Date: Wed, 1 Jul 1998 00:35:44 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 22 & 23

This is a gay love story, teenage-style.  Caveat Emptor.  Comments welcome at
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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 22

	As the three boys rested from their exertions, the phone rang.  Robbie
reached up and answered it.
	"Hello," Robbie said into the phone.
	"Hey, Short Stuff.  Is your bro there?" the voice said.
	"Yeah, hang on." Robbie said into the phone, then to Greg, "It's for you."
	He handed the phone to Greg.
	"Hello," Greg said.
	"Hey, Shit for Brains.  This is Mickey.  You going to school today?"
	"No, man, I'm gonna take a little R & R today," Greg replied.
	"What you guys doing?" Mickey asked.
	"Just hanging, Mick."
	"What's with you, anyway?  Sherry says you haven't really talked to her since
we doubled last weekend."
	"Well, I've had a lot on my mind.  You know how it is."
	"Yeah.  You've been acting a little weird lately, guy," Mickey said.
	As this conversation was going on, Robbie was up to his old tricks.  Greg was
laying on his stomach as he talked on the phone.  Robbie slicked up his finger
with saliva and started poking it into Greg's anus.  Clay thought this was
hysterically funny so he started laughing too.
	"Robbie, quit that!" Greg barked at his impossible little brother.
	"What are you guys doing, Greg?" Mickey asked.
	"Oh, Robbie thinks he's funny."
	"What's he doing?" Mickey asked.
	"He's goosing me!" Greg said.
	"Where in the hell are you guys?" Mickey asked.
	"In Robbie's room.  And, Clay's here too.  He's laughing his ass off."
	"Robbie, you little prick, I said `Stop it.'" Greg again.
	"Robbie's got a little dick, you say?" Mickey giggled.
	"No, that's not what I said!  I said he is a little prick!"
	"What's going on there, guy?  A little corn-holing good time?" Mickey said.
	"Wouldn't you like to know!" Greg laughed.  "Hey, I gotta go.  I need a
shower bad."
	"Yeah.  And tell Robbie to lay off your ass.  If anyone's gonna get it, it's
me!"
	"In your dreams, Asshole!  See you later," Greg said as he handed the phone
back to his brother.
	With that, Robbie and Clay headed for the shower.  After they had bathed,
they decided to go out and get something to eat.  Clay's bottomless pit of a
stomach was again growling.  Greg decided to pass on breakfast.  While he
showered, Robbie and Clay took off.  After drying himself off, Greg went back
to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed.  Before long, he was sound asleep.
	He didn't hear Mickey ring the doorbell.  When there was no answer, yet
Greg's car was in the drive, Mickey tried the door.  It was unlocked so he let
himself in.  He quietly climbed the stairs and then stopped at Greg's door.
He stared in amazement.  Greg was now laying on his back.  He must have been
having an erotic dream because his cock was at full mast.  Mickey stealthily
crept into the room to get a better look.  He had never seen Greg boned
before.
	`Shit, he must be having one helluva a good dream,' Mickey thought to
himself.  Damn, but he's got one big cock.  No wonder that cunt Sherry walks
around with the shit-eating grin on her face all the time.  That puppy must
really fill up her snatch!  And, shit, look at those cajones . . . Christ, his
nuts are as big as they felt when I grabbed them the other night in the car.'
Just looking at the sleeping Greg was giving Mickey a bit of a hardon.
	Mickey couldn't have known the cause of Greg's erection.  Greg wasn't
dreaming about Sherry.  He was dreaming about Mickey.  In his dream, Mickey
just hadn't grabbed his nuts as a joke.  No, in his dreams he was sucking on
Mickey's cock.  As he went down on his best friend, Mickey's girlfriend and
Sherry were looking on, giving him encouragement.  As happens with so many
dreams, the characters kept changing.  Sherry and the other girl morphed into
Robbie and Clay.  Mickey morphed first into Clay and then into Robbie . . .
then back again into Mickey.  Oh, it was such a hot fucking dream.
	Mickey didn't wake Greg up.  He just sat down in a chair next to the bed and
watched his friend sleep.  Greg mumbled words in his sleep that Mickey
couldn't quite understand.  He thought he heard his name mentioned but wasn't
sure he had heard correctly.
	Mickey McFarland...Michael Patrick McFarland...was a very good looking young
man.  His handsome face caused all the girls in school to quiver with need
whenever they looked at him.  His complexion was fair and flawless, no zits
here, no sir.  No one could even remember seeing him with a pimple.  His eyes
were a startling blue surrounded by eyelashes that were longer and fuller than
any girl in school.  His cheekbones were high, his nose perfect and his hair
was an incredible color.  It was dark auburn...almost purple in color...not
red, not even regular auburn, but a rich, deep dark auburn.   He wore it in a
spike.  That gave him a somewhat `dangerous' image...one that he cultivated.
	Body-wise, he was exceptional too.  He stood about 5' 10" and weighed in the
neighborhood of 160 lbs.  His body type could only be described as wiry and
athletic...flat, hard squarish-shaped pecs upon which rested two red quarter-
sized nipples.   Flat, taut, hard abs rippled `neath the skin of his stomach.
His biceps and forearms were muscled without being overly developed...just
nicely bulging muscles.  His pits contained a soft mat of the same dark auburn
hair that was found on his well-shaped head.
	Mickey's legs were long, muscular and straight and covered with a soft down
of his wonderful auburn hair.  His buttocks rode high and round, giving his
ass cleft a definite prominence.  His ass was as hairless as his chest.  As
the girls at school publicly acknowledged and the boys secretly admitted to
themselves, Mickey had one beautiful Class A ass.  Mickey knew it too and
always wore pants that showed it to its best advantage.  Other kids might wear
the baggy, sloppy pants so much in vogue amongst the younger generation, those
oversized pants that stayed up on their hips though what could only be called
a mystery of physics.  Not Mickey, though.   He was always seen in pants that
hugged his cheeks sensuously and crept up his crack.
	As beautiful as his ass was, though, most people were more interested in the
equipment that swung between those perfect thighs.  That's the one area of his
body that disappointed  Mickey.   His nuts didn't cause him any
problems...they were pink, large, full and hairless and drooped down
seductively.  He loved the feel of his nuts in his hands.  It was his cock
that caused Mickey distress.  Nestled in a bush of auburn fluff, to those
lucky enough to have seen it, it too seemed as perfect as the rest of his
body...the shaft was milk white with a large blue vein that run the length of
it then veering off to the left just before reaching the corona.  It was
straight as an arrow from tip to base and about 4 inches long when flaccid.
The head was a perfect spade shape with a deep piss slit, just a tad bit
bigger in circumference that the shaft.  His circumcision scar was a wonder.
The doctor has left just enough skin so as not to distort his cock's shape
during erections.  Mickey's disappointment was that it only enlarged to six
inches when he was excited.  He'd check out the other guys in gym and it
seemed that their cocks were bigger soft than his was hard.  Mickey wasn't
mature enough yet to understand that a perfect cock is a perfect cock no
matter how big or small it is.  And, Mickey's was perfect.  And he certainly
knew what to do with it.
	He was so good looking that girls practically stood in line to fuck him.  He
never went steady like other guys did.  Every weekend, he was out with a
different girl and every weekend, he ended up fucking them.  He may not be big
in that department but the girls thought he possessed a magic wand once he
penetrated them.  Yes, Mickey was one superb fuck!  All the girls said so.
	Mickey had one deep, dark secret, one he never shared with anyone.  Mickey's
most closely guarded secret, one he guarded at all costs, would have shocked
the shit out of all the girls he had plugged.  It wasn't the thought of tits
or pussies that made his cock hard.  No, one thing and only one thing, got him
excited.  And that one thing was lying naked on the bed in front of him.  Greg
was his inspiration, his aphrodisiac, his Muse, if you will.  From the first
time he had ever made love to a girl, in his mind, it wasn't the girl he was
making love to...it was Greg.  As his hard cock slipped into a wet pussy, in
his mind it was Greg's mouth or Greg's ass he was fucking.  When one of those
more sophisticated girls got carried away and started fingering his asshole,
he fantasized that it was Greg's cock that was violating him.  Mickey's deep,
dark secret was Greg Mancini.
	Mickey had almost given his secret of secrets away last weekend.  He thanked
God that Greg didn't seem to understand what had gone on that night.  He
thanked God that he hadn't turned Greg off totally and lost his friendship.
But, damn, how wonderful Greg's nuts felt in his hand that evening, even if it
only lasted a second or two.  To Mickey, it was just perfect.  It just felt
like that's where Greg's nuts belonged, either in Mickey's hands or in
Mickey's mouth.  And then, later, when they were in bed and Mickey suggested
that Greg suck his cock...well, thank God, Greg thought that was just making
one of his sick jokes.
	As Mickey watched the sleeping Greg, his six inches stiffened completely.
Copious amounts of precum leaked from it's tip making his tight Calvin's a
gooey mess.  Mickey stretched his legs out, moving his luscious ass to the
very edge of the chair.  Damn, he wanted so much to pull his cock out and shag
it but he exercised restraint.  He just knew that if Greg woke up and caught
him pulling on his pud, he'd lose him forever, so Mickey contented himself
with letting his eyes take in his best friend's beautiful form.
	He watched as, from moment to moment, the condition of Greg's genitals would
vary.  One moment, Greg's cock looked so hard that it appeared it would
shatter.  Then it would gradually lose some of it's stiffness.  It never got
completely flaccid, it just fluctuated between different degrees of erection.
Mickey noticed that Greg's balls and his nipples followed the same pattern.
When Greg's cock was at its greatest erection, his balls would tighten up
against his body and his nipples would stiffen into a mini-erection.  Then as
boy's dick deflated, his scrotum would relax and his nipples would somewhat
flatten.  Mickey had never seen anything so fascinating and so overwhelmingly
erotic in his entire life.  He wanted nothing more than to lave that cock,
those balls, those nipples with his tongue.
	Seeking to relieve the pressure in his own crotch, Mickey reached down as
pressed on his the bulge in his khaki's.  As his hand exerted pressure on his
cock, Mickey's attention was suddenly drawn to the boy on the bed.  In his
sleep, Greg began moaning, "Oh, Mickey, yeah, do it." Greg's cock stiffened
again and a flood of thick white cum spurted out and onto his belly.
Thrilled beyond words, Mickey further stiffened his legs and shot a humongous
load into his shorts.  Mickey's moans and groans of ecstacy woke Greg up.  The
startled boy said, "Mickey, what the fuck are you doing here?"

End of Chapter 22


Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 23

	Now sensing that Greg felt the same as he did, Mickey bolted from the chair.
He leaped on his supine friend and began to lick up the love juice that had
spilled on Greg's abdomen.  He then took the still pulsing cock into his mouth
and began to suck whatever semen was still there.  Greg shivered in excitement
and his cock inflated immediately.  Mickey looked up from what he was doing,
gazed in Greg's eyes and then moved up and kissed Greg squarely on the lips.
	"I want you to fuck me, Greg!" he said after pulling away from the kiss.
	Mickey stood up and began ripping his clothes off.  Shirt, khaki's, cum-laden
Calvins, shoes, socks, everything were dropping to the floor.  When finally
fully nude, he once again pounced on Greg.  He rolled their bodies over,
pulling an astonished Greg onto his body.  He spread his legs and welcoming
Greg's hard cock as it landed throbbing between his legs.  Wrapping his legs
around Greg's hips, he then pulled the boy's head down and kissed him
passionately.
	"Oh, God...so long...so long," Mickey murmured as he felt Greg's cock press
between his ass cheeks.
	"Fuck me, man!  Fuck me!  I've wanted this so long!" he demanded as he
reached down, grabbing Greg's cock and aiming it at this pulsing anus.
	"Please, Greg...do it.  Stick it in me!" he babbled.
	As desperate as he was to get fucked, Mickey didn't realize that as long as
his thighs gripped Greg's hips so tightly, there was no way Greg would be able
to enter him.  Greg realized this immediately.
	"Man, let go a little!  Let me get your legs up!" Greg demanded.
	 Mickey did as he was told.  Greg hooked his arms under Mickey's legs and
pulled them up to the boy's chest.  Greg poked his cock around Mickey's pink
pucker and then, with one stroke, lunged all the way into the writhing boy.
Mickey screamed in pain as the hard poker violated his asshole.  Greg froze,
his cock fully buried up Mickey's asshole.  When he felt Mickey's body relax
under him, he slowly began to retract his pole only to shove it back in again.
The pain wasn't as great this time for Mickey.  In reality, there was a split
second when he experienced a jolt of ecstacy, that moment when Greg's cock had
grazed the boy's prostate.
	"Oh, Greg, this is so fucking awesome.  You got your big dick up my ass and
it's so fantastic." Mickey babbled on.  "Do it, man.  Fuck my brains out!"
	Greg proceeded to throw the best fuck of his life into Mickey.  Sometime with
long loving and slow thrusts, sometime with vicious short quick jabs, Greg
fucked his best friend senseless.  Finally after about 15 minutes of non-stop
screwing, both boys climaxed.  It was the best feeling either of them had ever
had.  It was like they could feel their climaxes throughout their whole
bodies, in every nook and cranny of their adolescent torsos.  Greg relaxed his
grip on Mickey's legs and allowed them to once more settled around his hips.
He rested his head on Mickey's chest.  They lay there panting from their
sexual workout, exhausted and drained.
	"Well, well, what do we have here?" Robbie's voice boomed out.  "Look, Clay,
a couple of queers caught in the act!"
	Mickey and Greg had not heard the boys come home and were both somewhat
embarrassed at being caught in an amorous embrace.  Robbie, now once again
like his old self, reached down and gently pushed his finger in to Greg's
asshole.  Greg body stiffened at the intrusion then quickly rose up pulling
his soft cock from Mickey's ass, exposing Mickey's body for all to see.  He
rolled over on the bed, settling flat on his back.
	"Shit, you're as gorgeous as I thought you'd be, Mickey," Robbie said with a
grin.  "Really nice bod but, Jesus, you ought to be more careful.  You've got
cum smeared all over you."
	Mickey blushed then jumped up and, laughing, grabbed Robbie and wrestled him
down onto the bed.  As he lay there on top of Robbie, Clay reached down
between Mickey's legs and grabbed his cock and balls.  He gave the boy's
genitals a little squeeze.
	"Hey, fella, he's mine!  Nobody fucks with Robbie anymore!  At least, not
without my permission." 	
	"Oh, yeah?"  Robbie giggled.  "Says who?"
	"Says me, you horny little toad." Clay responded with a big grin.
	Robbie then reached his arms around Mickey's body and grabbed the boy's ass
cheeks.  He pried them apart, exposing Mickey's bruised asshole and said,
"Hey, Clay, wouldn't you like to fuck that pretty little hole.  I sure would!"
	"Knock it off, Robbie," Greg said.  All of a sudden, it seems, Greg was
feeling a bit proprietary about Mickey.
	"Come on, Mick.  Let's take a shower," Greg said
	"Robbie, we've got to get busy on our `pay back' plans," Clay said.
	"What's that?" Mickey asked as Greg dragged him by the penis into the shower.
	"We'll tell you later, after you're cleaned up," Clay said.
	Greg explained to Mickey all of the events of the past night while they were
in the shower, exploring each other's bodies.  Robbie and Clay were in
Robbie's room when they finished.  When they walked in to Robbie's room, still
naked, the two younger boys were sitting on the bed in the midst of a
conversation.
	"You know the bastard's probably done it to other people too," Clay was
saying.
	"Probably!" Robbie responded.
	The older boys listened for a moment to what was being said then joined other
boys on the bed.  Robbie, feeling frisky but probably more because he wanted
to avoid this whole conversation, quickly bent over and took Mickey's soft
dick into his mouth.  A startled Mickey pushed him away.  Greg took a swipe at
his younger brother.
	"Robbie, stop it!" Greg said.
	"Go put some clothes on, you guys, or we'll never get anything accomplished,"
Clay said.
	As Greg and Mickey walked out of the room, the boys heard Mickey say, "I need
to borrow some underwear.  I jizzed in mine before you woke up.  And I don't
relish the thought of walking around in cummy underwear all day."
	"You can borrow a pair of mine!" Robbie giggled.  "As long as I get to keep
yours."
	"Yours wouldn't fit over my left thigh, Shorty!" Mickey said as he and Greg
disappeared into the bathroom.
	In just a flash though, Mickey returned.  He threw his soiled Calvins at
Robbie.
	"Here, pervert!"	
	"Oooh, cum!" Robbie squealed, licking some of Mickey's jizz from the white
shorts.
	"God, you are a pervert, kid," Mickey laughed as he went back into the
bathroom.
	"Robbie, you are so fucking impossible!" Clay laughed as Robbie pulled
Mickey's shorts onto his head.
	"Yeah, and that's why you've taken advantage of my youth and innocence, big
guy!" Robbie retorted with a large grin spread across his face.
	"Now, get that thing off your head, you freak, and lets's get serious," Clay
said.
	"Aw, you're no fun at all!" Robbie shot back.
	But, he did take Mickey's underwear off his head.  And soon, Greg and Mickey
returned, fully clothed.  They then set about planning how to get back at the
police officer.
	"You know he's up there all the time.  Probably doing to other's what he did
to us." Robbie said.
	"We know his car number.  We've got to find out what his name is," Clay said.
	"We gotta catch him in the act," Greg said.
	"Hey, I've got a video camera.  Think there's anyway we could video tape
him?" Mickey offered.
	"Well, there's lots of trees and bushes up there, so we probably could tape
him without him knowing it." Clay said.	
	"Yeah, but we've got to tape him saying stuff, too...you, know, like the crap
he said to me." Robbie said.
	"No problem.  I've got remote mikes for the camera.  We could set them up
earlier and get it all.   My camera's got a zoom lens too.  You know, it's
state of the art as far as camcorders go.  My folks spent a bloody fortune on
it." Mickey said.
	"Fantastic!" Greg enthused.
	"One big problem, though!  Who's gonna do him?  Someone's gotta do him and
shit, who ever does it, well, their face would show in the video.  I don't
know if I want everyone to know I'm into sucking cock." Robbie said.
	"I'll do it!" Clay said.  "I've got nothing to lose.  My parents already know
I'm gay so it's no big deal."
	So, the plan was hatched.

End of Chapter 23