Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2018 05:38:47 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Chapter 29 of Cox Cocks 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-NINE Wyatt Logan punched in the five numbers on the door keypad of their new apartment in Miami Beach. Was it 82885 or 85882? He guessed wrong. He and his mother had only lived there only a couple weeks and he was not the happiest little nine-year-old boy in town for having to leave all his friends in Atlanta for a private school in Coral Gables. The school was nice and he had always made friends easily, but still, it was the fact that he HAD to do so which bothered him. He'd spent the evening with Carol, his mother's secretary, amaze at how much she knew off the top of her head and how easy she had made studying for his social studies quiz Monday. She was more like a good friend than his babysitter. Wyatt's mother had gone out to dinner that night with Jim London, who was Jamey London's dad. Jamey, despite the fact that he was three years older than Wyatt, and the fact that they seldom saw one another, Wyatt considered his best friend, Wyatt had taught him all he knew about sex. They had become lovers. Jamey attended and all-boys academy in the Bahamas, a place where, according to Jamey, that students all went naked all the time, and consequently they all were free to have sex whenever they got horny. Even Jamey's dad, and Andre, the pilot of the Averill Group's corporate jet, had joined in the sexual fun and games he Jamey had introduced him to. The door silently opened. The dimly-lit living room was elegant, yet casual and comfortable, most of the peach and aqua decor brand new since his mother had kept their old place in Atlanta, and had a virtually unlimited budget for their new place on the 35th floor of the recently refurbished Averill Tower. Wyatt wasn't surprised to find his mother not back from her date with Jim...or was she? On the soft white carpet were various items of clothing. He recognize his mother's clothes but there was also men's slacks, underwear, shoes, socks, and a sportshirt. It seemed to be a trail leading straight to his mother's room. Wyatt picked up the shirt. He wasn't sure, but it looked like one he'd seen Jim London wearing over Christmas break. Wyatt was startled when a small, blue bottle tumbled from the pocket of the shirt onto the floor. There was a label but it bore only the numbers, 9.5. He opened it and sniffed it. There wasn't much smell to it. He gave it a second sniff, then shrugged and recapped the bottle, and returning it to the shirt pocket. He neatly laid out the shirt on the couch. Then it hit him like a velvet sledgehammer. Whoa. His little two-inch penis suddenly hardened into a rock-hard four inches of pulsating boyflesh. He reached down into his shorts and underwear and adjusted it. His hand lingered, stroking it gently. At first Wyatt made no connection between the blue bottle and the incredibly intense surge of aching sexual pleasure he was suddenly feeling. His head was swimming with horniness. Wyatt started to head towards his room, but his "need for speed" was too powerful to be postponed. He slipped down his shorts and underwear, then kicked off his flip-flops, while all the time jacking his cock--faster and faster--feeling the sexual pleasure grow more and more intense. He pulled his "Superman" T-shirt over his head to get naked. Wyatt sprawled back on the couch and began jacking his cock in dead earnest, suddenly realizing that his mother and Jim London were very likely in the next room down the hall doing the same thing he was. He tried to picture in his mind the two of them fucking each other. He couldn't, though in fact, there was no need for such mental imagery. He felt it. He felt the aching stir of sexual pleasure looming up before him from his thin, hairless loins. He was going to cum. It was growing stronger, much stronger, capturing his very being, completely absorbing his consciousness. His tiny, nine-year-old fist was now a blur as it stroked his circumcised cocklet. He moaned softly, well aware that he could easily be heard from his mother's room. "Ohhh fuck, I'm cumming," Wyatt gasped suddenly as the gnawing cramp of sexual pleasure overtook him almost without warning. He nearly freaked when he heard the same words from his mother's strained voice coming from her bedroom, "Ohhh fuck, I'm cumming." Wyatt was stunned to realize that the feelings of orgasm did not dwindle as he stroked himself. However, his cock, still bobbing and throbbing, Wyatt's curiosity got the best of him. He struggled to his feet, still jacking his cock, and stumbled down the path of discarded clothing, no longer caring if he was completely naked, nor that what he might find in his mother's bedroom would live in his erotic memories for the rest of his life. As in the living room, the lights revealed little. Wyatt's orgasm eased somewhat, his vision clearing. They were both as naked as he was, his mother flat on her back, legs wide open, thrusting upward with her hips as the naked man atop her fucked downward, driving his massive cock up his mother's cunt. Suddenly it hit him--THEY WERE FUCKING! JIM LONDON WAS FUCKING HIS MOTHER!!! Ellen Logan was sexually hysterical. "FUCK ME, JIM, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, WITH THAT BIG HARD FUCKIN' COCK OF YOURS. I'M CUMMING AGAIN...AHHH FUCK, YES, YES, CUM IN ME, SHOOT IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM INTO ME AGAIN, OAHAHHHA FUCK, I'M FEELING IT. I'M FEELING IT, YOUR COCK, YOUR CUM, AHHHAHHAH YEAH, HARDER, FASTER, FUCK ME HARD, AHAHHHAH YES, FEELS GOOD, AHHAHHHHH FUCCCCKKKK...FUCCCKKKKK...AHAHHERHHGHHH!" "OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, UNGGHHH...UNNNGGHHHHHH, FUCKIN' YOU BABE, FUCKIN THE SHIT OUTTA YOU, AHHHHHH FUCK...FUCCCKKKK...FUCK ME, GIRL,, YEAH, FEEL IT, FEEL THE FEELING. FEEL THE FEELINGS MY COCK'S MAKIN' YOU FEEL," Jim London cried out hoarsely. "BETTER THAN BEFORE...FUCKIN' YOU AHHAHH, YES, MAKIN' ME CUMMMMM...HARDER THAN I EVER HAVE BEFORE. FIVE TIMES...AND EACH TIME, FIVE TIMES BETTER. FIVE TIMES! DAMN, THEY MUSTA BEEN FUCKIN' LIKE THIS ALL EVENING! Wyatt sudddenly realized. "OHHAHRHHHHFHHGHHHH FUCK," Wyatt cried as his aching dry cum abruptly overtook him. Suddenly, on the bed, all movment stopped, their orgasm frozen in time. "Mind if I join you?" Wyatt asked as he bounded stark naked across the room and virtually DIVED between Jim and his mother as they parted, rolling apart, too stunned and too sexually aroused to even speak. Wyatt didn't wait for a reply, much less an invitation. His hard, young boy-cock was throbbing and pulsating like hell as his second orgasm refused to release him from its powerful grip. "WYATT!!" Ellen wailed in surprise an horror, though still enjoying her own orgasm as she watched her little boy writhing in his own explosion of sexual pleasure. "Hey, don't you two stop on my account," Wyatt moaned in deep ecstacy. "Come on, fuck each other. I wanna see my mom get fucked. "The little blue bottle!" Jim cried as his naked body gave him a moment of clarity. "What little blue bottle?" Ellen demanded as she felt Jim once more mount her, plunging his cock deep within her, stirring up the cunt juice as he heaved and thrust, seeking yet another blast of sexual pleasure. "Jamey sent it...the Valentine's Day present?" Jim recalled for her. "I dabbed on a little and you..." "Lost all control, my libido skyrocketing," Ellen finished his words. "OHHHHH GOD, JIM KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, AHHAHHAH YEAH, YEAH, FEELS SOO GOOD, AHHAHHAH FUUUUCCCCCKKK!!" "MOM! I NEVER HEARD YOU TALK LIKE THAT BE...OHHHHHH FUCK, I'M DOIN' IT AGAIN, I'M CUMMIN'. IM CUMMING, I'M CUMMING AGAIN, OHHHHH FUCK, LET'S ALL CUM TOGETHER...NOW...NOW....AHHAHHA GOD, THE FEELING, AHHAHHHHHHFHHHFHHHFHHHH YEAHHHHH, YEAH, FUCK HER JIM, FUCK HER HARD. GIVE HER ALL THE NAKED SEXUAL PLEASURE YOU GAVE..." Wyatt's voice trailed off, knowing what his mother's reaction would be if she knew what Jamey and the two men had done to his slender little boy-body. "You didn't DRINK that stuff did you," Jim suddenly considered. "No, was I supposed to? It smelled like shit...I...I...ahhahhhhhhHHHHHRHHHAHGHHEHHRIIIIGGHHHHHHH GOD CUMMING HARD, REALLY HARD, OHHHH FUCK MY WHOLE NAKED BODY FEELS LIKE IT'S TIED IN KNOTS,AHHAHHA FUCK STILL DOIN' IT, STILL CUMMING...CUMMING...AHHAHHAHHHHHHHH!!" Wyatt mercilessly jacked himself. "The bottle said 9.5 but....it didn't say 9.5 what." "OhhhhHHHHHHHH GOD, ELLEN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME!! SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE AT COX HAS A WARPED SENSE OF HUMOR...AHHAHHHHHHH FUCCK, MAKIN' ME CUM AGAIN, AHHAHHHA GOD, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND...UARHHEHHAEHRHHHGHHHH!" Jim grunted his way through another massive spasm of sexual pleasure. "What do you mean?" Ellen questioned. "WYATT! FORGODSAKE, WHO SAID YOU COULD SUCK MY TITS?" "I did when I was a baby...you told me." Wyatt reminded her he'd been a breast-fed baby. "That was then, this is...OHHAHHRHHHHGHHAHHG FUCK, JIM, DO THAT AGAIN!! FELT GOOD...AHEHAHHEHHH I'M ABOUT TO HAVE ANOTHER ORGASM!!" "YOU LIKE ORGASMS? YOU LIKE HAVIN' ORGASMS, MOM? JIM GIVES GOOD ORGASMS, DON'T HE?" Wyatt babbled on in the throes of his own orgasmic pleasure. "WYATT, WILL YOU JUST SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE AND...AND DO...WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING TO YOURSELF. SEX IS NOT INTENDED AS A TIME OF FAMILY DISCUSSION," Ellen admonished the boy even as she joined him in his aching sexual pleasure. Jim began laughing. "Ain't precocious little naked boys fun," "What's precocious? Is that a new sex word?" Wyatt asked precociously. "Are we having precocious orgasms?" Wyatt guessed at the meaning. "WELL, LITTLE BOY, YOU CERTAINLY ARE..." Jim smiled as he kissed the delectable sex addict. "PRECOCIOUS AS ALL FUCKIN' HELL!" ---------------- Their little family orgy went on for sometime, though all three lost track of how long, or how many times they enjoyed the blissful orgasmic ecstasy triggered by the little blue bottle. They fell in and out of sleep. One time Wyatt awoke to find his mother jacking him off. More than once, Jim London sucked on his cock, making him cum and cum again. The nine a.m. sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows awakened them, their night pheromone debauchery having passed. The three of them were left silently contemplating the guilt welling up within them from what they'd done to one another and the powerful feelings the stuff in the little blue bottle had unleashed within them. "What'd you do with your little blue bottle of orgasm juice?" Ellen finally asked softly. "It's in there in my shirt pocket," Jim replied. He was barechested, wearing only his cum-stained briefs. "What are you GOING to do with it?" Wyatt asked, wolfing down his bowl of Fruit Loops and cold milk. He was naked, his cock still amazingly hard. "I think I'll be making a trip back to Cox Cay," Jim decided when pressed. "I need to talk to Jack Cox, find out just what kind of 'research' Cox Pharmaceuticals is into." "You gonna buy the company?" Wyatt asked innocently as he finished his second glass of orange juice. Sex made him hungry. Jim smiled down at the naked little boy. "I couldn't even if I wanted to...which I don't." "You could sue the hell outta them for allowing a young boy like Jamey access to such a powerful aphrodisiac," Ellen suggested." "Again, I wouldn't even if I could. The publicity would likely send our stock into a tail-spinning nose-dive." Jim sighed. "And Cox Stocks would soar." Ellen guessed. Jim shrugged. "Who knows? A pheronome aphrodaisiac, even one half as powerful as what you and I...and Wyatt...encountered, especially one that really works fast, could be worth a billion or two, if somehow, they managed to market it without triggering government regulation...FDA and all that. Or, we could land a huge settlement, maybe as much as half of Cox Pharm stock, which, on the other hand, might be practically worthless by then. "Why fly off to Cox Cay then?" Ellen questioned. "This has nothing to do with Averill...at the moment, anyway...and everything to do with Jamey." Jim's fathering instincts coming to light. "Jamey?" Wyatt perked up at the mention of his best friend's name. "I'd be naive to think that Jamey and his friends haven't tried that shit," Jim explained as he poured himself a third cup of coffee. "I suppose," Ellen admitted, having not thought it through beyond her own reaction...and Wyatt's. "Tell me, how are you feeling this morning?" Jim asked. "Wrung out, I guess, tired..." "Horny? Sexually aroused...?" Jim probed. "A little," Ellen admitted. "I'm still hard and horny as hell," Wyatt quickly imparted his own feelings. "We gonna fuck some more after breakfast?" "NO!" Both Jim and Ellen raised their voices in unity. "Not now, at least," Ellen said softly. "You just made my point," Jim told her. "Please, I'm too sexually hung over to play word games," Ellen sighed as she laid aside a slice of whole wheat toast teased lightly with margarine. "Sex is habit-forming, right?" Jim began. "For me it is," Wyatt put in. "Wyatt..." Ellen contemplated her slender, naked young son. "Go to your room and...go jack off again, or something." "Gee, just when I was starting to enjoy all this sex talk," Wyatt complained as he poured himself a third glass of OJ and grabbed a cinnamon roll from an open package on the table. "Here, take the whole thing," Jim smiled, rewarding the boy for leaving the adults to ponder then situation. "Whatever the side effects, they don't seem to have effected his appetite any," Ellen sighed as her naked young son scampered off toward his room to add a sugar high to his sexual high. "Side effects...I haven't even begun to THINK of side effects...given the INTENDED effects of the drug." Jim added another item to his list of concerns. "I read where Cox Pharm is researching an oral sexual stimulent," Ellen revealed. "Researching...Ellen, you don't know the HALF of it," Jim told her. "They HAVE the stuff, though they're still trying to decide how best to produce their family of pleasure pills." "That alone would make Cox a good investment," Ellen advised. "Hold your nose and send a check, right?" Jim summarized. "Ellen, their USING Jamey...and not just Jamey, but most of the younger boys at Cox Academy." "As guinea pigs?" "Well, yes, that too, but...you have any idea what Duranol is made from?" Jim asked. "What's Duranol?" Ellen asked, feeling ignorant. "That's why they call their oral aphorodaisiac...Duranol. Or maybe it's Duralon, I forget." Jim continued. Ellen shook her head tiredly. "The main ingredient is Spermalac." "Will you quit with the word games..." Ellen complained. "Okay...,the inmature semon from early adolescent young boys contains the naturally occuring substance that, in effect, feeds their sperm...hence the name... sperm-milk. Young boys like Jamey and his friends produce the stuff from the first time they ejaculate until they're about sixteen and their sperm naturally matures." Jim became technical. Ellen's eyes started to glaze over. "Ellen, they're literally MILKING these boys...daily...twice, sometimes three times in order to harvest the vast quantities of Spermalac needed." "Incredible," Ellen raised her voice. "The whole Cox Academy thing is a sperm farm...and I wouldn't be surprised if they haven't established other sources," Jim told here. "Other sources?" Ellen's eyes narrowed. "As of now, an ounce of spermalac in the concentrations they need, runs about $900. "So what we got a whiff of last night...what turned us into sex maniacs was the smell of boy sperm?" "That's a tremendous oversimplification, and I'm guessing a wrong one at that," Jim told her. "Love Potion Number 9.5 is probably NOT spermalac based," Jim stated firmly. "This is a whole different line of investigation." "What makes you say that?" Ellen asked. "I've had Duranol...or Duralon...whatever the hell..." Jim explained. "It's effective...sometimes, quite intense. But it doesn't hold a candle to what we all felt last night...and all that from barely a WHIFF of the stuff....except for your son in there. God knows how much he inhaled. In any case, way too much for a nine-year-old to handle." "Should we take him to a doctor?" Ellen's concern for her son rising by the moment. "You want to try and explain everything I'ved just told you?" Doctors are required to report new drug permutations. "The scandal would..." "Forget I asked," Ellen sighed. "He'll be okay, I think," Jim comforted her without much success. "He's young, pre-pube..." "Are you a doctor now?" "No, but as of now, I'm the only person in the country...or in Florida, at least...who has any inkling of what's going on in the basement labs of Cox Pharm." Jim told her emphatically. "And right now, that's barely an inkling... For Jamey's sake, I have to get to the bottom of this, even if I have to threaten Jack Cox within an inch of his life."