Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2015 19:15:18 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter Thirty-seven 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-SEVEN Jack recalled Jarred as having referred to Eddie Holmes as a "skinny little runt." Jack smiled to himself as he watched the young cummer hop anxiously into Feddie's place and secure the wrist restraints on the dental chair's arms around his slender appendages. The description was accurate except that there was nothing "little" about Eddie's hard, upthrust boycock. It was on the skinny side but a good five or six inches in length, exceptional for a boy of just thirteen. "Okay, masturbators, I'm ready to do some serious ejaculating," Eddie urged. "Go ahead, just masturbate the hell outta me, I really fuckin' need to cum and NOW!" "I don't know, kid, maybe we should wait a little while, my arm is still pretty tired from doin' Freddie," Jack tried to joke in all seriousness. "Hey, fucker, don't go kiddin' around, this is serious stuff, do it to me, do my cock, jack me, man, just masturbate the hell outta me." "I rather think we're here to masturbate the sperm out of you, but whatever you say," Doc joked. "Go ahead, Jack, make this horny little fucker squirm." Jack applied a little KY to his right hand, then his left. This was going to be a two-handed job, first one then the other. He knew for a fact that the horny little shithead had cum the night before by the bucketful, so this was going to be no easy task. "You sure you're ready for this...sure you're up for this after last night," Jack continued to pick on the kid. "I know for a fact you shot about twenty times last night and..." "Twenty-three, but who the hell's counting, get on with it, do it to me, jack that fucker, make me cum, man, please, please, do it to me, make me cum, make me cum, I need it, I need to cum...sooooo fucking bad, ahahhahhh fuck...FUCCKKKK...god your hands are COLD!" Eddie cried out, jolting upwards into the hand stroking him in surprise as Jack began to coat his cock with the lubricant. "It's the KY, Doc keeps it in the refrigerator," Jack laughed. "How's that, feel good? Feelin' good. You like that...like that feeling...like what my hand's doin' to that hard little boycock of yours?" "LITTLE!" Eddie took offense even as a glazed look of pleasure swept over his face. "Sorry," Jack continued. "Average boycock." "Actually Eddie is almost an inch longer than average for a boy his age...thirteen, right?" Doc noted as he watched his donor start to squirm. "Whadya think, Doc, his balls look a little shriveled, you think there's enough boy-cum left down there to make this all worthwhile. "I swear to god, Jack, if you don't shut the fuck up and make me cum, man, I'm gonna give you such a faceful you'll remember me for the rest of your life." Eddie threatened as he felt his sexual pleasure start to rise within him. "Listen, kid, I rather doubt I'll forget EITHER of you two cute little fuckers for the rest of my life," Jack insisted as his jacking grip on Eddie's cock grew firmer and faster. "How's this? You like this? Feel good? Feel the cum cummin'? Gonna shoot us a nice, big fuckin' load?" "Harder, faster...yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh fuckin' yeah, do it man, do it, do it, do it to me, keep doin' it to me, keep jackin' me, man, jackin' my cock, yeah, yeah, ohhhhhhh yeah, god, you're good, ahghehhahh fuck, feels really fuckin' good now...ahahhhahhah fuck," Eddie began the heave and thrust, squirming noticeably in the chair as if to help his impending orgasm along. "God he's so hot when he's gettin' jacked off," Freddie noted as he recovered his sexual senses, watching Jack give his friend the same dose of agonizing sexual pleasure he'd just endured. He bent over and kissed Eddie's lips, long, hard, and deeply. "Yeah, as if he wasn't already quite the little jalopena...err...BIG...never mind...how you doin' there kid, still feelin' it?" Jack asked as he switched hands and doubled the pace. Eddie's hairless six inches were getting almost too hot to handle, and definitely difficult to handle as the boy wildly heaved his naked little boy-body all over the place, causing Jack to wish they'd installed seatbelts on the "jackin' off chair." "Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhhhh fuck, do me, do me, keep doin' me like that, man, I'm feelin' it, man, I'm feelin' it sooooo strong, gonna do it to me, man, gettin' me there, oahghhahyeah, faster, harder, ahgoeiaoeirhoih god, that feels good, that feels soooo good, man, ahghahah yeah, yeah, ahhghaoeihoeihroh god, yes, yes, yes, gettin' me closer and closer, feelin' better and better, and ahhghehhh fuck ahahhhahhhh fucccckkkkkk." "I guess he shot a lot last night, it's takin' a little longer than usual," Freddie observed as he watched the sexual spectacle taking place right before his eyes. "Do it Eddie, do it, do it, shoot it, shoot your cum, dude, yeah, yeah, man, he's close..." "And I assume you've jacked HIM off a million times too?" Doc Mathison smiled down at Freddie as he watched Eddie, carefully observing the sexual reactions of the seductive little boychild getting ready to deliver his precious sperm." "Get ready Doc, get ready, get ready, I'm almost there, almost...almost, ohhahhah god, Jack, give it everything ya got, man, I'm gonna blast off. I'm gonna shoot the moon...here it...I can feel it...here it cums...here it cums...here it CUMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSS...AHGHAOEIRHOAIHEORH FUCK, CUMMMMMMSSSSS...AHGOIEHOOHR MAN, SHOOTIN', SHOOTIN' IT, SHOOTIN' A TON OF CUM, MAN, AHGOEOAIAEOIRHO GOD, JACK, MAKIN' IT FEEL SOOO GOOD, AHGAOOEIAHEIERHHHARHHEHHHH YEAH, MILK IT, MILK ME, MILK ME, MILK THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLS, MAN, AHGOEAIHOEIHOIH FUUUUUUUUK...FUCCCCKKK...THAT FEELS GOOD...GOOD, AAHEHAERIAHOEHRO GOOOOOOOO, SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooodddddd," Eddie's spectacular little-boy orgasm tapered off, even as Doc continued to carefully collect the oozing dregs of the boy's semon into a petri dish. "Not bad, more than I expected," Doc noted. "Here Jack, let me get what's on your hand...between your fingers... Damn, the kid lived up to his name, I'll say that." "His name?" jack finally released the boy's cock. "And what might that be?" "They call him the cum bucket," Freddie interjected. "He cums often and a lot." "And tell'em what they call you?" Eddie sighed as he fought to remain conscious from his exhausting orgasm. "The Pink Pickle," Freddie admitted a bit sheepishly. "Cute, you wanna hop back in the chair, see if you can match your horny friend here?" Jack suggested as a joke. "No way, Jack," Doc interceded. "One more orgasm and BOTH the little cum creatures would be out for a week with sore testicles." "Mine hurts a little as it is," Eddie noted tiredly as he slumped back into the chair, his sexual ordeal been a bit more devastating physically than he'd expected. "I think you better see if you can find their clothes around here somewhere and we'll see these two off home where they can recover SEPARATELY." Doc emphasized. "Be right back," Jack told them as he hurried back to the main house. "You two gonna be alright?" Doc asked the two tired little boys. "You feel you can make it home by yourselves okay?" "Yeah," Freddie agreed. "I think so...give me a little...damn, Jack really...whew...gave me a workout." "You asked for it, dude," Freddie reminded him. "What're you gonna do with all our stuff?" Eddie wanted to know as Freddie undid his wrist restraints. "Your semon will be used in experimental formulations I'm working on now to create a synthesized semon...not sperm, of course, but to see if we can't manufacture on a large scale a...welll, a pill, that will increase a man's...and a boy's...sexual stamina, probably increase his orgasmic pleasure, and frequency." Doc explained more than the boys wanted to know. "WOW!" Eddie cried. "Can you do that? That'd be great. Freddie and me could spend all day in bed shootin' our cum at each other." "Can we do that?" Doc laughed. "You be the judge. You each had some in the punch last night. What do you think?" The two boys looked at each other in disbelief. "Damn, so that was why we were all so horny." "Except that the active ingredient WASN'T synthesized, it was natural a natural extract from adolescent semon collected over the past several months." Doc continued. "Now, please, don't go talking about this to ANYONE," Doc emphasized. "There are thousands of people who would like to get their hands on our research and probably MILLIONS who would like to STOP it so...." "Our big secret, right?" Eddie winked at Doc gleefully. "He when can we make a donation again? I could get used to this." "Next week?" Doc suggested. "And please, don't go jackin' off before then, it'll allow me to harvest a much bigger lot." "No jackin' off?" Freddie noted in horror. "Okay, you can jack off a LITTLE, but...no more than once a day. How's that?" Doc relented. "We'll try," Eddie agreed. "One big, giant, killer orgasm in place of a bunch of little ones? I guesss that'd be a decent tradeoff. Jack came back. "I can't remember which one of you wore which stuff...you two can figure it out," Jack unceremoniously dumped the clothes in Eddie's lap. They did, each slipping nakedly into their cutoff jeans and t-shirts. "Damn, they look even sexier...even cuter with their clothes...if you can call'em that...on," Jack observed, ruffling their hair and kissing both boys goodbye. "Jarred's waiting for you out front, get a move on...and keep your pants on, no matter what he says." Jack called after the two boys as they hurried out. "Jack, you're nothing short of fuckin' incredible," Doc congratulated his teenaged assistant after the two boys had gone. "I almost felt sorry for Eddie, what you put him through." "The kid's got a big mouth, he EARNED it," Jack laughed. "You get what you wanted? You get enough to go on?" "With what I got last night...plenty," Doc told him. "Man, you realize, if this...pill..." "Duralon," Doc put in. "Right...Duralon, if this fucker works, it could be worth...millions...no...BILLIONS?" Jack's mind stretched to encompass what they were into. "That's still months...probably YEARS away," and it won't be ME who has to worry about all the big numbers, it'll be YOU!" "ME?" Jack reacted. "You've got a good head. You believe in what we're doing. A few years of college, a few years of OJT..." "OJT?" Jack looked at him quizically. He'd never heard the acronym before. "On the Job Training," Doc explained. "I'm starting to make business arrangements already. We're not going to take this to other pharmaceuticals, we're gonna do it ourselves." "Cool," Jack reacted, having no idea the scope of what Doc was proposing. "We're going to call it 'Cox Pharmaceuticals'." Doc told him. "COX?" "Cox Pharmaceuticals," Doc repeated. "Look, I'm getting perilously close to fifty. You're thirteen. I'm not gonna be around another twenty or thirty years so see this through. I'll be doing good to get the product off the ground in that time...maybe set up a production lab somewhere. It's YOU...someone I can trust, someone with some brains around here..." "What about Jarred...or Destry...or Susan, or..." Jack questioned. "Did you miss the part about brains?" Doc reminded him firmly. "Jarred's no Einstien but he's no Clarabelle either," Jack joked, recalling the Howdy Doody clown." "Hah...funny!" Doc laughed. "You're right of course, but Jarred's a gopher...bright, but lacking the...what's the word I want...oomph...to put something like this over the top. He'll be helpful to me...maybe to you in some ways but..." "But...what about...they're you're kids?" Jack needlessly reminded his mentor. "Oh, they'll benefit...maybe be involved a little...probably be millionaires by the time they're my age, but...Destry's brains are in his balls and Susan...well...Susan's a girl...a woman to be...who can't keep her legs together long enough to be of much use to anyone..." "I could use her," Jack interrupted. "You HAVE used her but...you mean...you'd MARRY her?" Doc asked, as if the idea had never crossed his mind. "I might," Jack allowed. "She's cute. She fucks good. She likes my cock..." "Well, that's something, at least," Doc smiled indulgently as he patted Jack on the bare shoulder. "Now what say you go rustle us up some sustanance and bring it up here, it's gonna be a long night." ---------------------- "ELSA!" Doc Mathison exclaimed as he answered the phone and heard the raspy voice of his ex-wife. "You back in the states already?" "I'm at JFK, escorting your daughter back to YOUR tender loving care," the tense voice on the other end told him. "But...but she...I thought you were going to spend the summer getting to know one another better," Doc said in surprise. "Yes, well...we did that alright...all too well, I'd say," Elsa went on. "Listen, I know this comes out of the blue, but could you meet us at LAX and pick up...Susan in about...we'll be in on the 8:45 flight from New York. I'll be flying back as soon as we make the switch." "Err...I...yes, I guess, I could...Elsa, tell me, what the hell caused you to change your plans?" Doc questioned. "I hate to say it but our daughter is a...SLUT!" "Elsa, what a terrible thing to say about your own..." Doc smiled inwardly as he listened. "I know...I know... and she'd only twelve, but..." "What happened?" Doc could guess, but he wanted to hear the gory details. "I probably should tell you to ask your daughter but...the lyin' little bitch...I...I caught her and Richard in bed together...stark naked, both of them...can you believe... My husband took his step-daughter's...our daughter's VIRGINITY?" Doc remained silent, desperately trying to stifle a burst of laughter at the thought of Susan being any kind of virgin. "Doc? You still there?" Elsa questioned after a long pause. "Ahhh...errr...yeaah, I..." Doc stammered, as much at a loss of words as in trying to compose himself enough to continue. "I know, it's shocking...the little bitch...what the fuck you been teaching those kids. I got the feeling SHE seduced him," Elsa went on. "She okay? She's not pregnant is she?" Doc worried aloud, starting to get his voice back under control. "PREGNANT...god I hope the hell not...I'll see that Dick rots in jail if she is," Elsa went on. "You had her tested?" Doc asked. "Hell, no. You're the doctor, you test her...let me know the results," Elsa told him. "What has your beloved hubby have to say about all this?" Doc asked, rubbing salt in his wife's wounded pride. "We...we haven't talked...not since last night when...I took Susan, we spent the night in a hotel," Elsa explained. "I had to think...decide what I'm going to do." "Really, and what have you decided, if I may be as bold to ask?" Doc said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I haven't...aside from bringing Susan back...I can't even think straight...I can hardly even LOOK at her without..." Elsa started to cry. "Please, Doc, you have know idea how...devastating this is...how..." "I think I do," Doc replied, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "So, apart from shoving Susan off on me again...you...bringing charges?" Elsa could be heard taking a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. "Doc, honestly...I don't know...I guess I'll have to talk with my lawyer first...I mean...I'm comfortable but...I've grown accustomed to our lifestyle...yet...our marriage is over, I'm sure of that. I could never... Why am I telling you all this, it's none of your fuckin' business?" Elsa retreated to form. "You just meet us at the airport, bring a chastity belt, cuffs, and some kind of cage for the little whore and..." "You know, if I were you, I'd see what...Dick head...has to say in all this, don't lay all the blame...or ANY of it on Susan," Doc advised. Little girls of twelve simply do NOT go around seducing grown men three times...no, FOUR times their age...especially their step-fathers while their mothers fix dinner in the kitchen," Doc joked. "Damn you...I was golfing...came home with a headache..." Elsa stopped suddenly. "Listen, you nosey bastard, you just be there at the airport on time, I have connections to make, flying back to Rome..." She broke down crying again. "Okay...okay, Elsa, pull yourself together, take a pill..." Doc advised. "Try to remember you're a mother first and a...a basket case second." "Hey...FUCK YOU!" Elsa cried into her cell phone as she hung up on her ex, wishing there was some way she could slam down a reciever. "Who was that?" Jack asked as he returned with a tray of sandwiches and chips. Doc took a deep breath. "That was...guess who's coming to dinner?" "HUH?" Jack looked at him blankly. "Your favorite cunt is on her way home," Doc told him dryly. "My what? You mean...?" Jack's jaw dropped. "I thought..." "Yes, well...didn't we ALL." "She was gone less than a week," Jack realized. "That was her mother," Doc explained. "It seems our hot little pixie was a little too much for her mother to handle." "What'd she do, rape the pool boy...the pizza delivery boy...houseboy...?" Jack guessed. "All three," Doc joked. "No, actually, worse than that, she seems to have...I'm not sure 'rape' is the right word but...seems her moher caught Susan and her husband..." "She was fuckin' her stepdad?" Jack gasped, making no effort not to laugh. "Fucking...had fucked...was about to fuck...who knows...Elsa was such a...mess...I probably should arrange a suicide watch for when she gets back to Rome." Doc told Jack. "But then again..." "When's she due back?" Jack asked. "US Air, 8:45 flight from JFK tonight," Doc told him. "We're meeting her at the airport, then her mother's flying back." "We? You mean I finally get to wear some fuckin' CLOTHES?" Jack laughed, looking down at his nakedness and the fact that his cock had gotten hard just in hearing the news. "Huh...uhh...oh...yeah..." Doc looked jack over from head to toe. He'd gotten so accustomed to seeing Jack naked he'd hardly realized the boy hadn't worn a stitch of clothes in the weeks he'd been at "The Cliffs." "Jared should be back soon, he can go buy you something...let him know what size...too bad you can't go help him pick out something." "I could wear a towel?" Jack joked.