Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 03:57:43 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason Turns Ten Chapter 18

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 EIGHTEEN


"Ya wanna like...lay out on the beach and get some rays?" Jason suggested
as he joined Troy on the balcony looking out toward The Dolphin anchored
off shore. He patted his bare belly. "Ohhhhh fuck, I ate too much...one too
many sausages."

"Don't you...you know, have school today?" Troy asked, leaning on the
railing, his eyes unfocused, still looking straight out to sea.

"Jan's gonna be tied up with granddad and Mr. Erick...YOUR granddad all
day...some big deal goin' down.

"The boys' school," Troy nodded.

"You still bummed about your brother and..."

"I don't want to talk about it," Troy interrupted.

"Okay...suit yourself," Jason backed off, stretching his Speedo clad
ten-year-old boy-body out in one of the loungers.

"Heyyy, here you two are, I've been wondering what happened to you," Alex
Erickson came out, joining the two boys as he sat down on the lower part of
Jason's lounger. "What you two got planned for the day?"

Jason eyed Troy who didn't move. He said nothing.

"What's with him?" Troy's grandfather asked Jason.

Jason shrugged. "Ask him."

Alex Erickson stood up. He was wearing white slacks, a brightly colored
tropical shirt and loafers without socks. He joined Troy at the railing,
resting his arm lovingly around his grandson's slender shoulders. "Hey,
buddy, what is it?"

"Nothing," Troy murmurred.

"Hey, don't give me that shit, I know you better than that," Alex
insisted. "Come over here, sit down, let's talk about this...whatever THIS
might be," he nudged Troy toward the lounger next to Jason's. Alex sat back
down where he'd been before. "Okay, tell your granddad what it is...and
don't you dare say 'nothing' again."

"It's something...something I...I just gotta work out for myself," Troy
revealed, shaking his head, staring at the tiled floor of the concrete
balcony.

"Yes, well, I was sorta getting that impression," Alex told the
boy. "Something between you and...Jason...right?"

Jason nodded.

"You two seemed to be hitting it off. Tell me, what's wrong," Alex insisted
as his grandson remained mum. Not getting anywhere with Troy his gaze fell
to Jason as he drank in the young boys seductive, highly sexual beauty. He
smiled for a moment, then stopped as Jason turned out to be equally
non-communicative.

"It has nothing to do with Jason," Troy remarked, then stood up, fighting
back tears.  He hurried inside.

Startled by Troy's sudden departure, Jason quickly sat up, then stood to
follow Troy inside.

Alex put out his arm to restrain him. He shook his head. "Let him go. He
gets that way sometimes...takes after his mother...moody as hell."

"But..." Jason started to objects.

"Sit back down," Alex urged. "We need to talk."

"We do?" Jason reacted, nonetheless sitting back down next to the man he
hardly knew.

"You know what this is all about, don't you?" Alex insisted. "Well...don't
you?"

Jason nodded. "But...he's right, it's something he's gonna have to work out
on his own."

Alex shook his head.  "Not good enough. I've seen
his...moods...before. This goes beyond that. What gives?"

"I don't think I should say anything," Jason decided. "It's...none of my
business."

"BULLSHIT!" Alex startled Jason. "This has to do with sex, doesn't it?"

Jason jerked his head up in surprise. The man wasn't kidding when he said
he knew his grandson. Jason nodded.

"Damn..." Alex sighed. "Puberty is rough on boys...but then, you're too
young to know that," He smile once more at Jason. "It won't be long
though...another year or two...you'll start having feelings."

"I have them now," Jason revealed.

"Feelings for Troy?" Alex picked up on Jason's admission.

Once more Jason was surprised by Alex's spot-on intuition. He shrugged,
then found his voice. "I guess."

"You're gay?" Alex questioned.

Jason nodded.

"Let me guess, you came on to him and it scared the shit outta him? Am I
right?" Alex probed.

Jason laughed at the thought. "You couldn't be more wrong."

"Okay, what is it then?"

"Its far more serious than that," Jason hinted, his smile fading.

"He made you promise not to tell anyone?" Alex guessed again.

"Not really," Jason admitted. "It's just that...you want to talk about it,
he doesn't."

"Something happened out on the boat this morrning...he was okay before you
guys went back out," Alex recalled.

Jason realized he had been revealing too much, especially to a man as
insightful as Troy's grandfather. "I...I better go see if he's alright,"
Jason said, getting back up. This time Alex reached out, grabbing his
wrist, restraining him. Then, seeing the frightened look on Jason's face,
released him, realizing he'd gone too far with the boy.

"Okay...go...but...please...one more thing. Troy likes you. I can see it in
his face whenever the two of you are together," Alex confided. "Go...talk
to him. You know what 'tough love' is?"

"It's when you love someone enough to not take any bullshit?" Jason guessed
based only on the meaning of the two words.

Alex smiled, nodding, standing up. "Close enough. You know, you're a pretty
smart kid...sensitive too. Let me warn you, no thanks to his mother, Troy
is VERY uptight about sex."

"I noticed," Jason smiled up at the tall, muscular grandfather.

"Go slow...you seem to have...instincts..." Alex forced a smile. "And
charm...charisma..."

"Charisma?" Jason stopped, looking back at the man. "What's that?"

"It's probably better you don't know," Alex winked at him. "But let me tell
you little man, you're just OOOZing with it."

"Like...you think I'm...sexy?" Jason guessed.

Alex laughed out loud. "Hooooo yeah...its that and a LOT more."

"Really?" Jason laughed self-consciously.

"Hey...wait...you'd better...adjust some things down there, you're gettin'
a hardon and that pathetic little bit of lycra ain't gonna stand for much
more."


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"This is where we go to school," Jet proudly showed his new friend, Trey
around the house.

"Cool, never seen artwork quite like this on any classroom wall before,"
Trey gaped at the framed posters Jan had hung on the bare walls, each
featuring an all-but-butt-naked teenaged model grinning seductively at
them. "How do you keep your mind on math with all that?"

Jet laughed. "It ain't easy, let me tell ya."

"Damn, you even got a shower back there...the pictures get ya all hot and
horny so you go back and take a cold shower?" Trey joked, his hardy, horny
boy-cock already tenting out the front of his trunks.

Jet had noticed much earlier that Trey seemed to be about half hard half
the time. His amazing length of boyish genitalia seemingly the only thing
holding up his swim trunks. Jet had even noticed his mother staring at Trey
a time or two before breakfast. Now it seemed to be far more than HALF
hard. "Hot showers, made hotter still when we get to fullin' around after
gym."

"You guys got a fuckin' GYM here too?" Trey reacted in surprise.

"Sure, just across the way," Jet bounced off, leading the way. Inside, the
sun was starting to peak through, making the place somwhat humid,
accentuating the smell of chlorine.

"Hooooooo FUUUUCKKKK...not just a GYM but a pool...and spa...and
machines...and...whooooooooo man, lots of sexy mirrors too," Trey ooed and
ahhed for what seemed like an excessive amount of time as the two of them
wandered about barefooted on the damp, tile floor.

"Wanna swim?" Jet suggested.

"I thought you'd never ask," Trey grinned his naughtiest look. "Too bad I
brought my trunks, no excuse to...get...nekkid."

"You need an excuse?" Jet laughed as he skinned his Speedos down his skinny
little legs then dived in, rock hard cock and all.

A second later, Trey followed him, just as wet, just as naked, just as
hard. "Hoooo geeeees, it's really warm," he cried gleefully as his feet
found the tiled floor of the pool. He was in up to his chin.

"Yeah, in the summer it stays about...ohhhh...ninety," Jet smiled as the
two boys eyes locked together in a heated embrace. "You wanna...you
know...do stuff...do stuff together?"

"What kind of...'stuff'" Trey asked as he gripped Jet's neck with one hand,
pulling them together, kissing him while his other hand found Jet's surging
hard boy-cock underwater and started stroking it.

"That kind," Jet kissed the slightly older boy back, then began the ritual
of mutual masturbation.

"Maybe we better...get up on the side, before we BOTH fuckin' DROWN," Trey
suggested. "Damn, you're hot."

"I know," Jet giggled as the two parted long enough to make their way back
to the edge, then hop up on the tiled rim.

"What's 52 and 17?" Trey asked suddenly out of the blue.

"Uhh...seven plus two is nine, five plus...sixty-nine?" Jet completed the
little math problem in his head.

"Don't mind if I do," Trey accepted the invitation, swooping down on Jet's
turgid young boy-cock without another word.

"Hooooo fuck you don't....dammmmmnnnnnn....fuckin' mess around," Jet
shuddered in instant sexual pleasure as he felt what Trey's talented lips
were doing to his cock.

"And you're pretty good at math," Trey told him between sucking strokes.

"Ohhhhhhhhh FFFUUUUCCCCKKK, you suck good," Jet moaned as he watched Trey's
head bobbing up and down over his cock.

"I had a good teacher," Trey laughed, then went back to giving his naked
friend renewed spasms of sexual pleasure.

"Jesse?" Jet guessed, finding it hard to carry on a conversation with a
five or six inch hard cock in his mouth, heaving and thrusting at him like
crazy.

"Yeah, well, him too," Trey said between cocksucking strokes.

"Who else, Jet insisted upon knowing.

"Granddad," Trey admitted sheepishly. Then, belatedly, "Ya gotta promise
not to tell."

"Your...your fuckin' GRANDDAD sucks your cock?"

"Sure. Don't yours?" Trey reacted.

"Uhhhhh...no...though he might if I asked him sometime," Jet added
thoughtfully.

"You get sugged off pretty offen I bet."

"Me and Jason do it to each other sometimes," Jet confessed as he double
his efforts on Trey's wildly thrusting boy-cock.

"MmmmmMMMMmmoooohhhhhfuuuuugggggggg..." Trey moaned, despite Jet's four
inches pummeling his mouth.

"Ohhhh fuuugggg...sug it...hodddd...hoddah...ahghhahehhhfuggggg," Jet
gripped Trey's naked young boy-body tighter as the two devoured one
another's cock.

"Feeellllls guddddd...ahhahhaha fugggg....guddddddd....ahahhehhahehhghhhh,"
Trey gasped as he nearly choked on Jet's pound hard cock.

"Fuggin' geddin' me there," Jet mewed as the pleasure deep inside him grew
noticeably stronger by the second.

"Almose," Trey responded, kicking into high gear, sucking harder and faster
than before.

"Orgasm me," Jet cried softly.

"Do it, keeb doin' id lieg at...ahahhhahh...oahhhahh fug,...doit, cum wid
me, man, I'm...I'm...HAHHEIAEOOIRHAOEIHRIH FUGGGGGGG...FUGGG, AAHEHHAHHH
MAGEN ME...AHHEAHEOIROIHOIHOIH AAHHEHHEHH THE FEELIN'
AHGHEAOEIHOIHIHHAHHH," Trey pulled off, Jet's throbbing hard cock and
gripped it, jacking it mercilessly as Jet squirmed orgasmically in his
grip. "OhhahhahhhHHHHHH FUCK DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, FEEL IT, FEEL IT, MAN,
FEEL THE FEELING...AGHEAOEIHROIHOH GOD, MAKIN' ME
CUM...AHGHHAHEHHRHHAHHHEIII GOD, FEELS SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOD."

"DO IT MAN, DO IT, JACK ME, JACK ME, LIKE THAT, KEEP JACKIN' ME,
KEEP...AHGEOAIEHROIHO FUCK, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, AHGHOEIHOH
THE FEELING, MAN, DRIVIN' ME OUTTA MY FUCKIN'
MIIINNNNNDDDD....AHEOIHOEIHROEH FUCCCKKKKKKKK..." Jet cried out in the
throes of his horrendously powerful explosion of sexual
pleasure. "Ohhhhhah....fuccckkkk...AHHEAEIHH...UAERHHGHHH..." he grunted as
smaller, less intense, spasms of sexual pleasure coursed through his naked,
little boy-body, jarring him almost as much as the main
event. "Unagghh....ohhhh fuck that
was...unngghhh...felt...unnangnhhhh...damn, still feel-uaehhhahehhghg-ing
it."

"Yeah, me too. Sometimes, it goes on like that inside me for...several
minutes, UANNEGHHAHH FUCK...god, I love suckin' you off, mannnn you
really...no cum, but...damn, you're hot...soooooo HOTTTTTT!"

"Let's get back in...damn, I need to cool off," Trey suggested.

"Not in THERE, we won't...water's too warm," Jet objected.  "You like
showering with another boy?"

"MMMmmm...you gonna make me cum again like that," Trey hopped to his
feet. "Cool, but not...you know...TOO cool. Gotta keep my cock hard, never
know when someone'll wanna orgasm me again," Trey teased as the two boys
headed for the mirrored wall with it's overhead shower nozzles.

"Punch the second button," Jet instructed as immediately a luke-warm spray
pelted them from above, powerful enough to kind of sting.

"Hoooooo my god, ahghhehahehh fuck....perfect...damn...you guys got
everything here," Trey cried as he immediately threw his arms around Jet,
kissing him feverishly as the two boys rubbed their hardening, young
boy-cocks against one another, rotating, thrusting, humping, then rotating
again. "Hooooo man, you are one hot mutha..."

"No, my...mutha...is far hotter than I am." Jet insisted.


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Once Jason had escaped the clutches of Troy's grandfather, inside he could
find no trace of Troy. Eventually, peering out one of the floor-to-ceiling
glass walls which made up a considerable amount of the house's surface
area, Jason spotted troy a distance off, walking down the beach alone.
Grabbing up a blanket and an insulated canteen of cold water from the
mini-fridge behind the bar, Jason took off, sprinting toward the troubled
older boy. Overhead, the sun was hazy...not a good day for deepening his
tan but sufficient for getting a sunburn. He wished he'd brought some
sunblock, if not for himself then for Troy, who was several shades lighter
than he was.

"What took you so long," Troy glanced over his shoulder as Jason came up,
panting from his run.

"You knew I'd come running to follow you?" Jason reacted in surprise.

"You're trying to be my friend, right?" Troy eyed him as the two stopped
facing one another, inches apart in the sand.

"You're not makin' it easy," Jason chided him.

"Granddad put your through the third degree?" Troy guessed.

Jason smiled. "Not really...second degree maybe."

"What'd you tell him," Troy questioned, sounding more than a little like
his granddad.

"About half of what YOU told him," Jason exaggerated slightly as he spread
the blanket out on the nearly white sand.

"Not a good day for tanning," Troy noted, squinting up at the hazy sun then
back down at Jason lying out on the blanket.

"Shut up and get your ass down here," Jason turned on what he hoped was a
tough love routine.

"You gonna RAPE me?" Troy asked apprehensively as he sat down, a good two
feet from Jason. Jason suddenly realized Troy wasn't joking.  His fear was
real.

"I was rather hoping you'd rape ME?" Jason countered, rolling over on his
side, bending one knee, giving full exposure to the fact that his cock was
barely restrained by the taut fabric of his Speedos.

"What'd granddad say? He's pissed, right?" Troy questioned, lying on his
stomach, lest his own cock harden noticeably.

"Not really," Jason told him thoughtfully. "More worried, I think."

"Let him worry," Troy shrugged, rolling over onto his back, now a little
closer to where Jason lay.

Jason gazed down at Troy, undoubtedly the most beautiful boy of any age
he'd ever seen. He was tempted. He wanted more than anything to kiss
him. Yet he was afraid...no, he was SURE Troy would freak if he did. He'd
be scampering off toward the house in a half second. "You're a spoiled
little punk, you know that?" Jason reacted to Troy's uncaring words.

"Why you say that?" Troy stared back at Jason.

"You have a granddad who cares about you, who loves you very much, who...

"Tried to molest me..." Troy interrupted, tears in his eyes.

Jason was suddenly silent. This was not going well.

"He tried to kiss me...on the lips..." Troy went further.

Jason almost laughed but restrained himself. "As I said...he loves you..."

Suddenly Troy reached up, gripped Jason with his right arm and pulled him
down, their bodies touching, kissing him, long, hard, hot, and heavy
squarely on the lips for what seemed to Jason like several minutes, but was
probably less than a minute.

"Whew..." Jason broke free. "Why'd you do that?" he asked, their bare
chests still touching.

"I love you," Troy sobbed softly, no longer simply NEAR tears.

"You...?" Jason almost reacted in scorn and disbelief. No one had ever said
that to him before, not even his mother, or Des, or his dad.

"You DON'T love me, right?" Troy reacted to Jason's dismay.

Not knowing what to say, Jason simply plunged back down on Troy's lips,
pasting him with an even longer, more powerful kiss except that this time
Jason's hand slipped down over Troy's slender, trembling abdomen and groped
beneath the waistband of th older boy's shorts, lower and lower, finding no
resistence, no underwear, only Troy's rapidly hardening boy-cock, gripping
it, stroking it...

"STOPPPPPPP..." Troy twisted free from Jason's probing fingers.

Jason withdrew his hand, but only far enough to deftly unbutton Troy's
short, unzipping them, spreading the flaps, then once more finding the
boy's cock, his lips kissing Troy's face, chin, neck, heading south.

"NO!" Jason reacted, tightening his grip on Jason's roughly five inches of
hard, pulsating boy-cock. "You can love me all you like but not until I
MAKE love to you."