Date: Fri, 26 Jun 1998 10:15:46 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 20-21

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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 20

	Robbie, emotionally spent, drifted off to sleep immediately.  Clay wasn't so
fortunate.  As he lay there wrapped in Robbie's sleeping embrace, the events
of the past couple of weeks spun through his consciousness.  `God, what a
fucked up week!  Charles Dickens sure had it right.  These have been the best
of times and the worst of times.'
	Staring blankly into the dark, Clay pondered the things that had happened to
him.  He had discovered love, found out that, though he had previously thought
it impossible, he was capable of loving someone else.  He had experienced
incredible, loving sex and then, through his own stupidity, just about ruined
everything.  After all, it had been his paranoia at the thought of losing
Robbie that was the reason they ended up in the hills in the first place.
Christ, what a shit-head he had been.  And, then, to have that disgusting cop
do those things to Robbie!
	The mere thought of what the cop had done sent a stab of pain deep into his
soul.  It was so disgusting, so filthy.  As he pondered it more, he wondered
why it bothered him so much.  After all, the cop didn't do anything to Robbie
that he hadn't done, or for that matter, that Robbie hadn't done to him.
They'd sucked on each other's cocks, fucked each other asses.  So, what was
the big deal?  It was no big deal, right?
	Well, Clay knew it was a big deal.  What Robbie and he had done together was
entirely different.  They loved each other and had made love to each other
willingly.  The sex acts were as personal and pure an expression of their love
for each other as was possible in this screwed up world.  It wasn't coerced,
it wasn't unwanted.  But what the cop had done was sheer, unadulterated rape.
And not only was that wrong, but the rape had terribly affected the boy Clay
loved.
	Robbie's emotional condition led Clay to think of other things.  He
remembered what drew him to Robbie in the first place.  It just wasn't
Robbie's good looks although the boy was as cute a boy as he'd ever seen.  No,
it was also his devilish, effervescent personality, the coltish joy that
exemplified Robbie's approach to life, the unbounded energy that seem to seep
from Robbie's every pore.   It now seemed that the cop had literally stolen
away the sixteen years of joy and verve that were Robbie, all for a few
minutes of sadistic pleasure.
	`What he did shouldn't go unpunished!' Clay swore.  `I'll get the bastard for
that, no matter what it takes or how long it takes.'
	These thoughts and the confrontation with his father agitated Clay
tremendously.  There was no way he'd ever get to sleep or even come close to
sleeping with his mind in this turmoil.  So as not to disturb his peacefully
sleeping love, Clay carefully untangled himself from Robbie's embrace.  He got
out of bed and went into the bathroom.  Feeling pressure in his bladder, he
thought `Maybe taking a healthy piss will help.'  Naked, he stood in front of
the toilet and let a strong stream of yellow fluid flow into the bowl, his
mind still in an uproar.
	From his adjacent bedroom, Greg heard the sound of Clay pissing.  He too was
having trouble sleeping.  The condition in which he had earlier seen his
younger brother upset him tremendously.  He wondered if he had been the cause
of Robbie's obvious distress.  Had Clay found out about what he and Robbie had
done and had this caused a rift between them?  Oh, God, he'd just die if that
were the case.  `Why didn't I show a little restraint?' he thought.  `Then,
none of this would have happened.'
	Greg couldn't let it lie.  He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.  He
had to know what was going on.  He walked into the lavatory as Clay was
finishing urinating.   As Clay absentmindedly shook off the remaining drops of
piss from his floppy flaccid cock, Greg's voice startled him, brought him back
to the present.
	"Clay.  What's going on?  Is Robbie OK?" Greg asked.
	"Well, he's better.  I guess we'll have to wait and see if he's really OK, "
Clay replied as he turned to face Greg.
	"Did anything I do . . .  I mean . . . am I  . . . " Greg stammered.
	Before Greg could get the sentence out, Clay walked over to him and took the
older boy in his arms, hugging him tightly.
	"No, Greg.  It's nothing you did.  Robbie told me what happened between you
two, and, believe me, that has nothing to do with the situation," Clay said as
he released Greg from the embrace.
	"Oh, God, I was so scared.  I figured I had caused you two to have a big
fight.  I'm sorry, Clay.  Believe me, it will never happen again.  Shit, I
don't know what got into me.  I've never done anything like that before.
You've got to believe me."
	"I believe you, Greg.  What happened between you guys is not your fault.
There's no one at fault, no one to blame."
	"Ah, but I should never have let it happen.  Christ, I'm the older brother,
remember?"
	"Hey, fella.  Just remember, too, that I know how persuasive Robbie can be
when he wants something.  He'd fantasized about you for a long time.  He loves
you and it's something he wanted to do.  I can't fault him for that.  And, I
can't fault you for that.  Hell, under different circumstances, I very well
could have ended up in bed with you."
	"I don't think so.  I'd never let you shove that big dick up my ass!"
	"Yeah, and nobody but Robbie is ever gonna fuck me, either, so I guess we'll
have to settled on being `lovers-in-laws, right?" Clay said with a smile.
	"You got a deal," Greg replied.  "Now what on earth happened to screw Robbie
up so badly?"
	"Well, it's a long story, Greg.  And, it's pretty late.  Sure you up to
hearing about it?"
	"Yeah, I can't sleep anyway.  Let's go into my room and talk, OK?"
	"Sure," Clay replied.
	The two boys adjourned to Greg's bedroom.  As both boys sat on Greg's bed,
Clay began the sad tale of woe.  Greg listened, enraptured.  As Clay described
how the evening started, his cock started to plump up at the memory.  Seeing
this, Greg reached over and filliped Clay's cock with his finger.
	"Ouch.  Why'd you do that?"	Clay asked.
	"No hardons tonight, guy.  That's why."
	"`Fraid it might tempt you, Greg?" Clay said coyly.
	"Jesus, no!  Christ, what has happened to this world?  If two weeks ago,
someone had told me that I'd be sitting here in my bedroom with a bare-assed-
naked guy sitting across from me and that I had actually touched his cock . .
. well, I'd have told them they were out of their fucking mind."
	"Was it so bad?" asked Clay.
	"What?" Greg responded.
	"Touching my dick." Clay said
	Embarrassed at the question, Greg said, "No.  It's not that.  It's just that
I don't want to go down that road.  Understand?"
	"You mean you're tempted but you can't bring yourself to do anything?"
	"Yeah, kinda, I guess," Greg said sheepishly.  "But you two are impossible.
You both walk around her flashing your dicks and ass at me.  Of course I'm
curious."
	"Anybody ever tell you that you are just like Robbie only a little bigger?"
Clay asked.
	"What, my dick?" Greg responded.
	"No, all of you.  You two could be twins as far as looks go but you're just
bigger than him, all over.  As for your cock, who knows, I've never seen it.
Robbie says that's the major difference between the two of you.  He's cut and
you're not."
	"That's true.  And I am a bit bigger than him in that department, too."
	Greg looked down at Clay's cock and it was again starting to get hard.  All
this talk about sex and dicks and asses was turning the boy on.  As much as
Greg wanted to deny it, the situation was having the same effect on him.  In a
minute, Clay's cock had expanded to a full- blown hardon.  He leaned back,
resting on his elbows, his throbbing dick flopping back against his stomach,
his large, droopy nuts dangling down between his wide-spread legs.  Any self-
restraint he once had slipped away from Greg.  Like iron being drawn to a
magnet,  Greg reached over and took Clay's scrotum into his hand.  He moved
the testicles around this their loose sac with his fingers.  The soft hair
that covered Clay's gonads tickled Greg's hand.
	"Mickey did this to me the other night," Greg said.  The comment wasn't
really directed at Clay, more at himself.
	"I know.  Robbie told me," Clay said.  "Um, that feels good."
	  With his other hand, Greg reached higher and took Clay's throbbing cock
into his hand, pulling it upright.  He stroked up and down the stalk once or
twice, stopping occasionally to feel it's warmth.   Greg could feel the beat
of Clay's heart as blood pumped through the meaty member.  Clay didn't move.
He merely watched as Greg's strong hand enveloped his cock.
	"You're so big," Greg said as he resumed his stroking of the boy's dick.
	"I can tell you play tennis too.  What a grip!" Clay said.  He then closed
his eyes, reveling in the glorious feeling of another's hand grasping his
cock.
	Greg ran his finger around the corona and dipped his finger into the pool of
precum that had formed at the piss slit.   He gave the turgid member a
squeeze, forcing more precum out of it's tip.  He then smeared the slimy
substance around the heart-shaped head.  Seemingly in a trance, his eyes
fixated on the genitalia in front of him, Greg began to masturbate Clay's
thick piece of meat in earnest while simultaneously squeezing and massaging
Clay's nuts.  With a groan, Clay's body stiffened, he shuddered and a wad of
milky white cum oozed out of the head of his cock and down over Greg's hands
and wrists.  Clay whimpered as once again, for the second time in a night, his
prostate was emptied of its liquid treasure by a sexy, gorgeous Mancini boy.
	Clay's orgasm brought Greg out of his oblivious state.
	"Oh, fuck, no.  What am I doing?" Greg gasped, when the reality of the
situation hit home.  He  had jacked Clay off.
	"It's OK, Greg," Clay said as his breathing became regular.
	"No, it's not.  You're Robbie's.  I had no right to do that.  God, I don't
know what's happening to me!"
	Clay rose up and launched his body at Greg.  Landing on Greg and knocking the
shocked boy back, he reached for Greg's crotch.  He found that Greg was as
hard as he himself had been  just a moment ago.  Using his forearm to hold
Greg down, he pulled the boy's boxers down.  In one quick swallow, Clay
consumed Greg's dick all the way down to his pubes.  The middle finger of his
other hand found it's way to Greg's anus and swiftly up the hot hole.  The
incredible sensation of Clay's suctioning mouth and the finger wiggling up his
ass caused Greg's prostate to spasm, sending his cum racing up his cock and
into Clay's mouth.  Clay sucked him dry, then released the softening cock.
Wiping his lips and chin with the back of his hand, Clay looked up at the
mortified Greg.
	"You owed me that.  We're even now.  Although, I should have fucked you with
my cock and not my finger," Clay said.
	Greg groaned and buried his head in shame.
	"Oh, come on, Greg.  Get real!  Look, man.  You're a really sexy, beautiful
guy.  I've been attracted to you from the first time I met you.  I really like
you.  You're cool.  I don't love you like I do Robbie, but this was still
good.  Don't take it so seriously.  Besides, now maybe we both can get some
sleep.  We'll finish this discussion tomorrow."
	Clay got up off the bed and went back to Robbie's room.  Greg got under his
own covers and by the time Clay had spooned himself up against Robbie's body,
Greg was asleep.  Clay, too, fell asleep, warm and secure, holding his love in
his arms.

End of Chapter 20.
	

Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 21

	The next morning, Robbie's mother trudged up the stairs to wake the boys for
school.  She tried Robbie's door but found it locked.  She then went to Greg's
room and approaching the bed, shook Greg awake.  A groggy Greg looked up at
his mother.
	"Gregory, it's time to get up for school.  Now, don't fool around.  Your
dad's already left for the office and I have to take off too.  So, don't
dawdle, honey."
	She then walked through the bathroom and into Robbie's room.  She spied the
boys, soundly sleeping, their bodies still entwined.  `They look like two
lovers,' she thought.  `Maybe I shouldn't wake them.  I might embarrass them.'
She walked back into Greg's room.  Greg had rolled over and fallen asleep
again.
	"Gregory!" she said sharply.  "I don't have time for this!  Get up and get
your brother up, too!"
	A startled Greg sat up.
	"Sure, mom.  I'll take care of it.  You go ahead."
	"I'm supposed to be at a breakfast meeting and I'm almost late as it is.  So,
get up.  I'll be back around 5:30 or so."
	She bend down and gave her firstborn a kiss on the forehead and left.
	Greg staggered to his feet and made his way sleepily into the bathroom.
Sporting a piss hard on, he stood at toilet, waiting for the piss to flow.  As
he stood there, scratching his body, he realized that he was naked.  He
usually slept in his boxers but this morning, he wasn't wearing any.  Then he
remembered why he was naked.  Clay had removed his underwear last night.
The cock softened and the piss started to flow.  He giggled his cock, shaking
off the last remnants of his morning piss.  He then walked into Robbie's
bedroom and approached the bed.
	`Ah, look at them.  They look so peaceful,' he thought.  He reached down and
began to pull the covers off the sleeping boys.  Two beautiful teenaged bodies
materialized as the covers descended.  Clay was spooned up against Robbie, his
left arm wrapped around the smaller boy, embracing him tightly.  Greg reached
over and gently shook his brother.
	"Hey, squirt.  It's time to get up," he said.
	Robbie opened his eyes.
	"Oh, hi Greg," he said sleepily.  "What time is it?"
	"Time to get up.  It's after 7:00."
	"Ugh . . . " Robbie groaned.
	Clay stirred.  The sounds of Robbie's and Greg's voices had awakened him.
	Robbie rubbed the sleep from his eyes and in doing so realized that Greg was
standing in front of him naked.  He reached up and gave Greg's cock a playful
jerk.
	"Robbie!  Knock it off!" the startled Greg gasped.  "I see you're feeling
better!"
	"Don't worry, Greg.  Mom's not gonna come in and catch us at anything.  You
know she never comes up here," Robbie said.
	"I've got news for you.  She's already been up here.  And both she and pop
have already left for work."
	"Good, now I can go back to sleep."
	"What about school, you guys?  Clay?"
	"We've got a lot to talk about, Greg.  I think will both just skip class
today.  Besides, we really need a long weekend," Clay said.
	As he said that, Clay pulled himself and the cuddling Robbie over to the far
edge of the bed.
	"Get in, Greg.  It's chilly.  Pull up the covers," Clay said.
	Just as happened the night before, Greg seemed incapable of exercising any
restraint.  He climbed into bed with the two boys and shivering, pulled up the
covers.  Though laying on his back, he nevertheless scrunched up close to
Robbie, absorbing some of his brother's warmth.  With some of his natural
mischievousness returning, Robbie reached over and took Greg's soft cock into
his hand.
	"I love your cock almost as much as I love that stiff thing poking me in the
ass," he giggled.
	The warmth of Robbie's soft hand caused Greg's cock to stiffen.  As he
swelled into a full-blown erection, the only sound he could utter was a coarse
groan.
	"Oh, Robbie, don't do this," Greg finally said as he returned to his better
sense.
	"Ah, com'on, man.  This is cool.  Lighten up!" Robbie said.
	Robbie pulled away from Clay's embrace and rolled over onto his back.  Clay
did the same.  Robbie then took Clay's stiff cock in his right hand and Greg's
in his left and began masturbating both boys.
	"Oh, man.  Two big fucking cocks!   I got both of you just where I want you!"
he chortled as he jacked the two throbbing pieces of prime teen meat.
	"I gotta see this," Clay said, throwing off the covers.  He watched in
excitement as Robbie's hand moved up and down the precum-slimed cocks.
	A conflicted Greg remained stock still while his penis was being manipulated.
His mind told him this was wrong.  God, not only was he in bed with his
brother and his brother's lover, but the little shit was giving both of them
hand jobs.  `This is really sick!' he thought.
	Clay rose up from his resting position.  Robbie let loose of his big dick
allowing it to rise up to its usual 45 degree angle.  Clay then climbed over
Robbie and straddled a startled Greg.
	"Buddy, it's time for you to get actively involved," Clay said as he arched
his back, thereby, shoving his hard, dripping cock up towards Greg's lips.
"Take it into your mouth, Greg," Clay said.
	A mesmerized Greg stared at the pulsating cock then tentatively stuck out his
tongue.  With featherlike movements, his tongue stroked the underside of
cock's corona.  The puddle of precum that had formed at the tip of Clay's dick
begun to drip down.  Greg captured it with his tongue, his first taste of
another's love juice.
	"Fucking awesome!" Robbie gasped as he watched his older brother licking on
Clay's cock.  "Now suck it, Greg!"
	Finally, Greg did just that.  He allowed the hot poker enter his mouth.  He
sucked it in as far as he could take it.  When the throbber reached the back
of his throat, he gagged a bit.  Clay eased his dick back a bit so as not to
choke the boy.
	While this was going on, Robbie reached to the night stand and picked up the
tube of KY jelly.  He squeezed a gob of it on his fingers and shoved the
slippery digits up his own ass.  He then squeezed another gob on his hand and
applied it to Greg's boner.  After lubricated the rigid prong thoroughly,
Robbie too straddled Greg's body.  He braced himself by wrapping one arm
around Clay's body, then lowered himself toward the stiff cock that he held
upright.  When Greg's cock touched his asshole, Robbie shuddered in delight.
Then, in one swift move, Robbie impaled himself on Greg's cock.  Moaning in
both pain and erotic hunger, Robbie embraced Clay tightly from behind.  Clay
started undulating his body, driving his cock into Greg's mouth.  This
movement cause the tightly grasping Robbie to move up and down, riding his big
brother's  cock, the hard, poker-like love muscle embedded in his ass.  The
three beautiful young guys, in rhythmic sync, danced the dance of love.
	Robbie was the first to climax.  As he felt a wave of orgasmic sensation
sweep from deep in his bowels, he hugged Clay even more tightly.  He shuddered
and a blast of cum squirted up onto Clay's lower back.  His tortured sphincter
muscle grabbed Greg's cock in a strangle hold, pushing Greg into orgasm.  In
ecstacy, Greg's body wiggled and squirmed as, in desperation, he tried to
shove his exploding cock even further up Robbie's ass.
	Clay pulled his cock from Greg's mouth.  He pried Robbie's arms from around
his body and rose up.  He grabbed the startled Robbie and picked him up like
he was a feather.  He kissed his lover as Robbie's legs immediately found
their way around his body.  As Clay held the little guy in the air, his cock
nestled into Robbie's ass crack.  Finally, the hard spear found its tender
target and he entered Robbie.  As he rocked the boy's body up and down, his
cock fucked in and out of the sloppy hole.  With one final thrust, excitement
buckling in his knees, Clay groaned in passion and erupted in orgasm.  His
precious seed was once again planted in his lover's body.
	Enthralled by the animalistic fucking that had gone on before his eyes, Greg
muttered, "Absolutely unbelievable!  Un-fucking-believable."
	Greg quickly moved out of the way as Clay and Robbie collapsed onto the bed,
still locked in their passionate embrace, lips pressed upon lips, ragged
breathing coming though their nares.
	Pulling his lips from Clay's, Robbie gasped, "Oh, fuck, I love you!"
	"Back at ya!" Clay grinned after taking a deep breath.
	"You two are awesome!" Greg said.  "Christ, Clay, you were like some wild
stallion fucking his mare.  It was so incredible!  Watching your huge cock
fucking in and out of Robbie's ass!  God, I still can't believe how hot that
was!"
	"Greg, my boy, it couldn't have looked half as hot as it felt," Robbie said.
"You ought to try it some time!"
	"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet.  But, it's something to think
about." Greg said. 	"Geez, I guess we should clean up and get ready for
school," Robbie said.
	"Fuck school today, guys!" Greg said.  "I need some time to cool down."
	"Yeah, and we've got a little `pay back' to plan," Clay said.
	"What do you mean, `pay back.' What are you talking about?" Greg said with
concern.
	"Clay, drop it.  It isn't worth the effort." Robbie said.
	"I told you, babe, I can't just drop it." Clay said.	
	"Drop what?" Greg asked with exasperation.
	Ignoring Greg's question, Robbie said, "But, what if it all blows up in our
faces?  We could get into a whole lot of trouble.  Maybe even hurt!"
	"What the fuck are you guys talking about?" Greg pleaded once more.
	"And, you know, your parents would have a shit fit if they found out!" Robbie
said.
	"They already know, babe."
	"They what?" wailed Robbie.  "Oh, no!"
	"Know what?" Greg yelled in total frustration.
	Robbie and Clay finally told Greg exactly what happened the previous night.
Then, Clay told Robbie of his encounter with his father.  When all the tales
were told,  Robbie and Greg sat there stunned, Greg because of the rape of his
little brother, Robbie because of the fact that Clay had come out to his
parents.  Two of the boys sat there, silently contemplating their predicament.
The third was already planning his revenge.

End of Chapter 21