Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2016 21:52:07 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason Turns Ten, Chapter 26

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 TWENTY-SIX


"I wish you boys would let me know where you're going before you go hiking
off to...god knows where...after school," Susan requested of her two nubile
young sons at dinner as they sat clad in their speedos from their little
rendezvous with Liam that afternoon.

"What?" Jason reacted as he looked about the table where Trey, Troy, Jan,
Reed. and Destry sat eating.

"Why," Jet added." What's gonna happen. It's not like some pedophile boogie
man is gonna fuckin...sorry...is gonna...rape us....sorry...mollest us or
something,"

"Maybe she's worried about YOU mollesting...there are workers on the island
now, you know," Jan reminded the two boys. "I don't know that they're gonna
bother you or anything but..." Jan backed off so as not to frighten the
boys.

"I know a boy who got mollested once," Trey chimed in. "He said he really
LIKED it."

"Who?" Troy questioned his brother."

"Some guy...a friend of mine. They met at a movie theater then the guy took
him back to his place and they got naked and...and..." Trey contined far
beyond the realm of polite dinner conversation.

"I think you better keep the details to yourself," Jan gently
suggested. "We are trying to eat, you know?"

"Sorry..." Trey retreat. "Did you ask your mom about coming out to the boat
for the night?" Trey asked Jason as he changed the subject.

"You and your friend are not going to mollest him, are you?" Susan teased
in amusement at the sudden turn of the conversation.

"Only if they WANT mollested," Trey joked back as his older brother
retched, trying desperately to keep down his food.

"Is it okay with our granddad?" Susan asked, casting a wary eye at the
older of the two boys. "You gonna be okay, Troy?"

"Yes mamm, I...I just got a weak stomach."

"And running back and forth between here and the boat in that rubber
thingie doesn't bother you?" Susan questioned.

"Not as long as he doesn't think about sex?" Trey got in a dig at his
brother.

"You can stay here tonight, if you'd like...if seasickness is a problem,"
Susan suggested.

"MOM, he's too young for you," Jet teased his mother. "Mom likes'em young,"

"Actually I'm fond of children of ALL ages," Susan defended her
words. "Even YOU, though sometimes..."

"I'll be okay...the water doesn't bother me.  I've leared to cope," Troy
demured. "Besides, it's not far."

"Granddad is the one who INVITED them," Trey insisted.

Jan and Reed looked at each other in silence, then smiled.

"I'll pack you two an overnight bag and...what are YOU two smiling about?"
Susan picked up on the looks on Jan's and Reed's faces.

"Oh...ahhh..nothing...nothing at all, I'll see the boys get out to the boat
safely," Jan recovered.

"And how are YOU going to get back here from the boat?" Susan asked.

"He walks on water," Reed laughed.

"I'll swim back...or maybe I'll stay and make sure...they don't mollest
each OTHER," Jan eyed the four boys as they ate.

"Yeah...right," Susan smiled warily. "You do that."

"I'd like to stay and smirk at this bubbly conversation, but I gotta get
back upstairs and finish packing," Destry told them. "So if you'll
excuse..."

The plane is leaving tonight?" Jason reacted in surprise.

"Before dark," Destry patted his young nephew on the bare shoulder. "I'm
gonna miss you boys...all of you."

"You'll find someone else to..." Susan told her younger brother as he got
up.

"I'm sure I will, just not as..."

"Cute as us?" Jet laughed.

"Cute...yes...cute as you," Destry laughed. "I was gonna say ornery, but
cute'll do."

"Don't you mean 'horny'," Jason teased.

 "Ornery...did I say ornery? I meant..." Destry winked at the boys.

"We get the idea, get outta here, before you start something that's gonna
embarrass me," Susan shusted her brother off.

"I'm finished," Jet suddenly proclaimed as he folded his napkin over what
was left of his spaghetti.

"Mom, he only ate the meatballs," Jason complained.  Spaghetti was not one
of his favorite meals either.

"I'm on a diet. Gotta stay slim and...sexy," Jet winked seductively at his
mother as he thrust forward his hips obscenely.

"Jet, you dirty little boy, she's your MOTHER forgodsake," Reed pretended
to be shocked, though having fucked the boys' mother a day or two before,
he would hardly have been surprised if Jet hadn't done so too.

"May we be excused?" Jason asked politely on behalf of his friends. "I need
to go take a shit before we take to sea."

"JASON!" Susan reacted in disgust.

"Sorry...I need to take a dump first," Jason revised his words.

"Better...but not by much," Susan smiled. One second Jason could be so
sweetly endearing, then the next he could be the most obnoxious asshole of
the bunch.

"We'll meet you down at the Zodiac." Trey told him.

"Aren't you going along with him just to WATCH?" Troy eyed the two.

"Get outta here, ALL of you...and good riddance, I'm gonna half a nice,
quiet, peaceful evening for once," Susan shooed her all-male "family" off.

"I'll stay and help you clean up," Reed volunteered.

"Why, thank you, Reed, the only gentleman in the whole house." Susan smiled
warmly.

"At your service, maam?" Reed bowed.  "Any service you'd like...you just
name it...anything...whatever..."

"I...uhh...get the idea," Susan laughed, winking seductively. "Let's just
see if we can't get the dishwasher loaded up first, though."

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"Don't go too fast or I'll throw up all over you," Troy warned as Jan
expertly guided the inflatable Zodiac out toward the lavish white yacht
anchored about a quarter mile off the beach.

"I thought you said the...motion of the ocean...didn't bother you," Jan
reminded the beautiful young teenager beside him.

"Sitting there half-naked next to YOU is what bothers him," Trey noted,
knowing his brother and what made him tick, perhaps better than Troy knew
himself.

"ULP..." Troy fought back the urge to upchuck in hearing his brother's all
too accurate appraisal.

"Easy, there, champ...over the side if you're gonna..." Jan warned.

"He's had the hots for you since day one, he's just too uptight to admit
it," Trey pushed his brothers buttons, enjoying watching Troy squirm.

"ULLLPhhhhhhaaahhrggghhhhhhhhhh," Troy heaved his dinner over the
side...well, most of it anyway. Some of it flew back a splattered his
brother bare chest.

"Help, I've just been spray-painted," Trey reacted.  "I'm moving upwind."
He switched seats.

"I'd say you got what you deserved," Jan laughed.

"Sorry," Troy whimpered softly as the boat slowed in its approach to the
stern of the yacht.

"Wonder where everyone is?" Trey looked about, expecting there to be
someone on deck to help secure the Zodiac.

"Probably down below having dinner," Jason suggested.

"ULLALREPPARRUGHAHHHHHHHhhh," Troy once more heaved over the side, the
thought of food having this time set him off.

"Stop that...god, man, you're embarrassing the shit outta everyone," Trey
complained as he and Jason managed to tie their bouncy little craft to the
massive yacht.

"You need help getting on board?" Jan asked Troy anxiously as one by one
the other boys scampered onto the boat's aft deck.

"Careful, he'll throw up all over ya," Trey warned.

"Trey, that's enough," Jan told the young boy firmly, realizing that one of
Troy's major stomach problems was, in fact, his younger brother.

"I can't help it if he..."

"Yes you CAN and you WILL," Jan insisted, "or I'll smack that cute little
behind of yours. You got that?"

"No one in the dining salon?" Jet reported as he went in search of some
evidence of life aboard the Erickson yacht.

"No dishes...everything cleared away...or else they haven't eaten yet,"
Trey observed as he led the way from the main salon the the ornate dining
room just beyond.  There was no one in the galley either. "They're probably
down here in the rec room playin' cards..." Trey's voice trailed off as he
made his way down the steps, gradually gaining full view of exactly why no
one had been on deck to greet them.

"Hoooooooo shiiiiiiitttt," Jason gasped as he followed Trey below, stopping
just behind him, surveying the scene. "Tell Troy not to come down here."

"Oh my goddddddd..." Jet cried none too softly as his nine-year-old eyes
fell upon the two grandfathers, Alex Erickson and Dr. Mathison fucking the
cabin boy, Jesse Lee. Dr. Mathison was behind heaving and thrusting madly,
obviously near orgasm while, Alex Erickson came at the beautiful, young
teenager from the front, both men's hard, throbbing cock deeply impaling
their pleasure boy, who was down on his hands and knees between them.

"Troy, maybe you better stay up here," Jan guessed from the other boys
reaction that they'd stumbled upon a scene sure to further dump the
thirteen-year-old's sensitive digestive system.

"Whoa...looks like we have company," Dr. Mathison noted as he realized his
grandsons and Trey were watching them as they enjoyed Jesse's slender naked
boy-body.

"We weren't expecting your for...what the hell time is it, anyway," Alex
Erickson looked about for a clock on the wall. There was none.

"We said we'd be out after dinner," Trey told his grandfather. "It's after
dinner.

"It's not after OUR dinner," Alex told the boy as the three of them
continued their rapid sexual movement despite the interruption.

"It's okay, Alex, we're not doing anything the boys haven't seen
before...or DONE before," Dr. Mathison noted. "Come on down, maybe you
might pick up some poiinters...ohhahhhahh fuck, this kid sure has one hot,
tight ass," he smacked Jessie on the butt hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Come on, Troy, why don't you show me around the boat, I've never been out
here before," Jan told the thirteen-year-old. "Looks like a pretty nice
piece of maritime architecture."

"Maritime...what's going on?" Troy wanted to know.

"Don't ask. Believe me, you don't wanna know." Jan assured him. "Where's
your cabin?"

"Up front," Troy told him, torn between wanting to show off his spacious
suite and wanting to know what all the fuss was about down below. "Come on,
he motioned to Jan reluctantly. "This way."

Jan followed Troy along a passageway beside the galley to a small lounge
with a set of double doors which Troy proudly threw open in a dramatic show
of pride. His grandfather had allowed him to redecorate his quarters in a
style that could only be termed "early NASCAR."

"WOW...COOL!" Jan cried, his surprise and enthusiasm more authentic than
he'd anticipated. A large king-size bed dominated the outer bulkhead while
the rest of the room was decorated, not with cheap posters, but original
paintings of drivers and their cars. Even the satiny comforter on the bed
bore the racing logos of several drivers and their sponsors.

Troy made a beeline for a small wet bar where he found a can of Pepsi in
the refrigerator. He popped it open to wash the taste of vomit from his
mouth. "You want a drink?" Troy asked his guest after downing several swigs
of the brownish liquid. "I'm afraid all I got is Pepsi...but there's beer
upstairs in the fridge by the bar."

"I'm good," Jan murmurred as he watched the wonderously beautiful
barechested boy drown his troubles with drink.

"I'm not," Troy made a nasty face. Even his favorite soft drink didn't
taste good...didn't feel right. "They're all fuckin' downstairs, aren't
they?" Troy guessed. He might have a weak stomach but he had a strong
mind. If he didn't actually KNOW the score, he was a pretty good guesser.

Jan shrugged, drawn to the beautiful, half-naked thirteen-year-old. "Maybe
we better change the subject,"

Troy took another swig of Pepsi, then shook his head from side to side
vehemently. "This is something I gotta work out."

"I wouldn't argue with that," Jan acknowledged as he drew within arms
length of the troubled young boy. Troy stepped back.

"Why'd you do that?" Jan questioned.

"Do what?"

"Step back when I came near you," Jan said.

"I didn't realize I did," Troy admitted.

"You afraid of me?" Jan asked softly. "You know I'd never do anything to
hurt you."

Troy nodded as Jan reached out and gripped both his shoulders. This time
Troy didn't retreat.  He couldn't. "It's just...you're..."

"Gay?"

"And I'm not," Troy finished their joint thought. "Yet..."

"Yet what...?

"I want to...to be with you...touch you...but I can't." Troy tried honestly
to explain. "It makes me...sick." he murmurred the final word so softly Jan
could barely hear his voice.

"Why?" Jan questioned simply.

"Cause...it leads to kissing."

"Kissing makes you sick?" Jan tried not to laugh.

"And...and...no but...yes...and...and kissing leads to being naked and
stuff," Troy tried to explain while all the time feeling his stomach churn.

"Stuff...what stuff...tell me about stuff," Jan wasn't a psychologist but
he often played one in the classroom. Troy desperately needed help.

"COCKSUCKING!" Troy suddenly blurted out, choking back what little was left
in his stomach.

"Do you take anything for it?" Jan asked.

"Take anything? Whadya mean....for COCKSUCKING?" Troy reacted in disbelief.

"No, I meant for your stomach...anything to calm your stomach?" Troy
explained. "You know this is all...much of your problem with gay sex is
psychological, but...not ALL of it. They have pills to keep your stomach
calm...well...dramamine, for instance."

"Psychological...you mean I'm crazy 'cause I ain't gay?" Troy questioned
with a degree of spirited outrage.

"No one's asking you to be gay. You could be bisexual, though, I suppose,"
Jan considered as the two sat down on Troy's bed.

"What are you? Some kind of shrink or something?" Troy reacted to Jan's
bisexual suggestion.

"Well, I did take some psych courses in college," Jan noted. "But no, I'm
not...'some kind of shrink or something'."

"Good, cause..." Troy paused, tears forming in his beautiful eyes, then
trickling to his cheeks. "I need help."

"Tell me...if I was a girl...a young woman...what would you do?" Jan asked,
plaing a psych game he'd once read about.

"I'd fuck you blind...I would have already bred you...got you so fuckin
pregnant you..." Troy stopped suddenly. "This is stupid."

"So you like me?" Jan suggested.

Troy was deathly silent for what seemed like several minutes though really
hardly more an a few seconds. "No...I...I love you."

Jan had the urge to slide away, expecting a sudden onslaught of gushing
digestive acid. "I love you too," Jan told the boy.

"Don't say that," Troy pleaded. "I'm afraid I'l be..."

"Sick?" Jan guessed. "But you're not..you didn't throw up."

"Almost, though," Troy claimed.

"But you controlled it, right?" Jan pointed out with some degree of
exciement as to the apparently progress Troy was making.

"I...I guess..." Troy acknowledged, seemingly with some reluctance. "If I
could just quit thinking about sex."

"But you can't," Jan told him. "You're a very attractive growing boy, going
through puberty...lots of things going on inside you, things you don't
understand going on all around you. You're SUPPOSED to think about
sex...somewhere I read, about ever fifteen minutes...or was it every
fifteen seconds?"

Troy turned his head looking squarely at Jan. "You gonna try and...KISS
me?"

"No," Jan told him, "...unless you WANT me to."

Troy was silent, struggling mightily with his emotions and his stomach,
which seemed to be at war with one another. After a moment he tilted his
head slightly, his lips parting almost imperceptably, his eyes closing.

Jan took that as a classic "yes." Slowly he leaned toward Troy, careful not
to touch him, his own lips parting as they very gently met Troy's. It was
barely a touching, much less a kiss.  Then Jan pulled back.

Troy suddenly opened his eyes. "Why did you do that...pull back?" the same
question Jan had asked him a moment ago.

"I was afraid you might vomit in my face," Jan smiled.

"But I didn't," Troy smiled almost triumphantly. "I...I controled it...like
you said."

"Do you want me to kiss you again?" Jan asked.

Troy nodded, his lips parting, his eyes closing.

"No...open your eyes. Say it.  Say it.  Say kiss me." Jan insisted, pushing
the boy.

Troy's eyes popped back open. "You're just TRYING to make me upchuck, ain't
ya?" He accused.

"No, I'm trying to teach you to do what you feel," Jan told the sweetly
beautiful teenager. "Now, do you want me to kiss you or not?"

Troy nodded again. "Yes."

"Say it. Say 'Jan, kiss me'."

"Jan, kiss me." Troy repeated, then paused. "Kiss me. Kiss me now. Hold
me...help me...please..." Troy added on is own.

This time Jan took the half-naked young boy completely into his arms and
kissed him, gently at first, then more passionately, more forcefully,
longer and harder than Troy had ever been kissed before in his life. When
their lips parted, Jan smiled. "You didn't throw up."

"No," Troy said softly, his eyes downcast.

"What's wrong?" Jan asked softly.

"I'm...damn..."

"What? Jan repeated.

"I'm gettin' a fuckin' HARD on." Troy murmurred in dismay.

Jan smiled. He'd not lost his seductive touch, even with a nominally
"straight" boy, even one with a weak stomach. "So am I," he told Troy.

"I'M NOT GONNA SUCK YOUR COCK," Troy told him forcefully.

"I didn't ask you to," Jan smiled. "But...would you mind if I sucked
YOURS?"

Once more Troy felt his stomach stir, but there was little in the way of
nausea. "Yes," he whispered so softly Jan barely heard.

Jan kissed him again, with even more fervor than before. "Yes you would
mind, or yes, you want me to."

"Yes...I want you to suck my cock." Troy whispered.

"You sure?"

Troy nodded. "I'm sure. Do it to me.  I need to...to cum bad."

Jan smiled more broadly. Now that the kid has his stomach under control the
hormones were in charge. "Lie back. I want you naked."

"NAKED," Troy gasped, as he nonetheless did as he was told. He felt his
stomach react to the word, but not violently

"Something else you gotta get used to," Jan told the boy as he reached for
the button just below the slender young boy's sexy navel. "Whether you
realize it or not, you are an EXTREMELY beautiful young boy with a
beautiful, slender, sexy, naked boy-body." Nimbly, Jan's fingers unbuttoned
that boy's shorts, then lowered his zipper. "Damn, kid where the fuck's
your UNDERWARE? You always go...commando?"

Troy giggled self-consciously as he lifted his hips slightly, allowing Jan
to slide down his tan shorts, stripping them from his now-naked boy-body.
Jan's eyes fell on the boy's incredible circumsized boy-cock as it
stretched out its nearly six inches in length, trembling, pulsating,
hovering an inch or so over Troy's slender, flat, hairless groin. "Suck
me," Troy urged softly.

Jan stripped off his own T-shirt but not his shorts. He didn't want to
press his luck with the boy.

"Please...do it...do it to me...please...suck my cock...suck me off, man,
suck me off...SUCK ME OFFFFF," Troy pleaded as his cock heaved and
throbbed.