Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 20:40:04 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox, Chapter 15

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. Though there is
some mention of some of the characters from the earlier stories all the
people in this story are new characters.

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.


JACKIN' JACK COX

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


"Looks like he's enjoying himself; look at the shit-eatin' grin on his
face," Orin laughed as he, Ely, and Ien watched Jack blissfully enjoying
the ancient Orgasmatic dream machine.

"That's the look of sexual pleasure. I see it all the time when we test new
software on the Eroticon," Vince Astor observed. "See that...that needle,
slowly rising...wavering...ooooOOoooooooo...whoa, ejaculation alert, stand
back," Vince laughed backing off just as Jack's superheated boy-cock
erupted with a tremendous geyser of thin, but exuberant semon. "Oohhhha
yeah, another one...and another, god this is a triple feature...ahhahhhh
fuccckkkk FOUR ejaculations...and copious oozing now."

"Should we awaken him, you're machine obviously still works," Ien worried.

"You do and he'll never forgive you," Vince laughed. "If you just had a wet
dream like that, would YOU want someone to end it all for you?"

"His other body signs normal?" Ien questioned, looking over the dials and
gauges as best he knew how.  Some of the labels over the guages were
missing, some barely legible, and others completely meaningless.

"Normal? Fuck, no, the kid just had one hell of an orgasm, you expect ANY
of them to read normal?" Vince smiled induligently.

"Nothing alarming?" Ien countered.

"Yeah, YOU," Vince Astor eyed the incredibly beautiful teenaged PhD
candidate. "These things are not designed to be aborted."

"What do you mean?" Ien asked, though he had a pretty good idea.

"The sequence begins with a sleep mode. It ends in a sleep mode. It's a
nice, gentle, perfectly safe entry and exit into what is, in fact, a
totally separate reality," Vince explained as patiently as he knew how even
as he continued a careful monitoring of the blinking mechanisms. "He
doesn't realize he's dreaming doesn't recall anything about his waking
state, only his language functions, auditory, sexual, sensual, and visual
recognition functions remain intact."

"Will he remember what he's experiencing now?" Orin asked.

"Ah-haaa, that's the sixty-four million credit question!" Vince grew
serious. "Opinion among the staff is divided. We'll know in an hour or two
when the program ends. The literature is unclear on that point. With the
Eroticon, the answer is, yes. My guess is he will have total recall with
the Orgasmatic, but keep in mind, this is a dream state, while the Eroticon
is virtual reality. Do you remember your dreams when you wake up?"

"I do," Ely joined in the conversation. "At least for a little while."

"Precisely," Vince smiled down at the boy, feeling his cock grow hard just
looking at the sweetly beautiful boy-child. "We think Jack will too and in
any case, we think we can intensify the experience so the memory element
will become permanent, if not with the existing software we're using now,
then certainly with that which we create using the Facilitator.

"Can we see this...facilitator?" Ien asked as he watched his boy's
beautiful young face once more light up in sexual pleasure.

"Yeah, in your dreams," Vince Astor eyed him suspiciously. "EroticomInc has
slapped a secret shroud over the facilitator that would make your...time
machine security look like cheesecloth.."

"Time machine?" Orin looked at Ien in dismay.

"Don't ask," Ien warned, a tinge of anger in his voice. Vince Astor was a
loose cannon insofar as CoxInc was concerned, knowing far too much with far
too little or no interest in limiting his words.

"He's SMILING again," Ely giggled boyishly, backing off lest Jack once more
cut loose with another cum shower. "Whoaaaa...look at him go! GAWD, what a
blast!"


Jack was in deep, his six-inch boy-cock was stroking hard and fast, his
aching, naked, sexual pleasure growing more and more insistent by the
second. "Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh fuck,ohhhhhfuckoohhhhfuckfuckfuckfuck
ahgheaoeihoaiehoih fuccckkkk!"

"Do it son, do it, do it, do it to him, breed my cute little fuckboy, give
him your seed, fill his ass, ohhhh yeah, god, you two...you're beautiful
together, beautiful to see, beautiful to watch..." Petrous gasped as he
furiously fucked his son's Teutonic blond boy-toy.

"We fuck good," Erich or Derich, whichever one was getting his ass plowed
by Petrous' massive mancock cried out in soaring sexual pleasure. "Fuck
good, fuck good, fuck good, feeel good, fuck me good, fuck me good, fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Ohhhh yeah, you're gettin' fucked," Petrous redoubled his efforts, moving
into the boy now with incredible power and precision.

On the opposite side, Jack was getting as good as he gave, his own blond
pleasure boy hammering his ass with growing speed and depth. "I fuck in
you, I fuck in you, I fuck hard in you...fuck in you, fuck in
you...ahhahhah fuckkkk in youuuuuu...!" the boy cried out in creeping
ecstasy as his cum neared the boiling point.

"Harder, harder, harder, do it to me harder, make me feel life...make me
feel it...feel good...feel goood, soooo good...aogahoeirhoi fuck me,
soooooooo gooood," little Lucius whimpered as Jack gave him all he had,
pistoning in and out of the little boy with such ease he could hardly
believe it.

Jack was starting to wish he'd picked Lucius rather than his pale, lithely
slender young twins. Yet his exquisitely beautiful Germanic twin was
literally fuckin' his ass with such incredible power, Jack knew he'd be
blasting off yet again in just moments. "Ahahhahh god, your hot little
asshole, sooo fuckin' tight, soooo fuckin' hot, soooo fuckin' smooth...so
slick, ahghhahehr fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum in you any second, little
guy, you're doin' it to me, both of you...oahhghahh fuck, the feeling, the
feeling, bettter
than...than...AHHAHEHRHHAHEHIRIEAOGHEHHAHEHRHEHHIGHGHAOEIHGOHGHHGH!" Jack
suddenly screamed his orgasmic ecstasy, feeling his blond Teutonic
powerhouse explode a load of cum in his ass just as his own cock was doing
inside Lucius. "CUMMING, CUMMMING..AHHAHHEHHRH FUCK, CUMMING AND CUMMING
AND CUMMING, AHGOEAIHEORH GOD, THE FEELING, FEELS LIKE A ZILLION
FIRECRACKERS GOING OFF, AGHOAIEHROIHOIHOI FUCK ME, BOYS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
KEEP FUCKIN' ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, AHGOEIAHOEIRHOIH
FUCCCCKKKK...OAHEHHAHERHHHHH FUCK, I CAN'T BELIEVE...AGHOAIOERIHOA THE
FEELING, THE FEELINGS, HARDER, FASTER, FUCK HARDER AND FASTER, DEEPER,
DEEPER IN ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM IN ME, KEEP SHOOTING YOUR CUM IN
ME...AGHOEAIEHROIAH FEELING IT, FEELING IT, FEELING IT BETTER AND BETTER
AND...AGHAHOEIRHOAIHEOHGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" Jack cried out as he
nearly lost consciousness from the repeated powerful jolts of orgasmic
pleasure searing his brain with each spasm of ejaculating ecstasy.

"Sextus, you alright?" Petrous asked as he felt his own orgasm threatening
to explode any second.

"Yeah," Jack gasped, breathing deep and hard, his cock still embedded in
Lucious, his German pleasure boy still lodged deep in his own ass. "Don't
move, don't anyone move, I want this feeling to last forever," he told his
pleasure slaves.

"aooOAREGGHIAIGHHHHHHHHH...HHAHEOAIEOOIRHNGGHHHAHAHH...GOEAOOEOIIAIEHHGHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Petrous grunted out his own blast of orgasmic pleasure, launching his first
spasm of Roman sperm deep within his slender, lightly-muscled pleasure
boy. "OOAHHEHRHHAEHRHH FUCCCCKKKK...BY THE GODS,
AHGOAIEHROIHAOIEHOAIHHAHEHROIH," Petrous cut loose a second blast of
ejaculating sperm into his boy, "AahehhaoOEHHEIAOEIHOEIHROIH FUCCCK,
AGAINNNNNNNN...AOEOOHGHOAOIHEORIHOAHHOHA...AND
AGAINNNNNNNNNNN....AHEHOAHEORIH GOD, TAKE IT BOY, TAKE IT, TAKE MY
SPERM...OAOOGHOEIAHEORI FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YOU'RE RIGHT, WE FUCK
GOOOOOOODDDD!" Petrous cried out in ecstasy as he collapsed down over the
boy, driving his massive mancock still deeeper into his boy's pleasure
passage.

"I CUM, I CUM, I CUM TOO, I CUMMMMM...AHGHHAHEHRH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK, KEEP FUCK ME, KEEP FUCK ME, HARD...HARD...KEEP FUCK
ME...AHGHEHAOEIRHOAIHEROIHAHHEHHHH HARD," Petrous' blond sexual masterpiece
cried out as his master's final, deepest, ejaculating thrust triggered his
own massive eruption of liquid sexual pleasure, soaking the sheets beneath
him. "OOAEHHHHAFRUJJNNNNGGHHHHHHH...HOAEOOAIEHRHHHGHHGHHH.....HHAHERH MORE,
MORE, MORE, FUCK MORE, FUCK MORE, MORE,MORE,MOREMOREMOREMOREMORE!"

"Hooooohhahahhh gawd, Erich, you're incredible...fucccckkkkkkkkkkk,"
Petrous gasped as his orgasm slowly ebbed inside the boy.

"I Derich," the boy corrected him as he struggled to breath beneath the
weight of his sexual master.

"I must have Erich, then," Jack smiled over his shoulder as his blond twin
slowly withdrew. "We'll have to get them golden tags... a gold one for
Erich, silver for Derich, so we'll know which one we're fuckin'."

"No, two gold ones, a big episilon for Erich, a big delta for Derich,"
Petrous asserted as he slowly withdrew from his beautiful, young German
boy. "Sextus, I think maybe you got the better part of this deal, your
twins are...exquisite...a matched set, down to the last detail...even their
cocks...and still hard, too."

"I was about to agree, except your little one is...god, I could eat
him...lick him, taste him, suck him alive," Jack smiled, still kissing the
sweet little boy in his arm as he slowly withdrew his cock. "Have a nice
little orgasm, their guy?"

"I touch the sky," the boy smiled up at him, kissing him again and
again. "You fuck me good. You fuck me again?"

"Hey, little angel, remember who your master is," Petrous gently chided the
little boy. "Give me back my fuck-boy, before he jumps on that big hot cock
of yours again."

"We...wash now?" Erich pleaded, eyeing the round sunken bath across the
room."

"Of course," Petrous smiled. "Your boys are learning Latin very well."

"Fucking is kind of a universal language," Jack smiled up at his father as
the two watched their slave boys immerse their cum-coated young boy-bodies
into the warm waters of the bath.

"Shall we join them?" Jack suggested.

His father leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Only if we want to flood
the place," Petrous advised. "Our...tub runneth over."

"Thank you, thank you, my best birthday ever," Jack smiled up at his father
even as he felt the man's fingers close around his again slowly hardening
cock.

"You are more beautiful than any of them...even Lucius. My own son, fruit
of my loins?"

"And what about my mother?" Jack dared to venture into unknown territory.

"She was beautiful too, but not as beautiful as you," Petrous told him as
he gently began stroking Jack's rigid boy-cock. "I wish you could have
known her. But she gave her life giving YOU life...fair exchanged."

"You gonna make me cum again?" Jack changed the subject, his curiosity
satisfied, realizing he was treading on painful memories.

"You WANT to cum again?"

"Does your cock rise in the east?" Jack teased.

"And sinks in the west," Petrous added, "CAN you cum again?"

"Watch me," Jack retorted as he lay back in his father's arms, feeling the
pleasure once more surge in his loins.

"Feel good," Petrous kissed his son's lips.

"Beautiful," Jack sighed, gazing into his father's loving eyes and kind
face. "You know what I like."

"Ever since you were four years old," Petrous smile down at him. "You were
a horny little fucker even then."

"You do it to me good," Jack whispered back. "I love you soooooo much."

"I love you even more," Petrous told his son, kissing him again and again
as he lovingly gave him growing sexual pleasure.

"Feels good, father," Jack returned kiss for kiss. "Keep doin' it to me
like that...mmmmm...yeahhhh...like that...feels sooooo goood."

"Like this?" Petrous began stroking his son's burgeoning boy-cock a bit
faster.

"Faster, harder," Jack cooed in blissfully growing pleasure, swelling up
deep within his loins. "I love it when you do that, when you make me feel
like this ahghhahehhh god, better and better and better."

"Yes, yes, yes, son, feel it, feel the feeling, feel the pleasure my hand's
giving your beautiful, hard, young boy-cock. Feel how good it feels...feel
your sperm rising, feel your pleasure getting stronger and strongere,
oahahhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, my son, feel it, feel it, feeeeeeelllll
itttt..."

"Keep doin' it...keep doin' it like that, keep doin' it to me like that,
father, make me cum, make me cum, make me shoot my cummmmm...don't stop,
don't stop, don't ever stop, just keep jackin' me, keep amkin me feel it,
keep making me feel good...oaohehhahehrh yes, yes, sooo good, soooo
beautiful, father, more, more, harder, faster, do it to me, do it to me,
keep...keep...keep doin it...it...aghhahehroihh fuck, father, gettin' me
there, gettin' me close, gonna do it, gonna do it to me, I can feel it, I
can feel it getting stronger, rising up inside me, yes, yes, gonna do
it...gonna do it, gonna make me cummm...make me cummmm...make
me...CUMMMMMMM...AHGHEOIAOOERIHO FUCK, MAKIN' ME CUM, FATHER, MAKIN' ME
CUM, MAKIN' ME CUM HARRRDDDD...GHAHHHHH YES, YES, KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP
STROKIN' ME, STROKIN' MY COCK, KEEP MAKIN' ME FEEL IT, SHOOTIN' MY SPERM,
AHGHEHAHEHRHHH FUCCCK...SOOO GOOD, SOOO HARD, SOOOO MUCH...AHGHHHAHHH
YESSS...YESSSS... YESSSsssss!!"

"YES, YES, YES, DO TI MY SON, DO IT, DO IT, SHOOT YOUR CUM, BOY, SHOOT YOUR
CUM, SHOOT YOUR CUM, KEEP SHOOTIN' YOUR CUM...AHHAHHAHH YES, YES, YOU'RE
SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU ORGASM, AHGHEHHAH YEAH, SOOO MCUH, SO MUCH CUM,
AHGHHAHEHHH HYEAH, NICE ONE, QUINTO...SEX...SEPTEM, OCTO...AHHAHHHHHHH
FUCK, YOU CAN SHOOT MORE THAN YOUR FATHER...I NEVER GO BEYOND
QUARTO...OHHHHAHH SEXTUS, SEXTUS, THE SWEET LOOK ON YOUR FACE, SOOO
BEAUTIFUL, SO....SOOO...AHHHHH SO SWEET, SOOOO SWEET...sleep...sleep
now...feell the pleasure in your dreams...soooo beautifullll...."


Jack opened his eyes. He could see nothing. He felt wet. He lifted the
visor from his eyes. His eyes met Ien's, then Ely's.

"How was it?" Ien asked softly.

"Beautiful," Jack sighed, rubbing his eys, removing the headset.

"Now, before you forget, tell us everything that you can...all you
remember," Ien probed.

"Easy...that's not necessary," Vince cautioned. "He'll remember."

"Ancient Rome...my father, Petrous, my mother died giving me life. Pleasure
slaves, twins, Erich, Derich...and a little boy
named...named...Lucien...no...Lucius," Jack recalled.

"He remembers," Vince announced smuggly.

"He's having problems though...remembering," Ien noted. "What happened in
your dream?

"My father gave me two German slave boys for my birthday...Erich and
Derich...Lucius was his boy...novem annos..."

"Nine years old," Vince translated.

"We fucked," Jack told them.

"Obviously," Ely laughed, wiping up the cum from Jack's slender, naked
abdomen.

"The twins sucked me off..." Jack continued.

"Together or individually," Vince asked, furiously scribbling notes.

"Together...at the same time...god, what a...we gotta try that sometime, he
told Ely...we'll find another boy."

"Then what?" Ien probed, trying not to push too hard.

"I...I think I fucked Lucius...yeah, the little guy...god, he was
cute...while one of the twins fucked me...no Petrous...that was my dad...he
sucked off Lucious first, then...I forget...ohhhh...yeah, then he fucked
one of my boys...Erich...or was it Derich...I can't remember but...man, I
won't soon forget the orgasms, man, I musta shot a gallon and a half of
cum..."

"Ten millileters," or thereabouts," Vincent informed him. "Anything else
you remember?"

"Darius...and another, older slave, Mar...cus...yeah, Marcus...and this
gorgeous mural on the wall of a hundred naked boy slying around this pool
all fuckin' each other, Jack exaggerated slightly, knowing there was no one
to contradict him."

"Please, Jack, we want you to try and REMEMBER all this...every detail,"
Ien pleaded. "We'll ask you about it again later."

"There's gonna be a test on this?" Jack asked in alarm. "You didn't tell me
I had to take a test.  I hate tests."

"Mr. Astor, you just earned your first four-million," Ien handed him a
credit chip. "Give him the satchel over there," Ien told Ely. "You've got
your work cut out for you tonight, that...Facilitator thing better fuckin'
work at LEAST as well as your sexy little toy here."

"Deal," Vince accepted the chip.

"Ely, you wanna find another boy and try a double suck just like in my
dream?" Jack proposed as they left the lab.

"No," Ien told both boys flatly. "We're going back to CoxInc and hit the
books," Ien informed Jack abruptly.

"But...but I thought," Jack began to object.

"Look, kid, in just over thirty-six hours you're going to lying out stark
naked on the beach in 1962 again, not a cent to your name, no clothes, no
food, like a newborn baby...but one with sweet face, a killer body, and a
hard, throbbing, cock to die for. Other than that, the only think you'll
have going for you is you're going to know the future. You won't, we hope,
be able to change it much...if at all, but..."

"Alright, already," Jack complained loudly enough to turn the heads of
people as they descended the escalater to the main lobby of EroticomInc.

"See ya," Ely waved meekly as he and his husband headed off toward their
tower while Jack and Ien took the mover heading back toward CoxInc.

"Why didn't you put your clothes back on?" Ien asked him suddenly.

"Why didn't I...gees, I guess I forgot," Jack looked down, forcing an
embarrassed, self-conscious smile. At least his cock wasn't hard...not
completely anyway. "People are staring, aren't they?" Jack murmurred
softly, afraid to make eye contact with anyone they passed.

"Some of them," Ien smiled down at Jack, "Some of them. Just smile back."

"Jack did. In fact he winked at one really cute boy a little younger than
himself as they passed. The boy almost fell of the mover.

"Smile at them, I didn't say FLIRT with them," Ien tried not to laugh,
though he did find the whole situation amusing.

"Why do we gotta go back and hit the books? I thought that machine was
going to take care of all the shit I gotta know when I go back," Jack
complained.

"Look, Jack, let me clue you in," Ien began as they got off the mover and
headed for the CoxInc airdoor. "First of all, your friend Mr. Astor charges
by the hour, near as I can tell, about half a million credits an
hour. Those archives we left with him will end up costing CoxInc roughly
three million credits to run through the Facilitator. They're important,
but the really important stuff, the CRITICAL stuff we're doing the old
fashioned way, not putting all our chips in one bin, so to speak."

"Eggs in one basket," Jack translated Ien's words into 20th-century
English.

"Poultry eggs, I presume," Ien guessed. "Is that where the saying came
from?"

"I...err...believe so," Jack shrugged as they crossed the gleaming atrium
lobby heading for the lifters.

"And a lot of what we didn't give Astor is pretty trivial...stuff that your
knowing might be handy, but not critical, the names of your grandchildren,
for instance," Ien continued. "What we're basically doing is comparing your
learning visually...the old-fashioned way...god, VERY old-fashioned...on a
number of parameters to the results and retention rates Astor comes up
with. If his methods are exceptional...or even viable, we'll likely used
them for other purposes. If not, at least we'll know."

"When will you know?" Jack questioned as the boarded the lifter.

"Fuuuuuck, look at that kid's cock," Jack heard someone behind him whisper
too loudly.

"You like it, it's all yours," Jack turned and told the guy.

"Jack, be good," Ien admonished softly, then glanced over his shoulder, at
one of the interns in the Registry Department. "He...forgot his clothes."

"Must make it convenient for you," the young man noted to Ien's chagrin.

Jack giggled. "You didn't answer my question," he reminded Ien.

"You go back to EroticomInc first thing tomorrow morning, another
treatment...four...probably closer to five hours, then we begin to poke
around in that dirty little mind of yours. As for how successful this will
all be, you'll be the first to know."