as usual) in just thinking about Jet's soft, sexy lips sucking down over his cock. "...or three...or four," Andre teased, knowing full well the sexual stamina of horny little eleven-year-old passenger. They both heard the autopilot alarm from the cockpit. "What's that alarm mean?" Jamey asked. "It means get your ass back up here and land me," Andre joked as he stood up in the narrow aisle. "We'll be on the ground in about ten minutes." As Andre left, Jamey stood in the aisle and retrieved his duffle bag. He unbuttoned his shirt, folded it neatly into the zippered bag, then stepped out of his loafers, lodging them in the bag as well, being careful not to muss or soil the white shirt. Then he nudged his black pants genly over his pelvis, letting them fall to the floor, He was naked again, his hard, young boy-cock stood straight up almost. He closed the duffle bag, leaving it sit on the floor by his seat while he buckled himself in for the landing. He was home. He loved the feeling of being naked again. He stroked his cock a few times, determined to get off the plane with it pointing skyward. BUMP. They were on the ground. Jamey felt the engine thrust reverese immediately. He heard the tires squeal and the brakes grind. It was a short runway. The hangar doors were open and lights blazed within. There was no taxiway at Cox Isle "International." The runway was so short, the pilots had to rev the engines to full thrust almost while still in the hangar then release the brakes and shoot down the runway like a screaming banshee to take off. Next year, they planned to extend the runway out into the water by about a thousand feet. Andre was still going about forty mph. when they entered the hangar and quickly swung the Gulfstream around lest he exit the hangar through the back wall straight into the drink. "Quite a thrill ride?" Jamey laughed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bag. "You should see it from the cockpit," Andre laughed as he opened the plane's door. I thought I was going to slice through the back wall with my wingtip when I swung around." "Where is everybody?" Jamey asked as he stepped down from the aircraft in all his glorious, little-boy nakedness. Andre laughed again. "Would you wanna be in a hangar with a jet coming at you at forty, maybe fifty mph, then doing a 360 with just a few feet...hell, sometimes just a few INCHES to spare?" "I guess not," Jamey admitted as he looked about for the promised golf cart. "Ah, here comes your ride," Andre nodded as a white golf cart drove up next to the plane. "Perry, right?" Andre smiled at the slender, naked fifteen-year-old. He had good reason to smile. Perry was more beautiful than any boy had a right to be, with a slender, lightly muscled body every boy on the island lusted after. He looked like a teenage runway model. "Hi, you remember me?" The boy asked, extending his hand to Jamey. "Perry Carter. I sucked your cock one time, remember...at lunch one day after you first got here?" "You wanna suck it again?" Jamey asked. Actually, he didn't remember the incident but he did remember the face and body of the exquisitely beautiful young teen. "Boys, please, not here, I gotta close this fucker up and land a room at the hotel to crash." Andre told them both, "...or I'd invite you both up for a...nutbuster," (The nickname for a highly intoxicating boy-cum cocktail). "Sleep tight, don't let the juvies bite," Perry joked as he and Jamey climbed into the golf cart. "Where you going, the dorm is thataway," Jamey reacted in surprise as Perry took a "wrong" turn. "Yes, but the beach is thataway," Perry pointed toward the newcomer's dorm. "I'm naked, you're naked, we're both hard as rocks, and I'm so horny I'm gonna fuckin' WRECK this sucker if I don't get a taste of the hot and hard little boy-cock of yours right NOW!" "This time of night, the canvas beds on the beach should all be open," Jamey suggested. "I hate sex in the sand." Perry pulled the cart to a halt at the steps leading down beside the dorm to the terrace and the beach. They hadn't even gotten to the beach when Perry pulled Jamey into his arms, kissing him passionately, rubbing their hard, throbbing cocks together. "Don't, you'll make me cum...too soon," Jamey pulled away and Perry suddenly picked him up and carried him to the nearest canvas bed, which was the size of a double but consisted only of a sturdy frame and heavy, broad expanse of light blue canvas streched taut by heavy springs from the frame. The thing was closer to a trampoline than a bed and not especially comfortable to sleep upon. But in any case, it was a hot item most of the time, ideal for rough and tumble boy sex. "I've been waiting for this moment for the last hour or two since Jan called and said you were on your way back," Perry confessed between their tongues battling one another. He backed Jamey up against one of the canvas beds then the two fell backward, Perry landing atop Jamey already heaving and thrusting the hard, throbbing cocks against one another. "I feel like if I don't get some cock action I'm gonna fuckin' EXPLODE any second," "Do it to me. Fuck me," Jamey whispered, both boys knowing that without lube the best they could do was grind their cocks together to cum. "Suck me, then I'll fuck you...fuck your ass to Never-Neverland," Perry murmurred as he pressed Jamey's head down over his firm, slender, nakedness. "Suck it, man, suck that fucker, ahhhh yeah, yeah, ahhhhhh god, that feels good, Jamey. You've got to be one of the top ten cocksuckers on this whole island...ahhahhehhh yeah, ohhhhh baby, get that fucker nice and wet, lots of spit, slick and smooth and...lahahhhhahhhh fuck, you almost made me cum, ahhahhhah god, yes, yes, feels good, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Do it...put it in me. I want your cock in me, wanna feel that long, skinny pole poundin' my ass," Jamey pleaded as he spit on his fingers and rubbed the siliva well up past his sphincter ring. "Do it, man, I'm as slick as I'm gonna get, ahhahhh yeah, do it to me man, do it to me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass. I need it, I want your cock. I wanna feel how good it feels when you make me, cum, ahhahhh yeah, ahahhahhhh, yes, yes, easy...easy," Jamey whispered and he gripped Perry's slender pelvis and gently guided him and his six-inch cock into place. "You ready?" Perry whispered as his cock pressed forward, "This is gonna hurt a little." "I can take it, I've had bigger....oooarhhhhhhhfffff...bigger cocks than....oaoehahehhh...slow down," Jamey urged as Perry paused to allow Jamey to adjust. "I'm in...ahhahhhh fuck, I'm in, I'm in...ahhahhhahhh god, feels good," Perry gloried in the pleasure he was feeling. "Don't...don't cum yet...make it last. Fuck me slow...slow...yeah, ohhhhhh yeah, that's it...yes, yes, yes, deeper...I need it...give me your cock...give me ALL your cock, just....just...ahhahhehahhrhhehhhh god, just go slow, please." "You close?" Perry asked urgently as he stopped all forward movement with his cock about two-thirds buried in Jamey's pleasure passsage. "Damn close," Jamey gasped. "Stop...don't move, go I'm right on the edge,..edge...stop...stop..." "My cock's pulsating, I'm not sure I can...can...AHHHAEIIEIRHHHHEHAHEHHHGHHH!!!" Perry suddenly cried out as he felt the damn break inside him, the levees give way, spilling his seed into Jameys anal grip. "AHEAHHHEHRHHHGHHRHHG...SORRY, i COULDN'T...COULDN'T....AHHAHIEIAIEIHHEHH FUCCCKKKK, CUM WITH ME JAMEY, CUM WITH ME, AHHAHEHHEIAIHHHR FUCCCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD TO BLOW MY LOAD UP YOUR HOT LITTLE-BOY ASS...AHHEHAHREHH IIEAHEHRHHHH GOD, i AIN'T CUM THIS MUCH AND THIS HARD IN...AHEHHAHEHHHHERHEHGHHHHH!!!" "I'm gettin' there...gettin' close...ahhhahhh fuck, gonna do it, gonna shoot...gonna...CUMMMMMMMM...UAREGHHHHHH FUCK, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', SHOOTIN' MY CUM...AHHEHAHEHH YES, YES, YES, FEELIN' YOUR COCK, FEELIN' YOUR HOT CUM, SHOOOTIN' UP IN ME, AHHEHHAHH YES, YES, YES,. PERRY, DO IT TO ME KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME, FUCKIN' ME HARDER AND HARDER...YEAHHHH....FASTER, HARDER, AHHAHEHHHHEHHH GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD,...YOUR COCK, YOUR CUM, YOOUR NAKED BODY, YOUR LIPS...AHEHAHEHHHHHHHAHERHH,....UNNNANGHHHH... DAMN, STILL SHOOOTIN' AHEHHAHE YEAH, DON'T STOP, DON' STOP, KEEP FUCKIN' ME...REALLY HARD, AHGHEHHAHH, OHHAHHAHH MAN, YEAH, AHHHAHH FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!" Jamey spun on into orgasmic ecstasy so deep, rich, and powerful that he felt as if he was no longer in control, his cock aching as he ejaculated again and again between them. "OahhehahhOOOOOOHHHHhhhOOOOOHhhh fuck, that was incredible...amazing...YOU'RE amazing, yeahhh still feeling it, still feeling the pleasure...ahhehhaehhhh, Jamey, Jamey, Jamey...love that name, so sexy, ahhahhehhhhh yeah!! You are one fantastic fuck, you know that?" "So I've been told," Jamey laughed immodestly. "You give great orgasms, you know that." "So I've been told," Perry echoed Jamey's words as the two boys rolled apart, lying on the backs, staring straight up at the stars. "You wanna just lie here and orgasm with me a few more times or get back to the dorm?" Perry questioned. "I better get back," Jamey decided. "You still in love with Jet?" Perry asked after a moment. "In love? What makes you think that?" Jamey neither admitted not denied Perry's words. "Ohhhh, hell, Jamey, we're not stupid. You think the whole island doesn't know?" Perry told him. "Everyone's seen the two of you...watched you make love...watched you together. Your boyfriend has been like a limp noodle ever since you left. Oh, he still gives great head and fucks like a whole pen full of bunny rabbits, but...we've seen it before when guys get addicted to one another. "I didn't think we were that obvious," Jamey turned his head to the side , his lips just inches from Perry's. He could smell the wintergreen on his breath. "Right now, even after blowing one hell of a wad, you're thinking about him, aren't you?" Perry guessed. "You're wanting his cock, in your mouth, up your ass." "You ever fuck him?" Jamey asked. "What is this, truth or dare?" Perry almost laughed. "Every boy and his uncle Jack...every boy on this island has fucked him...at least once. I think I've bred him at least two, maybe three times. Am I makin' you jealous?" "No," Jamey said firmly. "He likes to fuck...or suck...or jack...whatever...so do I..." "But you'd rather we didn't talk about it, right?" Perry swung his sexy legs around, sitting up on the edge of the canvas sling. "Talk all you like," Jamey retorted. "You're just makin' me hard again. Come on, the night is young. I need to go find me a boy to fuck." "You really goin' back to the dorm and wake up Jet and...whoever he might be sleeping with tonight, at two-thirty, or three in the fuckin' morning?" "Just watch me," Jamey laughed as he suddenly jumped up from the canvas bed, his abrupt movement causing the bed to tilt, landing Perry on his ass in the sand. "You horny little fucker," Perry jumped to his feet and chased after the naked little boy he'd just fucked. "I may just take you up on that." "I'm drivin'." Jamey cried as he started off making Perry have to scamper after him to get back into the cart. "Slow down, you'll have us airborne when we hit that little... huuuuummmmpppp....UP AHEAD...ohhhhhffffffaffhh," Perry cried as the cart left the road by a few inches then landed like an incoming jet on the roadway. "You bust a strut drivin' like that and you'll have some... wahehhahehhh...esplainin' to do with Jan....hoooooo shit, slow this fucker down." "Enjoy the ride...maybe have another orgasm," Jamey laughed uproarously as they neared the complex of white concrete shapes making up the office, classrooms, and sleeping quarters of the school." "Dammit, Jamey, you're fuckin' scarin' me, slow, down, you're gonna hit...oOOOhhhhahhehhhahehhhhhffffffff..." Perry cried out as Jamey did, indeed, slow down, breaking suddenly to a dead stop, practically driving both of them through the plexiglass windshield. "Come on, let's go have some more sex!" Jamey cried as he hopped out of the cart and raced down the sidewalk toward his dorm overlooking the beach. "Last on in is a queer fuckin' fag."