Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2018 06:10:32 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 28 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-EIGHT Ellen Logan waited patiently inside the VIP lounge of the terminal serving private aviation at Miami International. She watched through the huge, plate glass window as the Averill corporate jet taxied to a stop about a hundred feet away. Her boss, Jim London, the Chairman of the Board of The Averill Group, stepped through the door of the aircraft. The Averill Group was a holding corporation for dozens of smaller firms and some not-so-small companies manufacturing hundreds of industrial and consumer products, while also providing a large number of legal, management, and financial services. Ellen was vice-president in charge of realestate development. She had a lot on her plate at the moment as she micro-managed the move of Averill Group headquarters from Atlanta to Miami Beach. There she and her nine-year-old son, Wyatt, had just moved into a high-rise apartment occupying leftover space intended for company management officials either as temporary lodgings for when they had meetings in town or, as in her case, a permanent abode just an elevator ride down to her office on the tenth floor of what was becoming known at the Averill Tower. The upper levels had not yet been converted from housing computers to apartments housing people. Jim London would eventually occupy the top floor "the penthouse" as she called it. At the moment the renovation there was only about half complete, but Jim had insisted on spending the night there so she's done her best to hurry the contractors along. The master bedroom was completed as well as the grand salon. Ellen smiled as her eyes followed the man she secretly loved as he approached the terminal. Customs and baggage claim would take about ten minutes. She could have gone down the the ground level to meet him but the VIP lounge was more private. At the moment, she and a bartender were the only ones present. A moment later the elevator door opened and Jim London appeared pulling two sizable suitcases. "Gee, when you take me out to eat, you don't mess around," Ellen joked as Jim reached out and hugged her, but refrained from kissing her in public. Their "romance," such as it was, amounted to a poorly kept company secret, but nonetheless neither of them wanted to fire up the rumor mill. "Thanks for coming to meet me, I know you'd rather be home with Wyatt than out here in the nightime humidity," Jim said as he held her for a second or two longer than a casual hug. "My secretary lives just down the hall from my new place and she agreed to ride herd over the "superkid" as Wyatt has started calling himself," Ellen told her boss. "He loves it down...err...here...and...my god, what's that you're wearing?" "What I'm wearing, just my usual back to work clothes," Jim looked down at his casual front-buttoned shirt and tan Dockers. "No...the...ohhhhhh fuccckkk..." "Ellen...when did you start talking dirty," Jim laughed. Deep inside her, centered mostly in her groin area, Ellen felt the strangest feeling. It was a feeling she'd never felt before, a surge of sexual need the likes of which nearly flooded her vagina with a moist flow just short of wetting her panties. "I'm sorry, I...it's just...Jim...could we skip dining out and go back to my place, I'll find something to whip up for dinner," "You're probably smelling the cologne Jamey sent back with Andre...it's a long family tradition...giving gifts to one another on Valentine's Day...tomorrow, by the way." "Jim, it's strange, suddenly I don't feel much like eating out, I'd rather..." Ellen gazed about the room. "Come on, lets go back to the Averill Tower. You've never seen my place since it was finished and you can take a look at what the decorator and I have come up with for the penthouse." "Ellen, I've never seen you like...like this, I feel like I'm being dragged off for the kill," Jim joked as he followed Ellen's lead, not sure precisely what was happening. Downstairs, they hailed a cab. It was all Ellen could do to keep from pawing Jim, or even undressing him. The driver was keeping a watchful, weary eye on them. Ellen doubted she could explain the growing sexual needs within her so she didn't even try. All she knew was that she desperately wanted Jim's hard, throbbing, spurting cock deep within her, fucking the hell out of her. She needed a long, hard, deep, powerful orgasm and she needed it now! Jim found himself plastered with kisses, and probably lipstick as he returned her affections, wondering what the hell was happening. Could Jamey's rather bland cologne be what was turning Ellen into a tigress of wanton desire? He doubted it. the stuff had little or no fregance. He jerked in surprise as he felt Ellens's hand close around his rock hard cock through his slacks and briefs. Why was he hard already? He'd barely been with her ten minutes and. "Ohhhh, fuck, keep doin' that," he whispered as he felt her stroking and stoking the aching sexual pleasure blooming inside him. "I want you. I want you inside me," Ellen confessed as her fingers felt the tab of his zipper. "He's watching your every move," Jim whispered, nodding toward the cabbie. "Ellen, what's come over you, I've never seen you like...ohhhhhhh yes...ohhhh yes, fuck yes, harder, faster," Jim whispered as he felt a remarkably rapid build-up of sexual pleasure buring within his loins. "You'd better stop that or you're gonna make me cum any second." Ellen was now long past the point of caring where she was providing sexual entertainment for their driver, hoping only that he was keeping his eyes on the growing traffic of Collins Avenue. "Do it. I want you to cum...shoot your cum, cum like hell, yeah, gettin' you there?" "Damn....ohhhhh fuck...close...ahhhh god, jack me, babe, jack me off, jack me off, make me cum...again and again, keep doin it to me, keep...AHHHRHHHHGHHAHHEHHGHHHH..." Jim's orgasm suddenly washed over him. Ellen felt Jim's sperm wetting her hand, making it slippery, allowing her to stroke the cock she was grippiing more tightly. "Yes, yes, do it, keep doin' it, keep shootin' it, keep...keep...hooooo fuuuccckkkk..." "You okay?" Jim asked as he felt his juices slow to a gentle, satisfying ooze. "Yes, I'm...no, ohhhhh fuck, I'm having an orgasm, Jim...ahhhhhh fuck...ahhhhhahhhhhhhh...." Ellen moaned softly. "But...I didn't...I mean I...I..." Jim reacted in surprise. "Women can climax without much provocation when sufficiently aroused," Ellen explained as her slender, well-toned body continued to jerk and heave in powerful spasms of sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhahhhhhh god, ahhahhhahhh yesss, yesss, yesssssss..." "Shhhh, he'll hear you," Jim warned as he struggled to remove Ellen's hand from his still-hard cock and make himself at least modestly presentable as they entered the "Averill Tower" building. "We're almost there...another block or two." "That's Peter. He knows we're an...'item'. He won't say anything." Ellen did her best to pull herself together. "Just give him a big tip." "Where do you find these people? He looks like quite the stud," Jim murmurred softly. "He's only eighteen, but looks older," Ellen observed. "He's gay, by the way." "And that makes a difference?" Jim asked as they got out and he handed the uniformed doorman a "C" note. "Jim, forgodsake, give me a little credit for...I've seen the way you look at hot young men...and boys." "And thus you think I'm gay?" Jim questioned as they waited for the elevator. "We shall soon find out?" Ellen teased. "Just try to keep your clothes on till we get to your place," Jim teased back. It was a moot point. Even as they passed the fifth floor, already Ellen had her blouse off and was reaching back for the strap fastener. Following suit, Jim began unbuttong his shirt just as Ellen's bra fell from her breasts, freeing them, revealing them to be much more generous in size and shape than he'd imagined. "God, you're the horniest woman I've ever known," Jim congratulated her. "Is Jamey's Valentine gift really as powerful as it seems?" "Who knows? Who cares? All I know is I want fucked...fucked hard..." she sighed as she began rubbing her still-clothed groin against Jim's hip, once more showering him with kisses. "Hope to hell there's no one in the corridor leading to your place," Jim teased as he pulled away from her to hold the elevator door open. "Just me and Yvonne live on this floor and...this way...hurry..." Ellen pulled him toward her apartment door where she punched in the five-digit security code to unlock it. "Nice place you have here." Jim joked as the two of them struggled out of their street clothes, leaving a trail of male and female garments on the way to the bedroom. "Hope you're really hard...ohhhhh fuck, I want your cock. I want it in me...NOW..." Ellen cried as they hit the bed and she pulled Jim down on top of her. "Do it...do it...put it in me...deep...ohhhhh yeah...deeper...all the way!" She spread her legs wide and felt him enter her shaven cunt." "Let's FUCK, bitch....fuck till the cows come home...fuck, fuck, fuck, aoahhahhh god, yeah, yeah, you're good...never though you to be so hot...so fuckin' horny, so fuckin' good in bed." "I feel another orgasm coming on," Ellen cried out as she heaver her pelvis high off the bed to meet Jim's downward thrust. "Do it, babe, don't hold back just for me, use me, use my cock, enjoy your orgasm," Jim encouraged her as he began fucking her harder and faster than before. "Cum with me...cum with me. I want to feel your cum spurting off deep inside me...aahhhahh fuck yes, yes, gettin' me close, ahhahhhh keep...keep fuckin' me like that." Ellen threw herself in the act of giving and receiving sexual pleasure with a gusto she never dreamed she possessed. She didn't understand what was happening, or what was causing her sudden plunge into the furnace of hot, excruciating pleasure. All she knew was that Jim's cock was driving her to new, unvisited heights of explosive eroticism she hoped would never end. "I'm gonna do it babe, oohhhh god, Ellen fuck me, fuck me, keep fuckin' me....ahahhhah damn, I'm gonna pop another load, ahhhhh yes...cum with me, cum with me...AHHAHHHEIIIIAIEIGHHHHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Jim cried out as he felt his pulsating, hard, mancock burst forth repeatedly. He didn't count the aching, surging, orgasmic spasms wracking his muscular nakedness, only those of the incredible, female sex machine beneath him. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, JIM, HARDER, DEEPER, AHHAHHA YES, REALLY HARD, AHHAHHHH GOD, I'M CUMMING, OHHHHH FUCK, CUMMING AGAIN...AGAIN AND AGAIN...AHHAHHHHHH FUCK THE FEELING...THE FEELING YOUR COCK IS GIVING ME...I CAN'T STOP, I CAN'T STOP IT. IT JUST KEEPS ROLLING OVER ME, LIKE A RED HOT LOCOMOTIVE," Ellen drove herself well past any orgasm she'd ever felt in her life. It was sooo fucking beautiful. "I'M FEELING IT TOO...ACHING, SPASMS OF HORRENDOUS SEXUAL PLEASURE...UNGHHHH...UNNNGGHHHHH OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME. AHHHHHHH FEELS SOOOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD!!!" Jim cried out in an almost painful blast of exquisite pleasure. Ellen rolled them over, taking a dominant, straddle possition, still deeply impaled upon Jim's cock. "You spent?" "WHAT? After that you want to..." Jim eyed his naked pleasure partner and her succulent, nippled breast." "It's called 'multiple orgasms,' somthing women have going for them that men seldom do. "Really? You wanna fuck me some more?" Jim once more asked in dismay. "You still hard?" "You have to ask?" "You still horny...sexually arroused? "You know it babe," Jim put on a brave face, though in fact two orgasms in one evening was about his limit. Still, Jamey's gift, whatever it was, still had a hold on him. "You fuck ME this time, I'll just lie back here and shoot some more cum up that juicy hot cunt of yours, whenever you're ready." "I'm ready now," Ellen began milking her lover's cock with her talented hot cunt. "Nice." Jim sighed, smiling. "Still think I'm gay?" "I think you're highly charged sexually," Ellen told him as she began to rock back and forth on his cock, then adding the traditional up and down movements of cunt to cock. "Back home we called that bisexual." "Ohhhh god, you fuck good," Jim gasped as he began to once more feel stabs of sexual pleasure from his loins. "So you think I'm bisexual?" "I know you and Andre...get it on...from time to time," Ellen increased her pace. "There's even a rumor that you and Jamey are somewhat more than loving father and son." "You believe the rumor?" Jim asked as he began to meet her downward movements on his cock. "I don't know. Who cares anyway? Jamey's a lovely young boy." Ellen began to fuck the cock inside her faster and faster. "I'd sure fuck him in half a second if he asked." "I'll warn him about that," Jim joked as he felt her sweltering sex movements on his cock intensify. "Is it true? Have you ever fucked...ohhhhh god, fucked him...fucked Jamey...fucked your own son?" "We've had our moments of...father-son bonding," Jim answered reluctantly. "You think he'd freak if I put a move on him?" "Ellen, forgodsake, he's only twelve," Jim defended his son. "You make a habit of seducing twelve-year-old boys?" "You'd go for Wyatt...and he's only nine," Ellen accused. "HE told you than?" Jim reacted in alarm as his cock suddenly spew off deeply inside Ellen's sucking cunt. "No, but YOU just did," Ellen knew her boss better than he knew himself. "I deny everything," Jim told her, only half joking, as he felt Ellen's orgasm rock her entire being with pleasure. "Deny all you like," Ellen gasped, crying out. "HOOO FUCCK ME, JIM, FUCK ME, FUCK ME JUST LIKE YOU DO THE NAKED LITTLE BOYS, JUST LIKE JAMEY, JUST LIKE..." "I'VE NEVER FUCKED WYATT," Jim interjected before she could continue. "I'll admit, I've...toyed with him...okay, with BOTH boys but..." "Don't get so defensive, I won't hold it against you," Ellen felt her orgasm starting to subside. "Wyatt....Jamey too...they're both exqusitely beautiful young boys. And unless I miss my guess, Wyatt, and probably Jamey too, initiated the sexual encounters. Am I right?" "They were sexually active together...it just kind of spilled over into their adult world." Jim explained lamely. "Wyatt is becoming more and more like his father as he's grown older...highly sexed...horny as hell, virtually ALL the time," Ellen went on as she regained some vestige of control over her libido. "He masturbates about half a dozen times a day. He tries to hide it but I'm sure he going to be gay...if he's not already." "Gay is a gradual realization," Jim stopped her. "From what I've seen and know of Wyatt, he may be a little ahead of the curve, no thanks to Jamey, I'm sure, but..." "This school...over on the island..." "Cox Academy..." "All boys? All gay?" Ellen stared down at him from her position of dominance encasing his roaring hard cock. "Totally, all naked too, all the time," Jim admitted, "...along with many...if not MOST...of their fathers." "Perpetual sex...endless orgasms...." Ellen tried to visualice the place. Jim laughed. "Endless orgasms...perpetual sex...where DO you get these strange ideas?" "I have a vivid imagination when it comes to sex," Ellen laughed for the first time that evening. "It IS a school, after all...with classrooms, instructors, superb curriculum, outstanding academic achievement, an acredited staff with equally outstanding academic credentials. "The instructors all gay?" Ellen asked abruptly as she felt renewed sexual pleasure starting to churn within her. "I've never asked, and I certainly don't know firsthand, but from what Jamey has said, I wouldn't surprised," Jim hedged. "They allowed to mollest the boys?" Ellen continued her questioning in a non-judgmental manner. "Ellen, there are very few rules having to do with sex at Cox. The boys are young. Young boys mas....jack off a lot. They live for their orgasms, even if they're too young to shoot cum. Why? You thinking of sending Wyatt there?" "I might be," Ellen once more began a rocking, fucking movement on Jim's cock. "Enough conversation, let's fuck each other some more. You're still hard. I'm still, more completely, more deeply aroused than I've ever been in my life." "Ohhhhhmigod...I don't know if I can take another round, I'm pretty well drained." "No excuses...fuck me again...fuck me harder this time...harder than before. Ohhhh god, yes, yes, yes, that's it, Jim, your cock feels sooo good...soooo huge, so deep inside me, fuckin' me...aahhah yes, AAHHEHRHHH, YES like that, like that...really drive that long, hard, fucker home, ohhhh fuck give me one hell of an orgasm, stronger than before. Drive me out of my fuckin' mind with naked, sexual pleasure." "I'll try," Jim reacted tiredly, "But I'm not sure I can..." "Do it to me, Jim. Do it to me, ahhahhhah fuck, I want your cock...I want your hard spurting cock." Ellen sped up her movements on Jim's cock. "Fuck me...fuck me with it. CUM INSIDE ME AGAIN, AHAHEHHRHH YES, YES, YES, THAT'S THE WAY, THAT'S IT. OHHH GOD, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT TO ME AGAIN. YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM AAHHAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"