Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 01:59:49 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox, Chapter 36 This story does NOT directly continue 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." However, like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (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 and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Though there is some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the people in this story are new characters. 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 about one or two 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. JACKIN' JACK COX CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Jared Anderson stirred on the pool lounger where he'd dozed off. It was after dark. He was naked, and not wearing a wristwatch. Craning his neck, he looked back over his shoulder at a sleekly modern gold clock embeded in the wall of the patio. It was 12:31 a.m. He looked down at his cock to realize that for the first time that evening it was not hard and there was not a cute young boy sucking it. In fact, there were no cute young boys within thirty or forty feet of where he lay. Had they all gone home? No, there were two over on the other side, though like himself, they seemed to be totally exhausted, cradling one another's slender young boy-bodies in post orgasmic ecstasy. Their cocks were still hard, insofar as Jared could see, though not rampantly so. On the other end of the pool a couple boys were holding one another, kissing, sort of swimming, if you could call it that. They were being sexual but it was obvious they were more in tune with loving one another than making love. There were a few other boys sprawled out in dimly lit remote alcoves, silent and motionless, sound asleep, or perhaps drugged out of their horny young minds by whatever the hell, Doc Matheson had used to stimulate their sexual urges. "You still among the living?" Jared heard a voice behind him. He didn't have to look in order to recognize it. "God, this place REEKS of cum. Ya gotta watch where you walk or you'll slip and fall," Jack joked. "Where is everyone?" Jared asked numbly. "It cooled a little, everyone moved inside. The beds are full," Jack told him, sitting down on the foot of Jared's lounger. Though still naked, like Jared, his cock had seen better times. "They still having at it?" Jared inquired. Jack shook his head. "Most of 'em are out of it." "So, Doc's magic potion has its limits?" Jared questioned, unsure Jack knew what had hit them that night. "You still horny?" Jack asked, half grinning. "You?" Jared returned. "Yeah, but, damn, I'm too fuckin' tired to do much about it," Jack asked. "I jacked off a little while ago...for all the good it did me. That's how bad it's gotten in there. No one to fuck, no one to suck...looks like a massacre." "Did you cum?" Jared questioned. "Sort of...seeped a little...felt pretty good...you know what it's like, when you run out of cum and your body keeps trying for more and more?" Jack questioned. "A few times," Jared acknowledge, admiring Jack's incredible boyish beauty. "I feel like I'm all tied up in knots inside...aching sort of," Jack tried to put words to the feelings of sexual overkill that he felt. "Where's Doc?" Jared asked. "Can you believe, he's going around, collecting semon samples from the boys...tagging them," Jack reported in amusement, too tired to laugh. "I'm not sure how valid his tests will be...hell, I'm drenched in cum from head to toe, most of it not my own. I'd shower but...damn, that'd be like work." "Where's Destry?" "Zonked...out of his mind...completely incoherent...passed out with your nephew's cock still in his mouth," Jack shook his head. "Cousin..." "Cousin?" Jack repeated. "Randy...he's my cousin, not my nephew," Jared corrected. "I sucked him twice tonight. Damn, he's nice...learning fast...gave me one hell of a blowjob in return." "First time you ever molested him?" Jack asked. "We've played around a little...never took his load before though," Jared acknowledged. "Won't be the last time though...damn, he's choice boyflesh." "Well, I guess Doc found out what he wanted to know, his...stuff...does has its limits," Jack decided. "Perhaps, but I'm guessing it's the BOYS who had their limits...six or seven hours of non-stop, freeforall sexual pleasure, dozens of orgasms, some of them..." Jared rendered his opinion. "Who knows..." Jack shrugged. "You said it yourself," Jared reminded him. "You're too tired to even go for my cock...such as it is...but still you feel the same urge...about the same as when we started, right?" Jack lay back face up between Jared's outstretched legs, staring up at the stars in the sky, the moon casting an eerie glow over the darkened patio, reflecting in the now glassy waters of the pool. The two boys, Jupiter Wilson and little Lance Parsons were lying out along the side, now the last remaining boys with enough energy to pursue yet another orgasmic surge of sexual pleasure, though they were doing each other with a slow, weird, determination unlike anything Jack had ever seen before. "My balls ache." "Tell me about it," Jared agreed. "I musta shot...hell, twenty or thirty times." "Check your log book," Jack teased. "My what?" The joke had gone over Jared's pleasure-muddled mind. "You DID have each boy you did stuff with sign in, didn't you...sigh your guest book, you know?" "Only the ones with whom I had multiple orgasms," Jared rose to the challenge. "You had multiples?" Jack looked up and back at Jared in surprise. "What's that like? You mean like a girl does sometimes?" "Yeah, I guess...never been a girl, so I couldn't compare but...yeah, I suppose, something like that," Jared surmised. "Weird," Jack relaxed back between Jared's legs, the back of his head, just below Jared's balls. "Yeah...kind of scary the first time...like the first time you orgasmed," Jared continued. "You remember what that was like. "Yeah, my mama was changing my diaper," Jack laughed. "Something like that," Jared ignored Jack's wisecrack. "It's like, you think it's winding down, then, the kid does something unexpected, and suddenly, you're blasting off harder and longer than before...than EVER before." "Cool, can you give me one of them multiple orgasms?" Jack, sat up, grinning at the spent naked boy of the older boy. "Jack, I couldn't give you a French kiss right now...not if my dick depended upon it." Jared sighed, fighting the urge to go back to sleep despite Jack's erotic presence between his legs. "Just as well, I probably couldn't stand it...probably have a stroke or something...die in the middle of my orgasm," Jack was having his own battle with the sandman. "Don't laugh, it's happened...usually heart attacks instead of strokes, though," Jared reported on a research topic he'd done as a sophomore in physiology class. Jack said nothing. "Usually it's straight sex though...older men, younger women," Jared continued. "Snxxxxxoooreee," Jack replied, now long gone. "Yeah, snaeaeoooearraerregeggg," Jared snored back at him. ---------------------------------- It was after ten the next morning. Not more than a dozen naked party boys were stirring, and some of them wee barely out of bed. Whatever effects the drug from the night before may have had upon them had passed during the wee morning hours. Mostly they were simply hungry. Doc worked passing out clothes. Jack went around waking up the boys still enmeshed, some with their cocks, no longer hard, but still lodged in the ass of their last pleasure partner from the night before. Jared set up a cold buffet. There wasn't a hard cock amongst the lot of them, and except for the usual horsing around among adolescent boys, no real sex play either. They basically ate, dressed, and called their parents to come pick them up. Jared ended up driving home more than a third of the boys whose parents were at work. Like all orgies, spectacular as this one may have been, it hadn't ended in with a bang but with a pffffttt. The boys simply petered out with their peters out. "Nice birthday party, dad, thanks," Des told his father as they passed in the broad central corridor. "Glad you liked it," Doc told his young son, both of them still naked from the night before. "Where you going?" "To bed," Des sighed tiredly. "I came twenty-four and a half times last night...I need my rest." "And a half?" Doc laughed, questioning the beautiful little boy who was his son. "I zonked half-way though my last orgasm," Des explained. "I remember starting to cum...me and Eustice. Then, that was the last thing I remember." "You really love that little guy, don't you?" Doc suggested. Des shrugged, a little embarrassed his dad was so perceptive. "I guess...ohhh, I almost for got to tell you...I made him shoot his first load last night." "You...you DID?" Doc smiled broadly, glad to know he had yet another sperm donor. "He shoot much?" "Not really...kind of watery," Des reported. "That's normal," Doc told him. "How many times." "Who knows? We weren't counting." "Once, twice...more than twice?" Doc probed. "Twice...maybe three or four times," Des replied sleepily. "What'd he taste like?" Doc wanted to know. "Sweet, pretty much like everyone else I sucked off," Des yawned. "Wake me when ya wanna suck me?" He headed toward his room. "I'll be in the lab," Doc called after his son. "Wake ME when ya want sucked." He was kidding, as was Des...probably ...though the fact was, their father-son sexual relationship was close to becoming routine. It had been days since he'd seen his son wearing clothes. Doc had just reached the lab when the phone rang. "Dr. Mathison's residence," he answered. "It's me," Jared identified himself. "Okay if I take the Caddy home, I need some shut-eye...man, my dick so tired..." "The boys all back home safely?" Doc asked. "No problems? No questions from parents?" "No parents," Jared reported. "It's no wonder these boys are so eager to sex it up...no one seems to care...one boy said it had been a week since he'd seen his dad, three days since his mother had been around." "Sad," Doc sighed. "Who takes care of him." "His older brother...and the guy who comes over and takes care of the grass and the pool," Jared told him. "Which one we talking about?" Doc asked. "Devon Hayes...dad's a movie producer...Paxton Hayes...ever heard of him?" Jared filled in the blanks. "His mother is a costume designer at MGM." "Brother AND the pool boy both gay?" Doc guessed. "How old is he?" "Thirteen going on twenty-one," Jared added. "Gettin' to be pretty good with a cock in his mouth, let me tell ya." "I think I saw him...he was sixty-nining with Jack," Doc recalled. "The kid's been suckin' his little brother for practice," Jared laughed sadly. "Li'l bro is only eleven." "Damn, movie parents...I've seen this a dozen times," Doc noted, angry with the parents, yet delighted with the fact he'd obtained quite a number of donors as a result of similar absentee parenting. "I can name three...no FOUR boys with similar stories," Jared acknowledged, stiffling a yawn. "Jared...do me a favor, keep an eye on this one...nothing real intrusive, just...you know, let me know what's happening with him," Doc requested. "Right...time for bed," Jared nearly let the phone slip from his hand he was so tired. "See ya tomorrow. Oh, by the way, can I have the day off?" "I suppose...you know, I have a pill for that," Doc joked. "Hey, fuck you," Jared said, hanging up. ----------------------- "Heeeyyy...Doc, they got bed's for this sort of thing," Jack shook Dr. Mathison's naked shoulder as he slumped over his desk, snoring. Dr. Mathison sat up with a start. "Go away," he told his sexual plaything, "I'm too tired. Damn, you got a HARD on?" "Yeah, happened as soon as I walked in and saw you," Jack joked. "Whatcha doin?" "Checking for residuals," Doc shook his head sleepily. "What the fuck time is it?" "Noon almost," Jack reported. "NOON?" Doc repeated in surprise. "I must have slept for more than an hour." "Looks like another hour or two wouldn't hurt," Jack told him, now wishing he'd not disturbed the man. "Right," Doc agreed. "Hope you're not expecting me to help you with your...problem there," Doc eyed the boy's cock. "No problem," Jack laughed. "I just found two boys who got lost in the shuffle...asleep in Susan's bathtub." "You send'em home?" Doc looked up in dismay. "Hell, no, I fucked the both of them till their eyeballs went dead," Jack told his employer. "I hope the hell you're kidding," Doc looked at him worriedly. "I am," Jack admitted. "I fed'em then had'em call their 'rents...they're gonna stay another night, both of them." "You're kidding?" Doc looked up from his work in disbelief. "Tell me you're kidding." "Nope...Freddie Franklin and Eddie Holmes," Jack brought names and faces to Doc's soggy mind. "Last I saw, they were in the spa jackin' around with each other." "And their parents are okay with this?" Doc asked in disbelief. "Apparently, I didn't hear much pleading when they called'em," Jack added. "They's been butt-buddies for several weeks now, I think." "Hey...listen," Doc suddenly had an idea. "Do me a favor, go get'em. Bring'em up here." "Naked?" Jack questioned. "Preferrably," Doc winked, now wide awake. "What'ya gonna do?" Jack asked inquisitively. "Milk'em," Doc smiled. "Hurry, I want'em before they go milkin' each OTHER." "Looks to me like you're already loaded down with samples," Jack observed from the organized clutter on Doc's lab table. "Most' of this is too old," Doc explained. "I need fresh cum." "What'd you mean, working on 'residuals'," Jack asked, his curiosity aroused. "I'm looking for remnants...residual drug presence in their semon," Doc explained impatiently. "Now go...get the fuck down there and get the boys up here, before they waste it all in the spa. I'll even let you do the honors." "Cool, be back in a second," Jack hastily retreated. He loved making skinny little naked boys shoot their cum and these two were the skinniest, cutest, sweetest, sexiest little fuckers he'd seen all night. Eddie Holmes especially, he'd been wanting to get his hands on all night. Little thirteen-year-old Eddie he'd been wanting to get his hands on all night. Neither Jack nor Doc needed to be concerned with their two lingering sex boys wasting their cum in the spa. Eddie was nearly asleep, soothed by the warm, swirling water, while twelve-year-old Freddie was, in fact not just asleep but in danger of sliding down under the waterline, either waking up or drowning. "Whaz'up," Eddie gazed up at Jack as he sat up straighter in the sunken tub. "You guys shoot any cum," Jack asked anxiously. "Stupid question," Freddie awoke. "I couldn't shoot a drop if my ass depended on it." "Cool. Doc wants to see you two in his lab," Jack ordered. "In his lab?" Eddie sighed tiredly. "Up the steps...in his lab?" "Clear over on the other side of the pool patio?" Freddie rubbed his eyes, yawning. "Totally out of the question," Eddie complained. "Tell him to come over here if he wants to see us." "Move it, dick-head...BOTH of you!" Jack put a little iron in his voice, enough to startled both boys out of their lethargy. "Come with me." "What's he want?" Eddie questioned. "Don't he know we're so fucked out we can hardly..." "Eddie Holmes, you get up and out of there or I'll tell both your mom and dad you sucked me off last night," Jack threatened. "I didn't suck you," Eddie objected as he nonetheless moved to extricate his naked little boy-body from the soothing comfort of the spa. "What the fuck difference does that make," Jack snarled. "Franklin, you too, move it..." "What's he want to see us for, we didn't do nothing," Freddie objected as jack threw him a towel with which to dry off. "He wants to milk ya," Jack informed them both as they finished drying their slender young adolescent physiques. "Milk us?" Freddie replied quizically. "Jack us the fuck off," Eddie told his sexual friend. "Don't you know NOTHING?" "I just donated two days ago...besides, I shot so much cum last night..." Freddie began. "Forward, MARCH!" Jack ordered even as the two boys questioned his words. "Something about residuals," Jack informed them. "We get residuals," Freddie suddenly revealed. "Dad use to be in a sitcom...wrote for sitcoms too," "I don't think that's the kind he means," Eddie guessed. "Don't ask questions, MOVE it...mustn't keep the good doctor waiting," Jack insisted as he herded the boys toward the lab stairs on the far side of the pool patio. "If he thinks he can get one more DROP from me, he's crazy," Eddie groused. "He can't but I can," Jack told them confidently. "They cum yet?" Doc asked the first thing as Jack and the boys came in. "I rather doubt it," Jack looked both boys up and down. They looked like something a cat had dragged in. "Okay, which one of ya wants to go first?" Doc asked, barely lifting his eyes from lab results he was going over. "I'll go first...home...my momma needs me," Freddie retreated. "You, wise ass, you're first," Doc told the beautiful, frightened little boy gruffly. Jack help me strap him in." "What ya gonna do to me," Freddie asked fearfully. "I'm not gonna do ANYTHING to you, but Jack, here, is going to give you one hell of an orgasm," Doc informed the boy. "That alright with you?" "Hmph...good luck with THAT," Freddie sneered as he felt himself being strapped into a reclining dental chair. "You...what's your name? Eddie? You sit there beside him, in case Jack's arm gets tired, Doc ordered. "He's gettin' hard," Jack reported a few seconds later has he began stroking Freddie's tiny two or three inches of circumsized boy-cock. "Do it to him. Let me know when he's ready to shoot," Doc instructed as he watched Jack begin to masturbate the sweet little twelve-year-old. "Feelin' anything?" Jack asked softly, now switching to a seductive voice. "Nope," Freddie reacted defiantly as he watched Jack's hand fondling his cock. "Come on, kid, we don't have all day," Doc told the boy impatiently. "Doc, please, he's only twelved years old forgodsake," Jack pleaded. "Okay, NOW I'm feeling something," Freddie gasp in surprise. "Good, relax, let me work my magic on this hot little boy-cock of yours, you'll be flyin' high before long," Jack promised. "Okay if I go back to sleep?" Freddie joked, not that he could have with what Jack was making him feel deep down in the pit of his loins. "Yeah, I'll wake you in time for your orgasm," Jack kidded the kid. "I doubt if I can shoot anything, after last night," Freddie sighed as he watched Jack masturbate him. "You will," Jack promised as he picked up the pace a little. "How's this feel?" "Better," Freddie admitted. "A little faster..." "Want me to do a few strokes? Eddie volunteered, now starting to enjoy watching his best friend writhe in sexual pleasure. "No," Jack said simply. "Just wait your turn." "I'm feeling it," Freddie gasped with a degree of urgency. "Gettin' ya there?" Jack questioned as he jacked the little boy's four-inch cock a bit faster. "Feels good," Freddie admitted. "Do it to me, man, jack me off, make me cum." "Just hang on, one batch of cum cummin' up," Jack smiled, watching carefully, eager to see if he could get "blood from a turnip." "He about ready?" Doc questioned as he prepared a small vial to catch the boy's ejaculation. "Not long," Jack guessed. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, that's feelin' good," Freddie moaned in growing sexual pleasure. "Do it, kid, so he can do me," Eddie urged. "Shoot it, shoot your cum, give him your cum. Cum on, dude, shoot your fuckin' cum, yeah, gettin' him close, man, I can tell." "You can tell?" Jack looked at Eddie and smiled knowingly. "I've jacked him off a thousand times," Eddie exaggerated only slightly. "When he starts smiling kind of weird like that and grittin' his teeth, he's close. "Ahahhahhhhh god, yes, yes, yes, keep doin' that, man, keep doin' that to me, keep jackin' me like that, ohhhh god, I'm gettin' close, sooooo close, ahgaoeirhoahe man soooo fuckin'...fuckin'...AHAHERGUANGNNNHHAHH CLOSE...AHGEIAIH FUCK, CUMMIN', CUMMIN', AIIAEIAEHAHEHHAHEHRHHHGHHHHAHH!!!" Little Freddie cried out as his slender little boy-body arched up from the couch despite the bindings on his wrist and ankles. "AIIAEERHHAHEHRH FUCK, JACK ME, JACK ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, KEEP MAKIN' ME...AHGHOAOEIRHAOEHRHHHAHEHE CUMMMM...AHGHEAOERHHH FUCK, I CAN'T BELIEVE I CAN...AHGHAOEIRAOEHRHH FUCK, SHOOT LIKE THAT...AIEIIAIERHHAHEHAH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, AHGOAIHROIAHOERHO YEAH, JACK, YOU'RE MAKIN' IT FEEL SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD!!!" "Gettin' all that, Doc?" Jack asked as he watch Doc Mathison expertly capture virtually every spurting drop from the boy's slender, ejaculatin boy-cock. "God, he's so young but...look at all this semon, fuuuuucckkkk...this is going to be interesting," Doc smiled as Freddie went from spurting to oozing, then seeping out his preteen sperm. "AOAEHAHEHHHEHHHH YEAHHHHHH...YEAHHHHHHH....YEAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhh fucccckkkk...man, that felt good, whooo," Freddie luxuriated in the lingering aftermath of his orgasm. "Dammmnnnnnnn...wowwwww..." "Okay, okay, do me, do me now," Eddie began releasing the chair restraints. "I'm older, I bet I can shoot TWICE that much!"