Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2016 04:01:02 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason Turns Ten Chapter 13

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. This story
picks up ten years after Jackin' Jack Cox with many of the characters from
that story reappearing as adults as well as several new juvenile
characters. The sexual encounters are primarily gay but in a few instances,
bisexual.

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. I
answer all e-mails.


JASON TURNS TEN


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


When Pete Davis woke up, the first thing he heard was the wind howling
outside. The first thing he felt was his naked little brother, clinging to
him, sucking his cock.  The first thing he did was suck down on Skete's
hard young boy-toy in return. Then he lifted his lips, whispering. "What if
dad comes home and catches us suckin' each other again?"

"He IS home," Skete told his brother then went back down on him again.

"HE IS!???" Pete gasped, suddenly no longer in the mood to trade orgasms
with his younger brother.

"Yeah, can't you hear him?" Skete once more lifted his head from his
brother's soaring hard cock, nodding toward the bedroom. "Sounds like
another Hurricane in there?"

Pete listened carefully, gradually discerning the difference between the
noise outside and that coming from the bedroom. It wasn't quite a second
hurricane but certainly a pretty strong tropical depression. Wordlessly, he
went back to work on Skete's cock, feeling his brother nakedly shudder and
thrust with every spasm of aching sexual pleasure his cocksucking lips were
giving him. Deep inside his on thin, naked loins the pleasure was slowly
building.

"You ready?" Skete asked between up and down strokes.

"Almost," Pete murmurred, Skete's cock still between his lips, sucking on
it voraciously, licking the head with his tongue, his own spasms of growing
pleasure now coming closer and closer together.

"Hurry, I'm gonna blow any second," Skete whispered back then launched into
a devastatingly rapid attack on his brother's five-inch pleasure probe.

"Gettin' me there," Pete gasped, slowing his own sucking pace, trying to
match his own orgasmic release with that of his hypersexual little brother.

"Damn, I'm close," Skete whispered, despite Pete's cock pistoning rapidly
between his lips as they face-fucked one another.

"Alll....moooooosttt...allll....allll...AHHAHHHAHHEHHGHHHAHHH..UHHHHHMMMMMMNN
UHHHHMMMMMAGHGHHHHHH," Pete ejaculated as Skete pulled off his cock and
began stroking him, watching him pumped out three good, hard, surging
blasts.

"hoooohhhoooHHHHHHOOOHHAHHAHHAHHHHH FUCCCCCKKKKKKK...FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK,
AHGHAHHEHHGH GOD, YES, YES, YES, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OAHHHAHHH GOD, MAN,
THAT...THAT FEELS SOO GOOD...AGHHAEOIAEHOHFUCK FUCK FUCK, MAKIN' ME CUM,
MAKIN' ME...FEEEL IT..FEEEL IT SOOO GOOD, SO HARD," Skete stifled his cries
of aching sexual pleasure. "OhahhhHHOOHHHHHH GOD, PETE, SUCK IT, SUCK IT,
SUCK ME, OFF, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME, OFF,AHGHEHAHH GOD, THAT FEELS..."

"You two enjoying yourselves?"

"HOOooooo SHIIIITTTTTT..." Pete cried out as his cock continued to seep
boy-cum and his lips leaked Skete's watery offering.

"DAD!" Skete suddenly jerked, staring up into his father's glaring face as
the man hovered over them like a towering lighthouse.

"You two queer fuckers, I would have thought...after last night you'd...I
guess you just brought it home again," Drew Davis decided, his voice not
booming, but quite even and emotionless.

"Dad...we...I mean...Skete..."

"Don't go blaming your little brother, I'm sure YOU were the one who..."
Drew stared down at the two completely naked young boys, their cocks still
hard, still seeping boy-juice, despite his towering, intimidating presence.

"We love each other," Skete blurted.

"You...LOVE...? Drew repeated in startled dismay, his young son's words
taking the wind from his sails.

"Each other," Pete finished his father's exclamation.

Their father was silent.  The wind outside the only sound, the boys frozen
in fear, no idea what might come next.

"Right..." Drew Davis sighed, collapsing into the empty relcliner next to
where his beautiful, naked young sons lay cowering before him on the floor.

"We can't help it. We..." Skete tried to continued but choked on his own
words, looking first at his brother, then up into his father's eyes, trying
to read his face if not his mind.

"Love each other..." Pete simply repeated again what appeared to have been
the magic words that had diffused their father's anger.

"And what about...the others?" Drew took a deep breath, totally out of his
element as he struggled to feel what his young sons were feeling.

"We love them too," Pete told his father quite simply.  He sat up, pulling
the blanket he and Skete had shared around him, covering his nakedness.

"Fuckin QUEERS...the whole..." Drew's words trailed off, realizing that he
was rejecting the two sons he loved more than life itself; the two boys he
had, in fact, risked his life to find just the night before.

"We can't help how we feel," Skete said softly, trying desperately not to
cry.

"And you can't help...SUCKIN' EACH OTHER'S FUCKIN' COCKS EITHER, RIGHT,"
Drew's tone grew more coarse.

"It's...it's how we feel..." Pete tried to reason it out as much for his
own sake as his father's. "When I see the Skete...Jason...  Jet...the
others, I just want to...to..."

"To WHAT? SUCK'EM DRY?" Drew boomed.

"Love them," Pete countered softly. "Is that so bad?"

"I get hard...I...I want to...you know, to..." Skete struggled.

"NO, Skete, I DON'T know. Why don't you explain it to me?" Drew said
sarcastically.

"We want to...GIVE love...give THEM love...to...give them the same feelings
we're feeling..." Pete came to his brother's rescue.

"By suckin' their cocks, fuckin' their asses, eatin' their..." Drew felt
his stomach convulse as he fought back the urge to vomit.

"What you gonna do, kick us OUT?" Skete asked fearfully, suddenly realizing
they'd boxed their father into a corner.

"You're grounded...both of you...you can't leave the house, you can't..."
Drew reacted reflexively.

"What about school?" Pete asked softly, calling his father's blustering
bluff.

Drew was silent, holding his head in his hands, gripping his scalp with his
powerful fingers, as if he might next tear out his own hair.

"You gonna make us live in...in that cave...eat raw fish...probably DROWN
the next time there's a high tide," Skete overdramatized a bit.

"No," Drew uttered a one sylable reply, his frustration deepening.

Pete tried not to smile, knowing that doing so would simply set their
father off again.

"But...NO MORE SEX..." Drew decreed. "Here, there, anywhere."

"NO." Pete spoke his own one-word response.

"NO?" Drew's voice rose in disbelief at his older son's insolence. He felt
light backhanding the boy across the face.

"What ya gonna do, beat the fuckin' shit outta us if we suck each other
again?" Pete shot back, reading his father's reaction perfectly.  He'd seen
and felt it before. Suddenly he threw the blanket asside and gripped his
naked brother's slender pelvis and sucked down on Skete's flacid cock. "Go
ahead, I'm being queer, have at it..." he taunted his father bravely,
perhaps foolishly.

Drew suddenly stood, gripping Pete around the waist, pulling the two boys
apart. "STOP THAT!!!" He bellowed, raising his hand as if to smash it
across Pete's still moist face.

Skete suddenly jumped up, throwing himself bodily between the two, prying
them apart. "DAD STOP!" Then, following his brother's cue, smashed his lips
against Pete's, kissing him feverishly, making love to him right before
their dad's popping eyes.

Stunned, Drew Davis suddenly began wretching, struggling to remain upright,
he rushed off, leaving a trail of vomit in his path to the kitchen
sink. Had he eaten anything in the past twelve hours, it would have been
sickening. As it was, what came up was mostly clear liquid.

"Dad...you...you gonna be okay?" Pete asked softly resting his slender arm
around his father's shoulders as he stood hunched over the sink, trying to
puke.

Drew Davis lifted his head, surveying his still-naked son with
distaste. "Go...put some clothes on...BOTH of you," then he wretched again.

"We better get dressed," Pete told his brother in returning to the living
room. They headed together up the steps to their attic bedroom.

"Dad gonna be alright?" Skete asked as he pulled on a pair of jeans,
skipping underwear as he'd been in the habit of doing recently.

Pete shrugged. "Probably not," he murmurred, speaking in a general
sense. He skipped his shirt and donned a pair of sweatpants, taking his cue
from Skete, skipping his usual bikini cut briefs. He watched as Skete
pulled on a T-shirt.

When the boys got back downstairs, hoping for breakfast, they found their
father, recovered somewhat, once more sitting forward on the edge of his
reliner. "Sit down," he told them quietly but firmly.

"You want us to fix breakfast?" Pete asked, more than a little hungry.

"Ulp..." Drew choked back another urge to vomit. "No," he said softly, not
trusting either his voice or his stomach.

The boys sat down, looking first at one another, then their dad, trying to
guess what to expect next.

"I love you," Drew said after a very long moment of silence, then stopped,
as if frightened to proceed.

"We love you too," Skete said finally, shifting nervously on the couch next
to Pete.

Drew nodded. Staring down at the at his hands, then down the the floor, he
silently mouthed the words, "I know."

"Dad..." Pete began.

"Don't..." Drew stopped him. "Don't talk...listen." he said softly. Once
more there was a long pause. "You...you sure about...this...?" You two sure
you're...gay?" he finally said the word.

"Yes," both boys said at nearly the same moment. Pete had the urge to kiss
his brother as if to prove it but then thought better of it.

Drew nodded silently. "Fine." he said finally. "I...I don't like it but...I
can...I can live with it."

Pete started to speak but his father held up his hand as if to stop
him. "I...I can live with it...but..."

"But what?" Pete said, leary of the word.

"But what?" Drew's voice grew harder. "But...don't rub it in my
face...what...what you to do...up there...stays up there."

Pete looked at Skete, who restrained a slight smile. "We can live with
that," he repeated his father's words, drawing a truce in a manner of
speaking.

"Keep your clothes on, keep your dicks in your pants, keep your hands to
yourselves...at least...please...whenever I'm around," Drew gave the boys
his terms for accepting their sexual feelings for one another. "I won't go
up...up there. I...I gotta tell you the truth, boys, this is the hardest
thing I've ever had to do."

For a moment both boys thought their father was going to break down and
cry. He didn't, but his voice cracked, rising half an octave from the
strain. "I don't know if I can...can take it. I HATE what you're...what you
do...what you're doing but...I...I love you." He stood up suddenly,
fighting the urge to flee to the bedroom where he could let go.

Seeing their father's pain, the two boys, rushed to him, hugging him, near
tears themselves.

"Sooo much....soooo much," Drew trembled as the three of them embraced.

"We love you too, Dad." Pete repeated his earlier words.

"You two...go...get something to eat," Drew released them, nodding toward
the kitchen. "I'm...I guess I'm not very hungry," he added as he padded off
sadly toward the bedroom. "I...I need to lie down."

--------------------------------

"I see you guys made it home," Susan Cox observed wearily as she pulled her
terry robe tight around her slender, naked waist, observing the cold cereal
Jan, Reed, Des, and the boys were having for breakfast. "I was going to fix
you something..."

"You look like you fixed YOURSELF something...last night," Des observed his
sister's dishevled appearance.

"Several somethings," Susan smiled crookedly, her head still aching, her
movements more than a little unsteady.

"There's some Fruit Loops left...milk in the fridge," Jason suggested. He
hadn't seen his mother this hung over in a long time.

Susan shook her head, then took the cereal box, plunging her hand into it,
coming up with a handful of the colorful Os. She crammed them into her
mouth, dropping several to the floor. She looked down at the mess she'd
made. "We need a dog," she noted, then turned leaving, heading for a hot
shower.

"What the fuck happened to her?" Des shook his head in amusement as he ate.

"Reality?" Jan suggested in the form of a question.

"Whadya mean?" Jason questioned, his mouth full of cereal, milk dripping
from one corner.

"I could explain it but..." Jan pondered his words. "But not to...you," he
added.

"No need," Des smiled. "I think I know."

"She pissed off or something?" Jason asked. "You make her mad?" His
mother's uneven disposition he'd seen before...all too often.

Jan smiled, warily. "Something like that."

"'Bout what?" Jet wanted to know, drinking the remaining milk from his
cereal bowl, then wiping his milk moustache on his bare arm.

"You two," Jan hinted, skipping the real reason. "Okay, we're finished, Des
can...do the dishes, the rest of you...time to hit the books."

"You're kidding? School?! What about Pete and Skete? Don't we get a...a
HURRICANE day or something." Jet objected. "It might be dangerous for them
to walk over here?"

"Dangerous?" Jan laughed. "After last night, you think a trip across the
beach would be...?"

"Maybe a wave could come in and get'em, wash'em out to sea...and...a shark
might get'em and...and..." Jet presented his worst case scenario.

"Des, you wanna do me a favor, see if the phone still works, then call up
the Davis residence and tell the boys to get their cute little horny asses
over here....NOW?"

"And...if their father answers?" Des teassed.

"Politely ask how his beloved young sons are doing and if they're up to a
little educational input...no...he might take that the wrong way...hell,
you know him better than I do. YOU decide," Jan sighed as he moved the boys
along toward the front door, toward their school room below.

"And if he'd like to arrange a little parent-teacher conference?" Tease
tried to ask dryly but failed.

Jan heard him but didn't answer, pretending to be out of earshot.

"It's gonna be weird, going to school...after last night...after having an
orgy with the teacher." Jason suggested.

"I'll try not to picture you naked," Jan laughed, hugging the sweetly
beautiful young boy. "You do the same."

"You kidding? Hell, I'm gettin' hard again already, just thinkin' about
it," Jason confided.

"Think about something else. Think about...fucking your mother," Jan joked
as he and the boys entered the darkened classroom, the wind outside having
died down a little more, but still rattling the windows. "...always works
for me."

"Oooooo...gross," Jason reacted. Then, after a moment, "works for me, too."

------------------------------

"What the fuck's eatin' YOU?" Des asked as his sister stepped from the
shower, drying herself off, enjoying the overtly sexual gaze of her younger
brother.

"What are you talking about?" Susan tried to play dumb.

"Hey, don't bullshit me, Sister Susie, I know when you run off the rails,
and right now you look like a trainwreck." Des shifted his hardening cock
behind the towel wrapped around his slender waist as he, himself, was about
to shower.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," Susan eyed him sarcastically.

"Let me guess, you tried to fuck Jan...Jan or Reed one or the other and
they told you 'thanks, but no thanks'. Right?" Des put two and two
togeter. "Probably Jan.  Right?"

Susan was silent.  Des wasn't exactly making her feel better.

"Tell me. Am I right? Or at least close?" Des insisted as he hung up his
towel and stepped into the shower the size of most whole bathrooms. He
adjusted the water, his cock jutting up now fully hard, rigidly pushing
seven inches or more.

"Your...butt-buddy reminded me how gay he was," Susan told him as she
stared at his slender, nineteen-year-old, naked body while he withstood the
incredible stinging sensation Jack had rigged up in the shower they shared
(sometimes quite literally).

"Hooooooooo....so the horny bitch that's never been turned down for sex in
her whole life suddenly, suddenly comes to realize how the rest of the
world lives, huh?" Des asked as he soaped up his nakedness completely,
paying special attention to his up-jutting young cock.

"You wanna fuck me?" Susan suddenly asked bluntly, no longer in the mood
for small talk.

"Get your horny ass back in here," Des agreed, though fucking his sister
was well down he list of things he really wanted to do at the moment.

"I just got dried off," Susan reminded him. Instead she sprawled out on her
back on Des' unmade bed. Her legs separated in an inviting "V."  "I'm ready
when you are."

"Nothing like sex on the rebound...excuse me...INCEST on the rebound," Des
laughed turning off the shower spray. He still wished he could fuck her in
the shower. There had been a time, when they were kids, he could have
fucked her on the kitchen stove...with the burners on HOT, HOT, HOT..."
Inasmuch as she had rejected a showerfuck, Des ambled around the corner
from the shower, not bothering to dry off, in fact, a soapy lather still
clinging to some part of his powerful naked body.  He confronted his horny
sister as she lay naked, her legs drawn, her loins splayed widely.

"Suck it," Des told his sister as they confronted one another, Des's knees
touching the edge of his bed interrupting her fingering of her clit.

For a long moment, they simply stared back and forth at one another, both
growing hornier by the second. Reluctantly, Susan Cox roused herself and
crawled toward her kid-brother's towering, inviting, magnificent man-cock,
thirsty for a taste, but mostly hoping to wet him down good then draw him
into her. "Say please," she bargained, her lips just inches now from his
purplish, hard, cockhead. At least it wasn't soapy as was most of the rest
of him.

Des could feel her breath. "You suck, I fuck," Des told her, then suddenly
felt her swallow his sexual appendage, dropping down lower and lower over
it, all but taking every inch.

"Hooooooo shiiiiiitttt...AHAHIEIIAHHHHAHH HAEHHHEHRHHGHGHHG...DAMN, I'M
FUCKIN' CUMMIN'" Des suddenly cried out as he gushed uncontrolably down
Susans gulping throat. Even after having been sucked off to hell and back
by Reed earlier that morning in the midst of a raging storm, what he was
feeling now left his startled, angry, and desperate for the aching sexual
pleasure only his sister could give his cock.

"BASTARD!" Susan cried out angrily as she suddenly gripped his slender
pelvis with both hands and dragged him down on top of her, feeling him
enter her, sliding effortlessly in to the hilt as their pelvic bones
crashed together. She felt Des's premature orgasmic ejaculation continuing
unabated, filling her, starting to gush out. "FUCK ME...NOW FUCK ME, YOU
DAMNED FUCKIN' BASTARD...HARD...HARD...HARDER...HARDER, DEEPER, FUCKER,
DEEPER...HARDER, FASTER...FASTER...POUND MY CUNT, FUCKER, MAKE ME CUM, YOU
HOT, HORNY FUCKIN' BASTARD, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME
CUMMMM....KEEP FUCKIN' ME, DON'T YOU DARE STOP...OR EVEN SLOW DOWN, AND
ESPECIALLY DON'T YOU DARE GO SOFT ON ME NOW...NOW...  NOW...AHHAHEHRHHH
YESSSS...NOW...NOW...AHHGEAIEORIHHOIOIH FUCKIN' CUMMIN', AHGOEAHEOIRH GOD,
DES, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP FUCKIN' ME, YOU'RE GIVIN' ME ONE HELL OF A
FUCKIN'...OOOOOOOORRRRRGGGGAAAASSSSSMMMMMMMMMM...AHGEOAOOEIHROEIH
FUUUUUCCCCKKKK...AAHEHAIIEIRHEOIHAOIHO!!" Susan screamed out her
ear-splitting trademark orgasmic cry of pleasure as she reached the
pinnacle of her heaving, thrusting, staggering sexual climax
point. "oHHHHooooooOHHHAHHHEHHH GOD, DES, DES, DES, YOU KNOW HOW
TO...AHGHEOAIEHROIHO DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME, AHGEOIAHEORH FUCK, EVEN
BETTER THAN JACK, MAN, AHGEOAIEHOIHOIH FUCK YES, FUCK YES,
AHHEHAHEIIEIAEHHHHHEIAIHHHAHIIEIHHHH!!!"

"DAMMIT SIS, WILL YOU STOP DOIN' THAT...YOU'LL HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKIN' HOUSE
UP HERE CHEERIN' US ON IF YOU DON'T..."

"aAIIiiiiiiaiiiiIIIIIIIEIIAIEIIEIAIEIEEEEEIOAOIEHHAHHEIIEIEGHHHHHHHHHHHH...!"
Susan screamed out another blast of sound and fury as a second wave of
orgasmic pleasure suddenly welled up and drowned her completely.

"DAMMIT, BITCH, I MEAN IT, SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL FUCKIN' PULL THE FUCK
OUT...I SWEAR, LEAVE YOU TO YOUR FUCKIN' VIBRATING DILDOS..." Des
threatened, though he was, in fact, enjoying one hell of an extended orgasm
himself.

"AHHHEIAEIIIHHEHHAEIIIIAIIIIEIEIAHHHAIEOOIHOIH FUCK FUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK," Susan cried out once more, gripping,
heaving up against his hard, throbbing, pulsating cock, enjoying it's
hardness, it's repeated passes over her hypersensitive clit, his
bone-jarring deep thrusts. "HAHHHHEHHAEHHRHHHHHH DES,DES,DES, DO IT, DO IT,
KEEP DOIN' IT TO TO ME, KEEP...KEEEP...NO...NO... NO DON'T....DON'T LEAVE
ME, DON'T...OOAHEHHAHEHRHH GOD, YOU FUCKIN' MERCILESS BASTARD, RIGHT IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE BEST ORGASM I'VE HAD ALL...WEEK...NO, NO, NO!!!"

"Don't worry sis, the way you're carrying on, you'll have both Jason, and
Jet...probably Reed too, up her, bareasseed naked, hard and throbbing,
standing in line, to pound their horny little boy-cocks into your cunt any
second now," he told her as he stalked off toward his spa, too exhausted to
carry on, and too stressed out to put up with her worst sexual habit. He
hated that sound.