Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2017 07:08:32 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter w 25 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 25 "JET...JAMEY...PARK IT!" Graham Laver barked as the other boys in his first period English class filed out of the room. "Ooooo ths shit's gonna fly now," thirteen-year-old Len Long laughed as he was last to leave. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU TWO THIS MORNING?" Laver laid into them without preliminaries. "Jamie just got back...we fucked till dawn," Jet admitted. "How many times?" Graham Laver inquired out of curiosity. "Three," Jet confessed. "No FOUR," Jamie corrected. "Jamie, would you shut the fuck up, you're not helpin' any," Jet complained. "At least he's honest," Graham noted as he and the two boys watched his seven-inch cock get hard. "You're gettin' hard, you wanna piece of me?" Jet noted, stroking his cock to hardness in barely half a minute. "If I do, you'll be the first to know," Laver shot back. "You gonna fuck us?" Jamie eyed the man soaring hard cock with some trepidation. He sported at least seven inches. "Hmph...I rather doubt it," Graham sneered at the boy's slender little body and barely five inches of rigid boy-cock. "Whew...that thing had me worried there for a minute," Jamey joked. "Don't get too relieved, when I get done with you to you're both gonna wish I'd fucked the shit outta ya." Graham threatened. "What?" Jet questioned skeptically. "Come here," Graham beckoned as he got up from his seat on his desk and moved around to the back side where he opened a drawer and removed a bright red indelible marker. He uncapped it and proceeded to write something in big letters across Jet's thin, naked chest. Jet looked down but couldn't make it out, looking down at it from an oblique angle and upside-down as well. "What you writin' on me?" Jet asked, alarmed for the first time. "Okay, now turn around and face the back of the room," Graham ordered. "You, London, get your cute little-boy ass over here." Jamie was so shocked and intimidated he uttered not a word in protest. Graham Laver began writing in bold capital letters across his chest as well. "That tickles," Jamie giggled in spite of his anxiety. He too looked down, but all he could see was he no longer had a hard cock. "How do you spell 'castrated'?" Laver asked. "C-A-S-T-R-A-T-E-D..." he spelled the word aloud. "What does it say, I can't read upside-down," Jamey complained. "Okay...you may go now," their teacher dismissed them. "Your punishment continues until the words wear off." Frantically both boys looked about the room for a mirror. There was none. "THE RESTROOM," Jet cried out as both of them scrambled out the door, leaving Graham Laver laughing his ass off. "HOOOO...OHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!" Jet cried out as he read the words printed across his naked chest and abdomen. "I WAS LATE FOR CLASS. NO MORE SEX--I'M NOW A EUNUCH!" "Mine's different," Jamie nearly burst into tears. "I WAS LATE FOR CLASS. NO MORE SEX. i'VE BEEN CASTRATED." "I can't believe that fuckin' bastard would do something like this to us," Jet turned on the water and tried to scrub the words off with his bare hands. No such luck. "What the fuck's a...a eunuch?" Jamey asked, mispronoucing the word. "Same as you," Jet sighed. "It's a boy whose been castrated. And don't tell me you don't know what 'castrated' means." "It's when they cut your dick off, right?" Jamey asked in alarm. "Right, but don't worry, it's usually just a guys balls," Jet explained. "That suppose to make me feel better?" "Come on, we'll miss lunch," Jet urged as he prepared to leave. "I ain't goin' down to the Buff Buffet like this, the guys will all laugh and...and..." Jamey began. "Wise up, man, that's the whole purpose," Jet sighed. "He was right, I wish he HAD fucked the shit outta me." "You go down, bring me back something," Jamey pleaded. "LIKE HELL !!," Jet gave him to know their friendship and love for one another went only so far. "I think I'm gonna be sick," Jamey complained. "Well, looks like you came to the right place," Jet laughed as he nudged open with his bare foot, one of the restroom stall doors. "Have at it, chicken shit." ----------------------- "Well, whadya think?" Ellen Logan appraised her boss as they finished a sneak tour of the second of the two Miami Beach office towers their company was considering purchasing. "J think the other place would make a better company headquarters. The techies are already escounced on the lower floors,..." Jim London considered, thinking out loud. "It would be cheaper to wire that place but..." Ellen paused. "What?" "It's filthy...hasn't been occupied in nearly three years. Did you notice your footprints in the dust on the floor?" Ellen screwed up her face in disgust. "It'd take a thousand janitors a year to clean the place up enough for the design team to come in. "Negotiate a clause requiring them to clean the place up...get a city health inspector over to oversee it," Jim ordered. "Don't know why I didn't think of that," Ellen laughed in embarrassment. "Better still, lets get the design team some face masks, and haz-mat coveralls...have them stir things up a bit over there, then we'll bring in the construction crew, you know they're gonna leave one hell of a mess...no sense of payin' to clean the place TWICE." Jim went on. "Good idea," Ellen reasoned. "Just remind me not to volunteer for the design team...eeeyech." "Volunteer?" Jim laughed, "Honey, I was gonna have you LEAD it." "WHAT?" Ellen faced him, aghast. "I said I want you to LEAD the group," Jim repeated. "You know what we need, what we can afford--nice but not extravagant...." "No...no, no, before that?" Ellen took a step closer. "You called me 'honey', you never called me that before." "Haven't you ever been 'buttered up' before?" Jim laughed as he took her hands in his own. "I was just trying to get on your good side, hoping you'd say, 'yes'." "Oh," Ellen let out a breath too long held. "What'd you think. You think I was asking to marry you or something?" Jim suggested. "Ooooo, she'd turnin' red." "So....you're okay with this? You want me to go ahead with the deal?" Ellen changed the subject way too suddenly. "You're changing the subject," Jim teased, smiling. "You're damned right I ammmmmm," Ellen replied as Jim suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips long and hard. "You gonna lead the design team or do I have to kiss you again?" Jim asked as she gently pushed back from his arms. "Hoooooooo fuuuuuucccckkkkk..." Ellen gasped for air as they parted. "Here? You kidding? This place if fiiiillllllltthhhy too," Jim teased. "And next time, breathe through your nose." ------------------------ By the time Jet and Jamey got to the "Buff Buffet" they barely had time to eat. Each boy grabbed a ham salad sandwich, some iced tea, and a bag of potato chips, then they chose a table off to themselves, hoping to avoid a scene. It didn't work. "Everybody's lookin' at us?" Jamey whispered. "They're starting to laugh." It took about thirty seconds more and the whole cafeteria was in an uproar. "HEY, ARE YOU SOPRANOS YET!" Someone yelled. "DID THEY LET YOU KEEP'EM FOR A SOUVENIR?" Someone else hooted. "THEY TAKE BALLS AND ALL?" "YOU THINK THEY'LL EVER GROW BACK?" Some of the voices they recognized. "YOU'LL HAVE TO SIT DOWN TO PEE NOW!" "HONEY, YA WANNA FUCK TONIGHT?" "THEY'LL PROBABLY BE GROWING TITS NOW!" "S T O P ! E V E R Y B O D Y S T O P !" "JASON....it's my brother," Jet gasped in surprise "E V E R Y O N E J U S T S H U T T H E F U C K UP !" Jason Cox screamed at the top of his voice, now having climbed from a chair to standing on a table. It took about five seconds for the room to suddenly fall into an almost frightening silence. "That's my brother and the boy he loves!" Jason now suddenly shifted to a soft voice, yet everyone in the room could hear him loud and clear. "They don't deserve this." Jason went on. "So, they were a little late for class...DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU FUCKERS ARE DOING?" He paused for effect, then continued. "Every last one of us knows what a fuckin' bastard Graham Laver is. Don't you see? He's punishing Jet and Jamey except he's gettin' you to do his dirty work. You're playing right into his hands. He knew what his wo rds would do to you horny fuckers. He's probably just out of sight watching right now, laughin his fuckin' ass off! Jason had nailed him. Graham Laver was, in fact, just around the corner, leaning casually on the wall, except he wasn't laughing. He hadn't counted on the loyalty or the bravery of Jason Cox in standing up, facing the others, and calling him out. "Mr. Laver...MR. LAVER...M R. G R A H A M L A V E R, Y O U F U C K I N' C O W A R D L Y B A S T A R D. C O M E O U T W H E R E V E R Y O U A R E ! !" Jason screamed angrily at the top of his voice. No one in the entire room had ever seen Jason angry. He wasn't the type. "LET'S GRAB LAVER AND CUT H I S DICK OFF!" Freddie Davis suddenly stood up, joining Jason, then moving to the table where Jet and Jamey were still cowering in fear, pulling each boy up from his seat and hugging each one individually. Jason stood down. He'd not quite incited a castration party, but he'd accomplished his purpose. Graham Laver would now be on the shit-list of every boy on the island. Graham Laver turned to leave before the boys reached the lobby, only to abruptly come face to face with Jan Dix. "Jason is right. You are a fuckin' cowardly bastard!" The two men stood face to face, almost nose to nose, Jan glaring at the language arts teacher threatening. Boys passed them, staring, a few softly sniggering, the tension in the air thick as the buffet's day-old gravy. Suddenly, Laver turned and stalked off. He was fearful if he tried staring down the school's director, he might be disciplined himself, perhaps even fired. While Jan had good reason to fire him, the fact was, he couldn't. He knew as well as anyone that there was nothing more dangerous to Cox Academy than a vengeful former employee. Moreover he wasn't vested with the power to fire anyone, though once this incident got around, once Jack Cox heard about it Laver's termination might be on the table. --------------------------- "My god, can you fucking believe what just happened back there?" Jamey whispered once he'd recaptured his voice. "That's my brother...no...no I can't," Jet shook his head. What he's just witnessed was NOT the Jason Cox he's known all his life. "I never seen him that mad before, even when he gets pissed off at ME." "From what I saw, neither has anyone else," Jamey noted. "Nobody's staring?" Jet suddenly realized as they headed toward science class. "You think Mr. Stevens will know what..." "You kidding, he was probably watching on live TV," Jamey laughed, "You know how your dad has this whole fuckin' island bugged...cameras everywhere. I even saw one in the restroom...IN THE STALL...one time." "Shhhiiiiittttt...." Jet muttered in knowing disbelief. "Come on, we better hurry, don't wanna be late. Stevens is liable to..." "No way, there ain't no more room for writin' on my back," Jamey joked as they hurried inside. "Nobody's laughing...Jason musta put the fear of god into'em." "I rather doubt anyone on the island is afraid of my brother," Jet scoffed. "It's LAVER they all hate now...even before today...that smart-assed attitude...thinks he's smarter than the average toadstool." Jamey laughed hilariously, seeking to relieve the tension still lingering in the pit of his stomach. "Jamey...Jet..." Randy Stevens nodded as the two walking billboards headed for their seats. The entire class grew quiet, waiting to see what Mr. Stevens would say. They were disappointed. Instead he launched into the evolution of a petrosaurus. There was a knock on the classroom door. Clay Boyer stuck his head inside. "Excuse me Mr. Stevens, but Dr. Charmin over in the med center would like to see Jamey London and...uhhhh Jet Cox immediately. "What'd you do now?" eleven-year-old Rex Peterson laughed. Jamey looked at Jet, who shrugged. Jamey shrugged back as the two communicatedd wordlessly. "You two forget to go get jacked off this morning?" Thirteen-year-old Trace Zane wondered aloud. "Go." Randy Stevens relented. "Hurry back, and if you don't get back before classs is over, remember, you have a paper due tomorrow." Jamey rolled his eyes in dispair as the two naked boys exited the classroom. "Have any idea what this is about?" Jet wondered aloud. "Who knows, Clay shook his head. "You two make your sperm deposites this morning?" "Oh, believe me, we deposited lots of sperm, just not with Dr. Charmin's collection. "I'm too young to cum," Jet told the eleven-year-old sexy little boy, who looked no more than about nine. "You're guesss is as good as mine," Clay laughed, "But you might wanna get a hardon before you go in, it'll probably save time." "How come he chose you to come get us.?" Jamie questioned the naked young boy. "He has me for lunch every day...sandwich and a blowjob ...and boy, can that man suck a cock," Clay told them. "Can he make you cum?" Jamey asked. "He made ME cum for the first time a few weeks ago. "No, but not for a lack of trying," Clay laughed. "Feels like he's gonna suck the cum right outta my balls every time. Feels...incredible...awsome, with a pinch or two of fantastic thrown in. Clay led them to the third floor of the Cox Pharm Med Center. Doctor Charmin's secretary was still at lunch. Clay knocked on Dr. Charmin's office dolor. A moment later, the good doctor opened the door. The man would look good in a garbage bag, but completely naked, he and his eight-inch man-cock were more than a little intimidating. "Hi, boys, it's been a while," Dr. Charmin looked them both over from head to cockhead. "Mmmm looks like you've both grown a little. Come in, come in, I wanna talk to you both. If their cocks weren't hard before, one peek at Dr, Charmin turned them to upright granite. "Turn around?" Dr. Charmin ordered. "Looks like you had a little run-in with Mr. Laver..." "We were late for class. Jamey told him. "We overslept," Jet filled in the blanks. Which would explain, no doubt Mr. London, why you didn't show up for your 'milking' this morning," Dr. Charmin suggested. "Something like that. Actually, we were...milking...one another." Jamey added. "How was it?" Charmin asked. "How was it?" Jamey repeated back. "Felt fantastic, of course, as always when Jet sucks down on me." "Jet..how was it? Is Jamey as good a cocksucker as you are?" Charmin went on. "He know how to show a boy a good time," Jet informed him. "Good, you're both very beautiful young boys...exquisite, in fact...perfect for what I wanna do , Dr. Charmin added. "Which is?" Jet asked somewhat skeptically. "How'd you like to get Mr. Laver's billboard off your backs...err...and chests?" Charmin went on. "Sure," Jamey smiled "Yeah, sure, great...err...how? Jet questioned. "Well, boys, I have here a little magic elixir I whipped up to remove the literary spell Laver cast upon you." Dr. Charmin told the boys. "Really, what is it?" Jet asked, still uncertain how far to trust the doctor. "Strange you should ask," Dr. Charmin held up the plastic b ottle of clear liquid. "I haven't come up with a name yet. He turned the bottle around facing the boys. "I'm thinking of calling it "rubbing alcohol." Both boys laughed simultaneously in relief. "That'll do it? That'll take the ink off?" "Come here, my little stud-muffin, let's find out." The doctor soaked a cotton ball with the stuff then b egan to gently rup from Jet's naked chest, one letter at a time. "See, just like magic, the words disappear." "Why'd you stop? Jet complained. "Because I have a little deal for you," Dr. Charmin told them b oth. "I remove this travesty of Mr. Laver and in turn, you two agree to become guinna-pigs in a little experiment I want to try." "Does it involve orgasms?" Jamey asked. "Lots and lots of orgasms." "I take it you like orgasms...like the feeling you get when you..." Dr. Charmin began "Come on Doc, quit beatin' around the bush," Jet grew impatient. "Yes we both love orgasms. So what? So does every last cocksuckin', cumpoppin', fatherfuckin' boy on this island. Why you so interested in us? "Because you're both eleven years old. Jet is just six weeks older than you are, Jamey." "So?" Jet question. "So what? "I think the reason should be crystal clear, Dr. Charmin went on. " Jet, you're the oldest, Jamey, you're six weeks younger, yet you've entered the early stages of puberty, making sperm, and shootin' cum like a Yellowstone Geyser. And not only that...whatever you do, don't go fuckin' any teenaged girls, Your sperm count is astronomical. We value your samples here more than that of anyone else on the island." "Cool," Jamey smiled proudly. "You gonna keep me here hooked up to your machine and milk me 24-7?" Dr. Charmin smiled as he gently reached for Jamey's rigid five-inch boycock and began stroking it. "HHHHHEEEEYYYyyyyy, Doc, I got a cock too, Almost as big and hard as Jamey's," Jet objected. "Don't worry, I'll get to you later." Dr. Charmin turned his attention back to Jamey as he lay out flat and very, very naked on the examining room. "Actually the experiment is more about YOU than it is Jamey. "Feelin' good, baby?" Charmin turned back to Jamey and unexepectedly. "Faster, harder...faster...faster." Jamey pleaded as his sexual pleasure collecting in his loins at the base of his cock began to grow more and more intense. "Gettin' to ya, huh, boy? Feelin' it? Feelin' it? Dr. Charmin as he stroked harder and harder. "Yes....oh fuck yes...ahhhh god, keep doin' that, don't stop. Feels good...ahhahhahh fuck, harder faster, make me cum, Doc, keeep doin' it to me and...annnnnnnddddd...AHAHHEHAHEHHHHRHGHHHHHH," Jamey suddenly orgasmed, spurting his cum, again and again. "Four...five...six...damn...seven," Jet counted Jamey'd seemingly endless ejaculating spasms of aching, naked sexual pleasure. "YEAH, YEAH, DO IT FOR ME, BABE...JET, HAND ME THAT VIAL," Doc ordered as he struggled to catch every last, precious drop of Jamey's powerful boycum. "OOLHHHHH FUCK, LOOK AT ALL THAT CUM....YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, BOY, SHOOT IT, BOY, SHOOT IT, KEEP SHOOTIN IT. more...MORE...MOREEEEE," Dr. Charmin drained every last drop of cum from Jamey's cock, balls, then collected from the boy's tight, slender, naked boyflesh surrounding it. "Hoooo...whooooo...that was...ohh god, you make it feel better and better and better all the time...every time I come to cum." Jamey panted in delerious sexual pleasure. "Here...see this, Jet..." Doc Charmin held up the vial containing Jamey's sexual essence. "This is what you SHOULD be producing, Jet. Even HALF that much and I'd be overjoyed." "But, everyone says the sex is best when ya wait at least til you're sixteen." Jet told him. "Well, let's get on with this, I'll let you be the judge," Doc told the nubile little boy as he stretched him out on the ejaculation table. "I'm gonna do this by hand, I think we depend far too much on machines instead of the human touch. You ready for your first time?"