Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 17:53:13 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk>
Subject: COX & BOX 6

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COX & BOX -- CHAPTER SIX -- COMING OUT TO MUM & DAD

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO ADAM POLLARD WHO GAVE ME THE IDEA
FOR THE FIRST PART OF THIS CHAPTER,


We smiled and kissed at the same time, then heard a sniff from the side of
the bed as Adam fought back more tears, and then he said `OK, boys, I think
my job is done here, you have an hour before anybody comes to clean the
room, so just make sure you're out by then.  I'll be in my office just off
the foyer, please come and say goodbye before you leave

`Thank you, Adam' we said together. We wanted to say a lot more, but that
could wait for an hour.  At this precise moment we were so wrapped up in
one another and our newfound experiences that nothing existed outside these
four walls as far as we were concerned.

Now we could honestly say that not only did we love one another, we really
were truly `lovers'.

We made the most of that hour, Charlie insisted that we stopped using the
word `fuck' and instead used the phrase `making love' and it seemed to fit
just right, so we made love again, Charlie taking the `top' role which he
seemed to prefer, which is just fine as I love to feel him inside me.

We both reached our climax again and then lay in one another's arms for ten
minutes kissing one another, our tongues darting out of our mouths like
swords in a duel, but not going as far as a full French kiss.

`We'd better get dressed and go and see Adam' Charlie suggested

`Not just yet' I said `we still have twenty minutes. I reached out to the
bedside table and grabbed our butt plugs and lube and prepared Charlie's
arse and slid one of the plugs home with Charlie making cooing noises of
delight.  I then lubed up the other plug and passed it to Charlie and he
slid it expertly into my waiting love chute.  Then he flipped himself
around and began lightly licking my cock, which began to grow hard in
nought seconds flat.  I played with his balls with one hand and slowly
massaged his cock with the other, then when it was good and hard I slipped
his cock into my mouth and took it deep as I could and then lightly closed
my teeth over it and gently, so very gently eased my teeth down his shaft
to his knob and off the end.

`FFFFFFFFFFffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking hell, that is soooooo amazing' said
Charlie, when he got his breath back.  `I almost came then.'  I carried on
sucking him and passed a hand between his legs and gently twisted the
flange of his butt plug so that it swivelled inside him.  `Oh, Billy' he
said, but could say no more as I pressed the plug as far in as I possibly
could.  Charlie was rewarding me with so much precum that I thought he had
shot his load, but then I guessed he hadn't as he remained ultra-hard and
showed no signs of over sensitivity as I continued to lick his shaft and
then paid particular attention to his knob and specifically his piss slit,
taking the precum as it left him.

I felt pressure between my legs and realised that he was going to give me
the same treatment.  He pressed hard against the plug and I could feel it
pressing against something deep inside me and was about to ask him to be
careful when whatever it was inside me suddenly opened up and admitted the
tip of the plug. The feeling was so fantastic that he could have pressed it
right up into my throat and I wouldn't have complained.  He then combined
the pressure with twisting and without warning I felt my love juices begin
to rise at such a speed that I couldn't warn him that he was about to get a
mouthful.  I needn't have worried, he took all that I had to offer and then
released the pressure on the plug, but continued to suck me gently, not
putting any pressure on my cock.

Again I slid my lips down his shaft and just licked his piss slit with
little darting movements which made him squirm under me, and when he
removed his mouth from my cock he began uttering little moans and as he
shuddered I knew what to expect.  I was not disappointed because just a few
seconds later he shot his load into my waiting mouth, proving yet again
that 13 year-old boys really are cum factories.

We just had time for a brief hug before we had to get dressed and out of
the room.  We left our butt plugs in place and went down in the lift to
reception where we asked the young man behind the reception desk where we
could find Adam's office.  He looked us up and down knowingly, smiled and
directed us to a door just by the main entrance.  As we turned to go he
whispered `I hope the honeymoon suite met with your approval.'

We had the grace to blush and grin sheepishly, thanking him as we left.  We
knocked on Adam's door and he called us to come in.  He smiled as we
entered and asked `Got your strength back now boys?'

`Just about' said Charlie `you missed the encores, though. Adam laughed and
then Charlie said `Did you tell the guy behind the reception desk about
us?'

Adam nodded and said `I had no choice really, I had to have his OK to use
the room, but you needn't worry, Ralph is a sweetie and although he's
straight he understands that we all have our preferences.  In fact, it was
his idea to give you the honeymoon suite.'

We nodded our understanding and then I said `We just wanted to come and say
how grateful we are to you, Adam, you've been so kind to us and taught us
so much.  You must have spent a fortune on all the stuff you bought, you
must let us know how much and we'll let you have the cash when we can.'

`Nonsense' said Adam coming around the desk.  `It has been a pleasure to
meet two unspoilt, loving, caring boys.  I count it a real privilege that
you allowed me into the most intimate area of your lives and that you
trusted me to behave myself, although I have to confess it was difficult at
times.  What I want to say now is that if ever you need help or advice and
you think I may be of some use to you, you have my mobile number so please
phone me, and if ever you're passing I insist that you pop in and see me.

Then he hugged us both and kissed us both on the cheek saying `Now get
those gorgeous butts out of here and go and enjoy yourselves.'

He came with us on to the pavement and as we waved our goodbyes I could see
a tear running down his cheek.  I looked at Charlie to see that he was in a
similar state and I must confess that I had to blink a few times to clear
my eyesight.  I looked up at the hotel and said to Charlie `I'll never look
at this place in the same light again.  Your Bar Mitzvah was great, but
what happened here today was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I'll
never forget it.  The Imperial will always have a special place in my
heart.  I almost took Charlie's hand as we walked to where we had left out
bikes, but I wasn't quite that ready to be quite so open just yet.

The rest of the week flew by and we made love whenever we could, cementing
our relationship.  Saturday morning dawned dull and rainy and Charlie
volunteered to come to my house with me and get everything ready for Mum &
Dad's homecoming.  We tidied and dusted around, not that there was any mess
as we had spent all of our time next door.  Mum and Dad are rather partial
to spicy foods so I took some chicken from the freezer and defrosted it in
the microwave, then chopped it and poured over a jar of curry sauce that I
found in the larder and set it on to cook.  I found some rice to go with it
and put a couple of bottles of Chardonnay to chill in the fridge.  I wanted
them in a good mood because today was the day when I planned to tell them
that Charlie and I were now a couple.  I cooked enough so that Charlie
could stay for the meal as he wanted to be with me when I told them the
news.

The phone rang at about mid-day and Mum told me they were on the motorway
and expected to be home in about two hours, asking me what I would like for
lunch as they were planning to get a take-away.  I told them not to bother
as there was a curry waiting for them and Mum was delighted.

The car pulled into the driveway at 2.15 and we ran out to greet them. We
hugged and Mum kissed us both and said how good it was to see us and that
they had had a wonderful break but were pleased to be home.

As we walked into the house the smell of curry wafted into their nostrils
and they both said how delicious it smelled.  I told them that I just had
to cook the rice and then dinner (or late lunch really) would be served.  I
asked Charlie to open the wine and he poured glasses for Mum and Dad and
then Dad suggested we put a second bottle in the fridge as he thought that
Charlie and I deserved a glass.  `I already thought of that' I said opening
the fridge and showing him the other bottle.

He got two more glasses and poured our drinks then he and mum raised their
glasses in a toast to `Cox and Box'.

Twenty minutes later we sat down to eat and although I say it myself and
although it was only a ready-made sauce, the curry was excellent and Mum
and Dad seemed to be getting quite mellow as the second bottle of wine
slowly emptied.

Charlie and I cleared away the dishes into the dishwasher while Mum and Dad
sat on the sofa and Dad turned on the TV to watch the sport.

When we had cleared away I looked at Charlie and he looked at me as I said
`It's now or never.'  He came to me and hugged me, kissed me lightly, took
my hand and led me into the sitting room.  I think he realised that if I
were left to my own devices I might chicken out.  We dropped hands as we
went through the door and I cleared my throat and said `Mum, Dad, I have
something to tell you.'

They looked at me smiling and Dad said `OK son, spit it out, it can't be
that bad because the house is still standing.'

They laughed and Mum asked `What is it Billy?'

`Well, er' I began `there's no easy way to say this but, you see, er' I
suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pee, but clenched my buttocks and
tightened the muscles at the base of my cock and the feeling subsided. `You
see, Charlie and I, we ... ... ... we've decided that we love one another
and we want to be treated like a couple.'

There was a stunned silence before Dad said `WHAT?'

`Mum, Dad, I love Charlie and he loves me and we ... ... ... ...'

`DON'T BE SO BLOODY STUPID, BILLY, NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A
... ... ... ... A QUEER' said Dad.

To say I was shocked was an understatement.

I felt Charlie's hand in mine and knew that he would support me if he could
in anything I said or did, but at the moment I was absolutely dumbstruck.

`Get your hand away from my son, you little pervert.' Suddenly shouted my
mother `this is all your fault, you little pouff.'

`NO' I shouted `This is NOT Charlie's fault, this is what we BOTH want.'

`GET OUT OF MY HOUSE' she shouted at Charlie `GET OUT NOW AND NEVER COME
BACK.'

`But Mum ... ... ... ...' began Charlie

`DON'T YOU EVER, EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN, IN FACT DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME
AGAIN, AND IF YOU HAVE TO SPEAK YOU WILL CALL ME MRS. COX, NOW GET OUT'

I could hear Charlie whimpering beside me as he tried to remove his hand
from my grasp, but I tried to hold on to him.  `Mum, this is not fair' I
said.

`FAIR, YOU TALK ABOUT FAIR?  That little pervert has seduced you and all
you can do is talk about me not being fair.  Now get out, boy, and don't
ever come back' she said to Charlie.

He managed to wrestle his hand from my grasp and left the house in tears.

`Now get out of my sight, William, go to your room and don't come out until
I tell you.'

William? She hasn't called me William since I was 11 years old and she
caught me smoking a cigarette in the garage.

Throughout this exchange I had been aware of my father staring open-mouthed
at my mother, but as I made my way upstairs blinking back the tears I could
hear their raised voices as they half-discussed, half-argued about what had
happened.  A few minutes later I heard a knock at the back door and Momma's
voice speaking briefly before Mum started shouting that her son had
corrupted me and that he was a pervert and that she had a good mind to go
to the police, then I heard the back door slam and Momma walking away
crying.

The raised voices continued downstairs as I lay on my bed sobbing now.  I
didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to think, I didn't know how to
cope with this.  I think I must have cried myself to sleep and when I woke
up I was aware of movement beside the bed and saw Dad sitting in the
rocking chair beside me.  He held out his arms to me and for the first time
in I don't know how many years I sat in his lap and cried, and cried and
cried.  `She's so unfair' I snivelled `she doesn't understand.'

`Neither do I, son' said Dad `but I'm willing to listen.  I can't speak for
your mum, she has really taken this badly and she's adamant that she will
never have Charlie in the house again.  Billy, what happened?  Did Charlie
seduce you?'

`No, Dad, No, if anything I seduced him, but we both wanted it and we both
love one another and it just seems so right.' I replied.

`Have you and Billy ... ... ...well ... ... ...' Dad began

`Yes, Dad, we are lovers in every sense of the word.'

`Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy, I wish I could understand you, but it all seems
so alien to me.' he said.

`I know, Dad, but at least you're talking to me.' I replied.

We must have sat there for over an hour until my sobs subsided and then he
said `Back to bed now, Billy, let's hope that things sort themselves in the
morning.' And he helped me back into bed and kissed me on the forehead,
something he hadn't done for a long, long time.

I was still fully dressed, but I hardly even noticed.  I slept fitfully,
waking every so often to cry a few more tears and mull over how unhappy I
was.

Sunday brought no solution to the problem.  Dad told me that Charlie had
knocked on the back door but when Mum had seen who it was she refused even
to open the door and Charlie had stood outside crying and begging to see
me.

I left my room only twice during the day, both times to use the toilet.  I
was in the same clothes and would continue to wear them throughout the
coming week.  I had lost interest in my appearance.  I didn't wash, not
even my hands after peeing and I certainly didn't shower.  Dad brought
meals to me on a tray but I ate nothing, just drank water and stared into
the middle distance.  I didn't think about anything other than Charlie.  I
was due back at school on the Monday and mum wanted Dad to force me to go,
but Dad phoned them and said that I was ill and would not be there for a
few days.  He also took time off work so that he could be in the house as
he didn't want me to be alone with Mum.

I continued my solitary existence until the Thursday and my food trays were
still being returned to the kitchen untouched and even Mum was beginning to
get worried.  Eventually on the Friday morning she knocked and came into my
room.  Her attitude was as frosty as ever when she said `You'll have to eat
something, Billy, or you'll make yourself ill.'

`I don't care' I said, petulantly `I don't care if I die if I can't be with
Charlie.'

I couldn't bear to be in the same room as her and I stood to leave.
`Billy, you haven't eaten since Saturday and I'm worried about you.' She
said.

`You don't care about me' I said `You've taken away the boy that I love and
you've ruined my life.' I said

`Don't say that, Billy, you can't love him, it's not natural.  We didn't
bring you up to be like this.'

`Mum, it's not the way you brought me up; it's the way I am.  I'm not
saying that one day I might not marry and have kids and lead what YOU would
call a `normal life', but for the moment I want to be with Charlie.  I love
Charlie and he loves me, but we both know that it may just be a phase we're
going through, but for now, we want to be with one another.'

`Huh' she said `and what do the pervert's parents have to say about it?'

`Mum, please don't call him a pervert; if he's a pervert then I'm a
pervert.  He didn't seduce me, it's something we both want, and if anything
I made the first move, and Momma and Pops have been great.  I think they
had trouble understanding what we're about, but at least they have accepted
us and treat us like normal kids.' I said.

`Normal?  You think this is Normal?' she said, and left the room without
another word, closing the door behind her.

I thought I couldn't cry any more.  I was wrong.  I was very wrong. I
seemed to spend the rest of the day crying and when my dad came in with a
food tray later in the day I ignored him and just lay curled up on the bed.

Saturday morning I woke and when I tried to get out of bed I found I could
hardly stand, but I made it to the toilet and peed, but found I could only
crawl back to my bedroom.  I think Dad must have heard the noise because he
came upstairs and saw me climbing from the floor into the bed, and even
that was almost too much effort.  I had, to all intents and purposes, given
up the will to live.

Later in the day I did something I hadn't done since I was eight years old.
I'm ashamed to say I peed the bed, and I didn't care, I just lay there in
my own urine, wallowing in self-pity and not caring.

I was aware of my Dad coming in to the bedroom and of him saying, as he had
earlier in the week `Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy.'

He picked up his piss-sodden son and took me to the bathroom where he ran
me a warm bath, undressed me and lifted me into it and then proceeded to
wash every inch of my body from my hair down to my toes, then he wrapped me
in his own thick towelling bath robe and sat me in the rocking chair in my
bedroom while he took off the soiled bedding, turned the mattress so the
wettest side was downwards, placed a couple of thick towels over the damp
area and then put fresh, clean sheets on the bed and laid me down, covering
me with the duvet which he had put a fresh, clean cover on.

I must say that being clean again made me feel a little better, but I knew
it was only a temporary respite.

I heard Dad go downstairs and once again there were raised voices, but this
time it was my father who was laying down the law and I could hear a lot of
what he said.  I heard Charlie's name mentioned several times and
eventually heard the back door slam and then there was silence.  Silence
that was short-lived because the next thing I knew was Mum shouting `GET
OUT OF MY HOUSE' and then I heard Dad tell her to shut up and then I heard
Momma's voice saying that they had to talk about this. `Charlie's in a
terrible state,' she said `he won't eat; he just stays in his room and
cries all day.'

`Pretty much the same as Billy' said Dad `and I'm really worried about him,
he hasn't even got he strength to stand' said Dad, `I really think we have
to listen to what the boys are saying.'

`NEVER!' said Mum

`Come on, Grace,' said Momma `I felt a bit strange at first, but the boys
have been friends for all these years and they know one another inside out,
and if they say they're in love, who are we to argue?'

Mum, for once, was silent, and then I heard Dad say `I'm sorry, Grace, but
I have to agree with Rachel on this one, you didn't see how bad Billy was
today.'

`You're all ganging up against me' said Mum `I know that something has to
be done, but I just can't accept that my son is ... ... ... ... gay' she
finally said.

`Grace,' said Momma `the boys may not be gay.  They say themselves that
they may marry and have kids one day.  I love Billy as much as I love
Charlie and I just can't stand to see either of them this unhappy,
especially if Billy is as bad as Frank says.  You're his mother, Grace;
surely a mother's love overrides everything.'

There was silence for a moment and then I hear Mum begin to wail like I've
never heard anybody cry before and a few moments later by bedroom door flew
open and Mum was on the side of the bed, heaving me into her arms saying
`I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Billy'

With what little strength I had left I hugged her and my tears joined hers
in washing away the hurt.

`Frank' she shouted `Frank'.  Dad came running upstairs thinking something
was wrong `go and get Charlie' she said between sobs.  `Go on!'

Dad didn't wait to be told again, he ran down the stairs and went next door
with Momma and two minutes later they were back with the boy I thought I
had lost for ever.  He was a little unsteady on is feet, but he was in a
little better shape than me, probably because his parents were so
supportive, but you could tell that he had been suffering as much as me.
He looked at Mum, waiting for her to explode.  Instead she looked at him
and said `I'm sorry, Charlie, I said some unforgivable things to you and
while I don't pretend to understand what you boys have between you, I know
that there is an unbreakable bond and I promise you that whatever happens,
I will never try to break that bond again.  She released me from her grasp
and kissed me lightly on the cheek, then held out her arms to Charlie and
kissed him too.  Then it was time for Dad to take her by the arm and lead
her from the bedroom, closing the door behind him.  Charlie slipped out of
his clothes and climbed into bed beside me, took me in his arms and kissed
me.  We were both too weak to do anything but gaze into each other's eyes,
but what we could see there was pure, unadulterated, all-conquering love.
My cares and worries disappeared into thin air.  My lover was beside me
again and that was all that really mattered.


Robbie
Lads-R-Us


CHAPTER SEVEN -- CHARLIE'S DIARY - follows soon. I would like to thank all
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