Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 02:09:12 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 32

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 THIRTY-TWO


Although Des's birthday pool party wasn't supposed to start until 6:30, the
doorbell rang about six. "I knew there'd be some horny little early birds,"
Jared told Doc Mathison as he left the folding table in the broad, entry
foyer of "The Cliffs" to answer the door. He could see at least three boys
waiting on the deck outside. "Len, Alec, Axel, Freddie, I knew you little
fucks would be the first ones here," Jared greeted them all playfully by
name as each boy came inside, gawking and gaping about, having not been in
the main part of the palatially maodern house before. As donors, they'd
always been admitted from the beach side straight to the lab. Three of the
boys were clad in shorts with colorful t-shirts and sandles. Freddie wore
only flipflops and blue jeans over his obscenely brief Speedos. Immediately
the boys started pulling their shirts over their heads.

"WOW, what a crib! Len gasped looking around.

"Where's Des?" Alex asked as he tucked his shirt into the waistband of his
trunks.

"You guys line up here, we're gonna take this marker and write your first
names on your bare chests, so you'll know each other and we can more easily
identify your bodies if you drown," Jared told the boys as he neatly
labeled Freddie's well-tanned, twelve-year-old chest.

"That tickles," Freddie giggled as he looked down at his "name tag."

"Hey, wait, don't you guys go getting naked yet," Jared stopped Alec from
stripping down.  We want to get a group picture of Des and all you guys out
by the pool before the fucking starts."

"That's A-X-E-L," Axel spelled out his name as Jared engraved it on the
boy's broad, well-defined, fourteen-year-old, naked chest. It was all Jared
could do to keep from mollesting the wildly seductive creature before him.

"Where's the bar?" Alec inquired, looking about as Jared neatly printed his
name on the sweetly beautiful little thirteen-year-old, who, with his
longish hair and slender, immature little boy-body could easily pass for a
girl, especially in that he was more than a little effeminate.

"Alright, who'd I miss?" Jarred looked about, "...Len, get your cute little
fuckin' ass back here, you ain't got branded yet." Len Harris was far and
away the most beautiful boy of the whole bunch, his medium length, wavy,
brown hair framing the most exquisite face and dark, long-lashed eyes Jared
had ever seen.

"Just don't put Lenard," Len requested. "I hate that name."

"You cum yet today?" Jared whispered to the boy.

Len shook his head. "I was saving it all for you...and Doc." He smiled so
beautifully Jared couldn't resist leaning over and kissing the boy.

"Thanks, I can't wait," Jared whispered back. "There's punch and snacks
over there," he pointed, guessing that Doc had taken liberties with the
punch. Jared wanted his favorite young boy-lover horny as hell when he
found the time to enjoy him.

"You spike the punch?" Len guessed.

"Drink lots, it's good for you," jared winked, then addressed the mingling
group of half-naked stud-muffins, "Hey, you guys, before you get too horny,
check out the sign...the rules, and don't think we for a second won't
enforce them, especially the one about drowning.

"This the right place?" it was Mark Maris, one of the older boys. He'd come
inside without ringing the bell.

"Ohhhhh yeah...fuck yeah, god, you're gorgeous today," Jared greeted
him. "Get your shirt off, we're writing names on everyone's chests so
you'll know who you're fucking," Jared instructed as Mark complied.

"Everyone pretty well knows ME," Mark objected as Jared printed the boy's
name neatly on his left pec, then kissed this boy too. Mark reached for his
head and held their lips together for several seconds as their tongues got
acquainted. "Mmmm, you ain't lost your touch. I'm gettin' hard already."

"Well, just keep your pants on Romeo, we wanna get a picture of everyone
before you get indecent. "Punch bowl's over there."

"Punch bowl? Fruit juice? No fuckin' beer?" Mark objected. "I think I'll
fuckin' leave right now."

"Forget it, you know Doc well enough to know he ain't gonna get arrested
giving you fucksticks alcohol," Jared smacked Mark on the back sending him
on his way to a beverage concoction probably far more illegal than
beer. "Well, five down, forty-five more to go," Jared mumbled to himself as
he saw two more boys come in, the gorgeously beautiful Teddy Bates and his
friend whom Jared couldn't recall at the moment. "Hey, guys how's it
hangin'?" He greeted them both. "Get your shirts off, we're giving you each
tattoos with your name on your chest," Jared joked.

"Cool," Teddy acquiessed as Jared did his best calligraphy on the boy's
naked chest.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember your name...I should know it...damn," Jared
struggled to connect a name to the boy strikingly attrative face.

"Terrence, Terrence Dorman," the slender, well-built boy supplied his name.

"THAT'S right, now I remember...one hell of a fuckin' cocksucker, right?"
Jared recalled the boy's talented lips and appetite for male sperm. "How
old are you now, kid?"

"Fifteen. That's okay, right? Fifteen's not too old?" the boy worried.

"Fifteen is perfect. You two lovers?" Jared suspected.

"Fuckin' right, he's got more of my cum in his belly than I got in my
balls," Teddy joked. "Where's the little birthday boy?"

"He and Jack are down on the beach," Jared informed the two. "Jack's
keeping him out of the way and occupied till everyone gets here. Over
there, drinks are on the house...well, on the bar, actually, we didn't have
ladders tall enough to climb up on the roof."

"Here come three more," Terrence nodded as more guests arrived--four,
actually.  "Hey, guys, get your shirts off, you gotta get your name on your
chests," Terrence instructed the newcomers, almost before they were in the
door. "Fuck, the're just little kids..." He looked down on Mick Richards,
Eddie Holmes, a blond-headed Devon Hayes, and Eustice's Hammond. "You
little fuckers old enough to shoot your cum yet?"

One by one the boys looked about, intimidated both by the oppulent
surrundings and their reception by an older boy none of them knew. "Don't
mind him, he's just worried he won't get any," Jared told the boys as each
one got half naked and got their names added to their sexy little
boy-bodies.  "Keep your pants on until we get a group pic taken then..."

"Were we supposed to bring birthday presents?" little Eustace inquired as
Jared checked his guest list for the correct spelling of the boy's name. "I
think you're just being here will be present enough," Jared sought to ease
the sweet little eleven-year-old's mind. Just seeing the boys one by one
come in had his cock so hard it was downright painful.

"Remember me, Phillip Boron?" Jared heard a voice behind him. He turned
around to face a breathtakingly beautiful boy of about fifteen, his shirt
already off, his pants half-way unbutton, a tiny patch of pubic hair barely
visible.

"Hooooo my GAWD, how could I forget," Jared took the boy in his arms,
kissing him, all but raping him right there on the spot. "Damn, you get
more beautiful every day," Jared held the boy at arms length, then kissed
him again."

"I got a ton of cum saved up, hope this ain't a dud," Phillip forced a
smile as Jared finally got around to printing the boys's name.

"Two Ls...P.H.I.L.L.I.P," the decliciously beautiful boy spelled it out for
him, as he felt Jared fondle and carress his boyish "six-pack" of naked
abdominal boyflesh.

"There's drinks and food over there," Jared told the boy, pointing to a
buffet table on the deck overlooking the broad, expansive, glistening
pool."

"Good heavens, they're starting to line up outside, go let'em in," Doc
observed in near panic. "People might drive by and wonder what's going on.

"Doc, this place is on a cul-du-sac. There's a gate and guard at the other
end of the drive, ain't nobody gonna...drive by," Jared laughed as he
headed for the door.

"Hey, Jared my man, what's happening?" Bobby Watson, a cute
fourteen-year-old greeted him. "Your cock hard yet?" As if asking wasn't
enough he copped a feel to find that, indeed, it was hard.

"Save it for later, Bobby, right now get your shirt off, Doc will write a
name tag on your chest.

"Can we get naked now?" Bobby asked stripping off his shirt, then reaching
for his belt.

"Later, after we take some pics with Des and you guys out by the pool,"
Jared instructed for what seemed like the two-hundredth time. "Come on in
boys, Urich, Winston, Davey, and...Lexus? I thought you said you couldn't
make it."

"I got horny and decided what the hell," Lexus said as he followed the lead
of the boys in front of him and started stripping down.

"Leave the pants on till later," Jared told him sharply. "And mind your
fuckin' manners, so help me, if you start anything I'll..."

"I promise, I'll be...hoooooo shit, look at this place," Lexus gaped about,
"Doc really knows how to live."

"This is Urich...U.R.I.C...is it H or K? Jared introduced the quiet,
soft-spoken blond, thirteen-year-old to Dr. Mathison.

"Urich, with an H," the delicately featured young boy told Doc shyly.

"And this little guy is Winston Cash. He's fourteen," Jared introduced the
second boy in a line that kept getting longer as one boy after another
arrived and came on in the open front doors. "I know he doesn't look a day
over eleven but..."

"I remember this one," Doc greeted Davey Logan as he finished with Winston
and jotted "Davey" across the chest of the girlish looking boy. "Kid, if
you get any more...beautiful...don't be insulted, no other word fits."

"I'm not, Doc, I enjoy being beautiful." Davey told him as he looked down
at this chest to make sure Doc had included an 'e' in his name.

"And this...this is Lexus," Jared announced in a none-too-friendly
tone. "He gives you any trouble, just drown him in the pool, then we'll
throw his carcus off the balcony for the sharks."

"Hey, fuck you, Anderson," Lexus reacted. "I already told you, I took a
'johnnybgood' pill before a came."

"Yeah, right," Jared sighed, his voice nearly a sneer in tone. "Let's see,
who we have next, ahh...Will...uhhh...Will Roman, right?" Without his list
handy Jared was having to recall each boy's name from memory.

"Will...glad you could come," Doc greeted the attractive young brown-haired
boy.  "How old are you, Will?"

"It's not Roman, it's Ranson, and I'm thirteen," Will corrected, eyeing
Jared with distain.  "And after all the cum I've shot for you guys..."

"I'm sorry, of course, how could we forget," Doc appologized to the
deliciously beautiful young boy. "Jared, you better get your list, before
we have a riot here."

"And this is Jay Louis," Jared introduced the tall,
fifteen-year-old. "You're fifteen, right?"

"Going on twenty-three," Jay told Doc brightly. "How old are you? You ever
get your PhD in cocksucking?"

"Just you wait, you'll find out before the night's over," Doc grinned at
the boy Jared had assured him was the house comedian for the evening.

"And this handsome young man is Cadence Rowland," Jared introduced the next
boy. "Cadence, take off your sweater, it's warm enough, I don't think
you'll need it tonight.

"I'm fifteen," Cadence told Doc without being asked, having heard the
earlier name and age routine.

"Cadence...interesting name...I like it," Doc smiled. "Listen, son, Jared
tells me you're not too fond of...fems. Is that true?"

Cadence shrugged silently, not having expected a lecture almost before he
got in the front door.

"Well, young man, there are two or three...maybe more here who...well,
let's just say they're kind of...sweet. You understand?" Doc continued.

"I can take a hint," Cadence nodded soberly.

"You do like boys, right?" Doc questioned.

"It's girls I'm not too fond of...or boys who think they're girls." Cadence
explained.

"I understand," Doc nodded. "I know you'll be on your best behavior...no
trouble, right?"

Cadence nodded in silence then headed toward the buffet.

"I'm more worried about him than your friend Lexus," Doc confessed softly
to Jared. "Who we have next?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll remember this one, Flip...Flip Zolly...our biggest
donor," Jared hugged the young thirteen-year-old. "You didn't cum today did
you?"

"Just once...a little, when I woke up with a boner this morning," Flip
admitted. "I tried not to shoot very much."

"Right," Jared sighed. "Food's over there," he pointed.

"Some of these boys I recognize, most I feel like I've never seen before,"
Doc whispered to Jared as the next boy approached. "You're
Ruben...uhhh...Casterlox, right?"

"Glox...CasterGLOX," the boy corrected.

"Twelve, right?" Doc recalled as he wrote the boy's name on his
chest. "Leave your pants on until after the pictures," Doc added as he
noticed the boy's jeans creeping lower and lower around his slender
hips. The kid obviously wore no trunks or underwear.

"And what's your name, little boy, I forget," Jared asked the next in line,
a pretty little dark-haired sweetheart who looked to be even younger than
Des.

"I'm Roman...Roman Easton. I'm twelve," The boy recited his personal
statistics as Doc printed his first name on his chest. "We allowed to...you
know...do stuff with each other...you know...naked...naked stuff?" he asked
shyly.

"Stuff?" Doc teased the boy.

"Fuck and suck and stuff," Roman whispered back softly.

"Sure, just don't waste your cum, okay..." Doc whispered back. "Jared will
pass out little bottles for you to clean up your cum when you shoot.

"I don't shoot much...a little...a few drops," The young boy-child
explained softly.

"Don't worry about it, whatever you can contribute will be most
appreciated." Doc confided softly to the boy.

"This here cute little imp is Stormy Wyles," Jared introduced the next
bare-chested teen. "He's fourteen. Watch yourself around him, he's probably
got a woopie cushion hidden on him somewhere. "Maybe we should have a strip
search before we even let him in," Jared teased the good-natured boy. "If
he wasn't so damned fuckin' cute, someone would have assassinated him years
ago."

"I got my body guard here, he protects me," Stormy gazed up adoringly at
the boy behind him, Wes Wright. "Just look at all them muscles. No one
messes with me when he's around."

"Yes, I've always admired Wes' physique," Doc looked the boy over from head
to toe. "Fourteen, right?"

"Almost fifteen...next week." Wes proclaimed, flexing his abs more than a
little, "We take care of each other."

"Yes, I've seen the way he takes care of you," Jared smiled. "Next, move
along, hey...Avery my man," Jared greeted the next boy, gifted with a
lovely smiling face and an inordinant amount of wavy blond hair down to his
shoulders. "Doc, this is our NEWEST donor...just started last week...a
little watery but...pretty good quantity, though."

"Welcome to The Cliffs," Doc greeted the boy, shaking his tiny
hand. "Jared, how do you do it? These kids just keep getting cuter...more
beautiful with every one that comes in."

"It's a gift," Jared winked at his boss. "And this is Tim Thomas, and he's
about the horniest fucker on the planet," Jared introduced the next boy
with his black "wife-beater" and thong-like bikini. Tim didn't take off his
shirt, he simply shrugged one shoulder strap halfway down his arm to give
Doc room to print his name. On his head was a reversed baseball cap. He was
cute, but no one would have ever guessed he was gay.

"It's Tim, not Timmy," Tim demanded. "When's the fuckin' start?"

"Soon as everyone gets here, get's checked in, and Des gets up here." Jared
informed the boy.

"How many more?" Doc asked as he noticed there was only two boys left in
what had been a long line of delicious looking boyflesh.

"Uhhh...This is Dougie Perry and this is Lee Thames, that leaves
uhhhhh...Ward Lowe, Pete Paulson, Randy my cousin (he's never on time for
anything), John Evans, Basil Long, Ty Taylor, Jupiter Wilson, little Lance
Parsons, Rufus Evans, The Ailes twins, Robin and Raven, Barry Stevens,
Steve Peterson, Mick Richards, Pat Eckert, Eddie Holmes, Devon Hayes, Reese
Hazelton, and Stu Sampson. He was one of the 'Maybes'." Jared began
counting off the missing. "...eighteen, nineteen, twenty...little less than
half aren't here yet and it's almost six."

"We'll wait a few more minutes," Doc decided, "then you can take the
elevator down and retrieve Jack and Des," he instructed Jared. "You think
Des suspects anything?"

"Oh, probably, he's a smart little fucker...smart as he is cute," Jared
added. "But he's too polite to let on, he wouldn't want to ruin it for
you. Ahhh...look, a couple more...Reese and Devon...and finally... Randy,
where the fuck you been, kid?" Jared asked his thirteen-year-old cousin as
the boy hustled to get in line behind the other two.

"Mom almost didn't let me come, we couldn't find my Speedos," Randy
explained. "I had a notion to tell her I wouldn't be needin' them much."

"Don't you fuckin' dare," Jared snapped. "Our mothers would take turns
killing us if they knew what we're doing here tonight."