Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 18:02:51 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 14-15

This is a gay love story involving teens.  If it's not your cup of tea, move
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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 14

	How cool was it?  Pretty fuckin' cool!  At least it seemed so at the time.
Robbie had satisfied a life-long desire.  No, not just satisfied it . . . he
had exceeded it.  Ever since he could remember, he had been in awe of his
older brother.  To him, Greg had always seemed so cool, so together.  All his
life, Robbie wanted to grow up and be just like him.  But, from an early age,
Robbie knew that just wouldn't be possible.
	From the earliest age, from when Robbie had discovered his own cock, he just
knew he was different from Greg . . . different, he was sure, from every other
boy in the world.  In those days, he couldn't put how he felt into words,
couldn't even explain it to himself.  He just knew that there was some
unexplainable yet direct relationship between his cock and his feelings for
Greg and for other boys.
	Robbie had begun masturbating when he was about six.  It wasn't a overtly
sexual thing, then.  He just knew that pulling and stroking the little
appendage that occasionally stiffened between his legs gave him the best
feelings he had ever felt.  In his mind, he really didn't connect the fact
that his erections usually came about when he was rough housing with his older
brother or thinking about rough housing with Greg.  When he did finally put
the two together, he made every effort to come in physical contact with his
older brother.  Yet, even then, he didn't fully understand the sexual
ramifications of all this.  He just knew that being in close proximity to his
brother invariably make his little dick get hard as a rock.
	At somewhere around the age of 11 or 12 years, he began to learn about things
sexual.  His awareness and store of information was fed by the comments of his
young playmates.   Words like `dicksucker,' `cocksucker,' `queer' and `ass
lick' had crept into the vocabulary of and out of the mouths of his young
friends.  Phrases  like `blow me,` suck my nuts' and `kiss my ass' became pass
words to the liturgy of these preteen boys.  The words and phrases ignited an
immense curiosity in Robbie.  He began searching for more information about
the things that confused and confounded him . . . like why did his penis get
hard all the time, especially when he thought about Greg or wrestled with him?
Did anyone else feel the same way?  Why did the other boys seem to find girls
neat to be around when he felt nothing special for most of them?
	Robbie's search for the truth brought him to the public library.  There, he
surreptitiously scoured the stacks, searching for books that would give him
the answer to all these perplexing questions.  What he found helped a little
but many times tended to confuse him more.  In what appeared to be medical
textbooks, he found references to such things as `fellatio' and `cunnilingus'
but the dictionaries there didn't contain these words.  What the hell did they
mean? He tried figuring it out for himself . . .  `Hum, `cunnilingus.'  It's
got to have something to do with a sneaky talker . . . a cunning linguist?
Naw, that can't be right!'  `Fellatio?'  `Something to do with fellas.'  Oh,
it was all so confusing!  And he didn't have anyone he felt comfortable asking
about it.
	The state of confusion lasted till Robbie started puberty.  He happened to be
in the library one day, browsing through the section entitled, "Reading for
Young People."  As he thumbed his way through the inevitable copies of "The
Hardy Boys," "Little Women" "Sweet Valley High" and others, he came across a
dog-eared, paper back book entitled, "Kevin."  On the cover was an
illustration of a boy about Robbie's age.  Fascinated by the picture, Robbie
opened it and began to read.  The book was about the experiences of a gay
teenager.  `Oh, fuck!'the stunned Robbie thought.  `I wonder if they know this
book is in here.'
	As Robbie skimmed the book, he recognized himself in the prose.  It all came
clear . . . he now understood.  The things Kevin described feeling were
exactly the same feelings he was experiencing!  `God,' he thought, `I'm a
fucking queer too!'  His knees almost buckled at the thoughts flying through
his mind.  He had to read more and to do that in private.
	Robbie hurriedly searched for the men's restroom.  Peering around to make
sure no one saw him, he entered the brightly lit room.  He made his way into
the cubicle and locked himself in.  He lowered his pants and boxers and sat
down on the toilet and began to read.  In the book Kevin described his desires
and feelings.  As Robbie worked his way through the chapters, the descriptions
became more graphic.  Kevin being picked up by a stranger.  Kevin being taken
to the man's apartment . . . Kevin's clothes being removed . . . the man
taking Kevin's penis into his mouth . . . Kevin exploding in ecstacy at the
man's oral manipulation of his cock.
	By this time, Robbie was almost faint with excitement.  He dropped the book
onto the tiled floor, stretched his legs out stiffly, took his cock in one
hand, his hairless little scrotum in the other, and with one or two jerks,
exploded in climax.  Squirts of milky white cum shot repeatedly from his cock,
splattering all over his shirt.  Robbie didn't care!  He had just had the most
exquisite orgasm he had ever experienced.
	Robbie cleaned himself up as best he could and returned to the main part of
the library.  He put the `Kevin' book back on the shelf, making sure that no
one saw him.  As he hied out of the library, he made a vow to himself that he
was going to continue this `research' project he had started.
	On subsequent trips to the library, he searched the card catalogue for any
smidgeon of information that would help him understand the feelings coursing
through his mind and body.  It  seemed, sometimes, that he'd never really find
the lucid explanation that he was looking for.  Most of the books he found
were scholarly tomes dealing with psychology, far beyond the comprehension his
tender young mind.  He did find some books dealing with early Greek and Roman
art and which were filled with depictions of naked, slender youths.  These
never failed to generate a stiff boner in the boy's pants.
	On one trip, though, he struck gold.  He found a book listed entitled "The
Hite Report on Male Sexuality."  He hurried to the stacks only to find that
the book was not there.  Disappointed, he left the library, vowing to return
another day for this missing volume.  As luck would have it, Robbie stopped at
a bookstore on the way home.  While browsing, what did he spy?  A paperback
copy of the Hite Report!  He excitedly began to thumb through the book.  `Oh,
shit,' he thought.  `This is perfect!  It's got stories and everything.'
Blushing crimson, Robbie took the book up to the cashier and fumbled for his
money.
	The store clerk, a young man in his late teens, smiled at the embarrassed boy
and said, "This is one hot book, man.  You're really gonna like it!"
	"You've read it?" Robbie quietly asked while looking around to see if anyone
was watching.
	"Yeah!  It's got all kinds of descriptions of guys plugging chicks, man.  I
probably shouldn't sell it to you, though.  It's almost porn.  I don't think
yer old enough to be reading this stuff," the clerk said teasingly.
	Robbie's face fell in disappointment.
	"That's be $6.95 with tax," the smirking clerk said, ringing up the sale on
the register.
	Hoping to get the money in the clerk's hands before the guy changed his mind,
Robbie shoved a tenner at him and said, "Here's ten bucks.  And thanks a lot."
	"No prob, little dude," the clerk said as he handed Robbie's his change.	
	Robbie rushed from the store and on to home.  He scurried up the stairs to
his room and began to read the book.  Over the next couple of days, he read
the book from cover to cover.  He found himself even enjoying the chapters
that dealt with heterosexual issues.  Of course, in his mind, he focused his
attention on what the male was doing in the descriptive passages.
	Yes, the Hite Report became a great source of information, comfort and
inspiration to Robbie.  He now more adequately understood his sexual feelings.
He also realized that he was not the only person in the world that had
feelings for members of the same sex.  And, it provided scads of jack off
material.  It was truly a liberating document!  The one problem that still
perplexed him was this: While it was one thing to read guys' descriptions of
oral and anal sex, it was another whole ball game to actually have the
opportunity to do these same things.  And, he could hardly wait!

End of Chapter 14
					***
Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 15

	Robbie was patient . . . as if he had any choice.  Over two years passed from
the time he acquired that wonderful tome before he finally was able to enjoy
the sensuous touch of another.  And, he was inordinately lucky.  He didn't
lose his virginity in some dirty public restroom at the hands of some scabrous
chicken hawk.  He had his cherry picked in the safety and security of his own
room, his own bed, by the one boy in the world he truly loved.
	And that experienced had altered him in many ways, some subtle, some not so
subtle.  The relief he felt in openly expressing his love for Clay, and for
that matter, Greg, too, was akin to having a 50-pound weight lifted from his
psyche.  No longer was his dirty little secret hidden away.  He had shared it
with people he loved and they had not rejected him.  On the contrary, they,
too, had reveled in it.
	In his younger days, Robbie had been schooled in the rites and rituals of the
Catholic church.  He had never really felt comfortable with the tenets of his
religion but now, on retrospection, found some social redeeming value in what
he had long thought were archaic, almost medieval practices.  `Maybe they've
got something there,' he mused.  `I guess confession really is good for the
soul.'  He felt like a different person since confessing his love to Clay and
to Greg.  He had never felt so happy, secure and guilt-free in his life.
	Clay, too, felt reborn.  For a long time, he had wondered about himself.  He
never really seemed to truly `connect' with anyone, including his family.
`Uninvolved' was the best adjective to describe the way he pursued life.  It
wasn't that he was rude or cruel to people.  His persona was one of openness
and affability.  Most of the time he truly didn't care about them, one way or
another.  But, in his silent contemplations, he ashamedly admitted to himself
that he sometime regretted that he couldn't seem to care about others and
their lives.   He even envied those who felt different about their families
and friends but with him, it just wasn't to be.
	Yeah, Clay was a strange duck.  He was one of the most popular kids, if not
the most popular kid in his school.  Everyone looked up to him, everyone
wanted to be his friend.  Yet to him, well, he considered them merely
acquaintances, nothing more.  He walked through life somewhat like an
emotional zombie . . . nothing or no one touched him.  He cared not a whit
what others thought about him.  It just wasn't important to him.  At times,
this bothered him.  Why couldn't he be like what he perceived others were
like?  At other times, he just chalked it up to `that's just the way I am.'
	That was, until this little shrimp named Robbie Mancini stumbled into his
life and turned the whole fucking thing upside down!  God, how Robbie had
changed everything!  In what seemed like an instant, Clay went from not giving
a shit about anything or anybody to being totally consumed with love for this
cute little guy.  All of a sudden, he wanted to protect and love and hold and
snuggle and yes, fuck marvelous little Robbie.   The minutes Robbie was out of
his sight seemed like eons.  When Robbie was in his sight, he ached to just
touch and feel the boy.  Even just reaching out and touching Robbie's arm or
shoulder filled Clay with a flood of emotions he had never before felt in his
life.  It was like he was sucking life from Robbie's body into his own.
	And, the fucking!  Oh, yes, the fucking!  Oh, sure, Clay had whacked off ever
since he discovered that his dick was useful for something more than just
pissing.  But those episodes, he now realized, were nothing more than a
perfunctory `clearing of the tubes.'  That was how he had frequently described
them to himself . . . "jack off `til you clear the tubes or you'll wake up wet
and sticky in the morning."  It was just a mechanical exercise designed to
relieve tension . . . nothing more.  And, sure, he had surreptitiously checked
out the other guys in the locker room, on camping trips and at the YMCA where
skinny dipping was the mode . . . but that was more out of curiosity rather
than lust.  A couple of his team mates had made it pretty clear they'd like to
get to know him . . . in the biblical sense . . . but he had just ignored the
overtures.  He just wasn't interested.  It was the same with girls.  He could
look at girls and appreciate their beauty, much like he could appreciate a
beautiful painting.  He recognized the beauty but felt no stronger attraction.
	Little Robbie Mancini blew the shit out of all that!  That first day in
Algebra class changed Clay's life forever.  That was the beginning.  Those
blue eyes, the eyes that seem to peer deep into his unworthy soul, the eyes
that seem to suck him into the other boy's being.  The mornings, afternoons,
evenings and the weekends filled with talks and jokes, the physical jostling
of two hyper teenaged boys, the close proximity they shared as he and Robbie's
acquaintance developed into friendship . . . nothing before had ever affected
his so strongly.
	And yes, the fucking!  How magnificent that was!  The unspeakable thrill of
holding the naked Robbie in his arms.  The incredible sensation he felt as he
slid his hard cock into Robbie's tight ass . . . the indescribable joy that
coursed through him as he injected his liquid love into Robbie's beautiful
body.  Because, that's what he felt it was . . . it wasn't just jizm, that
slimy fluid that hundreds of times before had splashed over his own body as he
jacked off.  No, this was different.  This was the embodiment of his love, his
own unique essence that he was implanting into Robbie's body.   This was the
seed that would grow and grow until the two of them became as one.  And, by
God, if that seed had to be replanted two or three times a night, well, Clay
was more than willing to oblige.
	Yes, Robbie had truly changed Clay.  He could never go back to being the
unfeeling, uncaring boy that he was.  No matter what happened, no matter what
course their lives took, Clay would never be uninvolved with life again.
	Clay lay on his bed, phone in hand, listing to the dial tone.  Finally, the
phone was answered.
	"Hello!" the voice said.
	"Hey, beautiful!  I'm so fucking horny.  I wanna fuck you so deep and so hard
you'll see stars!" Clay said sexily into the receiver.
	After a moment of strained silence, Greg nervously responded, "Oh, Clay . . .
em . . . I think you want Robbie."
	"Oh, Shit!  Greg!  God, I'm sorry.  You sound just like Robbie on the phone,"
Clay said.
	"That's OK.  I'll get him."
	Clay heard Greg's voice in the distance yelling, "Rob, it's for you.  It's
Clay!"
	Shortly, Robbie was on the line.
	"Hey, Sweetie.  What's up?" Robbie said with a smile in his voice.
	"Oh, man.  I just really fucked up bad!" Clay said in embarrassment.
	"What'd you do?" Robbie asked.
	"I thought Greg was you and, without thinking, I told him I wanted to fuck
him!  God, how fucking dumb!"
	"Aw, now that's funny!" Robbie giggled.  "What did he say?"
	"Nothing, really.  He just sounded a little bit embarrassed and said that
he'd get you.  God, how could I be so goddam stupid?"
	"Hey, it's OK, Babe.  Greg understands," Robbie said, trying to mollify his
lover.
	"How can you be so sure?" Clay asked plaintively.
	"Trust me.  He understands!" Robbie said.
	"You wanna go out somewhere tonight?"  Clay asked.
	"Sure . . . I don't have any more homework.  But, I can't stay out late or
anything.  You know, school tomorrow and all that.  My folks get real uptight
if I'm out late on a school night."
	"Yeah, I know.  Me neither.  I just wanna be with you for a while, that's
all," Clay said.
	"Why don't you come and get me, then, and we'll go out and get a coke or
something."
	"OK.  I'll be there in around 10 minutes."
	"Great.  Besides, I got something kinda important I wanna talk to you about."
Robbie said in a stage whisper.
	A shiver of apprehension traveled up Clay's spine at Robbie's last statement.
	"What's on your mind?" Clay asked cautiously.
	"It'll wait.  See you in ten!  No get your ass over here!  Bye!" Robbie said
as he hung up the phone.
	`Oh, shit.  I wonder what's on Robbie's mind,' Clay thought.  `God, maybe
he's having second thoughts.'  Another cold shiver went up his spine Clay
contemplated the possibilities.  `Oh, no!  Fuck!  He's not gonna dump me, is
he?  Oh, man, I'd fucking die if he did.  Jesus, for once in my life, I find
someone I can really love and care about and now he's gonna tell me it's all
been fun and games.'  Clay felt like crying.  Big old uninvolved Clay . . .
Mr. Unemotional . . . and here he was on the verge of tears.
	`Robbie wouldn't do that, would he?' Clay asked himself as he made his way
out of the house and to his car.
	"God, I just wanna die!  Just lay down on the floor, roll up into a ball and
die!" he said out loud, surprising himself at the desperation in his voice.
		
End of Chapter 15