Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 06:59:20 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason Turns Ten - Chapter Two

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 TWO


Jason Cox was startled upon returning to his bed dowstairs on the main
level of the house.  There, covered only by a sheet, was a lump he assumed
had to be his little brother, Jet. "What the fuck you doin' over here?"

"Where you been?  I heard something.  It scared me.  I came over here to be
with you and...you were gone." Jet told him in soft, frightened little
bursts, his fear easing as Jason slipped naked beneath the sheet next to
him.

"It sounded like mom...screaming. She have a bad dream?" Jet whispered as
he lay on his side clinging nakedly to his older brother for comfort.

"I heard it to," Jason told him as he lay on his back staring up at the
ceiling, feeling his little brother's three-inch cocklet hardening against
his hip. His own was starting to rise too. "I went up to check...see what
was...  Hey! How come you're humping my hip?" Jason reacted in surprise to
Jet's instinctive sexual movements beside him.

"Cause it feels good," Jet confessed innocently. "What was mom screaming
about, was dad fuckin' her or something?"

"Fuckin' her?" Jason repeated his brother's words, startled by his innocent
little brother's insight. Maybe he wasn't quite as innocent as he'd though.

"She havin' an orgasm?" Jet asked as he continued rubbing his cock against
Jason's thigh.

"Orgasm? What the hell do you know about orgasms?" Jason had to ask,
realizing for the first time that maybe his brother knew more about sex
than HE did.

"When people have sex, they have orgasms," Jet told him. "Skeet says it
feels good and that's why people fuck and that's why they make
babies...cause it FEELS good."

"Skeet told you all that?" Jason reacted in surprise.

"Skeet's eleven now. He knows all about sex and orgasms and stuff, cause
Pete told him all about it." Jet revealed.

"And Pete's thirteen so, of course, he knows all about it and he's fucked
and sucked and had lots and lots of orgasms, right?" Jason reacted
sarcastically.

"I don't think so," Jet said honestly. "I think him and Skeet play with
each other's cocks sometimes, though."

"Why you say that?" Jason wanted to know.

"Skeet says white stuff squirts outta Pete's cock sometimes," Jet went
on. "That means Pete can shoot sperm and he's old enough to have orgasms,
right?"

"I suppose...will you STOP that, you're gettin' me hard," Jason pushed his
little brother aside.

"You love it," Jet laughed, suddenly whipping the sheet down from both
their naked boy-bodies, revealing Jason's five-inch erection. He rolled
back and humped his cock still harder against Jason's naked hip and thigh
while at the same time grabbing his brother's hard, throbbing cock and
stroking it a time or two.

"You horny little fuck," Jason cried in surprise; then to Jet's surprise,
suddenly pulled his slender, little boy-body over on top of his own, their
cocks meshing side by side as Jason did a little humping himself.

"Whoooooooo, man, you're callin' MEEE horny?" Jet reacted laughing, then
matching his older brother stroke for stroke. "This is almost like fuckin',
right?"

"I wouldn't know about that," Jason insisted innocently. He was, in fact,
literally telling the truth, just not the WHOLE truth, recalling his dad's
orders not to tell Jet about what had happened upstairs that night.

"Skeet's right, it does feel good," Jet giggled. "We gonna have orgasms
together?"

"If you don't stop fuckin' me like...ahhahhehhahheh fuck...like that,"
Jason gasped as several sudden spasms of sexual pleasure coursed throuh his
heaving, thrusting, naked groin. "Aahhhahhahh fuck, Jet we...we
better...stop...we better..."

"No...don't stop...feels too good...feels too good to stop," Jet objected
as he felt a strange, inexplicable pleasure growning stronger and stronger
in his thin, naked loins. "I think I'm gonna have one of them orgasm
thingies."

"Ohhhhhhh god, Jet, I'm feeling it too," Jason cried suddenly he he held
Jet's head in both hands and kissed his little brother hard on the lips.

"Hey! What'd you do THAT for?" Jet reacted in surprise and distaste.

"It's what people do when they have sex," Jason told him. "They kiss a
lot."

"We're having SEX?" Jet reacted.  The thought had never once occurred to
him.

"I think so," Jason almost laughed at his little brother's sweet
innocense. "OHhhhhhh fuck, keep doin' that, keep doin' that thing...rubbin'
your cock against...ahhhaeiiaierhhhghh mine...ahghhhahehhhh fuck, feelin'
good..."

"You gonna shoot that white stuff like Pete?" Jet asked as he instinctively
increased his fucking movement to a very nearly rabbit-like
pace. "Ahahhahhh god, feeling better and better and better. You still wanna
stop?"

"NO!" Jason cried out, then a second later, "aarAHHIIEAHHHEHHHEHHHGHHHHHH
FUCCCCKKKKK...AHGHEAIERHOIHOIH FUCK, CUMMING, AGHHEHAHEHIIIAH FEELING IT,
CUMMMING, CUMMMING, AHGHHEHAHEHH GOD, JET, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKIN'
MY COCK LIKE THAT KEEP MAKIN' ME CUM...AHGHEHAHEHHHH FUCK, FUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

"DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, I'M HAVING AN ORGASM...AHHAHHHAHAHHH, SKEET WAS
RIGHT, IT...AHGHHHHAHHEHH FUCK, FEELS...FEELS...  OHHHHMIIIIGODDDD...SOOO
WEIRD, SO AWESOME, SO...OAHHHAHHH FUCK...I'M FEELING IT...I'M FEELING IT
REALLY GOOD, REALLY HARD, AHGHEHHAEHHH FUCK, JASON, KEEP DOIN' IT, KEEP
MAKIN' US ORGASM TOGETHER....AHGEHAHAEHHRHH FUCK, I LOVE TO ORGASM WITH
YOU, JASON, AHGHEHHAEHOAEIHHHHAHHH..." Jet suddenly unleashed a barrage of
kisses all over Jason's neck lips, nose, and face.

"Damn, man, you're slobbering all over me, stop it," Jason reacted in
disgust. "Thought you didn't like kissing."

"MAKES ME...AHGHEAHEHRIOHOIH CUM HARDER...MAKES IT FEEL BETTER AND
BETTER. KISS ME, JASON, KISS ME, KEEP KISSIN' ME, KEEP MAKIN' US CUM AND
CUM AND CUMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm," Jet gasped as he felt his virginal sexual
pleasure begin to ebb gently.  "Its...it's goin' away..." He sobbed softly
against Jason's lips.

"You thought it would last forever?" Jason last.

"Skeet said young guys like us could fuck for hours and not get tired," Jet
sighed remorsefully.

"You tired?" Jason teased.

"A little," Jet admitted. "No...not really, let's do that again."

"You see, Skeet was right," Jason pointed out. "You CAN do it for hours and
not get tired, but your cock does.  Look at yours now."

"Looks like a dead worm," Jet laughed. Then seeing his brother's, "Yours
too...a dead snake maybe."

"AIAIEHAERIIAOEHHEHIIEAHEHIAOHGHGHAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Both boys jolted as
the once more heard their mother's cry of orgasmic ecstasy.

"He did it to her again," Jason sighed, laughing. "If they don't stop
fuckin' each other like that we're gonna end up with a baby brother one of
these days," Jason joked.

"Or sister?" Jet added, once more hugging Jason. "I love you, Jason," he
said, kissing him again, long and hard on the lips.

"Go to bed Jetson, I don't think I can cum again tonight," Jason pleaded,
realizing what his little brother was up to.

"I can," Jet boasted proudly.

"Then you just trot back to your own bed and jack the hell outta that horny
little cock of yours," Jason all but kicked him out of bed. "Just scream
your fuckin' head off when you cum. Let mom and dad know WE'RE havin'
orgasms down here, too."

"How do you do that?" Jet asked naively. What he and Jason had done a
moment ago had been totally instinctive. The mechanics of "jacking the hell
outta his horny little cock" was quite beyond him.

"You dumbass, just wrap your fist around that thing and...try spittin' on
it first...then start strokin' it," Jason told him. "You'll know what to
do."

"And that'll make me orgasm again?" Jet reacted in surprise and no small
amount of glee. Really?"

"Really," Jason replied, rolling over on his side away from his horny
little brother. He pulled the sheet over his naked body, trying to go back
to sleep.

"Gee, that's all there is to it," Jet muttered to himself as he returned to
his bed and flopped down naked, spread-eagle on his back and began to test
his newfound sexual toy.

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"Where you goin'?" Susan Cox asked as she felt her husband pull his nearly
eight-inch cock from her clinging cunt.

"Downstairs...to check on the boys. I think I heard something down there,"
Jack told her as he wiped his dripping cock on the bedsheet. "You probably
woke'em up when you..."

"Jack, forgodsake, I...I can't help...when you..." Susan began.

"And half the deceased population on the island," Jack continued, heading
for the balcony railing, peering over it, expecting to see both the boys
playing naked fun and games down below. He didn't. Somewhat relieved, he
headed for the stairs.

"Sounds like she enjoyed THAT one," Des remarked as Jack passed his
brother-in-law's sleeping area at the opposite end of the giant loft.

"Right," Jack acknowledged. "Your turn now, she's still hot to trot."

"I'll pass," Des told him. "She keeps insisting on condoms all the time."

"Sorry, that's my idea," Jack admitted. "What we DON'T need around here
right now is some inbred little idiot bastard running around the place,
crying fuck me, someone, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

"I...I see your point," Des admitted aloud long after Jack was out of
earshot. They'd been lucky over the years. He and his sister had
incestuously blended their sexual juices so often he was amazed he'd never
impregnated her sometime along the way.

It was dark downstairs. Jack stepped carefully, the boys weren't the
neatest creatures on earth when it came to keeping their "stuff" picked up
and sleeping area straightened. Legos under bare feet a time or two had
made him cry out louder than his wife when he fucked her. Jason appeared to
be asleep. But when Jack moved closer to Jet's bed, he was startled to see
the naked little body of his nine-year-old son sprawled out on his back,
legs widespread, stroking his three-inch cocklet like there was no
tomorrow. He had to smile at himself. The sight was one of the most
obscenely beautiful he'd ever witnessed. Seeing the little guy pleasuring
himself, coupled with the warm, fatherly love he felt for his younger son,
was almost more than he could stand. A dim, bluish nightlight, and a full
moon invading through the balcony sliders, gave the young boy's exquisitely
seductive little prepubescent body such a glow of wonderous beauty, he
could not tear his eyes from the scene.

"Ohhhhhhh fuccckkkkkk..." Jet gasped softly, startling his father for a
moment, causing him to think he'd been seen spying on the boy.

Then Jack realized the boy was merely feeling the aching sexual pleasure
rising within his thin, naked loins. He crept a bit closer.

"Aahhahhhhh feels gooooood," Jet murmurred softly to himself as he jacked
his cock harder and harder, feeling the newfound pleasure of the night once
more rising within his trembling groin.

Jack knew instinctively the boy was nearing a point of no return. He's
jacked off too many boys in his young life to not recognize the symptoms of
aching sexual pleasure his nine-year-old son was enjoying.

"Uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhhhhhh...ahhahhahhhhh fuck, I'M
GONNA...CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Jack heard Jet suddenly cry out. Instinctively he
wanted to hush the boy but he was too far away to do so quietly, and
startling the boy in the middle of what appeared to be a rather
excruciating dry cum would be even worse.

Jack looked down, seeing his own hard monster cock soaring up excitedly
from his slender, powerful naked loins. He reached for it, stroking himself
a few times, then suddenly felt his fourth or fifth orgasm of the night
nearly strangle him with titanic bursts of sexual pleasure. Cum shot from
his cock landing nearly three feet away. He struggled to endure his
powerful ejaculating spurts silently. He counted four. He usually shot six
or eight. It had been a long night. He backed off quietly, heading back
across the dining area to the living room (there were few walls in their
minimalist abode) to the lighted, "floating" stairs. He hoped his wife and
drifted off to sleep. He dreaded thought of having to service her sexually
yet another time that night.

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"Where's your brother?" Jack asked as Jason sort of half stumbled and half
staggered into the kitchen the next morning.  He wore a towel tide around
his naked waist from having just showered. Jack, clad in his white, terry
robe, had fixed a stack of pancakes kept warm in a shafing dish.

"He's still in bed. He didn't sleep very well last night," Jason excused
his brother's absense. It was allmost nine a.m. "Where's mom?"

"She's still upstairs," Jack looked toward the living room stairs, half
expecting to see her coming down, awakened by the smell of
breakfast. "She...uhhh...didn't sleep well last night either."

"How many times did you two fuck?" Jason asked offhandedly.

"How many...Jason...forgodsakes, you don't ask such personal
questions. That's between a man and his wife," Jack admonished the
boy. Then, after a moment, "FOUR."

"God, dad, you're such a stud," Jason teased his father.  "And look, you
got a hardon again already," Jason noted as he saw the circumcised head of
his father's cock poking out between the folds of the robe.

"Really...you think SOOOO," Jack laughed as he suddenly reach out and
whipped the towel from around his son's slender, naked hips. "Looks like
you're something of a stud yourself." Jason was every bit as hard as his
father.

"You wanna suck it?" Jason asked thrusting forward his nake pelvis and
hard, throbbing, boy-cock obscenely.

"SUCK IT!" Jack cried in surprise. "Listen my horny little stud-muffin, I
jacked you off...once...in the heat of passion. Where do you get the idea
I'm gonna keep providing you orgasms on demand 24-7?"

"Uhhhhhh...you made the first move, not me," Jason smiled as he nakedly
hugged his father, reaching up, pulling Jack's head down and kissing him
with surprising passion and force.

"My god, Jason, we haven't even had breakfast...and what if your mother
walked in...or worse, Jet?" Jack worried as he nonetheless pressed his
surging hard cock into the boy's tight, slim abdomen. "God, you got me so
horny..."

"Suck me, fucker, you know you want to," Jason insisted as he slipped his
father's robe from his shoulders, leaving them both naked, heaving and
humping their rigidly hard cocks at each other.

Suddenly to Jason's squealing delight, his father lifted him by the hips
and stood him on a kitchen chair then completely swallowed his son's
cock. "HOoooooooOOOO MY GOD...Ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk!" Jason cried out in
surprise. His dad was at least as good at sucking his cock as his Uncle Des
had been the night before. Instantly he began to face-fuck his dad with
amazing sexual gusto. "Ohhhhhhh god, dad, suck that fucker!"

"Mmmmmmm..." Jack hummed, his son's rigid boy-cock pistoning halfway down
his throat. "Better'n breakfast," He managed between thrusts.

"Ohhhhh yeah, dad, milk me, man, milk my cock, dad, suck me off, suck me
offf, suck me completely offffff," Jason gasped as he threw every ounce of
his slender little naked boy-body into the heaving, pounding act of sexual
pleasure his dad was giving him. "Keep doin' it, keep doin' it like that,
keep suckin' me, suckin' me, suckin' me, ahghhahehhrhhhhh fuck, dad, yeah,
yeah, yeah, like that man, suck it hard, suck it deep, aoohahhahhh yeah,
suck it fast...ahahhahhh fuck, faster, harder, fahgheaeaoeaiehaohaoi, yeah,
make me cum, dad, make me cum, make me cum, I wanna shoot it this time,
straight down your motherfuckin' cocksuckin' throat, man."

"My god, Jason where'd you learn such dirty talkin'..." Jack gasped as his
son's obscenities assaulted his ears.

"Shut up and just SUCK me," Jason cried as he once more thrust his
pulsating cock between his dad's lips and halfway down the man's
throat. "OHhhhahhah fuck, I need to cum...need to cum soooo bad,
ahghahehhaheh god, dad, to it to me, give me an orgasm, man, suck me off,
make me feel it, make me really feeeeeelllll...ohhahahhh god, you're
gettin' me there, man. Doin' it to me, doin' it to me, man, suckin'
me...suckin' me off, man, oahghehhahe yeah, yeah, gettin' close, dad, keep
suckin' me, keep suckin' me really fast and hard, ahghoeiahoeh god, the
feeling, the feeling, gonna....gonna do it...gonna...gonna...GONNNNNNNAAAA
AHGHEAEIAOIEHOAHEIIIIEIAOHEOHIGH DOOOOO ITTTTTT, AOIEHOGIHEOIHA FUCK DAD,
MAKIN' ME CUMMMM...AHGOEIAHOEIHR GOD, YEAH, ORGASM ME, MAN ORGASM THE HELL
OUTTA ME, MAN, KEEP SUCKIN' ME LIKE THAT, AGHEAHEHHHAHHH GOD, FEELS GOOD,
FEELS GOOOD, FEEELS SOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD WHEN YOU SUCK MY COCK, DAD,
GHAOIEHROIH MAN, YOU REALLY SUCK GOOD, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BOY'S
COCK REALLY JUMP FOR JOY....AGHEAOIEIIAEHOHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Jack let Jason's throbbing, hard, cocklet escape his lips, replacing it
with his hand and just as rapidly masturbating it, stroking it, watching
the tip, expecting...or at least hoping...he'd triggered whatever it was
inside his son that would allow the boy his first ejaculating orgasms.

"DID I SHOOT...FELT LIKE IT, DID I SHOOT?" Jason cried anxiously. "Did you
taste my cum?"

"Sorry, not a drop, kid...maybe next time...you're only ten now, gees,
that'd be really early for you to start producing sperm," Jack sought to
appease the naked little boy in his arms as he gripped him around his
slender, trembling loins and lifted him down from the chair. He guessed his
son weighed no more than about seventy-five pounds.

"OOooohhhhhh fuck, that was spectacular, thanks, Dad." Jason nearly swooned
from the intense, orgasmic pleasure of his dry cum. "That's the best
blowjob I've ever had."

"The best you ever had?" Jack repeated the boy's words. "Just how many
times have you..."

"Just you and Uncle Des...I swear," Jason told his dad earnstly as he
grabbed a plate and went after three big pancakes.

"Just the two of us?" Jack questioned his son seriously. "You're sure?"

"Damn, dad, of COURSE I'm sure," Jason reacted indignantly. "That's not
something you're gonna fuckin' FORGET now is it?"

"Mmmm...no I suppose not," Jack replied, smiling, kissing the top of his
son's head. "Just don't ask ME how many blowjobs I've had. I couldn't be as
sure as you seem to be."