Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2015 06:37:47 +0000 From: John Marshall Subject: Jason Turns Ten, Chapter six 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. This story picks up ten years after Jackin' Jack Cox with many of the characters from that story reappearing as adults as well as several new juvenile 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. I answer all e-mails. JASON TURNS TEN CHAPTER SIX "Whooooooo...sharp," Jason Cox whistled as he and Reed came downstairs and observed Jan Dix decked out in white slacks, white loafers (no socks) and a sportshirt open halfway to the navel in a light peach color. There was no disguising his slender, washboard abdomen and well-defined pecs. "Thank you, young man, glad you approve. "Reed, where are your shoes?" Jan eyed his younger brother disapprovingly. "Jason says naked feet are in," Reed defended HIS "look." "And I suppose if he told you totally naked was in, you'd..." Jan continued. "I did, but he wouldn't believe me," Jason joked. "And that shirt...Reed, forgodsakes, you don't have to broadcast..." Jan took issue with Reed's choice of dinner attire. "You should have seen the one he STARTED to wear," Jason laughed. "Jason, shut the fuck up," Reed complained. "Reed, now you know how it feels to have a little brother," Jan teased as he hugged Jason while they headed for the front door crossing over to the main house. At the front door, Jet greeted the trio dressed as a butler, white collar, black bowtie, and black speedos...nothing else. "Hooo my godddddd," Jan whispered to his brother. "You gonna rape the kid before or AFTER dinner," Reed whispered back. "DURING dinner," Jan whispered back. "Whew...it's gonna be a long night." "You're late, the others are waiting," Jet informed them. "Mr. Dix, you look really sexy." "What about ME?" Reed teased the little boy. "Don't I at least deserve a wolf-whistle?" "A wolf what?" Jet looked at him mistified. Reed whistled, demonstrating, as he took in the cutest, sexiest, orneriest little nine-year-old on the island. "Jet, don't be obnoxious," Susan Cox joined them in the living room. "They're just being fashionably late. "JASON...forgodsakes, go put some more clothes on," she sumarrily ordered in a tone only a mother could master. "But mom, my tux is at the cleaners," Jason complained. "Wear your wetsuit, then," Susan countered, "but leave off the flippers." "I hope you don't mind, Jason said bare feet are the norm around here," Reed sought approval for his lack of footwear. "Boy, when you got a bod like yours, bare EVERYTHING wouldn't be out of place," Susan teased the slender teenager. "Jan, Reed, let me introduce the Mr. Davis and his sons," Susan turned to her other dinner guests sitting about the room. The boys were clad in well-worn denim cutoffs and pastel t-shirts at least one size too small, while their father wore tan slacks and an untucked, light-blue sportshirt, his feet sporting leather sandals. Jan extended his hand, "Mr. Davis, boys..." He shook hands. "Jan...Jan Dix, the new superintendent of schools here on the island...also the sole member of the teaching staff and part-time janitor." "Whoooo, mannnnn..." Skete gasped as he shook hands with his new tutor. "Shut up," Pete hissed softly, unsure what his little brother might say next. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dix," Pete greeted his new tutor formally, nonetheless looking the man over from head to toe, completely undressing him with his eyes. "Drew Davis..." the caretaker introduced himself inasmuch as Susan had failed to do so completely. "My sons, Pete, thirteen, and Skete, eleven. Boys, tell Mr. Dix how much you're looking forward to having him as your new teacher." "I can't wait," Pete told Jan without much enthusiasm. "I can't EITHER," Skete spouted gleefully, in contrast to his brother. His unspoken reasoning had nothing to do with anything involving the classroom. "How's this?" Jason Cox confronted his mother, returning sans shirt but with a godawful plaid necktie tied neatly around his neck. "Better," Susan rolled her eyes, trying to not to raise a fuss, knowing her son was baiting her. "He has his father's sense of humor," she excused the boy. "What?" Jason complained nonetheless. "It's TWICE what twerp is wearing," Jason reasoned, voicing his favorite nickname for his little brother. "At least pull your shorts up before you LOSE them," Susan urged the boy under her breath. "And I'd bet, dollars to donuts, your're NOT wearing underwear. Errr...uhhh...dinner is served in the main dining room, seating is at your pleasure," Susan motioned grandly to the glass-topped dining table set for eight. "Topping the menu tonight is grilled fillet of hamburger, potatoes ala Francais, and a delightful rose' from the vineyards of Fanta, 1972--my husband's favorite." "Your haut cuisine is most impressive," Jan observed. "Baked Alaska for dessert?" he teased. "Uhhh...no...unfortunately, the chef left it in the broiler too long," Susan went along with the joke. "We're calling it baked Arizona." "What the fuck are you guys talking about?" Jason questioned as he sat down. "Young man, it's impolite to use obscenities at dinner," Jan siezed the moment to berate the boy, inasumch as his mother seemed unwilling to. "Hear that, boys," Drew smiled at Jan. "I like you already." "Jason, the rest of you boys too, just so you know, there is a time and place for such talk," Jan went on, "...and let me tell you right now, this is not it...same goes in my classroom too." "When IS a good time to talk dirty?" Jet wanted to know. "When it's just you boys alone, or when you're having sex," Jan explained. Susan nearly choked on her Francais fries. "Dad talks dirty 'bout all the time," Jet countered, "'specially when he's having sex. Right mom?" "This is hilarious," Drew Davis whispered to Susan beside him. "And embarrassing..." she whispered back. "Jet, eat, don't talk." "Sooo...Pete, Skete, I don't know you two very well, what's your favorite subject?" Jan asked, knowing instantly he'd not filtered the question very well. "Aside from sex, that is?" "Sex?" Drew drew a sharp breath. He was not accustomed to such frank talk between children and adults. "Of course," Jan continued. "Children are much more sexually aware...and active, I might add...that most adults realize...or at least want to think." "I...suppose you're right, I just..." Drew backed off, recalling their little session that afternoon. "You just don't want to think about it, much less admit the fact of the matter," Jan appraised the man with sharp insight. "Just think back about your OWN adolescent years." "I'd prefer not," Drew sighed in embarrassment. "Dad, were you sexual when you were our age?" Pete questioned his dad as they ate. "I'll plead the fifth," Drew tried to avoid the question. "Mr. Davis, that was a very reasonable question," Jan took note. "I think the boy deserves an answer. Boys tend to pattern their behavior after their fathers." "If I say NO, the boys will know I'm...I'm a terrible liar." Drew told them after a long, silent moment. "If I say 'yes', there'll no end to the questions." "Part of being a father," Jan smiled, trying not to seem smug about it. "Very well, Pete, I was just a year older than you the first time I fucked your mother," Drew blurted. "Whoa...dad said FUCK!!" Skete reacted in surprise, not so much at WHAT his father had said but the word he'd used in saying it. "Crude, but perfectly appropriate, given the context," Jan supported the man he'd just criticized. "Now, boys, I'm sure you each have between twenty and thirty questions regarding your father's admission. However he's right, his reply deserves to stand on its own without further elaboration. There are some things which are only between a man and his wife." "Thank you," Drew sighed in relief. "Now, could we change the subject." "Now you know how me and Pete feel," Skete reasoned with his father. "Some things are just between brothers. Right Pete?" "Pete and I feel," Jan corrected the boy's grammar. "Am I missing something here?" Susan inquired. "I would imagine..." Jan began. "Yes, but nothing that would be appropriate dinner conversation," Drew cut them off. "Tell me, Mr. Dix, about yourself, your background, your reason for coming to this lonely little corner of paradise?" "Well, I'm twenty-four. I just graduated from UCLA a year ago. I worked for a year as a substitute teacher in one of the worst ghetos in Los Angeles; and compared to that, these young men should be a walk in the...along the beach," Jan told them. "I have a strong interest in marine biology and English literature, especially that of the 19th and early 20th century...Oscar Wilde...Virginia Woolf, James Joyce...Arthur Miller, to name just a few." "Weren't they all gay?" Drew questioned. Jan smiled induligently. "Some were, some weren't," Jan told him knowledgably, "...just like aquatic creatures, I might add. Homosexuality is a genetic abnormality among all living things, and varies greatly as to degree and behavioral intensity." "Animals are sometimes queer?" Jason gaped at his new tutor in surprise and dismay. "It happens." Jan told the boy. "Most people don't like to admit it and especially don't like to TALK about it." "So I've heard," Drew acknowledged. "Tell me, Mr. Dix, are you homosexual?" "Yes," Jan told the man firmly, without emotion. "Are you heterosexual?" "I think these two bright young offspring are suitable evidence of that," Drew smiled eyeing his two boys proudly. "Evidence, yes, but not necessarily PROOF," Jan allowed. "You could be bisexual...a great number of people are, though most hide it well." "What's bisexual," Jet naturally wanted to know? "That means you like to fu...like...boys and girls both," Jason self-corrected. "Cool," Jet reacted. "No, son, it's NOT cool," Drew disagreed. "It's...it's..." he struggled to find words appropriate for a nine-year-old." "Yucky," Jan helped the man out. "In fact, it's often called the 'yuck factor' as applied to gay sex; though one might argue it applies equally to ALL sexual activity," he laughed, joined by Susan, but not Drew Davis. "You're not gonna try and make my boys gay, are you?" Drew asked pointedly. "Of course not...even if I could," Jan told him. "Ones sexuality is an inate predisposition. Take yourself, could I...or anyone else for that matter, pursuade you to engage in homosexual activity?" "DEFINITELY NOT," Drew replied with some rancor. "COULD they have at any time in your life?" Jan pressed his point. "Certainly not," Drew further insisted. "Then...assuming your sons are, in fact, heterosexual, you having nothing to worry about." He paused, then added, "And if they're not, there's not a hell of a lot you can do about it." "Whoa..." Jason reacted, an instant before his mother kicked his shin under the table. "OUCH!" --------------------------- "Thanks, boys, for helping me get things squared away down here for tomorrow," Jan told Jason and Pete as the three of them finished arranging the classroom. "Now, if we just had someplace out of the way to store these old textbooks, and the ones we're not ready for yet..." "How about downstairs in the basement?" Jason suggested. "There's shelves and shit...lots of room down there for stuff like this. We just use it for storage. "I noticed the stairs went on down, I just hadn't had time to go exploring," Jan nodded. "Okay, you two grab some boxes and take them down, I'll go see if I can talk your mother out of some notebook paper and a binder." "Damn, it's fuckin' DARK down here," Pete observed the obvious as he and Jason descended the circular stairs to the basement. "Hang on, soon as I can set this stuff down, I'll hit the lights," Jason told him, leading the way. "Whoa, this place is bigger'n I thought," Pete exclaimed once the lights illuminated the underground bunker. "Not much shelf space left though," Pete observed. "Maybe if we rearrange some stuff," Jason suggested as Pete set his box of books down on the floor near one of the shelving units in the back of the room where that appeared not to be as full as the others. "I'll see if I can make some room, you go back and get the rest." "Watch out for spiders," Pete warned. "This place is creepy." Jason began moving books and boxes from one shelf to another consolidating space for the stuff he'd brought down. A wooden box caught his eye. It was, as they say, a little bigger than a breadbox, but smaller than a coffin. There was a small padlock on it but the hasp had long since been broken, its screws ripped from the soft wood. Jason began to move it but was surprised at how heavy it was. He sat down on the floor and opened the lid. It was filled with files and three-ring binders. "What's that?" Pete asked as he returned with the last of the books from upstairs. "Looks like files of some sort," Jason observed as he pull out one of the notebooks and blew the dust from the binding. He opened it. "Hooo SHIT!" "What?" Pete peered over Jason's shoulder. "It's a naked baby." "Look...not just ANY naked baby...it's ME?" Jason pointed to his name neatly printed on a slip of paper next to the color photo of himself as a newborn baby. "Damn, you still got your pecker skin," Pete laughed. "I thought all babies were supposed to be cute." "Not when you're just a few minutes old," Jason laughed as he turned the page. The next page featured another naked baby, himself again, probably about a year old. This time he was minus his foreskin. "Okay, now you're starting to get cute," Pete told him as he sat down on the concrete floor next to Jason. "Turn the page." "This one ain't me...look, it's Jet." Jason noted. "That's mom's handwriting on the label. He's six months old." "You guys couldn't afford diapers, I take it," Pete laughed. Jason turned the page again. "Look, it's me and Dad...both of us naked," he laughed. "You must be about two or three in that one," Pete guessed. "Hooooo, shit...all three of us naked," Jason laughed in embarrassment in seeing a photo of his mom and dad naked. "You were five in that one...man, startin' to get quite a wiener on ya too," Pete observed. "Is that a hardon?" "Little kids can't get a hard on," Jason laughed, turning the page in embarrassment. "Like hell," Pete pointed. The next page featured Jason, Jet, and their dad, all three of them sporting erections. "The label says you're eight and Jet is sex." "SIX," Jason corrected, laughing. Jet's little boy-cock wasn't much to look at, but it very definitely was hard. "Hurry up, turn the page," Pete urged impatiently. "Ha! Ha-ha-ha." Jason suddenly snapped the book shut. It was a picture of himself and Jet, both buck naked, hard as rocks, KISSING. "Wonder what's in the other ones," he questioned, pulling out another book. "Hey, I wasn't done lookin'," Pete objected, grabbing for the album as Jason jerked it away, out of his reach. "Yes you were," Jason contradicted him laughing. Jason repeated the ritual of blowing dust from a second album, then with some excitement and no small degree of trepidation, he slowly opened. "Hoooo my godddddd." "Who's that?" Pete asked, pointing to two naked boys, one about twelve or thirteen, the other no more than ten or eleven. "You don't recognize them?" Jason reacted in surprise. They're suckin' each other's cocks..." Pete once more mentioned the obvious. "That's dad and uncle Des...Dad's the older one," Jason identified the two boys in the color photo. "You kidding?" Pete grabbed the book from Jason and peered at it more closely. "I guess it does look like'em a little," he admitted, then turned the page. "Quite a hot couple cocksuckers," he noted as the second enlarged photo was even more sexually explicit than had been the first. "Your dad was really...hot...and...god, your Uncle Des was...man, I'm gettin' hard just lookin' at'em." Jason turned the next page. There were several photos on it. All the boys were naked, their cocks hard, some jacking off, some sucking each other. He spotted his dad and Des and... "Ohhhhhhh FUCCCCKKKKKK!" "What?" Pete scanned the photos, massaging his cock to full hardness inside his pants. "That's...hooooo my god...that's GRANDDAD...and he's...he's suckin' this kid's cock!" Jason all but cried out loud. "Looks like some kind of pool party," Pete noted as he turned to another page with similar shots. "Granddad's place in Malibu," Jason recognized the setting. "We were there last summer for a week." Jason smiled as he slipped off his shorts and started stroking his hardened boy-cock. "Hey, wait for me," Pete laughed, strugging to his feet and ridding himself of his cutoff denim shorts and too-tight t-shirt. "Damn, this shit's hot. "I've never seen porn before." "Hooooo loook, a whole circle of boys suckin' each other's cocks...must be a DOZEN of them," Jason started counting. "Hooo, god, makes me soooooo horny," Pete gasped as he knelt on his knees, furiously jacking his cock, his hand a blur almost as it pumped his naked boyhood. Jason's eyes, traveled back and forth from the pictures in the album to what Pete was doing to his cock. "Wait, let me," Jason brushed away Pete's hand and started giving his best friend sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuck, always feels better when someone does it TO ya," Pete moaned as he felt his aching, naked, sexual pleasure starting to swell within his groin. "Ohhhhh, fuck, I love your cock, so big and hard and..." "JASON!!!" Pete suddenly cried out as he watched in disbelieve as his best friend suddenly took his cock in his mouth and started sucking on it voraciously. "Aahaiahhahhhhhhhhh fuccckkkkk!" "Want me to stop?" Jason smiled up at Pete mischievously, his friend's cock still on his lips. "NOOOOOO...OHHHHHHH, FUCCCCKKKKKK NOOOOOOOOOO," Pete cried out, then without asking, without another word, he laid down and scooted down next to Jason, then went down on his cock. He tried not to think about what he was doing, only how good Jason was making his cock feel and the irresistible urge to return that exquisitely beautiful pleasure in some measure. "Suck it," Jason urged, Pete's cock still in his mouth. Then letting Pete's cock slip from his lips, he began heaving and thrusting his thin, slender loins at his best friend, face-fucking him intensely. Then, realizing he was letting the moment slip away, he returned to Pete's cock, starting to enjoy being queer for the first time in his life. He suddenly came to recognize the fact that what he was doing he'd wanted to do for months, perhaps years but had been afraid to admit it, even to himself. He began sucking harder and faster. "Do it, do it, Jason, suck me, man, suck me off...ophhahhahhhhh fuck feels goooooddd..." Pete moaned, pausing in his own moment of sexual giving. "Let's cum," Jason gasped between up and down oral strokes like he'd observed in his dad's picture album. "Almost," Pete garbled, unaccustomed to talking with a pistoning cock in his mouth. "I'm close," Jason squeaked. "Feelin' it," Pete face-fucked his friend furiously. "Hurry, can't hold back much...AAEREHHEEGHEAHHHHHH FUCKIN' SHIIITTTT..." Jason had forgotten that Pete could shoot cum. He gagged convusively even as his own orgasm exploded deep inside him. "AAHEIAIEHHHEHHEHHH FUCK, FUCK, CUMMIN', AHHGHEAHEHH GOD, SUCK IT, PETE, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK ME OFF, MAN, SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME...ME...OFFFFFFF!!!!" Jason cried out as he finished Pete off by hand, spitting his friend's cum from his mouth. It wasn't that it tasted all that bad, he just hadn't been expecting it, and the syrupy texture kind of put him off. Pete didn't have to worry about any sudden syrupy surprise. The powerful spasms and pulsating throbs of Jason's five-inch boy-cock seemed to drive him on, sucking harder, faster, and longer than his younger sex friend. "OHHHHHH FUCK, JACK IT, MAN, JACK IT, JACK IT, JACK ME OFF, MAN, JACK ME OFF, KEEP JACKIN' ME OFF...FEELS SOOO GOOD...SOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD..." "You two enjoying yourselves down here?" Both boys looked up from one another's pulsating hard cocks in horror, then smiled. "Hey...we're cocksuckers now...we're queer like you." Jason smiled, Pete's cum smattering his face.