Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2015 02:20:06 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason Turns Ten, Chapter 5

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 FIVE


"Is there somewhere we can uhh...stow our stuff?" Jan Dix asked Susan as
they watched the others leave.

"Ohhhh...of course, I'm sorry," Susan replied laughing. "You're gonna think
I'm as scatterbrained as Jet. That whole block on the other side of the
steps is yours...yours and Brad's."

"Reed. My brother's name is Reed," Jan corrected.

"Reed...Reed...of course. Damn, I'm...you two are so..." Susan struggled to
settle the obscene thoughts whirling in her brain, surging up from her
itching cunt. "You two are just so..."

"Sexy," Jan laughed, trying to put her at ease as he picked up one
overloaded suitcase in each hand. "REED! COME GET YOUR STUFF," he called to
his brother. There was no reply. "Damn, wonder where he's wandered off to?"

"He's probably with Jason or Jet," Susan blushed that Jan could read her
mind. "We'll just leave his stuff here in the living room, he can get it
when he has time."

"Lead the way," Jan smiled as they headed for the front door. They went
outside, across a small deck, down a few steps, across a landing, and back
up a few steps to a somewhat larger deck.

"This is the main level," Susan began the tour as they passed through a
sliding glass door to the living area of the guest house. "There's a small
kitchen over there," she pointed. "Dining table and a bedroom back here
with a balcony overlooking the beach," she proudly pointed out the richly
appointed features of the tri-level apartment.

"WOW, this is nice...really nice, much more than I expected," Jan looked
about in amazement.

"There's a sort of bridge out that door crossing over the the main house,"
Susan noted, "and another bed and bath just like this one upstairs. I'll
leave it to you and your brother to fight over who gets which one."

"Mannnn...a round bed?" Jan laughed.

"My husband's idea." Susan disclaimed. "He somehow thinks they're sexy."

"So do I," Jan admitted with more laughter. "Must be a man thing."

"Only the boys have ordinary beds," Susan noted for the record.

"Yes, I saw them, DOUBLE beds...and on pedestals too, no less," Jan
recalled.

"I'll take no credit...or blame...for that either," Susan noted as they
headed back toward the livingroom. "The circular stairs here as well as the
steps outside, go down to the lower level where you can set up your
classroom for the boys," Susan explained as she led the way down the step
cantilevered out from the central pole. "Mmmm...looks like Jack has already
set things up for you. I guess you can rearrange the place to your liking."

"Great...restrooms over there. Shower too?" Jan's amazement seemed without
end. "And...man, what's with this...a whole wall of mirrors, floor to
ceiling...?" A medium-size blackboard hung over the mirrored wall.

"Jack says it'll give you eyes in the back of your head when you're at the
blackboard," Susan laughed. "For once, he may have something there."

"It's set up for SIX boys..." Jan noted. "I thought there would just be
five, counting Reed."

"Well, we weren't sure how many brothers you had," Susan joked.

"Not bad...a little cramped, but adequate," Jan looked about, surveying his
new workplace. "Joe Phillips? Is that Joe...? They are...they look like
ORIGINALS too," Jan examined three mildly homoerotic paintings hanging on
the stone wall running the length of the classroom.

"There's no accounting for Jack's taste in art," Susan laughed, shaking her
head. "I hope your brother doesn't find them embarrassing."

"Speaking of my brother, I wonder where the fuck...excuse me...where he..."
Jan censored himself.

"Listen, Jan, there's no need to watch your language around here, the boys
are used to...in fact, you'll hear much worse from any and all of them,"
Susan warned. "They tend to watch themselves when adults are present
but...except for Jet. Well...you've seen and heard him spout
off...embarrasses the hell outta me sometimes."

"Jet's young, uninhibited...he'll change as he gets older," Jan assured
her. "One of the things I teach is time and place for appropriate
behavior...including vocabulary."

"Cool, I need to sit in on that class," Susan joked.


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"You found some clothes," Reed Dix greeted Jason in the lower level pool
gym as he gazed longingly at the huge round pool dominating the center of
the room. He guessed it was thirty or forty feet across. Along one whole
wall were slender, evenly spaced vertical mirrors while off in one corner
was a treadmill and weightlifting machine. There was also a sunken spa in
front of floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the beach.

"I saw you as I was going down to the beach. You work out?" Jason asked the
extremely attractive older boy.

"Some," Reed said. "Mostly I like to swim."

"Me too," Jason told him gleefully. "Wanna take a dip?"

"I don't have my trunks. They're all still packed away in my bags," Reed
noted sadly.

"Swim naked," Jason suggested, eyeing his new friend carefully.

For a lengthy moment Reed froze. He neither said nor did anything. Then he
looked down at Jason and smiled. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

Jason smiled in delight, pushing down his shorts and stepping out of his
flipflops, instantly naked. "Last one in is a dirty rotten cocksucker," he
cried as he went in headfirst!

It took Reed a little longer, doffing his shirt, getting out of his shoes,
socks, jeans, and underwear. A minute or two later he joined Jason in the
eighty-degree water. "Nice," he commented as he came up for air. "Not too
warm, not too cold."

Jason ducked beneath the water, opening his eyes, then came back up. "Yeah,
I'll say," he laughed.

"You're quite the little cockteaser, you know that?" Reed laughed as both
boys swam toward the tiled edge of the pool so as not to have to tread
water. Half the pool was ten feet deep, the other half only four feet. They
were in the deep end.

"It's okay, you can get hard, no one will see ya underwater," Jason told
him as the reached for the edge.

"No one but YOU," Reed laughed.

"You're...gorgeous," Jason told Reed with only the frankness a ten-year-old
could muster. "Your cock must be six or seven inches!"

"And your eyesight must be about 20/40," Reed told Jason modestly. "You're
pretty..." he stopped, unsure how far to let their sexual conversation go.

"Go on, pretty what?" Jason probed, as the two boys hung less than a foot
apart, neck deep in the crystal clear water.

"Pretty...uhhh...just pretty, that's all," Reed decided, not wanting to get
in any deeper than he already was with the beautiful young boy some four
years his junior.

"I know. Thanks," Jason replied, allowing himself to bob closer to the
naked older boy. If there was one thing Jason had long ago realized, it was
that his naked, little boy-body had a strange effect on men and boys older
than he was. He was hoping Reed would break the ice and kiss him.

He didn't.

"We're both naked. You...you wanna...you know...DO something?" Jason
ineptly tried to turn on his natural boyish charm. The charm was there, but
the tact in knowing how to use it wasn't.

"I...I think we...should...SWIM," Reed called out as he suddenly lunged to
his right, swimming toward the opposite side of the pool, hoping to put
some distance between himself and the sexy little imp trying so clumsily to
seduce him.

Now in the shallow end, both boys could stand flat-footed on the
bottom. "You don't like me?" Jason guessed, a note of disappointment in his
voice. After having jacked off with the Davis boys earlier that day, he
assumed all boys liked to have orgasms.

"Don't you think we should wait until after the first date before we kiss?"
Reed joked, launching out from the side, floating on his back, his six-inch
cock arching upwards like the mast of a sailing yacht.

"See, you DO like me," Jason laughed as he swam on his back right beside
Reed. "Looks like I kind of like YOU too," Jason noted, comparing their
erections.

"Nice one," Reed complimented his horny little friend. "Big for a boy your
age."

"Really?" Jason reacted in genuine surprise. "How big should it be?"

"Well...don't get me wrong, I'm no expert on boys' cocks but...maybe HALF
that?"

"Really?  Dad's huge. Probably more'n eight inches," Jason went on.

"I could have gone all day without knowing that," Reed joked. He rather
liked Jason's boyish banter, but was starting to realize the kid was going
to be a handful to deal with.

"I'll probably be eight by the time I'm twelve," Jason joked.

"If you don't start tripping over it," Reed teased.

"You're not into boys, are you?" Jason guessed more or less correctly.

"Not boys without hair around their dicks, anyway," Reed confirmed.

"You like girls?" Jason questioned the alternative.

"You might say that," Reed admitted, his arms stretching out on either side
of him, holding onto the edge of the pool behind him.  He allowed his lower
body to float upward.

"You ever FUCK a girl?" Jason asked.

Reed was tempted to tell the little twerp it was none of is fucking
business but in getting to know Jason, intuition told him that wouldn't end
the line of questioning. "Sure, lots of times," he bragged. In his case,
that meant twice but Jason didn't need to know that.

"What's it like?" Jason asked almost instantly.

"Ohh, mostly just in and out...in and out, in and out, in and out, in and
out, in and out, in and out..."

"In and out, in and out, in and out. Jason knew when he was being
teased. "That boring?"

"Except for the fireworks toward the end...yeah...pretty boring, I guess,"
Reed teased.

"When you shoot your cum?" Jason asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah...that part's not bad," Reed admitted.

"Feels really good, huh?" Jason questioned wide-eyed. "Better'n jackin'
off?"

"Humph...yeah, kid, you might say that," Reed replied condescendingly.

"I'm horny. You got me all horny," Jason stroked his cock a time or two
underwater as it to prove it.

"No shit," Reed laughed at the boy's sexual antics in trying to seduce him.

"You're horny too, right?" Jason went on.

"You wish," Reed laughed. "Let's just say, I'm not nearly as horny as YOU
are."

"I'll jack you off if you want," Jason offered boldy.

"It's tempting, but...no thanks," Reed admitted, not wanting to hurt
Jason's feelings in turning him down.

"You shoot a lot?" Jason asked innocently.

"Do I...what?" Reed laughed, in disbelief that the boy would ask such a
question.

"I wish I was old enough to shoot," Jason sighed. Then, pulling out all the
stops, "You can jack ME off if you like."

Reed resisted the urge to laugh out loud. "I think we should save that for
the honeymoon," Reed joked, suddenly heaving himself up out of the water
onto the edge of the pool.

"Gees, you're even bigger'n I thought," Jason gasped in awe, staring up
from he water at Reeds magnificent hard boy-cock.

"Uhhhh...thanks...I guess," Reed replied, looking about for a towel to dry
off.

"Over there...on the table," Jason read his new friend's need as he also
climbed from the pool. "Get one for me too."

"Here, squirt," Reed threw a towel to Jason who, in reaching out, trying to
catch it, tumbled backward into the pool, towel and all.

Reed laughed uproarously.

"Better throw me another one, this one's all wet," Jason observed the
obvious as he heaved it back at Reed.

Reed threw Jason another towel, this one landing in the water beside
him. "You're hilarious," Reed laughed as he watched the nubile young boy
climb naked from the water. This time Reed handed Jason the towel,
resisting mightily the urge to take the cute little urchin in his arms and
kiss the hell out of him. "HEY, you're dripping all over my clothes!"

"So, go naked.  Mom won't mind," Jason told him.

"So I've been told," Reed laughed.

"She likes to stare at naked boys," Jason told him perceptively.

"Fine, she can stare at YOU, then," Reed told him as he pulled on his black
bikini briefs then struggled into his jeans, which seemed suddenly too
tight, especially in the crotch. He started to put his shirt back on but
realized that, between the two of them horsing around, they had pretty well
soaked it.  Instead he left in with the towels to retrieve later. Showing
off his slender, lightly muscled torso, Reed decided to return barechested
for the benefit of the sexy Mrs. Cox to, as Jason put it, stare at. He
slipped his bare feet into his canvas deck shoes. "You think there might be
something to eat around here?" he asked, watching Jason slip into his tan
shorts, which made him look almost as naked as if he'd not been wearing
any.

"Dinner's at seven...what time is it?" Jason looked about for a
clock. There was none. "Wanna go upstairs and see my room?"

"Not really," Reed smelled another seduction in the offing. "I wouldn't
mind seeing my OWN though," he suggested.

"Cool. Follow me, I'll show you," Jason led off. They went outside and
across the landing then back inside through some sliding glass doors to the
elongated classroom his dad had fixed up for them a couple years
before. Until then, they'd had school in the drafty old airplane hangar
down by the landing strip. Their dad called it "Jack Cox Elementary."

"Pretty nice," Reed commented, about as much enthusiasm as he could muster
for a school room.

"The main level's up here," Jason led Reed up the circular stairs to the
living room area. Then they passed back through the dining area to one of
the two bedrooms where they found Reed's brother starting to unpack.

"Where you been?" Jan Dix demanded, confronting the boys as they cme in the
lower level sleeping area. Like the main house, walls were minimal in the
guest house as well.

"We went for a swim," Jason told him, hoping to take any blame Jan might
lodge with Reed.

"Naked, I presume," Jan accused as he took from his suitcase a pair of
white Speedos and threw them accusingly at his brother. "Hurry, get
dressed, we're invited next door for dinner," Jan told him.

"You want me to wear...THIS?" Reed held up the tiny garment.

"No, wear your tux," Jan told his brother sarcastically. "By the way, you
wanna sleep upstairs or down?"

"Downstairs," Jason whispered to Reed, "There's a bridge over there that
leads straight across to my room."

"Upstairs," Reed chose, in hearing Jason's words.

"Suit yourself," Jan shrugged. "Now get your ass in gear and lug this shit
up there. Hurry, get dressed for dinner, you can unpack later."

"I'll help," Jason volunteered, grabbing one of Reed's bags. It was almost
too much for him. He didn't so much as CARRY it up the steps as he did LUG
it, more or less dragging it most of the way.

"You should just go naked like me, you wouldn't need all this stuff," Jason
suggested.

"I'll...I'll keep that in mind," Reed humored the boy a he tossed both
suitcases onto the massive round bed.

"Whatcha gonna wear?" the ever-inquisitive ten-year-old inquired.

Reed pushed down his jeans and groped is crotch which, no thanks to Jason,
was still rather hefty. "Anything my dick will fit into," Reed told
Jason. He decided that if the kid wanted to talk dirty, he could match him
word for word.

"I've got a condom you could wear?" Jason joked.

Reed stared at the cute little kid who simply oozed sex from every
pore. Then he laughed. "What color?"

"What color?" Jason hadn't expected that. "Pink, I think."

"Not my color. I like black best," Reed noted. "...to match my undies."

"You really got a tux in here?" Jason asked, removing a couple items from
Reeds suitcase in a half-hearted search.

"God, you're something else, you know that," Reed laughed. "One second
you're perceptive as hell, the next you're naive as hell."

"What's naive mean?"

"Dumb," Reed defined the word as it applied to Jason. He took from the
suitcase a pair of white Bermuda shorts and a white t-shirt with the words
"Horny fucker," emblazened across the chest. "Too much?" he asked Jason.

"Not if you're prepared to back it up," Jason laughed.

"You think your mom might object?" Reed questioned his own daring.

"Mom? Hell no, she'd laugh her ass off," Jason predicted. "Mr. Davis might
not laugh quite as hard, though."

"Mr. Davis?" Reed looked at Jason strangely. "Ohhhhhh...Mr. Davis...the
other two boys'...their dad..."

"He's worried his sons will turn out gay," Jason informed him.

"ARE they gay?" Reed asked as he slipped into his shorts, then chose a
different t-shirt. It bore just the single word, "HOT!"

"Nawww...just a little...jolly, I think," Jason joked.

"You guys...fool around?" Reed had to ask as he donned his second choice in
t-shirt messaging.

"We hold an orgy every Saturday night at ten, ya wanna cum?" Jason teased.

"You little shit," Reed laughed, mussing Jason's mop of light brown
hair. There seemed nothing Jason wouldn't do or say to embarrass him.

"You won't need shoes...we all pretty much go barefoot around here," Jason
advised as Reed began looking for his footwear.

"You kidding?" Reed laughed. "You go around here all the time with naked
FEET?"

"Among other things," Jason joked.

"REED! You ready?" The boys heard Jan call from downstairs.

"Still working on this damned cumberbund," Reed called back as he and Jason
headed for the stairs back down to the main level.

"God, you look sexy," Jason complimented him. "Mom's gonna fuckin' drool."