Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2017 05:08:46 +0000
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cox Cocks Chapter 1

This story does directly follows the previous story, "Jason Turns Ten"
however it begins some two years later with largely the same group of
characters and many new ones added . 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." Like
my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy Island," "Ecstasy Renewed," and
"Jason Turns Ten" (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
with each chapter proceeding in something close to real time. I use
extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character
development. In this story, the sexual encounters are primarily gay.

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 from one to four 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.


THE COX COCKS


CHAPTER ONE


The doorbell played the Westminster chimes. It was just a little after nine
a.m. "What the fuck, who comes visiting at..." Jim London looked at the red
numerals on the bedside clock. "Nine a.m. Jamey wake up, get dressed, it's
nine o'clock, that must be Mr. Dix coming to pick us up for the grand tour.

"We overslept," Jamey observed as he pulled on a pair of yellow, nylon gym
shorts and headed for the spacious foyer and the front door. The chimes
played again. Jamey opened the door. The man was quite good looking with
dark brown hair, stood just short of six feet in height, wearing white
Bermuda shorts, a white polo shirt with a Cox Academy logo on its left
side. "Hi," Jamey greeted him with a smile.

"Uhh...hi...uhh...you must be," The man seemed tongue-tied.

"I'm Jamey London, Dad's in there getting dressed. We overslept."

"Hi...uhhh...Jamey...I'm," the man began haltingly. "I'm..." he began
again, totally overwhelmed by the beautiful, mostly naked little boy
standing before him. He'd seen a picture of the boy with his
application. It didn't come close to doing him justice.

"Mr. Dix? Jamey guessed. "Come on in."

"I'm sorry...yes, I'm Mr. Dix...Jan Dix."

"You're sorry you're Jan Dix?" Jamey giggled.

"Ohhhhh, god, this must be the worst introduction in the history of worst
introductions," Jan joked as he stood embracing the boy visually,
undressing him in his mind, completely out of his brain in seeing such
exquisite boyish beauty.

"I just got up, wait here, I'll go get dressed," Jamey turned to leave.

"NO...no...no...don't bother, you look...just fine." Jan began to pull
himself together. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see a boy...a boy
as completely beautiful as you. "Your picture with your
application...you're sooo much more..."

"Hello, I'm Jim London," Jamey's father strode into the living room, clad
in navy blue shorts and a light blue sports shirt. On his bare feet he wore
tan deck shoes.

"I told him 'bout us sleepin' late," Jamey explained to his father.

"I'm Jan Dix, Dean of Boys and Director of Curriculum and Instruction here
at Cox," Jan introduced himself, extending his hand.

"Glad to meet...Jamey, go put some clothes on, forgodsake," Jim caught a
glimpse of his son, his only garment hanging so low around his slender hips
only the boy's cock, which was obviously hard as a marble dildo, seemed to
be holding them up.

"Jim, I have to say right now, your son is probably the most...do you mind
if I say...beautiful young boy I've ever met," Jan confessed as the two men
appraised one another.

"I'd have to agree with you on that," Jim laughed. "Of course, I'm a bit
biased."

"I thought we might have a bite of breakfast downstairs; the buffet is open
for another half-hour then we'll get acquainted, ask one another a ton of
questions. Then I'll take Jamey over to the dorm to meet his new roommate."
Jan laid out their schedule.  I'll have to leave you around noon; I have
other boys to welcome. The three of you can...

"Three?" Jim questioned.

"Of course, you, your son, and his new roommate...spend the afternoon by
the pool or on the beach."

"This okay?" Jamey returned, still clad in his too-large gym shorts but
having donned a T-shirt and flipflops.

"No, but...I guess they'll have to do," Jim sighed. "Never let an
eleven-year-old pack his own bag," Jim joked. "He not only forgot his swim
trunks, but also his underwear."

"I'll see what I can do," Jan smiled, turning to leave.

"You have a gift shop or something here we could pick out some things for
him?" Jim asked as the three of them headed for the big double doors in the
foyer.

"Not really, but I'll see if some of the boys might be pursuaded to loan
him what he needs," Jan told the distraught father, knowing full well
virtually all the boys on the island could, and would, make such a
contribution never thinking twice about it.

"Is all the food here as good as last night at the buffet?" Jamey asked as
they boarded the elevator down to the ground floor.

"We have a central kitchen, it's all about the same, though we tend to
cater to teenaged appetites, concentrate on healthy choices," Jan
explained.

"Like broccoli? I hate broccoli," Jamey announced. "Ya have pizza?"

"Sometimes," Jan told the boy. Then for the benefit of his father, he
added, "We concentrate on a diet aimed at building strong, young
boy-bodies; but we also know what kids like, and that if they don't like
something, even though it's good for them, they simply won't eat
it. Healthy food dumped in a garbage can does no one any good."

"What about the broccoli?" Jamey insisted upon knowing.

"Occassionally...with lots of cheese," Jan added. "I think you'll like
it. I'm no great fan of the stuff either but I love the way they fix it
here."

Down in the lobby, the breakfast choices had become a bit limited but Jan
managed to scare up some rather dry scrambled eggs, a little bacon, and a
few sausage patties. They were out of orange juice so Jamey had lemonade
while the two men drank coffee. "It won't be long till lunch, we'll fix you
up with something a bit more lavish then."

"Champagne and caviar?" Jamey joked.

"How about root beer and fish sticks," Jan smiled.

"What grade will Jamey be in here?" Jim began the questioning Jan had
spoken of earlier as they ate.

"We don't have grade levels," Jan explained. "Most of our instruction is
computer driven. Once he satisfactorily completes a unit, whatever the
subject, Jamey will move on to new material. Our instruction is
multi-medial, review is automatic, testing is used both to monitor progress
and indicate mastery of the material."

"I'll have my own computer?" Jamey asked hopefully.

"Not unless you brought your laptop along," Jan told the boy. "Otherwise
you'll simply choose one when you go to class, sign in, and begin to
learn. We have computers in the commons area for doing homework and some of
the dorm rooms have computers for that purposee tool."

"Homework!" Jamey exclaimed in disgust.

"For remedial purposes," Jan continued. "If you don't learn something in
class, you'll have to learn it on your own during free time."

"We get recess?" Jamey asked, his mood lightening.

"Well, sort of, though we don't call it that," Jan told him. "We call in
'recreational instruction'."

"Recreational instruction?" Jim repeated in amusement.

"You probably called it Phys-ed when you were eleven," Jan smiled
induligently. "Its mostly team sports instruction...basketball, volleyball,
baseball..."

"No football?" Jamey asked in dismay.

Jan shook his head. "We consider the risk of injury too great. We do have
swimming and wrestling, though, plus weightlifting and treadmills."

"Treadmills?" Jamey laughed. "Wooooo, I can hardly wait,"

"Actually swimming and wrestling are the two most popular sports among the
boys," Jan explained. We have intramural team competitions. Whoa...we
better get moving along, it's almost 10:30," Jan told them, glancing at his
watch. He looked about the lobby then summoned a bellhop. "Bobby, could you
call up and get us a golf cart, it's time we headed over to the dorm."

"How many buildings does the school have?" Jim asked as they got up and
headed outside to the hotel's entry plaza. "Well, just the one, right
now. Classrooms are on the upper level, sleeping accommodations are on the
lower three levels with 'recreational instruction' facilities...pool,
locker rooms underground...we'll see all that later."

"I saw quite a complex of buildings on the far side of the island before we
landed..." Jim began.

"That's the Cox research facility...lots of secret military and medical
research, plus staff lodging," Jan quickly explained. "You're very
observant."

"My mistake, I just though that was the academy campus over there," Jim
appologized.

"I wish," Jan laughed. "Maybe some day, though. We keep growing, getting
more boys every year. Sometimes we have to use the hotel facilities here
for activities the main building can't handle. Ahhh...here we go," Jan
smiled as the cart arrived and the driver handed him the keys.

"Fasten your seat belts and hold on...especially to your breakfast...he's
pretty wild," the good-looking teenage driver winked and smiled.

"And...he's just...pretty," Jan chided the boy. "All looks and no brains."

"He IS quite attractive," Jim London admitted. "In fact, seems like ALL the
staff must have stepped from the pages of GQ...are there no women working
here?"

"No," Jan answered simply as they moved off at something less than a
"pretty wild" pace.

Jim started to ask why not but then decided he already knew the answer.

"More trouble than they're worth...with this many men and boys..." Jan
continued, answering the question he knew to be bouncing around in Jim
London's mind.

"Looks as if ALL the boys forgot to pack a bunch of stuff," Jamey observed
as they passed several groups of boys about his age, each dressed either in
Speedos or shorts of some kind. Not one wore a shirt. He felt overdressed.

"It's a warm climate...hot day," Jan explained as the pulled up in front of
the school.

"MMmmmmm impressive," Jim looked up and about. Across the plaza was a large
complex of four fountains with a flagpole in front and some kind of big,
flowering bush behind which, in the center, were three monolithic cubes
spouting water.

"It's bigger than I figured," Jamey offered his first impression of his
future school and abode.  "I hope it's got elevators."

"It's five stories of concrete, glass, and stone, I just hope they're all
three working," Jan told them, laughing. "The population is kind of sparse
at the moment, the boys must be down on the beach or down at the pool
trying to keep cool.

"What floor will I be on?" Jamey ask as Jan pressed the "up" button.

"You're in room...mmmm..." Jan took a slip of paper from his shirt
pocket. "Looks like 202, and your roommate...is ehh...I'll be damned," he
laughed. "Looks like you'll be rooming with Jason Cox himself."

"Jason Cox...as in Cox Academy?" Jim immediately put one and one together.

"Who's Jason...you mean...? He own this place or something?" Jamey put one
and one together but came up with a different sum.

Jan laughed as the elevator rose up one level. "No...well, not YET
anyway. No, seriously, his dad is Jack Cox, President of the Cox Group and
his granddad is Dr. Steven Mathison, CEO of Cox Pharmaceuticals. How'd you
get so lucky?"

"Lucky?" Jim asked skeptically. It seemed like more than a coincidence.

"Jamey your room is just over here to the left," Jan told them as they got
off the elevator. "I suppose we'll have to hunt up...we call him the 'crown
prince'," Jan said as he knocked lightly on the door.  There was no
answer. Jan took a master key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The
room was neat and clean but also deserted. "I think this will be your bed,"
Jan motion to the single bed to the right of the door. On the floor was a
soft, brownish rug spanning the approximately three feet of space between
the beds. There were also two bookcases plus a folding glass door leading
to a balcony overlooking the beach. Beyond that was the open sea. Jan
stepped outside, scanning the beach in search of Jamey's missing roommate.

"Not very big," Jamey commented, looking around.

"What? You were expecting a five-room suite like back at the hotel?" Jim
London frowned. "Kid, if it's big enough for Jason Cox, it's big enough for
you."

"You guys lookin' for Jason?" A boy of about twelve, clad in only a pair of
white briefs asked, sticking his head through the open doorway. "I think
he's down by the pool."

"Ohhhh shit...." Jan sighed. "Thank you, Mark."

"What's wrong?" Jim asked.

"Uhhhh.....errr...nothing we'll just take the...wait a minute...be right
back," Jan dashed off. "Mark....Mark...wait...I need you to do me a favor."

"What? This better be good, you still owe me a blowjob from the last favor
I did for you, remember?" Mark reminded the handsome Dean of Boys.

"Listen, Mark, I need you to run down to the pool and make sure all the
boys down there have at least a pair of Speedos on, we...we have guests."

"Yeah, I saw him, he's a doll," Mark rolled his eyes. "I tell you what, you
set me up with him and we'll call it even."

"Mark, I'm not sure, but I think he's a virgin," Jan whispered back.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, no shit?" Mark reacted, a smile momentarily crossing his
cute face.

"Listen, get your sweet little ass down there NOW," Jan ordered. "You'll
have to deal with Jason as to any designs you might have for his
roommate. Got that?"

"Right," Mark smiled leacherously and was off in a flash. He took the
circular stairs rather than wait for the elevator.

"I'm sorry for the hold up," Jan appologized. "We'll have a look around up
here...out here is a sort of lounge where the boys hang when they've
nothing else to do. Jan was thankful it was almost deserted at the
moment. "Hanging" was another word for all manner of boysex.

"Looks homey," Jamey noted as Jan almost swallowed his tongue before he
realize Jamey was not referring to homosexual. "Kind of makes up for the
cubbyhole in there."

"And you have a nice view of the plaza. There's a video arcade upstairs and
another commons area on the fourth floor." Jan explained, buying time for
Mark to set the stage for their visit to the pool area.

"How big's the pool," Jamey asked.

"Not large, but big enough, I'm no good at judging distances," Jan
confessed. "It gets a little crowded when the whole dorm decides to swim at
the same time but..." Jan told them, recalling the time when about a
hundred naked boys had a mass pool orgy. Worse, he and other staff members
hadn't been invited to join them. "Come on, let's go see if your new
roommate is down there." Jan herded them back into a different elevator,
pressing the button marked B-2.

"How many basements this place got?" Jamey asked as they moved downward.

"Two levels...I...I guess I should warn you, most of the boys here are in
the habit of swimming nude, so...who knows what we'll find down here," Jan
decided it might be best to prepare his guests for whatever the might
encounter.

The elevator doors slid open. They moved off to the right, the distinct
smell of chlorine meeting their nasal passages.

"It's actually pretty nice...about twelve by twenty, I'd guess," Jim
Londonwas not afraid to estimate.

Jan breathed a sigh of relief. The dozen or so boys all seemed to be
immodestly decent. No cocks or balls were on display, no one was kissing
one another. No one was getting sucked off. "There he is! Jason! We've been
looking all over for you."

"That's where I've been, all over," Jason joked as he joined them. He wore
a skimpy pair of black speedoes and a white t-shirt hanging well past his
crotch, giving the appearance he was otherwise naked. The shirt was dry,
but showing signs of clinging where his slender young boy-body was still
wet.

"Jason, I'd like you to meet your new roommate," Jan introduced
them. "Jamey, this is Jason. Jason, Jamey London."

For a moment which probably lasted two or three seconds but seemed like at
least ten, as Jamey extended his hand, Jason moved not a muscle, stunned by
what he saw. No more than a second before Jamey was about to withdraw his
hand, Jason reached out and grabbed it, shaking it gently, his mouth all
but hanging open.

"Jason, forgodsake, say something, you're embarrasssing me," Jason's former
tutor admonished his sexy young protege.

"Uhhhh...hi...I'm..." Jason suddenly forgot his name.

Jan had to smile. Jamey had elicited the exact, same, stunned reaction from
him the first time they'd met.  "Jason, your name is Jason," Jan teased.

"Jason..." Jason repeated, as if hearing it for the first time, nearly
dumbfounded by the incredibly beautiful eleven-year-old boy who would soon
be sleeping in the same room as he...hell, in the same BED...TONIGHT, if he
could arrange it. "Ohhhhh myyyy godddd, you're...."

"The word I used was beautiful," Jan prompted the tongue-tied pre-teen, who
was no slouch in the looks department himself. Jan smiled to himself. He'd
give his left nut to be a bug on the boys' ceiling tonight.

"I'm Jim London, Jamey's dad," Jim introduced himself since it appeared no
one else was up to the task. He was starting to grow accustomed to the
effect his son had upon the boys of Cox Academy when they first met
him. This was the second time Jamey had left a new acquaintenc
speechless. He wondered to himself if Jamey was ready for such worshipful
sexual adoration. He was glad he wouldn't be around to see, one way or
another.

"My god, Jan, he was gorgeous in his picture but...but now...WOW!"

Jim was suddenly very proud of his son. Without batting an eyelash Jamey
returned the compliment. "You're pretty WOW yourself."

Jan's pager buzzed. "Excuse me," he said as he reached for a nearby wall
phone. He said little more than two or three inaudible words, ending with
"Be there soon as I can."

"You gotta leave us," Jason asked, somewhat alarmed.

"A little...altercation...down on the beach," Jan told them. Actually it
involved three boys over on the main campus, tusseling over a cute new
boy. It happened often the first few days of each new school year as
various older boys staked claim on the younger ones. "Jason, would you show
Jamey and his dad around upstairs, the third, fourth, and fifth floor...?"

"And the roof?" Jason inquired anxiously.

"And the roof. We just installed a skateboarding half-pipe up there for the
boys to scrape their elbows and knees on," Jan sighed. "It's not seen much
use yet."

"Cool, you run along like a good little boy," Jason teased his former
tutor.

"Good little boy?" Jim London repeated Jason's words in amusement as much
as dismay.

"He calls me the 'crown prince.' I call him the 'good little boy'." Jason
laughed as they headed toward the elevator. "This smells like it must be
the pool area, Jason noted the obvious with a broad sweep of his arm as he
continued their tour.

"We were up at the room already," Jamey told the attractive older boy who
was now his roommate. "It's so...little."

"We refer to it as...intimate," Jason joked as they boarded the elevator
along with three very wet and very nearly naked young boys of around eleven
or twelve.

"Gee, it's amazing how...attract...good-looking all the boys are around
here," Jim smiled as he drank in the boyish beauty crowded in beside them.

"Thank you sir," one of the boys smiled.

"We have special pills for that," Jason joked. Cox Pharm hadn't yet gone
quite that far but Jason guessed they were working on it.

"We're going up for our afternoon...'beauty rest'," a second added.

"I'm Eddie, by the way," the third boy introduced himself, extending his
hand to Jamey who meekly shook it. "This is Tommie and that's Andy. They're
roommates." He stopped short of calling them "fuck-buddies," which they
were.

"They're in the room next door to us," Jason completed the introductions as
the elevator stopped on the second floor, where the three boys got off.

"Excuse me, I'm guessing they are a little MORE than that," Jim suggested
boldly once they were alone.

Jason blushed, nodding. "Queer as two queens of spades," he acknowledged.

"That happen a lot around here?" Jim questioned as they got off the
elevator on the third floor.

"I beg your pardon?" Jason said politely.

"Boys, falling in love?" Jim asked more succinctly this time.

"I...uhh, really couldn't say," Jason diplomatically avoided the question
with the same verbal skill he'd seen Jan demonstrate many time. He guessed
it wouldn't be proper to confirm that it happened ALL the time.

"They make a cute couple," Jamey smiled, eyeing his father, wondering how
he was handling the subtle, gay undercurrent gradually becoming apparent as
they saw more of the school and the boys who would soon become his friends.