Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 01:39:50 -0400 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: Jackin' Jack Cox, Chapter 12 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 TWELVE "Hey...you two..." Jack and Ely looked up, startled as the two of them sneaked out of the SpRitz the same way they'd come in, Jack halfway expecting them to get arrested for their illicit little sex caper. They had, in about six hours, netted them more than fifty credits apiece for their pre-teen sexual services. "VINCE!" Ely cried in surprise as he saw the still scantily clad man who'd given them such incredible sexual pleasure several hours before. "What the fuck you doin' out here?" "Waiting for you two," Vince told them. "You don't think you two are the ONLY ones who know how to sneak in and out of this place do you?" "We're about all fucked out, if that's what you want," Jack told the 28-year-old virtualist. "Maybe tomorrow." "I'll remember that," Vince told Jack as he fell into step with the boys as the headed toward the Flowstream conveyor. "I wanted to talk to you again." "Me? What about?" Jack raised one eyebrow suspiciously. "Were you kidding when you implied you'd never heard of an Orgasmatic?" Vince questioned. "Jack's from out of town, he's not..." Ely began. "WAAAY out of town," Jack laughed. "So far out of town I don't even have one of those chip thingies you were talking about," Jack informed him. Vince stopped abruptly, turning, surveying the nearly naked boy from head to toe, trying to decide if Jack was serious or joking...or perhaps lying. "Turn around," he ordered. "What?" Jack reacted in surprise. "It's okay, turn around, he wants to look at the back of your neck," Ely told his friend. "I don't think he believes you." Jack complied, feeling Vince's slender fingers probing the nape of his neck beneath his medium-length mane. "DAMN..." Vince reacted, still with an attitude of disbelief. "How the fuck you learn anything...go to college..." "College!" Jack laughed. "Man, I'm still in junior high." "Junior what?" Vince looked at him strangely. "Jack's just real smart, he don't need no fuckin' chip," Ely made excuses for his friend, growing somethat perturbed at Vince's prying. "He'll probably be getting one soon, though." "Hmmm...well, I guess, without a chip, an Orgasmatic wouldn't do you much good," Vince finally observed. "Whatever," Jack sighed in dismay, starting to wonder if his resistence to such an implant might have been unwise. "I guess we might hook you up to an Eroticom," Vince suggested thoughtfully. "Never heard of it...something new?" Ely brightened perceptibly. "New?" Vince laughed as the got on the Flowstream. "Something OLD, actually...nearly a hundred years, in fact." "What's it do?" Jack asked hopefully. "Well...basically the same as an Orgasmatic, except not as well, and only in a dream state," Vince told the boys. "I think the studio has one stashed away in the basement...if it still works...real fuckin' museum piece." "Really?" Ely smiled in surprise. "A first gen Orgasmatic?" Vince laughed. "Not hardly. Not even in the same family, even. "Generation triple zero, perhaps. But in your case, it might be fun to play with, even if I have to write some new software." "Koooooool," Ely smiled broadly. "Can we try it." "We...hell no, you wanna fuck up your chip all to hell?" Vince dismissed the idea out of hand. "However, I think I can convert virtual code to dream code...there's gotta be an app for that lurking somewhere. If I can link the two...virtual for you, digital for your friend here..." "What is this thing, a wet dream machine of some kind?" Jack laughed at his rhyming phrase. "Hmph...yeah, I guess you would call it that...sort of. Vince smiled. "If I remember right, we'd put you both in a sensual deprivation tank, fit Jack here with a breathing device, get him high on 100% oxygen while you stick to a coordinated Orgasmatic, then see what happens." "Geeeee..." Ely marveled. "I'm a scientist at heart...a boy-loving perv...but still a scientist at heart," Vince laughed. "If this works, I'll take your place and Jack and I will have some fun...virtual fun, that is." "Can't we just...you know...suck each other," Jack asked simply "...like tonight. You were great, by the way." "In some ways virtual is better than real," Ely told Jack as Vince simply nodded in agreement. "Virtual involves your fantasies...and can circumvent the limitations of reality," Vince explained. "How many times can you shoot your cum...even with pills?" "Six...eight...ten...twelve, maybe, on a good night," Jack responded. "Twelve huh? Not bad, wish I could do that...still," Vince paused thoughtfully. "Try ten TIMES that," Ely reacted brightly. "He's right, though in fact, there's probably no limit using an Orgasmatic...the sensation is real, but the physical act is only illusionary." "They tell me the feeling is much the same with an Eroticom," Vince told them. "Never tried one of course...my grandfather told me about one time when he..." "What," Jack questioned. "Never mind, ancient history," Vince suddenly changed the subject. "Hey, listen, you two little horntoads get along, I'll do some foolin' around with the dust in the basement, see what I can come up with...I'll get back to you." "Sure," Ely agreed readily, waving a Vince hopped from the Flowstream and headed for his own residence tower. "See ya," Jack waved. "He's weird," Jack told Ely once they were out of earshot. "He's a fuckin' GENIUS," Ely disagreed. "His mind is warped all to fuckin' hell, but...wow, can he give orgasms." "Tell me about it," Jack laughed knowledgably. They'd both already enjoyed that talent. "No, I mean...virtual...mindblowing orgasms...no limitations, length, intensity, frequency," Ely continued as they went inside their building and headed for the lifter. "His work is known all over the world...I can't believe you've never heard of Vince Astor!" "He rich?" Jack laughed? Ely smiled sheepishly. "Probably...or at least he would be if it wasn't for cute, young boys like us. He probably spends it all at the SpRitz...sucking boy-cocks, tipping naked little boys for services rendered." "Man, I'm so fucked out, I doubt I could get a hard on even if YOU sucked me," Jack smiled, hugging Ely as they got off the lifter. "Me too but...I think I could still go another round," Ely insisted as he followed Jack inside Arien's family abode. "WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN!!!!???" Ien Cox cried angrily, startling both boys as they stepped through the door. "We've been looking all over hell for you two," Orin trained his ire on his husband, Ely. "We just went...I mean...I just took him on a little...field trip...you know...an educational jaunt," Ely did his best to cast their illegal adventure in the best light. "My god...the SpRitz!" Ien cried in horror as he recognized the boys' "superforms", their "S" pockets now bulging with credit tokens. "What? Huh...ohhhh...no, we were just..." Jack couldn't think of any excuse for their attire on such short notice. "They've been moonlighting...caught him there two or three times," Orin shook his head in angry dismay. "Haven't I told you a million times how dangerous it is to go jackin' around with all the fuckin' sex maniacs down there?" "First of all, it's only been about 827,480 times, and we didn't notice anyone down there any more dangerous than the guys we fuck around with HERE," Ely rebutted, standing up to his much-older husband. "We were only gone for a few hours," Jack tried to lesson their sins. "SIX hours," Ien insisted. "Do you have any inkling what would happen to me...maybe ALL of us if something had happened to you?" "Poof?" Jack tried not to smile, even though he found the whole matter somewhat amusing. "That's not funny," Ien shot back angrily. "SIX hours?" Orin gasped in disbelief. "SIX HOURS! How many credits did you make?" he asked too eagerly. "ORIN!" Ien turned upon his next-door neighbor. The two glared at each other. "I think you better take your virgin bride...husband...sorry, and...just leave. He's caused enough trouble," Ien suggested forcefully. "And don't come back...either of you." "Wait...WAIT," Ely resisted. "I didn't tell you who we met!" "Do I care?" Ien snarled. "Vince Astor!" Ely blurted, hoping the man's name might be the magic words to get them from their hot spot. "So," Ien reacted, impressed, but not for a moment wishing to show it. "Vin...are you kidding me...you lying just to...Vince Astor? THE Vincent Astor?" Orin made no effor to hide his recognition of the name nor his surprise and respect for the man's talents. "He's one hell of a cocksucker," Jack put in. "Hmph," Ien rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he is." "You two sucked off Vince Astor?" Orin asked in lingering disbelief. Both boys looked at one another, shrugging. "I guess we probably did, hard to remember...I remember him suckin' US off, though...both at the same time, ohhh fuck, look at that, gettin' a hardon just thinkin' about it," Ely noted proudly the bulge in the thin material barely consealing his growing boy-cock. "Let me guess, he wants to shoot you two for a virtual he wants to make?" Orin made a wild stab in the dark. "Absolutely NOT!" Ien dictated with renewed anger. "Right, absolutely not," Jack repeated. "We talked mostly about his...what'd he call it?" Jack searched Ely's delicate, sweet face for an answer...Orgasmicon or something like that." "Eroticom," Ely corrected. "Eroticom? What's that?" Orin looked at his young husband blankly. "It's an antique Orgasmatic," Ien sighed, dismissively. "They banned them long ago for causing sleep depriv...ation," Ien paused in mid-word as warning lights blinked inside his head. "Sleep deprivation?" Orin asked in surprise. "I don't recall all the details, something about...recurring dreams, preventing deep sleep..." Ien tried to recall the details. "Wait a...omigod...wait a fuckin' minute...you...no chip...he's gonna put you through an Eroticom...trance?" Jack shrugged, hoping his ignorance looked like innocense. "Ohhhhh fuck, just wait till Uncle Avery hears..." Ien began. "You gonna have him arrested or something?" Orin asked in dismay. "Huh? Arrested? No...hell no," Ien shook his head, deep in thought. "You kidding, arrest Vince Astor?" "Arrest him for what? He ain't done nothing," Jack insisted, "...I mean...besides mollesting naked little boys...hell EVERYONE on this planet does that." "Little boys...oh...you mean you two?" Ien seemed lost in thought. "Hell no...god, he'd be free in ten seconds. Even Uncle Guv couldn't make something like that stick. "I was thinking more along the line of teaching him a lesson." "What kind of lesson?" Ely asked warily. He rather liked Vince...liked him a LOT, in fact. "You gonna...castrate him or something?" Orin was also wary of Ien's sharp mind and the sharp look on his face. "Castrate?" Ien laughd, "...no...nothing that...bloody, but now that you mention it..." ------------------------------ "Get naked," Ien ordered Jack a few minutes later after Orin and Ely had left. "Why?" Jack asked, not use to the hardness in Ien's otherwise loving voice. "Don't fuckin' ask WHY! Just DO it," Ien glared at him. "Listen my horny little progenitor, you're in hot water now so deep you're about to need a ten-foot snorkel. Now get NAKED...NOW!" Jack was naked in about two seconds. "Now, get it hard," Ien ordered. "YOU get it hard," Jack countered impudently. "Suck that fucker." Jack thrust forward his slender, boyish pelvis and stiffening young cock. "You know you want it. You've been wantin' it every since we came back, I know the look." Ien knelt befor the boy, gently taking Jack's erect cock and balls in his hands, inspecting them, turning them, looking them over, then spinning Jack around spreading his ass cheeks, inspecting Jack's anal cavity. "He fuck you?" "Who?" Jack knew who Ien was talking about but wasn't about to make this any easier. "You know damned good and well WHO I'm talking about," Ien insisted, smacking Jack smartly across one ass cheek. "No," Jack told him, though in truth, he'd been fucked so many time that afternoon and evening he really couldn't recall. "Don't lie to me, Jack. How many times?" Ien smacked him again, making it sting more than a little. "OWWWWW...FUCCCCKKKKK!" Jack reacted, stunned. "Yes...maybe...hell, I don't know. We got fucked and sucked by so many...and sucked and fucked so many," Jack insisted as had Ely. Jack pulled from his costume's chest pocket on the floor a stack of credit tokes, the equivalet of cash in 2475 and thrust them at Ien as proof. "Ely said there was more'n fifty." Ien swatted them away, sending them flying, then suddenly went down on Jack's cock, sucking it deep into his mouth, lodging the head in the top of this throat. "Ieeeiaiiaooaenaniiennnnwwwwooooooooeeeeeeee..." Jack squealed in surprise. "I did NOT see that coming." "How many times did you cum?" Jack questioned, pausing in his fervid cocksucking. "Three-hundred and seventy-six point FIVE! Jack made up an unreasonable number, even for a stint at the SpRitz. "Cute. HOW MANY?" Ien insisted as he once more smacked Jack smartly on the but, then sucked back down on Jack's now soaring hardness. "Stop it! I don't KNOW! Jack himself grew angry. This was so not like Ien. "TELL ME! Ien cried, Jack's cock still in his mouth even as he gave Jack another smack. "DAMMIT, IEN, ONE MORE TIME AND YOU CAN TAKE YOUR STUPID FUCKIN' TIME MACHINE AND CRAM IT UP YOUR UNCLE'S HORNY ASS!" Ien stopped sucking. He looked up at Jack's face and forced a smile. He knew he'd stepped over the line with Jack. And, he knew full well, the boy had the upper hand...if he chose to use it. Ien was unsure if he WOULD, but he couldn't take the chance. He sucked back down on Jack's cock, gripping the boy's reddened buttocks firmly, kneading them, now intent upon nothing more than making Jack cum. "That's better," Jack told Ien grimly. Wordlessly, Ien increased the speed and intensity of his sexual assault on Jack's hard, throbbing, young boy-cock. "MUCH better," Jack gasped, gripping Ien's head, starting to unconsciously face-fuck him. Ien turned his eyes upward, watching the expression on Jack's sexually aroused face. "Suck it," Jack ordered. "Suck it, suck it, suck it,suck it,suckit,suckit,suckit,suckitsuckitsuckitsuckitsuckit, ohhhah fuckin'...aahahhhha god, man suck it, suck it, suck that fucker, ahgoeiahoeirho god, yes yes, oaighoeiahoieh god, suckit, suck it, suckitsuckitsuckitsuckit...suck me fuckin' off, man, suck me off, suck me off, suck me fuckin' OAFFFFF!" "Cum," Ien choked out the word as he endured the almost vicious assault on this throat from the boy's cock. "Close," Jack gasped as he used Ien's face and mouth to rapidly heighten his sexual pleasure, taking out his hurt and anger on Ien the only way he knew how. "Do it," Ien gasped, allowing the boy's pounding pelvis free reign. "I'm gonna do it," Jack felt his orgasm growing nearer, pounding Ien now with a wild, careless abandon, not caring if the older boy could take it or if he might be hurting him. "Shoot itttttTTTTTT!!" Ien cried out as he felt Jack's cock pulse and throb deep in his throat. "AHHAHAEIAIEIIRHAEOHAHAHHEHHAHH...AOEIAHEHHAHEHRHHGHHAHEHHGH...AIIGIIOAERHHEHHAHHEHHAHH...UNNNNGGHHHHHAHHHHHH!" Jack cried out as his orgasm lambasted his loins. "HOOOOOOO FUCCCCKKKKK...AHGHEHAHEHRH GOD, IEN, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME FUCKIN' OFFFFFFFFFFfffffff!" "You didn't cum," Jack noted as he abruptly pulled off of Jack's throbbing, still pulsating boy-cock, still bobbing orgasmically before his eyes. "I WHAT?!" Jack cried. "What the hell do you call it then...god, one of your best blowjobs yet!" "Not one drop," Ien shook his head, rubbing his tongue around the inside of his mouth. There was a sexual flavor, to be sure, but not one drop of syrupy saltiness indicating the presence of Jack's sperm. Jack looked down, confirming Ien's words. "Not a drop?" "Not one...dry as a kinderkid," Ien insisted. "So?" Jack reacted in dismay. "Houston, we have a problem," Ien stood, gripping Jack's slender, naked shoulders in both hands, staring down intently into the boy's lovely eyes. "Houston? My name is...you changing my name again?" Jack eyed him warily.