Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 18:12:25 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff

The continuing sage of two gay teenagers in love.  If that's not your cup of
tea, pass on.  Comments cheerfully accepted at AWRT96@AOL.COM

Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 7

	Greg staggered rather than walked back to his room.  He couldn't believe what
he had just witnessed . . . his little brother getting fucked in the ass by
big old Clay.  And, from the conversation he'd overheard, this wasn't the
first time, either.  Greg was totally astounded.  He flopped down on his bed,
his emotions reeling.  `My little brother's a queer,' he thought sadly.
	What was he supposed to do now?  The thought that Robbie was gay had never
entered Greg's mind.  `I'll bet Clay seduced him,' Greg thought.   `Probably
raped him and Robbie's afraid of him.  That's why he letting Clay fuck him.'
As he lay there in thought, he realized that he was guilty of wishful
thinking.  `Naw, I heard Robbie say he loved him.  Oh, fuck.  Pop's gonna have
a fucking stroke if he finds out.'
	Greg's tormented thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower being
turned on in their bathroom . . . that sound coupled with the sound of the
laughter and giggles from Robbie and Clay.  `Oh, shit, why is this happening?'
Greg thought with a sickening pain in this stomach.  `Christ, what if my
friends find out Robbie's a fag?  I'll be ruined.  I've got to put a stop to
this!'
	With that thought in mind, Greg rose up from his bed and determinedly headed
to the bathroom.  He entered the room, looking into the shower,  just as Clay
and Robbie were embracing in a passionate kiss.  Greg could see everything
through the clear class enclosure.  Clay was sitting on the bench in the
shower, Robbie was facing Clay, straddling his legs.  Robbie's arms were
around Clay's neck.   Clay's hand grasping Robbie butt cheeks, manipulating
the smaller boy close as they kissed.  Greg could actually see the head of
Clay's big cock appear and disappear as his cock rubbed up and down Robbie's
ass cleft.  A groan of disgust and regret escaped Greg's lip as he again was
witness to something he definitely preferred not to see.
	"Do you two know what just the fuck you're doing?" Greg blurted out, angrily.
	Both boys were startled by the unexpected intrusion.  As they quickly parted,
Greg could see that both of them sported erections.   Despite himself, Greg
secretly marveled at the big piece of boy-meat his little brother sported.  
	"When you're through," Greg said sarcastically, "I wanna talk to you!"
	To shame the boys into just showering, Greg lowered the toilet seat and sat
down.  He was not going to give them a chance to finish what they had started.
He waited there until they completed washing themselves.  As they moved to
exit the shower, he threw a couple of towels at the chastened boys.
	As they dried themselves, Greg moved back into his own room.  He sat down on
his bed awaiting the boys.  In a moment or two, he looked up at the two naked
boys who stood at the doorway.
	"For Christ's sake, you two!  Go put on some clothes.  I have no desire to
sit here and look at your naked dicks." Greg barked.
	"Fuck you, Greg!  Who in the hell do you think you are, giving me orders!"
Robbie flared.
	"I'm your older brother, that's who!" Greg replied, defiantly.
	"I'll get dressed when I'm good and ready.  If you don't like what you see,
tough shit.  This is none of your business, anyway."  Robbie said with
vehemence.
	"Clay, why did you do this to him?" Greg said with strong emotion in his
voice.
	Before Clay could respond, Robbie responded.  "He didn't do anything I didn't
want him to do, Greg.  So, lay off him."
	"I ought to beat the living shit out of you, you little queer!" Greg screamed
at Robbie as he rose up from his bed.
	This was more than Clay could stand.  He put his arm protectively around his
elfin lover and, with a cold edge to his voice said, "Greg, I don't want any
trouble with you but you lay one finger on him and I'll kick your ass from
here to eternity."
	Greg slumped back onto his bed, deflated, all the emotion drained from his
body.  He sat there, staring at the two naked boys, tears glistening in his
eyes.  He felt like his whole world was collapsing in on him.
	"Why?" was the only word that escaped from his lips.
	"Because we love each other," Robbie softly said, moving out of Clay's arms
and towards his big brother to comfort him.
	As Robbie neared Greg, Greg straight-armed to keep his brother from coming
closer.  In doing so, his hand accidently landed directly on Robbie's groin.
Realizing what he had done, Greg snapped his hand back.  He shuddered at the
realization that he had actually touched Robbie's cock.   He had never touched
any other guy's cock before.  In self loathing, he looked up at his younger
brother and then began to cry in earnest.
	Robbie, teary-eyed, too, moved forward and took Greg's head in his arms,
trying to comfort his distraught older brother.  There they stood, Robbie
naked, this arms embracing his weeping older brother's head.  As if to keep
from falling, Greg wrapped his arms around his little brother's waist.  Clay,
overcome by the emotions being spilled before him also teared up.  He moved
closer to give comfort to his lover.
	As Greg opened his eyes, he realized that being held like this in Robbie's
arms positioned the boy's softly hanging dick next to his cheek.  He stared at
the limp boy-meat and the hairless gonads dangling below.  Although his
staring was more an intellectual exercise than a sexual one, a sharp pang of
guilt shot through the older boy.  He was actually examining his younger
brother sexual apparatus!  `God, maybe I'm a pervert, too!' he thought with a
convulsion.
	"Greg, come one.  Pull yourself together," Robbie said softly.
	"Oh, man.  I don't know what to do.  I don't know how to make all of this
right." Greg said, choking back his tears.
	"There's nothing to do, Greg, `cause there's nothing wrong," Robbie replied.
	"But this is so perverted.  I saw what Clay was doing to you in there!
Fucking you!" Greg sobbed once again.
	Robbie released his grip on Greg's head and gently pushed him back onto the
bed.  
	"Come sit here with me, Clay.  Maybe we can make him understand," Robbie said
as he joined Greg on the bed and patted an area next to him.
	Greg moved back to the head of the bed, giving Robbie and Clay room to both
sit opposite him.  Robbie then began his monologue of explanation to Greg.
	"Greg, you're no more surprised by all of this than we are, believe me.  And
I want you to know that what Clay and I have been doing is not just a matter
of us fucking each other."
	Unsettled by that statement, Greg shuddered once again.
	"It's more than lust," Robbie continued.  "We love each other.  We finally
admitted it to ourselves and each other."
	"But how can you do those things?" Greg asked.
	"Maybe I can explain it this way.  You and Sherry have been going together
for, what, two years now?" Robbie asked.
	"Yeah, so what?" Greg replied.
	"Are you two having sex?" Robbie asked.
	Hemming and hawing, Greg finally answered.  "Yeah," he said somewhat
sheepishly.
	"So, what do you do to each other?" Robbie asked.
	"You know, the usual things," Greg replied.
	"Like what?" Robbie persisted.
	Angry at being questioned like this, Greg blurted out, "I fuck her . . .
sometimes she gives me head, that's what!"
	"And sometimes you eat out her pussy?" Robbie continued.
	"Yeah," Greg responded, a little more defensively.
	"And, you two are in love, right?  Just being around her makes your dick
hard, right?   And gets her all sloppy over you, right?"
	"Of course, I love her!" Greg replied testily.
	"Well, what's so different?  You eat out her pussy, tongue her clit . . .
getting her all hot and juicy.  You put your cock into her pussy and fuck
until you both cum."
	"What's your point?"  
	"Well, Clay and I are in love, too.  He puts his cock into my ass.  Clay and
I suck on each other's dicks until we cum."
	"No, it's not the same!" Greg said adamantly.
	"What, Sherry can suck on your big cock and you can eat her out and it's not
perverted but we do exactly the same thing and it's wrong?  Where's the logic
in that?" Robbie demanded.
	"It just is." Greg said, somewhat less sure of himself.
	"Well, Greg, if that's how you feel, you'd better get used to it . . . 'cause
we're not gonna stop."
	At this point, Clay finally joined the conversation.
	"Greg, I really love this crazy little brother of yours.  I've never felt so
good about anything in my life.  Nothing has ever felt so right.  I just feel
like I come to life whenever I'm around him.   And, when he touches me, it
feels like my bod's on fire, man.  Greg, fucking him is the most intense
feeling I've ever had in my life.  I don't know anyway else to explain it . .
. I fucking love him.  And, whether you accept it or not, I give less than a
shit.  `Cause, what's important is that I love him and he loves me."
	Clay reached over and drew Robbie to him.  He tenderly kissed his young
lover.  Clay's cock started to lengthen and grow.   Robbie's did too!  Soon,
both boys were sporting throbbing hard ons.
	"See what he does to me?" Clay said to the gawking Greg.  Clay then lowered
his head to Robbie's lap and sucked in the boy's cock.
	Greg sat there, stunned.  Clay finally pulled off Robbie's cock and stood up
. . . right there on Greg's bed.  Greg took in the profile of Clay's tall
body.   He stared in fascination as Clay's thick seven-inch throbber jutted
out at a forty-five-degree angle.  He had never seen another guy's dick hard
before.  The one thing he definitely noticed was that Clay's dick was even
bigger than Robbie's.  
	Robbie rose to his knees.  His tongue snaked out and he began to lick the
bulbous nuts that drooped down between Clay's impressively muscled legs.  When
he has slathered saliva all over the big scrotum, he moved his ministrations
to Clay's cock.  He licked up and down the shaft then took as much of the cock
into his mouth as he could at that angle.  He then released Clay's cock from
his mouth and his tongue again began to caress the hard piece of meat, tracing
along the ridge it found underneath the corona of Clay's cock.  Clay threw his
head back in ecstasy as Robbie's tongue tortured his aching fuck pole.
	"Bet Sherry never did that to you, huh, Greg?" Robbie said with an evil grin
as he glanced over at his enthralled older brother.
	"Come on, Robbie.  Let's go to your room.  I wanna fuck that tight asshole of
yours," Clay said lustily.
	Now ignoring Greg, the boys, pulsating dicks leading the way, alighted from
the bed and scurried into Robbie room.  `Shit,' Greg thought.  `That was un-
fucking-believable!'  He was a jumble of emotions.  What Clay and Robbie had
done in front of him was perverted but yet . . . oh, so fucking hot.  `Well,
in for a penny, in for a dime!' he thought as he quietly snuck into the
bathroom and to the door to Robbie's room.
	As he stood there, he watched the most incredible scene.  Robbie was lying on
his stomach, legs spread widely apart.  Clay was also laying on his stomach
but his face was between Robbie's ass cheeks . . . his fingers spreading
Robbie's ass cheeks apart, his tongue alternately lapping at Robbie's ass hole
and licking the boys droopy nuts as Robbie squirmed in sexual heat.  Greg then
watched in fascination as Clay sucked on his own finger and then jammed the
sloppy digit into Robbie's ass, twisting it in the boy's pucker.  Greg then
heard Robbie's muffled plea . . .  "Please, Clay, fuck me now!"
	Greg remained transfixed.  He watched the six-foot, four-inch Clay rise up
and lay on top of the five-foot, six-inch Robbie.  From his angle of view, he
watched Clay direct his big cock into Robbie's tiny asshole, then entwine his
arms beneath the little guy's arms.   He watched the cheeks of Clay's ass flex
and dimple as the tall boy began plunging his cock in and out of Robbie's
asshole.  An astonished Greg silently marveled that something so big could fit
into something so small.

End of Chapter Seven

	
Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter Eight

	Greg didn't wait around for the lovers' shattering climaxes.  He returned to
the bathroom, suddenly feeling dirty.  He started water running in the shower,
took off his clothes and slipped under the shower head.  Lost in thought, he
let the warm water cascade down over his hard pecs, down his firm abdomen and
down his pubes.  He absent-mindedly picked up the soap and began to lave his
body, first under one arm, then the other.  He soaped up his chest and moved
his hand down to his groin.  Soon, his soapy hand found his testicles and
cock.  He rubbed the bar of soap on his dark brown pubes, his nuts and uncut
cock, creating even more suds.  He gently pulled back his foreskin, gingerly
washing around his dick's corona, a ritual he had performed on himself since
he was a child.   He then reached his soapy hand between his legs to
thoroughly cleanse his asshole.  
	The touch of his finger on his own anus brought him out of his thoughtful
state with a start.  He hated to admit it but the sensations he felt on his
anus were really pleasurable.  `I wonder,' he thought.  `Is this anything like
what Robbie felt when he was riding up and down Clay's big dick earlier in the
shower?'  Ashamed of such thought and consciously willing himself not to think
of such things, Greg resumed washing himself . . .  down his thighs and calves
and then between his toes.  `I gotta get myself clean,' he said to himself as
he scrubbed down his body.  `I just gotta get clean.'
	Meanwhile, in the bedroom, if Greg had stayed, he would have been treated to
another sight.  After fucking Robbie from behind for a few minutes, Clay
pulled his cock out of the boy's ass and got up.  Confused at the sudden pull
out, Robbie looked questioningly over his shoulder.  Clay just grinned evilly
at his young lover and arranged the bed's pillows up against the headboard.
He sat back down on the bed and leaned back against the newly cushioned
headboard.   Looking at Clay's glistening cock, Robbie now understood.  He
rolled over, climbed onto his lover's body and facing his love, straddled
Clay's legs.  He grabbed the hard cock resting up against Clay's stomach, held
it perpendicular and gently lowered himself onto the stiff meat.
	Clay's cock slowly invaded his ass and soon Robbie's ass, resting on the big
boy's thighs, was impaled on the thick, hard cock.  Robbie then leaned
forward, kissing his love full on the lips.  This movement caused his ass to
pull up the hard shaft, dragging it along Robbie's now throbbing prostate
gland.  Thrilled, Robbie began to ride up and down Clay's cock like a cowboy
rides a wild bronc.  Moans escaped his lips as the intense sexual thrills
coursed through his young body.  Moans were heard from Clay's lips, too.
Robbie's fucking himself on his cock was creating the most incredible feelings
Clay's groin.
	Hoping to increase his lover's pleasure, Clay spit on his hand and then
grabbed Robbie's cock.  As Robbie fucked his ass up and down on Clay's cock,
his own was now fucking Clay's tight, slippery fist.  Unable to stand the
incredible pleasure any longer, Robbie's cock blasted a load of his nut juice
all over his buddy's chest.  His orgasm sent spasms to his sphincter muscle
which clasped tightly on the steely cock buried there.  The spasms caused Clay
to shoot an equally large load of cum up Robbie's bowels.   Seeking not to end
the wonderful feelings he was experiencing, Robbie continued to ride up and
down the slowly deflating dick in his ass.  He finally collapsed on Clay's
chest, heaving and panting.  Together, the boys came down from their sexual
high.
	Greg missed all of this excitement.  He was busy in the shower,
unsuccessfully attempting to wash away the conflicting emotions that bedeviled
him along with the filth he perceived on his body.  Until this day, he had
never thought of Robbie as a `sexual being.'  He was just the little kid
brother . . . the sometime pain in the ass, the sometime co-conspirator, the
sometime joy of his life.  How did all of this happen so fast and how on earth
did it end up the way it had?  He had to admit that, glowing with the flush of
sexual excitement, Robbie was an attractive boy.  And, for that matter, so was
big old Clay.  But, they were just kids . . . playing around at adult games
with adult consequences. 
	As these thoughts crept through Greg's consciousness, Clay strolled into the
bathroom.  Realizing that Greg still inhabited the shower, he walked up to the
wash basis, turned on the water and began to wash Robbie's excrement off his
still somewhat inflated cock.  He lathered up his cock and nuts and then
splashed clean water on his organs.  Greg was astounded once again.  `Jesus!
Nothing bothers this guy.  Here I am, not three feet away, and he's washing
off his dick!' Greg thought. 
	Greg turned off the water and emerged from the shower.  He glanced at Clay,
confirming what he had thought before.  The boy was beautiful.  
	"You can have the shower.  I'm finished," Greg stated.
	"No, no problem.  I'm clean now," said Clay.
	Boldly looking Greg over, Clay said, "I know where Robbie gets his looks.
He's a smaller version of you . . . except for your dick."
	Greg blushed bright red, not easy considering his swarthy complexion, then
quickly made his escape to his bedroom.  Clay's voice followed him into the
room.
	"You're almost a big as I am . . . in that department." Clay said, delighting
in Greg's embarrassment.  "But not quite!  I'd like to see it up someday!"
	"In your dreams!" he heard an agitated Greg respond.
	Wandering into the bath room, Robbie asked, "What was that all about?"
	"Oh, nothing.  Just yankin' Greg's chain," Clay chortled.  "You know, we
probably should stop this.  It's really beginning to bug him.  He's liable to
go blabbing about what he's seen and heard today.  I'm not sure I'm really
ready to be that `out' yet."
	"He'll be OK.  I know him.  What he'll do is pretend that nothing happened
today.  It will be that way for a couple of days and then he'll want to have
another `counseling' session with me.  That's the way he is . . . he's always
been like that."
	"You hungry?" Clay asked, hoping for a positive response.
	"As a matter of fact, I'm starving.  I could really use another helping of
Irish sausage and cream," Robbie giggled, patting Clay on his naked ass.
	"Not now, Babe.  I'm about to collapse from starvation!" Clay said grabbing
Robbie and planting a bit wet one on the boy's lips.
	"Let's go to Lenny's for a Grand Slam!"
	"That's Denny's, you clown!" he said to Clay and then, "Hey, Greg, you wanna
go with us to breakfast?" Robbie shouted.
	"You are so fucking evil!  Talk about rubbing it in!" Clay laughed.
	From the other room they heard Greg say, "No, I don't think I can deal with
you two anymore this morning."

End of Chapter 8


Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter Nine.

	The boys got dressed and made their way down to the kitchen.  Robbie's mom
was nowhere in sight.
	"Guess we will have to go out for breakfast, fella!  Mom's not around to cook
for us."
	"We could cook for ourselves," Clay offered.
	"Nah.  That's woman's work!" Robbie giggled.  "Since we won't be fucking
them, we gotta give them some reason for existence."
	"You are absolutely, fucking crazy, Squirt!" Clay laughed.  "You got any
money?  I spent all my cash last night at the pizza place."
	"Yeah, I got it covered," Robbie replied as they made their way out the door
to Clay's car.
	Robbie felt like he was walking on air.  Yesterday at this time, he was a
15-year-old horny, confused virgin, lusting over his love from afar.  In a
short 24 hours, he had found out that the love of his young life felt exactly
the same about him;  he'd been fucked four times and he'd come out to his
brother.  As they walked to the car, Robbie broke out in song.
	"`What a difference a day makes!'" he sang.  "`Twenty-four little hours.'"
	"What's that?" Clay asked.
	"Oh, it's an old song my dad plays all the time.  Some singer named Dinah
Lincoln or Dinah Washington . . . something like that.  `And the difference is
you!'" Robbie crooned.
	"Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?" Clay said with a laugh, shaking his
head.
	"The most beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic ass in the town . . . four times!"
Robbie giggled.
	"Can't disagree with you there.  You do have a beautiful little ass, my boy!"
Clay said.
	"The better to steal your jizm with, son," Robbie grinned.
	"That you have.  My balls are completely drained of sperm.  I've never cum so
much is such a short period of time.  My dick even hurts a little."	
	"Your cock?  What about my asshole?  I'll be shitting out your cum for two
days!  You really stretched me out!" 
	They finally arrived at Denny's.  Parking the car in the underground garage,
they silently walked together into the restaurant.  They were both temporarily
lost in their own thoughts.  Robbie was so incredibly happy.  This was the
best day of his life. Clay, on the other hand, was a little more pensive, a
little worried.   The hostess showed them to a booth and they got in, sitting
close to each other.  The waiter approached with menus and then left them to
make their selections.
	"What's gonna happen with Greg?" Clay asked.
	"Oh, stop worrying.  He's not gonna do anything."
	"Yeah, but what if he does?  We're gonna be ruined, you know."
	"I don't care if he does or not.  I don't give a shit who knows I love you,"
Robbie said, looking deeply into Clay's brown eyes.
	Emotions overwhelming him, Clay said, "I love you, too, Robbie."  
	Tears welled up the big guys eyes as the looked at his beautiful young lover.
Seeing this, Robbie's eyes also began to fill with salty tears.  At that time,
the waiter appeared, order book in hand.  He looked down at the two young men,
recognizing the situation.
	"Is everything OK?" he asked.
	"Yeah, everything's fucking perfect!" Robbie responded, a smile of complete
happiness filling his beautiful young face.  "You know what?"
	"What?" asked the young waiter.
	"I'm in love with him," Robbie said, pointing at Clay who blushed furiously.
	With a conspiratorial grin, the waiter said softly, "That's cool.  Are you
ready to order then?"
	The boys gave the waiter their orders.   He winked and walked away.   Robbie
slipped his hand under the table and onto Clay's thigh.  He gently squeezed
the muscular limb.
	"I really do love you, you know," Robbie sighed.
	"Yeah, Short Stuff, I know.  But, do you have to tell the whole fucking
world?" Clay said.  "It's kind of embarrassing.  And watch that hand of yours.
You're gonna get me all hot and bothered."  Clay moved Robbie's hand from his
lap, but not before his cock began to expand.
	"Let's go take a piss before the food comes," Robbie said.
	"You're nuts.   I can't walk around like this," Clay said.
	"Sure you can.  No one will notice.  Just walk real close behind me!" Robbie
giggled as he got up from the table.
	"Oh, yeah, sure!" Clay said in exasperation.
	Reluctantly, Clay got up and followed Robbie through the restaurant to the
restroom area.  Once inside the men's room door, they reconnoitered.  The
urinals were located around a corner and out of site of the entrance.  They
sauntered up to the urinals.  Robbie unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them,
along with his boxers down to his knees.  His already hard 6" cock flopped
out.   He watched in anticipation as Clay began to unzip his pants and pull
out his also steel-hard cock.  Robbie reached over and grabbed hold of the
throbbing cock.  He watched Clay slowly suck his middle finger of his left
hand into his mouth and when it was covered with saliva, he reached  back and
touched Robbie's fine ass.  Finding Robbie's cleft, Clay fingered around until
he found Robbie's anus and slowly inserted his finger all the way to the
knuckle.  Robbie shuddered at the invasion of his tender asshole. 
	"Um, oh yes!"  he groaned.
	Clay then took Robbie's hard cock into his hand and began to jack him.
Robbie returned the favor, stroking up and down on Clay's hard cock.  They
were so totally lost in what they were doing that he didn't hear the men's
room door open.
	"I kinda figured I'd find you guys in here," said their waiter with a grin.
	Startled, the boys looked back at the waiter and then pulled away from each
other, embarrassment showing on both boys' faces.
	"That's one fine ass you got there, guy!" the waiter said as he approached
the boys.  
	When he was standing at the urinal, he unzipped his pants and fished around,
finally pulling out a cut, six-and-a-half inch boner which he began to stroke
with this left hand.  His right hand drifted back to Robbie's ass and caressed
it lightly.  Clay, realizing what was happening, said,
	"Hey, that's my territory!  No one touches that but me, understand?"
	"Hey, sure, man.  Sorry.   Didn't mean any offense.  You guys just make me so
fucking hot!  Go on, why don't you finish what you started.  I'll just watch.
By the way, I locked the door so no one's gonna come barging in."
	"Shit, that's like closing the barndoor after the horse is gone, isn't it?"
Robbie said with a grin.
	"Well, this pony hasn't gone yet," the waiter said, waving his hard cock at
the boys.
	"Let's get outta her, Robbie," Clay said.
	"Oh, man, your finger felt so good up my ass, Babe.  Let's finish this off,"
Robbie said.
	"But what about him?" Clay said, nodding toward the waiter.
	Robbie turned to the waiter and said, "You can watch . . . but this is your
tip, OK?" Robbie snickered.
	"Hey, best one I've had this week!" the waiter laughed.
	Robbie turned his back to Clay, bent over and said, "Now hurry up and stick
that thing up my ass, man . . . and I don't mean your finger."
	Caught up in the craziness of the whole thing, Clay looked at the young
waiter and said,
"Come here, Slick.  Slick me up.  Suck on me for a minute.  Get me nice and
juicy!"
	Not needing to be asked twice, the waiter moved over to Clay, dropped to his
knees and started sucking on the boy's hard seven inches.  The waiter
obviously was not a novice at cocksucking as he swallowed Clay's cock all the
way to the root.  Soon, Clay's dick was dripping with the young man's saliva.
Clay pulled his cock from the hot mouth and moved it back to Robbie's waiting
asshole.  Bending his knees so that he could position his cock at the right
angle, he aimed his weapon at the quivering pucker and gave a hard shove with
his hips.  He once again found himself up to the root in a hot orifice.  
	Robbie moaned in ecstacy at the assault on his tender asshole.  The waiter
watched for a minute as the gigantic dick plunged in and out of the small
guy's ass.  He then got back up on his feet and moved around in front of
Robbie.  Robbie braced himself on the guy's knees as Clay pummeled his ass.
The waiter's stiff cock stood at attention, right before Robbie's eyes.
Unable to resist, he took the waiter's precum dripping cock into his mouth and
gave the guy the blow job of his life.
	As Clay fucked in and out of Robbie, he reached around the boy's body and
grabbed the hard little 6" fuck stick that stood out from Robbie's crotch.
In two strokes, it was all over. Robbie erupted in orgasm, splashing his
teenaged cum all over the waiter's pants and shoes.  Having not climaxed
themselves, Clay and the waiter continued fucking Robbie.  Finally, Clay was
overcome with the urge to shoot his wad up Robbie's ass.  He grabbed Robbie,
lifting the boy up and back up against his body, thereby simultaneously
shoving his cock completely into the boy's hot ass.  When he was fully
inserted into Robbie's rectum, his orgasm came . . . spurt after spurt of
`Clay-cum' splashing up Robbie's chute.   
	Clay's sudden movement pulled the waiter's cock out of Robbie's mouth.  For a
split second, the hard piece of waiter-meat waved in the air and then began
oozing gobs of milky white cum.  He grabbed his dick and started furiously
stroking it, trying to get every last bit of jizz out of his prick.  When he
finished cumming, he leaned back against the urinal and caught his breath.
With Clay still holding him up, Robbie lurched forward, taking the waiter's
soft member into his mouth and cleaned off the cum that was left there.  
	"Aw fuck, you guys are so fucking hot!" the waiter said when his breathing
got back to some semblance of normalcy.
	With that, he leaned forward, pulled Clay toward him and kissed him on the
cheek.  He then bent down and kissed Robbie on the top of his burred head.  
	"Awesome, man!" he murmured as he slipped his soft cock back into his uniform
pants.
	He walked to the toilet stall, grabbed a hand full of toilet paper and came
back to the two handsome boys.  He gently cleaned around Robbie's asshole with
the paper and then wiped Clay's cock clean.
	"Our food's gonna be cold." Clay said matter-of-factly.
	"Naw, it won't," the waiter said with a grin.  "I haven't put the order in
yet.  When I saw you heading in here, I figured you were gonna be tied up for
a while so I pulled the order.  I'll go put it in while you get yourselves
back together," he said, moving toward the entrance.
	As Robbie pulled his pants back up, he said to Clay, "Damn, five times in
less that 24 hours.  You are one horny dude."
	"Ah, man.  We better stop this or we're both gonna be walking bowlegged for a
week!"
	"I know a solution to the problem,"  Robbie said.
	"What's that?" Clay queried.
	"Tonight I get to screw your ass!" Robbie said.
	"I don't know man.  I don't think my asshole could take being fucked.  We'll
see."
	Robbie and Clay sauntered back to their table, no longer sporting the hard
ons they had left the table with.  Within minutes, their breakfast was
delivered and devoured. The waiter wasn't expecting a tip, true, but he even
carried the encounter a step further.  When he put the bill down on the table,
Robbie noticed  it was stamped with big red letters . . . letters that spelled
"Complimentary."

End of Chapter 9


Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 10

	The whole weekend went by in dreamlike flash.   Robbie and Clay, in the full
blush of new love, felt like they were floating on air.  Their newly confessed
love for each other seemed to heightened their senses.  The sky seemed bluer,
the color the flowers more radiant, the scents in the air seemed fresher and
food tasted better.  Their jokes seemed funnier and the sex got even better.
This was, beyond doubt, the best weekend either boy had ever spent.
	Each unconsciously did every thing in his power to please the other.  Clay
readily agree to play tennis with Robbie, knowing full well that the little
shrimp was gonna kick his ass.  He didn't care.  What was important was that
he was doing something his beloved little Robbie wanted to do.  The bonus was
that he got to watch Robbie scamper back and forth on the court, serving,
returning volleys.  He loved the look of the boy's sinewy legs in his tight
white shorts as he labored under the sun.  `God,' thought Clay, `has there
ever been a more beautiful sight than Robbie playing tennis?'
	Later that day, though tired from the tennis, they shot a few baskets in the
backyard, one sport in which Robbie was hopeless undermanned.  As tall as he
was, Clay could just stand there holding the ball in the air.  He could shoot
and rebound at will and Robbie was helpless to do anything about it . . .
except when, with an evil gleam in his eye, he grabbed Clay by the nuts and
held on until the taller boy let him have the ball.  
	"A ball for a ball!" Robbie laughed.
	Doubling over in laughter, Clay said, "But you got two that time, Squirt!"
	That evening, they went to the movies.  They purposely picked an obscure
foreign film, figuring that hardly anyone else would be in the theater,
especially anyone they knew.  Their supposition turned out to be true as only
about 15 people were in the theater.  Clay and Robbie sat in the back row and
made out, groping each other in lust, just like any other young couple in
love, straight or gay.
	After the movie, they went out to get something to eat.  It seems that Clay's
hollow leg needed to be filled once again, even though earlier, they had eaten
the marvelous dinner Robbie's mother had cooked.  
	"Jesus," Robbie asked, "where do you put all that food?"
	"Hey, I told you.  I'm just a growing boy!" Clay replied as he stuffed more
food into his mouth.
	"Shit, I wish I was," Robbie said.
	"Was what?" Clay mumbled, his mouth full of food.
	"A growing boy!  I think I've stopped growing."
	Swallowing, Clay replied softly, "Naw, you're perfect just the way you are,
Honey."
	That was the first time Clay had called him `honey.'  Robbie felt a surge of
love for this boy sweep over him, so strong it was almost painful.  Tears
welled up in his eyes.
	"What wrong, Rob?" Clay said as he saw the powerful emotional reaction in
Robbie.
	"Nothing.  Nothing at all.  I just love you so much sometimes it overwhelms
me.  It's so strong, it almost hurts," said in a whisper.
	Clay reached out across the table, taking Robbie's hand in his and looking
deep into his love's eyes.
	"I know, I know.  Sometimes the same feeling comes over me.  And I just wanna
start blubbering."
	As they gazed into each other eyes, Robbie slipped his sneaker off one foot
and brought it up to rest between Clay's legs.  He gently rubbed Clay's crotch
with his foot.  Clay squeezed his muscular thighs together trapping Robbie's
foot.  
	"Oh, fuck, man.  You're gonna get me all hot.  Let's go home.  I wanna hold
you in my arms all night long," Clay said.
	The boys finished their food and drinks and drove the short distance to
Robbie's house.  When they, entered, Robbie's parents were still up and in the
family room.  Greg was absent, not unusual since it was a Saturday night.
	"You boys are home early," Robbie's dad said, a bit of surprise showing on
his face.
	"Yeah, we're both really tired.  We didn't get that much sleep last night and
we played a couple of sets of tennis today and some basketball.  We're pooped
and we're gonna go to bed." Robbie said.
	"Sweet dreams, Number Two and Number Three Sons," Robbie's mother chimed in.
	"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. M," Clay said over his shoulder as the boys walked
out of the room.
	As they reached the stairs, they heard Mrs. Mancini say to her husband, "That
Clay is such a nice boy.  I'm glad that he and Robbie have become such good
friends."
	Once in Robbie's room, the two boys began to undress.  They disrobed at a
leisurely pace, luxuriating in the view of each other's perfection.  There was
no urgency this time, just a slow removal of clothing.  They felt the security
of their love.  After climbing into bed, Robbie snuggled up in Clay's arms.
	"God, I'm kinda stiff.  Why don't you give me a back rub?" Clay asked.
	"Sure, love," Robbie said as he rose up.  He turned on a table lamp next to
the bed.
	Clay turned over on his stomach.  Robbie's legs soon straddled the tall boy,
settling down on Clay's ass.  Naked balls to naked buttocks, Robbie's began a
sensuous massage.  His strong hands began to knead and massage the tight
muscles he found.  He stroked and caressed his lover's shoulders and nape of
his neck.  His fingers massaged the base of Clay's scalp.  Clay moaned in
appreciation.  
	Robbie realized that this was the first time he had a chance to carefully
examine Clay's torso up close.
	"Do you know you have freckles all over your shoulders, Charlie?" Robbie
said.
	"Charlie hasn't got any freckles on him," Clay chuckled.  "Just a few big
blue bulging veins.  Especially when he wants to play."
	"God, you're still horny, aren't you?" Robbie said, kissing Clay's shoulders.
"You hard again?"
	"That's the effect you have on me, Babe.  You touch me . . . Charlie gets
hard.  It's a simple as that!"
	"Well, just relax.  I'm gonna give you a rub down you'll never forget."
	Robbie continued his sensuous caressing of Clay's shoulders.  After stroking
the boy's muscles for a few minutes, he'd bend down and lick and kiss the area
he had just covered with this hands.  Soon, he scooted down so that he was
resting on Clay's calves.  He began to run his hands over Clay's lovely milk-
white buttocks.  One cheek of the Clay's perfectly round ass filled each of
Robbie' hands.   Robbie used his thumbs to separate the cleft.  He leaned down
and blew his hot breath into the crack.  Clay shuddered at the feel of the
warm breath.
	Without releasing the clenched ass cheeks from his hands, Robbie moved off
Clay, insinuated his knees between the long, athletic legs.  Clay obligingly
spread his legs apart and Robbie lowered himself between them.  Further
pealing the cleft apart, Robbie exposed Clay's pink striated pucker.  He
gently blew on and then tongued the now quivering asshole.  Clay moaned and
squirmed under the loving assault.   Robbie reached under Clay and dragged the
boy's floppy testicles back between his legs.  Robbie continued his exquisite
torture of his love's most private parts . . . blowing his breath on the large
scrotum that puddled on the bed, then bathing them in saliva  . . .  moving
his tongue back to the pink anus and digging into that forbidden place,
swirling his tongue around as the muscles of the tight opening tried to grab
and retain the hot, moist tongue.  It was an exquisite sexual delight for both
boys . . . both moaning in ecstacy.
	"I wanna fuck you, Clay," Robbie gasped as he pulled his tongue from his
lover's asshole.
	Clay was in such a state of euphoria by now that he would have gladly taken a
baseball bat up his ass.
	"You got anything to lube your cock with?  I don't think I can take it dry,"
Clay rasped.
	"Yeah, hold on, I'll find something," Robbie said, his voice throaty with
passion.
	Robbie found some KY jelly in the bathroom and returned to prepare his love.
He squeezed a ribbon of the viscous jelly onto a finger and gingerly applied
it to the lips of Clay's asshole.  He squirted another job of the jelly
directly onto the hole and gently pushed what he could into the tight orifice.
Soon, he was stuffing gobs and gobs of lubricant further and further up Clay's
rectum.  Clay moaned and squirmed in excitement when two of Robbie's fingers
made their way completely up his ass chute and began caressing his hard love
nut.
	Robbie now squeezed another ribbon of KY on his own cock and rubbed it all
around.  Soon his cock was as coated with the slippery substance as was the
interior of Clay's rectum.  Unable to wait any longer, Robbie mounted Clay's
body.  Supporting himself with one hand, he used  his other hand to feel for
and find Clay's anus.   Robbie positioned the head of his cock at that hot
moist point and slowly pushed the head of his swollen dick into Clay's hole.
Even with the that much lubrication, Clay experienced excruciating pain as
Robbie entered him.  His buttocks clenched as Robbie continued his onslaught. 
	  "Oh, fuck, your asshole is so tight!" Robbie moaned, pushing his cock
further into his love's beautiful body.
	"Man, it hurts . . . don't push it in any farther just yet," Clay pleaded.
	"It's already all the way it, Babe," Robbie responded.  "There ain't no
more!"
	"Thank God!" Clay whimpered.
	Robbie pressed his body down on top of his big lover, his head barely
reaching Clay's shoulder blades.  To gain greater leverage for his fucking,
Robbie moved his legs so that he was once again straddling Clay's legs.  Still
buried deep in his lover's ass, he scrunched the boy's legs together.  He
reached his arms around Clay and held on tight as he began to withdraw his
throbbing dick from its steamy sheath.  When he was on the verge of pulling
out completely, he plunged his cock back into the tight opening.  Clay moaned
as pain surged through his lower body.  
	Overcome with an almost animalistic passion, Robbie's hips repeatedly shoved
his cock in and then pulled almost out of Clay's ass.  As he relentlessly
fucked his lover's ass, his lips kissed and sucked on the skin between the
boy's shoulder blades. On one or two of his backward fuck movements, his cock
pulled completely out of Clay's ass, only to be rammed in again.  Robbie's
dick was so hard that he didn't even need to guide his cock back to it's newly
found home.  It drove in of it's own volition.
	The friction caused by Clay's grasping sphincter muscle on his penis drove
Robbie closer and closer to orgasm.  He felt the unmistakable sensation of
impending sexual climax . . .  sensations likened to those of waves battering
a seawall . . . the water climbing higher and higher with each onslaught until
it finally crests over the top and cascades down the other side, relieving the
intense pressure.  That's what Robbie was feeling . . . and intensification of
pleasure with each thrust and then the exquisite torture that comes when one's
seed bursts out of one's cock and into one's  lover.
	Robbie exploded up Clay's ass . . . squirt after squirt of milky cum shot
from his prostate, up through the shaft of his cock, out the piss slit and
deep into Clay's ass.  With the first spasm of orgasm, Robbie buried himself
further into his lover.  In the throes of the intense orgasm, Robbie continued
to thrust and withdraw . . . one thrust for each spurt of cum being expelled.
It was almost like he was trying to force his entire body up Clay's ass.  When
the sensations peaked to intense pain rather than pleasure, Robbie froze.
Babbling incoherently, he collapsed against Clay's body, squeezing his lover
in a tight embrace.
	Clay let his love lie there on his back, the boy's cock still buried within
his burning rectum.  He hadn't really enjoyed the experience.  True, he loved
it when Robbie was rimming him and he loved it when Robbie was finger fucking
him.  But, once Robbie's cock actually entered him and once Robbie began to
wildly fuck him, it wasn't the same.  It was only because he loved Robbie so
much, it was only because he so much wanted to pleasure his love that he was
willing to endure this painful act.  In the future, if Robbie wanted to fuck
him once again, Clay would acquiesce.  But, Clay swore to himself, right then
and there . . . Robbie would be the only person that he would ever allow to
fuck his ass.
	As Robbie came down from his sexual high, he lovingly kissed Clay's shoulder
and murmured, "That was fantastic!  Jesus, I love you!"
	He then pulled his softening cock from Clay's ass and rolled off the boy.
Clay turned over onto his back, his still hard cock flopping up against his
stomach.  Robbie immediately took the throbbing member into his mouth and
sucked Clay to climax.  When both boys' sexual hunger was sated, they cuddled
in each other's arms.
	"Clay.  Love.  I know you didn't really want to do that, but God, thank you
so much."
	"Hey, Babe, what can I say?  But you're right . . . I didn't especially enjoy
that.  It really hurt a lot.  Geez, do I hurt you that much?"
	"Not really. The first time, yes, it was kinda painful.  But not after that.
And, it won't be a problem for you.  To tell you the truth, I really like it
better when you fuck me.  I feel so complete when that big cock of yours is up
my ass.  I just can't explain it but I do."
	"Christ, I love you so much, Robbie.   I'll do anything you want, anything!
Just ask for it . . . and it's yours.   I'll do anything to make you as happy
as you make me.  Even let you fuck my ass."
	"OK!  Roll over!" Robbie said, grinning up at his love.  Then he said, "Only
kidding!"
	"You better be . . . damn, once tonight is enough," Clay said.
	"You are such a wimp!  You've screwed me five times . . .  five fucking
times! ... this weekend and you're complaining about one lousy little roll in
the hay!" Robbie chortled as he snuggled up closer to his lover.
	"Oh, sit on it!" Clay responded.
	"Maybe later, big boy.  I'm tired now and I just want to go to sleep."
	Totally happy and content, intertwined in each others' arms, the boy's fell
into a deep blissful slumber.

End of Chapter 10