Date: Sun, 05 Nov 2006 09:44:58 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk>
Subject: Cox & Box 7

This is a story of sex between young males.  It is pure fiction and should
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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!!

This is escapist fantasy.  Anybody looking for reality is advised to look
elsewhere.

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 SEVEN -- CHARLIE'S DIARY


Then it was time for Dad to take Mum 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.

Once back together again we quickly resumed eating and soon got our
strength back and returned to our respective schools.  We had a big meeting
with both sets of parents who tried to lay down the law as to what we could
and could not do, but we made it clear to them that we would not be
dictated to and that we would be spending weekends together and, provided
homework was done and any chores around the house, we would have a couple
of nights together during the week.

Mum's attitude was still a bit offish, but she began to smile again and
stopped calling Charlie names.

It was about a month after our reconciliation and we were spending the
weekend at Charlie's house.  Things were fine between us and the sex had
resumed on a regular basis now that we were getting stronger.  Momma had
asked Charlie to go shopping with her as she needed to buy him some new
school uniform as he had recently put on a growth spurt.  My stomach was
playing up a little so I opted to stay at home and was idly scanning the
bookcase in Charlie's bedroom for something to read. As I reached for a
battered copy of `Treasure Island' I noticed that the book next to it had
nothing written on the spine so I took it from the shelf and realised that
it was Charlie's diary.

Now I know that diaries are sacrosanct and that NOBODY should EVER read
another person's diary, but `it just seemed to fall open' and I began to
read a very descriptive and accurate account of one of our sex sessions.
Charlie certainly seemed to get a lot out of them, but then so did I.

As I flicked through other pages I notice that on most Wednesdays there was
the entry `BJ with K'.

Now being a horny, lustful gay teenager, BJ only means one thing to me and
that's Blow Job.  And `BJ with K' certainly has nothing to do with me as My
name doesn't begin with `K'.

So, what was it all about?  The entries seemed to go back for several
months and when I got back to the first one it said `BJ with Kelvin'

So, my little Charlie, my wonderful boyfriend was sucking cock with someone
else -- BASTARD!

I knew who Kelvin was alright, Kelvin was that good-looking Irish kid who
lived at Number One.  The rumour was that he had the biggest cock in my
school and my little bastard of a boyfriend was getting his share of it.

HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?  After all we had been through, but no, BEFORE
all we had been through, and all the time he was declaring his undying and
exclusive love for me.

Maybe mum was right, maybe he had corrupted me just to be another member of
his harem.  Well, he could just do without me and carry on with Kelvin, and
I hope he caught something nasty from him.  Just a minute, maybe he already
has and maybe he's passed it on to me.  Come to think of it, my cock had
been itching a lot lately, but I put that down to lack of use when I was so
weak, but maybe Charlie had given me something awful, or even terminal --
SHIT -- BASTARD.

I wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table.  It said two words `Gone
home'.  I would have written more but I love Momma and I didn't want to
subject her to my bad language.

As I entered my house I slammed the back door behind me which brought mum
running from the sitting room saying `what on earth's the matter, Billy,
did you forget something?'

`No' I replied, `but I want to forget someONE' I said, adding `and if he
comes around here I don't want to see him.' and I stormed up the stairs to
my bedroom.  I turned on my stereo as loud as I dared with mum in the house
and tried to bury myself in my music.

An hour or so later there was a hammering on the door and mum stood there
saying `Billy, Charlie's downstairs and he won't go away until you come
down.  I've told him what you said, but he insists ... ... ...'

`I'll get rid of the little bastard.' I said.

`BILLY!' said mum as I left her open-mouthed in the doorway.

As I went into the kitchen Charlie's face lit up, but soon fell again when
I said `Get out, you two-timing bastard, get out of my house, get out of my
life and don't ever come back.'

`But Billy' he said `What have I done'

`You know very well what you've done' I said, `Now FUCK OFF to your tart
and don't come back.'

`But ... ... ... ... ...' began Billy.

`OUT' I said and man-handled him out of the back door and slammed it behind
him.

I turned round to find Mum standing behind me, still open-mouthed.  `Billy'
she said `did you say the F word?'

`Yes I fucking-well did' I said `and I'll say it every time I see that
little bastard.' And with that I stormed back to my bedroom, this time in
silence.  No loud music, no nothing, I had to think this through.

I could hear voices downstairs and mum knocked on my door a few seconds
later.  'Billy, Momma's here and she's asking to speak to you.  Charlie's
locked himself away and won't answer her questions.' She said as she poked
her head round the door.

`No, mum, just tell her that Charlie is responsible for all this, him and
his tart, so it's up to him to tell her what he's done. I said, then added
`Mum, tell Momma I still love her, its Charlie that's the problem.'

The events of the day churned over and over in my mind and nothing seemed
to make any sense.  Charlie and I were so happy together, or so I thought
and we'd come through this business with Mum stronger than ever.  It just
didn't make sense.

Mum called up to me that lunch was on the table and I contemplated not
eating, but then I thought `Fuck it, I'm not going to suffer because of
him' and I went downstairs to a huge bowl of chunky ham and vegetable soup
with garlic croutons followed by a yoghurt with banana.

Determined not to be put out by Charlie's unfaithfulness, I went for walk
down the road and was just approaching the corner when the front door of
Number one opened and out walked Kelvin O'Brien, Charlie's tart.  I have to
say that I could understand what Charlie saw in him, he was pretty gorgeous
and the rumour about the size of his tackle was only backed up by the
popular belief that all Irish boys were well-endowed.  As I looked him over
he nodded to me, but I ignored the gesture and walked off around the
corner.

That night in bed I had an erection to end all erections and it just
wouldn't go down, so eventually I had to take myself in hand and as I did
so I thought of Charlie, Charlie who would normally be doing this for me.
I forced myself not to think of him and my thoughts turned to Kelvin.  I
had visions of coming on to Kelvin and stealing him from Charlie, but then
it occurred to me that he might keep on with Charlie and I would still be
the victim of a two-timer.  No, I had to make a clean break, end of story.
The wank was most unsatisfactory.  Yes, I had an orgasm, yes I shot a load
of spunk, but my heart wasn't in it and it only reached number two on the
Richter scale.

I muddled through the week at school, caught sight of Kelvin once or twice
but ignored him, had a bust-up with my music teacher, which was unusual
because I loved music and he was a pretty cool teacher.

The weekend came and I woke on Saturday morning and could see the
reflection of a blue light flashing outside my window.  I got out of bed
and over to the window just in time to see an ambulance pulling away from
next door.  I panicked.  I rushed out of the house and into Momma's kitchen
shouting `What's happened, What's the matter?'  It was only when I saw the
surprised look on Momma's already worried face that I realised that I was
still naked.

`Come upstairs' said Momma and as we went to the bathroom to get Charlie's
bathrobe to cover my embarrassment she explained that Charlie had gone back
to not eating and had become very weak, then early this morning she had
heard noises from Charlie's room and when she went in Charlie had been
vomiting and there was an empty bottle of her old tranquilisers from years
ago beside his bed and he was now unconscious.

She had screamed for Pops and he had immediately dialled 999 and the
ambulance had arrived almost immediately.  She had wanted to go to the
hospital with Charlie but the ambulance crew would only allow one person to
go with Charlie and Pops had insisted. Momma was about to get dressed and
drive to the hospital when I had arrived.  I begged her to wait for me
while I went home and dressed, and to take me with her.

I got back into my own house and the noise of by bounding down the stairs
had woken my own parents and I told them what had happened.  I was all of a
dither so Dad helped me to gather some clothes together and et dressed and
when we got downstairs again he asked me to give his love to Charlie.
Momma took me in her arms and said `Billy, you obviously still love him,
whatever he's done, and life is too short to let these things come between
you.  Whatever has happened Charlie obviously loves you too, or he wouldn't
have done this, so forgive and forget what's happened.  You are obviously
meant to be together, even I realise that now, so give Charlie my love too
and tell him that we'll be in to see him later if he's allowed visitors.'

`Thanks Mum, thanks Dad' I said as I went to join Momma in the car.  During
the ride to the hospital Momma asked me again what had come between Charlie
and me. I asked her whether Charlie had said anything, but she said Charlie
claimed not to know.  I explained that I had seen something in his diary
that indicated he was having an affair with Kelvin O'Brien.

`What' said Momma `the O'Briens from Number one?'  I nodded `But he doesn't
even know the O'Briens' she said.

`Well, I don't want to think about that now' I said and then, thinking I
had been rather abrupt I said `Sorry, Momma, maybe I'm wrong, but it was
pretty damning, but all I want to do now is get to the hospital and make
sure Charlie's OK.' I said

`You still love him, don't you Billy?' she asked.

`More than anything' I replied.

When we got to the hospital we were directed to the reception desk for the
Intensive Care Unit and we were told that Charlie was having his stomach
pumped and that the doctor would see us as soon as he had a free moment.

When the doctor came out of intensive care he went straight to the nursing
station and the duty sister pointed him in our direction.  As he approached
us there was a smile on his face and the first thing he said was `Charlie's
a very lucky boy, he's going to be OK.'  He told us that most of the damage
had been averted when Charlie vomited after taking the tablets.  We have
pumped his stomach as a precaution but he's on the mend already.  Momma and
I breathed huge sighs of relief and then Pops came out of the unit and came
over to us.  He hugged us both and Momma said that I should go in and sit
with Charlie for a moment while she spoke to Pops about what I had told
her.

As I approached Charlie's bed his eyes were closed and he was breathing
deeply.  I sat next to him and took his hand in mine.  His eyes opened
slowly and looked over at me and it was obvious from his expression that I
was the last person he expected to see. `Billy?' he said croakily.

`Yes, Charlie, my Charlie, it's me.'

`But what ... ... ... why ... ... ...' he started

`Don't worry about it, I'm here for you and I promise you I will never
desert you again.  My life has been miserable without you and you have
obviously been unhappy without me.  `If only you hadn't ... ... ...' but I
couldn't put my thoughts into words.

`What? What did I do?'

`If only you hadn't ... ... ... you know ... ... ... with Kelvin.'  I said
as I looked away from him.

`Kelvin?' he asked `Kelvin?  I don't know any Kelvin.'

`Oh, come on Charlie, I saw it in your diary on Wednesday nights, blow job
with Kelvin.'

`But I go to ... ... ...' he started, and then he did something totally
unexpected, he began to laugh.

`I DON'T think it's funny' I said.

He squeezed my hand and said `My dear Billy, no, my DEAREST Billy, firstly
I never wrote blow-job in my diary, and secondly I never wrote Kelvin's
name in my diary.'

`But I saw it myself' I said.

`No, Billy, what you saw was `BJ' and jumped to conclusions, and the name
you read was Kevin and Not Kelvin.  Kevin is your headmaster's son, and
what does he do?' asked Charlie.

`Well, he teaches martial arts' I said.

`Yes' said Charlie `and what you thought was blow-job with Kelvin was, in
fact, Beginners' Judo with Kevin.  I've been having judo lessons, you
dummy, I was going to surprise you with it and throw you over my shoulder
next time you put your hand on my bum.'

To say that I was dumbstruck, embarrassed, confused, and very definitely
repentant was to put things mildly.  I had not only accused my lover of
being unfaithful, but I had also driven him to attempt suicide.  I was so
happy to be sitting beside him again, but so miserable and wretched that I
had caused him all this pain and anxiety for no reason whatsoever.

I cried, and I cried, and I cried, until I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I
looked up and Momma was looking down at me. `All sorted?' she asked.

`I've been such a bloody fool' I said `this was all my fault and I'll never
forgive myself for putting him through all this.'

`Let me sit with him for a while' she said and took my place beside
Charlie, but not before I had bent and kissed Charlie on the lips.

I joined Pops in the waiting room where he had some coffee and a bar of
chocolate ready for me.

`Pops, I'm really, really sorry.' I said `all this was my fault.  I jumped
to conclusions and got everything wrong.  Charlie has done nothing wrong
and I have driven him to try to commit suicide.  He doesn't deserve someone
like me.'

`Whoa' said Pops `hold on a minute, you have proved today that you still
love Charlie, so much so that you didn't even stop to get dressed before
you rushed to Momma to see what had happened.  Yes, you made a mistake, but
that is all it was, a mistake, whatever the consequences have been.
Charlie loves you, Billy, and you obviously love him and you both have to
learn by what has happened this past week.  Momma and I love you both,
Billy and we don't want this to happen to you ever again, so just remember
that we are always here and will always listen to you, even if Charlie is
at fault, we will listen and try to advise you.'

I buried my head in Pops' chest and cried some more and Pops put his arm
around me and hugged me.

My parents arrived just as Charlie was being wheeled from the ICU into a
side room off the men's ward, which meant that we could have some privacy
once the parents had left, and once we were alone together I reiterated my
apologies to Charlie and he said pretty much the same as Pops, that it had
been a mistake and in reality it served to prove how much I loved him.
Charlie told me that he was tired and wanted to sleep and I wish I could
have climbed into bed with him, but I had to settle for holding his hand,
and that's how we both fell asleep, hand in hand.

Robbie
Lads-R-Us


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