Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 16:58:51 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox Chapter 1 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. 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. JACKIN' JACK COX CHAPTER ONE "AIAIIEIAHEAOEOIAEHIEHGIEIAHEHIAOOIHIIIAIIEIAEIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The cry was ear-splitting, the orgasmic pleasure devastating in its intensity, the brilliant flash of light blinding them both. "OOAEIIAIHGOEAIHEOHGHHAHEHIEIAOIHGO FUUUUCCCKKKKK!" "HOOOOOOOOO MAAANNNNNNNNNNN!" Jackie cried as his orgasm jolted him like none he'd ever felt before. "I...I THINK IT WORKED!" Ien cried in exultation as his eyes began to focus from the flash. "Arien K. Cox, you are in the deepest pile of human excrement ever known to man!" Ien recognized the voice and shuddered. It was Dr. Leonid Bryce, his eighteen-year-old boss and the director of nuclear chronology sciences at the Cox Fisical Resurch Consorshium, Malibu, CA. Jackie wasn't sure what to say, do, or even think as his orgasmic pleasure began to wane, even as he continued to feel small fucking motions from Ien's cock. He clung to Ien as much in fear as sexual pleasure. "How'd you...I...I mean, how'd you find out?" Ien mumbled, staring fearfully over Jackie's shoulder at his boss's angry countenance. "You know what a sudden drain of 2.5 million gigawatts does to the power grid?" Dr. Bryce boomed. "Boy, you just dimmed the lights in half the domestic units in L.A." "Ohhhhh..." Ien said softly. As brilliant a scientist as he'd become, that was one factor that had stupidly escaped his consideration. "And in coming back...uhhhh...who's your...friend there?" Dr. Bryce and two assistants were each wearing dark glasses but the blinding flash had still momentarily dulled his vision. "This is...Jackie...Jack..." Ien introduced them as he slowly disengaged himself from his "friend's" pleasure channel. "Jack..." Dr. Bryce nodded, acknowledging Jacks presence. "That fuckin' contraption handled BOTH of you?" "I knew it would," Ien insisted, though he'd known nothing of the kind. He'd merely HOPED it would, given their sexual connection and compact phasing image. "With BOTH of you, probably knocked out the whole L.A. power grid," Bryce humphed. "You gonna dismiss me?" Ien asked fearfully. "Dismiss you?" Bryce snarled. "You obviously know I can't do that. But when Avery J. sees the ten-million credit power bill, you may WISH you'd been dismissed." "Who's Avery J.?" Jack asked, not liking being left out of the conversation. "Governor Avery J. Cox, of CoxINT," Dr. Bryce eyed the boy before him from head to toe. "Cute, how far did you go back to find this pretty little thing?" "1961...July 23, 20:32 hrs, the beach just down over the hill," Ien explained. "The kid was about to take a hike across the sea bed to Japan." "My god, that's over five hundred years!" Bryce gasped in surprise, tinged both with horror and delight. The Chronoporter had worked beyond their wildest expectations. "I take it you're claiming to have saved his life?" "Something like that, yeah," Ien said smugly, hugging Jack to him, kissing him briefly. "Hmph...well...be that as it may...you two better get cleaned up, you reek of semon...your uncle, when he finds out about this, is going to FRY your ass tomorrow," Dr. Bryce assured him. "He already knows," Ien said simply. "He...he WHAT?" Dr. Bryce stopped short as he and the two other lab coated PhDs turned back. "He knows? You cleared this win him? And you didn't mention it to ME?" "And if I had?" Ien challenged him. "I see your point," Dr. Bryce sighed, knowing he would have instantly vetoed such a move. Arien Cox was far too valuable to risk in such an experiment. "Actually, it was his idea," Ien dropped a second bombshell. Bryce just stared at him for a long moment. "His idea..." he repeated. "You know who this is?" Arien thrust Jack forward to center stage. "I believe you mentioned his name was Jack." Dr. Bryce recalled. "James Jackson Cox," Ien pronounced, fully introducing Jack for the first time. "Cox?" Jack looked at him quizically. "My last name is..." "Hush," Ien told him softly but sharply. "That supposed to impress me?" Dr. Bryce retorted as one of his assistants whispered something in his ear. Dr. Bryce eyed the young man strangely. "You sure?" "James Jackson Cox is...or will be...the father of Jason J. Cox's," Ien announced. "January 14, 1965, Malibu Pediatrics Clinc, Malibu, California." Dr. Bryce stood silently, staring first at Jack, the at Ien. Then he rolled his eyes and stared down at the floor, completely lost in contemplation. "Do you and your...your rich uncle...have any inkling of what you're...what you've...DONE?" "Inkling?" Ien nakedly stepped forward. "Yes, we have an inkling...we've discussed it at some length, in fact, as soon as the archivist brought it to the governor's attention. The L.A. Times listed young Jack here as missing, presumably drowned, probably a suicide." "And you've taken it upon yourself to correct history?!" Bryce boomed. "Not really...he'll still be missing, still presumed drowned, still be a probable suicide," Ien defended his actions. "We just wanted to make sure what they reported didn't become fact." "They're gonna send me back so I can fuck this girl and make a baby with her named Jason J. Cox, right Ien?" Jack stepped forward to add his two cents worth. Dr. Bryce eyed the boy skepitcally. "Is this true?" he questioned Ien. "In essence, the details will be up to Uncle Avery but..." Ien acknowledged. "So you're saying you prevented this boy's death so as to preserve the Cox family's existence here in the year 2475. Is that correct?" Dr. Bryce leveled his gaze at his top scientific mind and his biggest pain in the ass. "That's what Governor Cox believes and...I can't find any reason to disagree," Ien told his boss as diplomatically as he knew how. "And what if there's another Jack Cox somewhere prowling around in 1961, who happens to be the Cox family progenitor?" Dr. Bryce proposed. "If so, then what we've done would, at any rate, have little lasting effect," Ien reasoned. "The governor just wants to make sure he and his whole family history doesn't just...evaporate into thin air because of something we have the power to influence otherwise." "Poof? Just like that?" Bryce laughed. "Quite frankly, we don't know...call it an experiment...but something the governor thought too important to risk the consequences of NOT acting," Ien insisted. "You know, it could backfire," Dr. Bryce proposed. "What you've done could upset a sequence of...shall we say...genetic events...CAUSING the Cox family tree to...POOF." "I don't know whether the governor has thought of that, but I'VE considered that possibility," Ien assured his boss. "And that's one reason we have to work with Jack, making sure he knows as much as necessary about the past five-hundred years but NOT so much as to...well...upset the applecart...so to speak." "Mmmm..." Dr. Bryce nodded, impressed by Ien's forethought, if not that of his uncle. "I trust you'll allow...outside input into your thinking...your actions...you're dealings with Jack, here." "I'll consult with you as much as possible but..." Ien paused. "But what?" Dr. Bryce interrupted. "The governor has put ME in charge of this project..." Ien paused for effect. "I want that understood. WE'RE calling the shots. We'v dubbed the whole undertaking, "Jackin' Jack." "Ooooo...sounds like fun," Jack giggled. Dr. Bryce simply rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I'll need your program outline on my desk tomorrow." "Next week," Ien insisted, testing his authority. "Monday morning," Dr. Bryce negotiated, giving Ien an additional four days. "Tuesday," Ien relented. "Afternoon." "Tuesday...noon," Bryce countered, glaring at Ien in agravation, knowing the boy was toying with him. "Tuesday, noon," Ien agreed, "...but FYI, not for your approval." Bryce frowned, then turned and marched from the lab, his white jacketed flunkies in tow. "What the fuck was THAT all about?" Jack asked in befuddlement after the pneumatic doors softly swished shut behind them. "Oh, nothing, just a little game we play," Ien dismissed the whole episode. "And my name's not Cox, it's Roberts...James Jackson Roberts." "Not any more," Ien told him curtly. "When you go back, you'll have to change your name. James Jackson Roberts will be dead...presumably fish food. Get used to it. From now on you're James Jackson Cox...and that's Jack, not Jackie." "Weird," Jack pronounced. "Jack, my friend, you ain't seen NOTHING yet," Ien laughed, hugging him. "Come on now, let's hit the showers...if I remember right, I owe you a...a MAGENTA?...blowjob. How ya fixed for cum?" Jack laughed, hugging, then kissing his new sexual companion. "Sufficient for the moment." "This way," Ien directed as they passed through a second set of "swishy" doors, a name Jack came to call them. "What's this?" Jack questioned as the two of them entered a room approximately ten-foot square lined with translucent panels lit from behind by a purplish light. The floor was glass, mirrored. Jack giggled as he looked down, seeing his bare feet meet those of his mirror image seemingly beneath the floor. Doors swished shut behind them. Suddenly the room was filled with what could only be called a cloudburst of warm water pouring down over them. "I'd say that should be obvious by now," Ien laughed as he began to vigorously rub and carress Jack's naked body, kissing him, stroking and fondling Jack's cock and balls. "The lights are ultraviolet to kill germs from the 1960s for which those of us living now might not have resistence." "OOooo, I can feel my germs dying already!" Jack giggled. "No wonder your boss was so...standoffish," Jack laughed as he thoroughly enjoyed what Ien and his purple rain forest shower were doing to him. "He was afraid I'd...BREATHE on him." "Not really, but he might have been a little reluctant for you to have TOUCHED him," Ien smiled as he did more than a little touching of his own, taking Jack's beautiful, sweetly boyish face in his hands and kissing it lavishly. "Don't KISS me...SUCK me, I'm not very magenta yet," Jack joked. Without another word, not even another kiss, Ien knelt, one knee on the flooded floor of the shower and swept Jack's hard, throbbing, young boy-cock between his lips, sucking down on it completely. "HOOOOOOOO sweet mother of pearl...oHHHHHHHH fuuuuuck, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" Jack cried out in wildly pleasurable disbelief. "Kinderland," Ien told him as he paused a moment before sweeping back down over the cock in his mouth. "What's Kinderland?" "You wanna cum or ask questions I can't answer with your cock in my mouth?" Ien smiled up at me. "Suck!" Jack decided as his naked little boy-body trembled in growing sexual pleasure. "Damn, you are one hell of a cocksucker, man, you know that?" Jack gasped is sexual bliss. "Don't answer that, just suck...ohhhhh fuck, succcckkkk... succcckkk...suckkkkkk...ohhhahah god, getting magentaer and magentaer by the second." Ien looked up at him smiling. "Cute," then began sucking still harder and faster, taking Jack's six-inch pleasure pole deeper and deeper with ever rapid sweep up and down its length. "Make me cum, man, make me cum, make me cum, makemecum, makemecum, makemecumakemecumakemecumakemecumakemecum," Jack descended into a litany sexual gibberish, heaving, thrusting, holding Ien's head between his hands and feverishly face-fucking the teenaged pleasure-boy with a growing, almost demented intensity. "Ohhhhhh god, gonna do it to me, man, gonna do it to me, gonna make me cum, ohhhhhh fuck, getting me close, oghhahehrh yeah, man, feeling it, feeling it, stronger and stronger, closer and closer...almost...oaghheaoeirhohh fuck...gonna...ahhahha god, gonna do...doooooo...IIIIITTTTTTTT... GHAHHHHH GOD, CUMMMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNGGGGG...AHGOAIEHROH FUCK, BLASTIN' OFFF...AGHOEIAEORIH FUCK FEELS GOOD, AOGHEOAIHER YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, SUCK THAT FUCKER, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFFFFFF...SUCK ME FUCKIN' OFFFFFFFFF...AGHOAIEHROIAH YEAH, YEAH, TAKE MY CUM, EAT MY COCK, EAT MY CUM, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME LIKE THAT, AOOGHAOEIHRHHH FUCCCCKKKK...HGAERIIAIEIRHAEIRGHHAHHHAHHH FUCK, AHGEOAIEHROIAHHHHHAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!!!" Jack cried out in excruciatingly beautiful orgasmic ecstasy, spurting again and again, too many times to count, too much pleasure to endure as he and Ien settled slowly to the flooded, mirrored floor. "Nice one," Ien smiled up at him from Jack's pulsating groin. "And look, you're magenta!" Jack looked down. "Whoooaaaaa...incredible," he laughed, even though he knew his pinkish flesh was the result of the change in hue from the wall lights. "You're magenta too! Musta been as good for YOU as it was for me." "You taste good," Ien smiled up at him. "Want me to do you now?" Jack suggeted. "Nothing would give me more pleasure but..." "Damn, always a but!" Jack complained. "I've got one point three zillion notes to enter and reports to write about all this, and none of them will get done here in the shower with you suckin' my cock. So..." Ien begged off. "Come on, let's hit the dryer." "Let me guess, it's a room with lots of mechanical arms, each with a towel on the end, right?" Jack suggested. Ien looked at him wierdly. "God, I hope not. Not since the 22nd century." "This is where we dry OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFF?!!!" Jack asked, then cried out as a dozen powerful jets of warm air suddenly assaulted his slender naked body from all angles. It lasted only a couple seconds but the experience almost literally blew him away. "Any more questions?" Ien laughed. "Ain't that better than robotic arms with towels?" "Damn, I could get USED to this," Jack laughed. "Now, where's our clothes, or does everyone in the 25th century go around naked?" "Naked?" Ien laughed. "Yes, I suppose you could if you wanted to, cute as you are, no one would complain. You might get stared at a little but..." "I was kidding," Jack laughed. "What's this?" he asked as Ien handed him a piece of cloth. "It's called a supporting singlet," Ien told him smiling as he stepped into a similar outfit. "Supporting? What does it support?" Jack asked naively. "This...these..." Ien groped Jack's cock and balls. "Look, see mine... Put this part over your head so it's around your neck then stretch this pocket down till your...boy-stuff fits in it, then this string goes between your legs and up between your butt cheeks, then up behind your back and clips onto the part behind your neck." "Damn, I might as well be fuckin' nekkid," Jack peered at himself in a dressing area mirror. "Sexxxxxxyyyyyyy!" "This is probably the most common garment worn now days, though sometimes we put a little something on over it...a jacket maybe..." Ien explained. "What about shoes?" Jack asked, looking down at his feet. "Over here...step on that panel there..." Ien directed. "OOOOOOoooooo weird," Jack reacted to the strange feeling on the bottoms of his feet. "It's a polymer that sprays onto the bottom of your feet, up around the sides a little...transparent, half-inch or so thick. You can't see it or hardly even feel it, but it protects your feet. When you get home, you just peel it off and throw it away...simple..." Ien continued as he donned his own "shoes." "Cool, disposable shoes," Jack giggled. "But...don't you get cold...I mean...this is like...almost like nothing at all," Jack delivered his fashion critique. "Nope, we live in a managed environment," Ien explained. "Come on outside, I'll show you." "WOOOOOooowwwwww!" Jack gasped as he stepped outside into a rather dry, warm night, then looked up. Overhead was some kind of transparent dome. "it's called the envirodome," Ien told him, "held aloft by warm air..." "Like a hot air balloon?" Jack guessed. "Uhhhhh...yeah, sorta, I guess," Ien smiled thoughtfully. "The ground stays at seventy-five degrees, year round, 24-7." "So you don't need clothes, right?" Jack gazed up at the incredible sight above him. "How big is that fucker." "it's about 25,000 feet up. The base of the dome is ten miles in diameter, encircles all of Malibu," Ien told him. "Each city has it's own dome. This one is about average...some smaller....some bigger. The main dome of L.A....you can't quite see it from here...is about TWENTY miles wide...extends up to the edge of space almost." "WOW...where we goin?" Jack asked as they stepped onto a moving sidewalk. There were dozens of others in front of them and several more got on behind them. Like himself and Ien, most wore next to nothing, some just a tiny thong. Jack saw more bare breasts in ten seconds than he'd seen before in his entire life. "Home, of course, don't you want to meet my family?" Ien told him. "It's just a little further up the way. See that high-rise up ahead. "Geeeeesh, how tall is it?" Jack gasped, straining to look up as they drew nearer. "Almost two hundred stories...189, I think, something like that," Ien smiled. "We live on the 148th floor, Unit 14819." "Your mom and dad expecting us?" Jack asked. "They like...almost naked too?" Ien broke out in laughter. "Not my mom and dad, my FAMILY...my wives and husbands." Jack's mouth fell open and stayed that way, his eyes seeming to double in size. "Uttohhhhh...culture shock..." Ien laughed. "Okay, for several hundred years now, we've enjoyed intragendered marriages. "I personally have two wives and five husbands. "We all share a unit...six areas...eat, live, sleep and fuck...just like married couples in your time, only more of everything." "Including...people," Jack found his voice once more. "You got kids too?" "I don't, but...yeah two of my husbands have fathered children, but they're still at Kinderland." Ien explained. "Hey, yeah, I was gonna ask you about that," Jack recalled. "What's that, like...you know...kindergarten?" "Well...yes...yes and no," Ien considered thoughtfully. "Here in the 25th century, parents don't raise their children on their own, they turn the task over to professional parents. Children are raised in big...well...kiddie-colleges...I guess you could say, dorms, play areas, schools...you know...from the time they're newborns pretty much until they enter puberty." "Then what?" "They get married, or go on to a university...get their PhD..." Ien continued as they got off the moving sidewalk and headed for the air door of the high-rise housing behemoth. "I'm almost finished with my doctoral thesis. You're a part of it, you know." "ME?" Jack laughed as they boarded a bubble-like lifter with a dozen or so others. "Hey, Ien, how's the Chronoporter coming?" One of the guys a little older than Jack asked. "GREAT, just tested it a few hours ago. "Really?" the good-looking teenager smiled. "Your lights dimmed this afternoon, right?" Ien reminded him. "Uhhh...err...yeah...as a matter of fact...five...six seconds, maybe." "That was me," Ien laughed. "Wild...hey, ya wanna get together and fuck a little after dinner?" The boy suggested. "Your cute little friend here can join us if he wants..." "Great, your place or ours?" Jack quickly agreed. The guy was really hot looking. Jack could see the older boy's cock growing by the second, the head popping out over the top of his singlet supporter. "Sure...I'm, Orin, by the way. What's your name?" Orin asked as he reached out and stroked Jack's slender cheek, then leaned into him and kissed him. "Fuck, you're beautiful..." "Jack," Jack gasped as he caught his breath. "Don't mind if I do, Orin reached for Jack's cock. "Save it for later," Ien smiled as Orin's lips once more neared Jack's. "MMMMmmmm...speaking of later..." Ien noted as the orbital lifter announced softly they had reached the 148th floor. "Hey...kid, you old enough? Can you cum yet?" Orin called after them as they left the lifter.