Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 01:21:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Robbie Calverley <lads-r-us@lycos.com>
Subject: COX & BOX 2

This is a story of sex between young males.  It is pure fiction and should
be read as such.  If this offends you or you are under-age please read no
further.

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written purely for entertainment and not for profit.

The story takes place where AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do
not exist so condoms are not used, nor are they necessary, unlike in this
wicked world of ours.  So when you have casual sex PLEASE make sure you are
adequately protected.  I don't want to lose any readers!!

That said, I hope you enjoy the story and whether you do or not please feel
free to contact me at the Email address at the end.


COX & BOX -- CHAPTER TWO -- BAR MITZVAH AND BEYOND


`You can just stop that for now' Charlie said `we've got to get showered
and dressed otherwise Momma will be back in here after us.'  And so saying
he slipped naked from the bed and held out his hand adding `I think we can
just about fit in the shower together.' And we walked naked across the
landing hand in hand into the bathroom for a very intimate shower together
and, let me tell you, it was more than just water that flowed down the
waste pipe that morning.


When we got down to the breakfast table I was surprised to see quite a
spread.  Momma said `It's going to be a long and important day and I'm not
going to have time to cook a proper lunch, so you'll just have to fill up
for the day now.  We won't be eating until quite late this evening, so make
the most of it.'  I could see a wicked glint in Momma's eye as she said
`besides, it looks as though you two had quite a night.'

Charlie and I looked at each other and blushed, remembering that Momma had
caught us in bed in each others arms.  `It wasn't what it looked like,
Momma ...' Charlie started to say before Momma laughed and said `I know
son, you and Billy have been friends for a long time.  You always used to
hold hands and you still hug when you meet, but you just looked so cute
lying there in each others arms I just had to tease you both.'

We continued to blush as we ate our breakfast, smiling guiltily at one
another when Momma wasn't looking.

Our morning was spent backwards and forwards to the Imperial Hotel where
Charlie's Bar Mitzvah was to be held.  Although the event was being managed
and catered by the hotel, Momma was determined to have her input and was
buzzing around like a bee flying from flower to flower.  She used Charlie
and me as her slaves for the morning, but then said we could have the
afternoon free but to be sure to be back at the house for 5 o'clock to get
showered and changed for the evening's celebrations.

We hemmed and hawed as to what to do and finally decided to go back to my
house and play some computer games.

I made us a sandwich which we ate with fizzy drinks in the living room and
then I asked Charlie whether he was nervous.  `To tell you the truth,
Billy, I'm shitting myself' he said.  It was unlike Charlie to use bad
language, so he was obviously VERY nervous.  `The worst part is when I have
to read from the Torah.' he said, the Torah being the Jewish scriptures.
`It's alright for boys who have studied Hebrew at Schul' he said `they have
some idea of what it's all about, but I've had to learn it parrot-fashion
because I can't read Hebrew at all.'  He went on to explain that usually
the Bar Mitzvah boy read from the sacred scrolls kept in the synagogue, but
they were considered too valuable to transport to the hotel and he would be
reading from a book.  `The book might as well not be there for what use it
is to me' he added.

He was patently very nervous indeed so I began to massage his shoulders to
try and relax him.  As I continued the massage I looked down and there
seemed to be a stirring in his crotch area.  `Hey' I said to him `this is
supposed to relax you, not stimulate you.'

Charlie giggled and said `Well, most of me is pretty relaxed now, but there
does seem to be just one little part of me that might need some individual
attention.'

`Well' I replied `never let it be said that I won't help a friend out in
his time of need.'

I slid down beside him and rubbed the palm of my hand over the front of his
shorts, then from his knees upwards over his inner thighs (I loved the feel
of the light covering of black hairs on his legs) then back to the front of
his shorts, and as the end of his lengthening cock appeared from the left
leg of his shorts my hand glided lightly across it, causing him to moan and
say `Shit, Billy, that feels amazing.'

`Let me get you comfortable' I said as he slid off the sofa and on to the
floor.  `Lift' I said as I took his waistband and began to lower his
shorts.  He raised his cute arse off the floor and I pulled his shorts down
to his ankles, then I took off his sandals and removed his shorts
altogether while he slipped out of his tee shirt.  Charlie now lay on the
carpet completely naked and it was one of the most alluring sights I have
ever seen.

`Hey' Charlie remarked `It looks as though your dick's going to burst
through the seams of your shorts.  Why don't you get comfortable too?'

I needed no further encouragement and was soon out of my tee shirt,
trainers, socks and shorts.  Unlike Charlie I always wore underpants (mum
insisted) and I removed those too and we were now both naked.  `Wow' said
Charlie `I just love that uncut cock of yours and so saying he took my
foreskin and rubbed it up and down over my knob.

I lay down beside him and took his cock gently in my hand and began
massaging gently, just as he was doing to me.  `Sorry, Billy' he said `but
have you got any hand cream or something?  My cock gets sensitive so
quickly and I don't want to cum straight away.'

I ran into the kitchen and got my mum's hand cream that she kept next to
the sink.  I squeezed some on to my finger and gently rubbed it into
Charlie's cock, giving particular attention to his knob.  `Ooooooohhhh,
that feels soooooooo goooooood' he said as he resumed his manoeuvres on my
own cock.  I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned over and kissed
his right nipple.  His nipples were very dark compared with mine, and as I
withdrew my lips I noticed that his right was now larger than his left, so
I repeated my action to his left one, which also grew immediately.  `Oh,
Billy' he said `don't stop.'

I began to plant light kisses all over his upper body from his neck to his
navel and he continued to murmur his approval, sometimes making little
grunting noises, sometimes just moaning.  I slid down, a little so I could
reach further, which meant that Charlie could no longer reach my cock, but
I was just happy knowing that I was making him happy.  I carried on down to
his waist, then skipped over his crotch and began kissing his thighs.  He
opened his legs a little so I could reach his inner thighs, and when I
kissed them he was obviously really turned on.

I wondered in my own mind whether I dared kiss his cock as I knew I wanted
to.  Would it spook him totally?  There was only one way to find out.
Firstly I held his cock against his stomach while I kissed his beautifully
formed balls.  He obviously approved of this as his moans became a little
louder, then I kissed his shaft, about half way up, he became louder still,
then I wrapped my hand around his cock, held it upright and kissed his
knob.  I think he almost shot his load there and then as he said `Blooooody
hell!!'

`Faster, faster, Billy, I'm almost there' he said, but I just continued
stroking gently.  `Faster, PLEASE, Billy' he said, but I ignored him. I
just continued stroking slowly as he writhed on the floor.  He moved as if
to put his own hand around his cock but I slapped it away playfully and
continued my slow ministrations.  He was bucking wildly now and emitting
little animal-like squeaking sounds as with one final thrust he shot high
into the air, his hot cum coming straight down and landing on my hand.  He
must have shot half-a-dozen thin strands of cum and then the rest just
dribbled out over my hand.  `You bastard' he muttered as he began to get
his breath back, `you beautiful, teasing, wonderful bastard.'  Strange how
a boy who never normally swears loses all control of his vocabulary when
sexually aroused!!!

I laughed and said `Yea, guilty as charged, but I know how absolutely great
it feels just to wank slowly.  The feelings get soooo intense and the
climax is just amazing.'

`You got that right, my friend' he said, smiling up at me.  `Your turn
now.'

Charlie leaned over me and kissed me gently on the forehead, then turned
his attention to my waiting cock.  He gripped me firmly and began to rub my
foreskin over the glans until I was really, REALLY hard, then began
stroking the full length of shaft.  He copied my actions by kissing both of
my nipples in turn and then worked his way slowly, oh so slowly down to my
navel.  His kisses were as gentle as a butterfly's wing, like a cross
between a kiss and a tickle.  Knowing me as well as he does, Charlie knows
that my ribs are REALLY ticklish and when he kissed me there it was so, SO
erotic, I could hardly control myself.  All the while Charlie continued
stroking my cock gently and the feelings were becoming more and more
intense.  Let me tell you, I was floating and it felt so good that I was
hoping I would never come down.

Charlie slid himself down in between my legs without missing a stroke and,
like him, I opened my legs so he could make himself more comfortable and
for easier access.  With his free hand he began to rub my inner thighs and
then moved up to what I now know is called my perineum, you know, that
little bit between the back of your ballsack and your arse.  When Charlie
started rubbing me there I really did lose it completely and, even to my
own ears my wailing sounded more like pain than pleasure, and my pleasure
right then was so intense it was almost painful.

A boy can only take so much stimulation and I knew that I couldn't last
much longer.  Charlie knew too and up until twenty minutes ago he would
have sped up his ministrations, but now he knew how good it felt to be
wanked slowly, he just kept on at the same speed.  I thought at one point
my balls were going to burst, but then I felt my juices begin their journey
and I managed to articulate just the one word over and over again.
Yes...yes...yes...Yes...Yessss...YESssssss...YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! My
load shot high into the air landing with some considerable force on my
stomach and all over Charlie's hand and arm.  I really think I actually
lost consciousness for a few seconds as my whole body relaxed after this
phenomenal climax.

Eventually I regained the power of logical thought and speech and said to
Charlie `That was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced.  Thank
you sooooo much, Charlie, thank you.'

`Hey' said Charlie `It couldn't have been any better than what you did for
me.'  Then he lowered himself over me and kissed me very, very gently on
the lips.  `I hope that wasn't too gay' he said doubtfully.

`Charlie, if that was gay, then gay is what I want to be.  Forty-eight
hours ago I was too frightened to suggest anything like this in case I lost
your friendship.  Now, I just feel so lucky that my best friend means more
to me than ever.'  I reached up and returned his kiss, this time lingering
there for a few seconds.  `We're both a bit messy' I said `we'd better
shower.'

`No.' said Charlie `Let's just stay like this till just before 5 o'clock
when we have to go next door, we can shower here then we just have to
change at home.

So there we lay, cuddling and occasionally kissing and chatting until there
was nothing left to say, then we just laid in companionable silence.

At 4:45 we went upstairs and showered and I collected my best suit, shirt
and tie and some clean underwear from the bedroom and picked up my black
shoes from the hall closet on my way out.  I also gathered some clean
clothes for the following day and felt daring enough to copy Charlie and
not take any underwear -- well, mum wasn't around to know, was she?  Momma
was surprised to see us with wet hair but we explained that we'd just
showered to save time and she was quite happy with that.  She looked really
beautiful.  She had obviously taken a great deal of trouble over her
make-up and her dress was a beautiful shade of lilac and showed off her
figure beautifully. If I was twenty years older and straight I could
probably have fancied her myself.  Charlie and I went up to his room and
stripped off our casuals.  At one point we were both naked and looked at
one another longingly, but decided to save ourselves for later at the
hotel.  When we were both dressed and had brushed our hair I must say we
both looked very presentable and Momma was most impressed when we presented
ourselves for inspection.  `You'll both make some girl happy some day.'

Charlie and I looked at one another and we just couldn't help bursting out
laughing.  `Ah' said Momma `you may laugh now, but mark my words, it will
happen sooner than you think' missing the point completely, thank God.

Pops came downstairs shortly afterwards looking very smart in his best suit
and wearing his skull cap or `yarmulke' as he called it, then he put one on
Charlie's head and Momma used a hair clip to fix it there.  `Would you like
to wear a yarmulke Billy?'  He asked.

`No thanks Mr B' I said `I think I'll give it a miss.'  He laughed and
ruffled my hair and then he said to Momma `You'd better hurry and get
ready, darling.'  Momma picked up a plate from the table and went to throw
it at him, laughing, and then he said `You look truly beautiful and kissed
her.

`Yeuk' said Charlie.  `Disgusting at your age.'

`Hey' they said together, laughing.  `Come on, let's go' said Pops and we
headed out to the car.

`Now has everybody got everything they need?' asked Pops `I don't want to
have to drive home half way through the evening.'  I felt in my pocket for
the little blue velvet bag that contained a gift for Charlie on his special
day.

We arrived at the hotel and were greeted by the manger who showed us to the
room where the function was to be held, not that we needed showing as we
had been there most of the morning anyway.  The room looked lovely,
tastefully decorated with lovely floral displays.  A very effeminate
catering manager was flitting around making last-minute adjustments to the
buffet table and eyeing up Charlie and me at every opportunity. We giggled,
wondering which one of us he would like to get his hands on.

The first guests began to arrive and among them was Rabbi Sachs who was to
officiate at this evening's celebrations.  He was an elderly, thin
grey-haired man with a wicked twinkle in his eye, so I guessed that not
everything would be solemn and serious.  We were introduced and he said
that he already felt that he knew me as Charlie (or Chagai, as he called
him) never stopped talking about me.  I blushed and said that I hoped he
had only heard good things.  He smiled back at me, winked and said simply
`The best.'

Half an hour later the room was pretty full and it was time to get the
ceremonial part of the evening underway.  Pops introduced Rabbi Sachs and
he took over from there.  He explained that this was not a normal Bar
Mitzvah as it was not being held at the synagogue, but that Charlie's
family had requested it be held at the hotel as part of the overall
celebration.  He went on to say that Bar Mitzvah was not a thing, it was,
in fact, the person at the centre of the celebration, in this case Charlie,
as Bar Mitzvah meant `Son of the Commandment' he told us a little more of
the background and that it signified a Jewish boy's advancement to manhood
and that from today Charlie would cease to be a boy in the eyes of the
Jewish faith and would become a man.  Then it was time for Charlie to read
from the Torah.  The Rabbi explained that he was not able to bring the
sacred scrolls out of the synagogue, but he produced a large, heavy-looking
black book and held it in front of him as he walked around the room.  I
noticed that some of the men were wearing little fringed shawls, which I
was told were `prayer shawls' and as the Rabbi passed them, they touched
the book with their shawls.  The Rabbi returned to the front where a
red-faced Charlie joined him and began to read from the book.  Needless to
say, I did not understand a word, but Charlie had already told me what the
reading said so I knew roughly what was going on.  Then Charlie made a
short speech explaining what he had read, and what it meant to him and also
what God meant to him.  Momma and Pops looked proud enough to burst.  Then
Rabbi Sachs took a special loaf of bread called a challah and some wine and
blessed it, rather like my own communion service, and shared it with the
congregation and then he said it was time for the blessing.

`Before I pronounce the blessing, I would like to invite Chagai's special
guest to come and join him and share the blessing with him.  Billy Cox has
been Chagai's best friend from the first day he moved to this town and it
would be churlish of me not to include him in this ceremony.  So Billy,
please come and join Chagai in front of me.'

I was taken aback, but delighted, so I stood, and went to move but a
thought entered my head, so I turned to pops and said `Can I borrow your
yarmulke for a moment?'

Pops smiled at me and took an ornately embroidered one from his pocket
saying `This is for you, Billy.'  He placed it on my head and Momma quickly
fastened it in place with a hair grip.

I walked to the front of the room with all eyes on me and knelt next to
Charlie in front of Rabbi Sachs.  Before I knew it, Charlie had taken my
hand in his and Rabbi Sachs placed a hand on each of our heads.  He
pronounced the blessing first of all in Hebrew and then in English: `The
Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face to shine upon you and
be gracious unto you.  The Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give
you his peace.'

I stood with tears in my eyes and the Rabbi hugged Charlie then kissed him
on both cheeks and wished him `mazel tov' or `congratulations'.  Then he
hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks, then we hugged each other and
kissed on both cheeks (I particularly enjoyed that bit), then the whole
room seemed to erupt into an orgy of hugging and kissing.  I think I must
have hugged and kissed every man, woman, boy and girl in the room, and
there were some really gorgeous Jewish boys there from Charlie's school and
from the synagogue, but there was only one boy for me.

Eventually the hoo-ha died down and Momma announced to the assembled guests
that the buffet was now open.  Charlie and I joined the queue but were
ushered to the front as guests of honour and we filled our plates with
goodies, many of them completely new to me, but Charlie and the camp
catering manager ushered me through the whole table explaining what
everything was.

We sat ourselves at a table in the corner and, much to my surprise, we were
shortly joined by Rabbi Sachs, who had also been bumped to the front of the
queue.  We chatted as if we were old friends and he told me that Charlie
was very fortunate to have such a good friend as me, especially as Jews
were sometimes despised by other religions.  I told him the absolute truth,
the fact that whether Charlie was Jewish, Christian, Moslem, atheist, black
white, brown or yellow, he was still Charlie and the best friend any boy
could ever have, so I was the lucky one.  Charlie had the grace to blush at
this but Rabbi Sachs nodded sagely and said `then you two boys deserve one
another, long may your friendship last.'

People were stopping at our table as they passed to exchange a word or two
with us and then Momma and Pops came towards us, speaking as they walked. I
heard the end of Mommas last remark to Pops as she said `...I'm sure the
boys won't mind' and then to us `will you boys?'

`What's that?' we asked together `well, Aunt Sadie and Uncle Harry have had
an enormous row and Aunt Sadie wants to go home as she says she won't let
Uncle Harry sleep in the same bed as her tonight as a punishment.  The
hotel is full with our guests, so we told them they could have your twin
room as long as you don't mind sharing their double suite.'  She looked at
us expectantly.  I looked at Charlie and said `Well, I suppose we could
manage as it's only for tonight.'

`Well,' Charlie replied `it's not terribly convenient, but I suppose
beggars can't be choosers.'

Momma looked at us and said `Well, the Victoria Suite is one of the best
rooms in the hotel.  And you slept together last night, and you will be for
the rest of the week so ... are you pulling my leg, boys?'

We could hold it in no longer and both burst into fits of laughter.
`Really, Momma, it makes no difference to us at all.' said Charlie, winking
at me.

Personally, I couldn't work our which guests were Uncle Harry and Aunt
Sadie, but I was silently thanking them profusely.

We returned to the buffet table, which was now somewhat decimated, for some
dessert and were served by the Catering Manager, yes, the camp one.  `Well,
boys, congratulations to you both.  Are you staying at the hotel tonight?'
he asked.

`Yes' said Charlie `we are in the Victoria Suite'.

`Oh, that's very nice, but it's a double bed in there.  Did you know that,
boys'

`Oh, yes' said Charlie with a wicked look at me.  `We're very comfortable
with that.'

`Oh' said Mr. Camp, `you must be very good er friends then.'

`Oh yes, we're er VERY good friends' Charlie replied.

`Hmmmm' said our new friend `well, if you need anything, just be sure to
ask room service, and if I'm around I'll give you personal service.  My
name is Adam, by the way' He smiled at us knowingly and resumed his duties
at the buffet table.

`Charlie!' I said `that was soooo wicked.  You know what he is, don't you?'

`Oh, yes' said Charlie `and he's had his eye on us all evening, so I just
thought I'd wind him up a little.'

`Oh' I said I almost forgot, I have something for you.  Mum and Dad and I
clubbed together and we bought you this for your special occasion.' And I
took from my pocket the small, blue velvet bag and handed it to him.

`For me?' he asked `I'll put it with the other gifts and open them all
together.'

`Oh' I said, unable to avoid my disappointment.  `I chose it specially for
you, and I did some research and found out that the number eighteen was
very significant for a Bar Mitzvah because in traditional Hebrew
numerology, the number values of the word "Chai," or life, add up to 18,
and I went especially to a Jewish store to incorporate this in your gift.'

`Ok, OK, I'll open it now.'  He opened the drawstrings and turned the bag
upside down so that the sterling silver identity bracelet dropped into his
other hand.  He looked at it carefully and then looked at me saying `It's
beautiful, Billy, and you had `Charlie' engraved on it.'

`Turn it over' I said, and Charlie turned over the engraved plate and on
the back he read in miniscule letters `The best friend a boy could have,
with much love from Mum, Dad and especially Billy.'

`Mr Franks, the jeweller said he wouldn't be able to fit it all in, but I
sweet-talked him into trying, and I think he made a wonderful job of it,
and if you count the links, there are eighteen of them and it's very
difficult to see, but alternate links are adjustable, so it will get bigger
as you grow.'

When Charlie looked up there were tears in his eyes and he had some
difficulty in speaking.  `Thanks Billy, this means more to me than
anything, more than all the other gifts put together, even though I don't
know what they are yet.'

We were interrupted by Pops announcing from the stage that the band would
begin playing in a few minutes and asking everyone to stand so that the
hotel staff could rearrange the furniture to make the room ready for
dancing.  Some band!  Piano, double bass and drums!!  Obviously they had to
cater for the older guests, but that really was at the risk of boring us
youngsters to death.  We stood it for as long as we could, but at 10.30,
faking yawns and saying that it had been a long and exciting day we bade
Momma, Pops and the guests `goodnight'.  Pops took us to one side and said
that he and Momma would like to spend some `quality time' together the
following morning, which caused Charlie and I to look at one another with
raised eyebrows and caused Pops to blush and grin sheepishly.  `I suggest
that you boys order breakfast from room service and we'll meet you in the
lobby around 11 o'clock.'  Needless to say, we boys didn't mind this at all
as it meant that we could have some `quality time' of our own.

We collected out key from the reception desk then took the lift to the
fifth floor and went into our suite.  It was fantastic.  We had a small
sitting room, a huge double bedroom and the bathroom had to be seen to be
believed.  There was a huge bath with room enough for both of us and
several friends, a double shower, toilet and bidet.  There were two wash
basins and all the toiletries we could want.  Just as we were settling down
to watch a little TV there was a knock at the door.  Charlie got up an
opened it and it was Pops with the small suitcase containing our clean
clothes for the following day and a whole procession of hotel staff bearing
Charlie's gifts, which they laid out on the coffee table, spilling on to
the floor surrounding it.  Pops produced a handful of envelopes saying that
there were no gifts with these, but that they probably contained cheques or
cash.

He bade us goodnight and we settled down together.

`Do you want to open your gifts now?' I asked Charlie.

`Not now' he replied `there's only one thing I want right now' and so
saying he stood, took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.

`Why, young man' I said flattering my eyelashes `I'm sure I don't know what
you mean.'

Charlie giggled, drew me to him and planted the lightest of kisses on my
lips.  `Does that give you a clue?' he asked.

Oh, yes, that told me pretty well everything!


Robbie
Lads-R-Us

CHAPTER THREE -- BEDKNOBS AND BLOWJOBS - follows soon if I get enough
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