Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 18:12:05 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 16-17

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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 16

	Ten minutes later, Clay drove up to Robbie's house.  Robbie was waiting on
the front stoop.  `Damn, he's so cute!' Clay thought.
	Robbie jumped up with his usual burst of adolescent energy when he saw Clay's
car approaching.  He ran out to the curb and when Clay came to a stop, Robbie
jumped into the car.  The two boys stared momentarily at each other.  Clay
reached his hand up and touched Robbie's cheek.  In that split second, Robbie
saw a strange look in Clay's eyes.  He looked like he was about to burst into
tears.  
	"Let's shag ass, Babe," Robbie said with concern in his voice.
	"Where should we go, Robbie?" Clay responded, emotion choking his voice.
	"Why don't we go up and park in the hills?  That way no one will bother us
while we talk," Robbie replied.
	Clay stepped on the accelerator and the small Honda started off.  He cranked
up the radio and silently the boys the drove up through the winding roads that
led to the edge of the hills.  
When they were close to the top, Clay lowered the volume of the radio.  He
couldn't stand the tension any longer.  His voice choked with emotion, his
eyes filling with tears, he blurted out the question that had burned into his
mind since the phone conversation.
	"You're not gonna dump me, are you?" 
	"Dump you?  Are you serious? What on earth gave you that idea?" Robbie said
incredulously.
	"You sounded so serious on the phone.  I thought for sure you were gonna tell
me you thought this was a huge mistake and you wanted out!" Clay said, tears
streaming down his face.
	"Good God, no!" Robbie yelled.  "No fucking way!"
	Clay was so overcome with emotion that he was having difficulty seeing and
steering the car.  
	"Man, pull over before you kills us!" Robbie commanded.
	"We're almost there," Clay stammered.
	"Pull over.  I'll drive!" Robbie again demanded.
	Clay pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the small car.  He
walked around to the passenger side as Robbie clambered over the center
console.  Clay opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat, scrunching
up his lanky body.  Robbie adjusted the driver seat forward so that his feet
would be able to reach the pedals.   
	"Jesus, you're one tall mother-fucker!  I couldn't even reach the friggin'
pedals!" Robbie giggled.
	Robbie released the clutch and they once again took off.  Clay sat quietly
weeping.  Seeing his lover wracked with such terrible grief sent aches of pain
into Robbie's heart.  He reached over and gently put his hand on the nape of
Clay's neck.  He tenderly massaged his lover's neck, trying to comfort the
distraught boy.  They drove to the most deserted spot in the wilderness park,
right up to the edge of the promontory and stopped.  The lights of the city
glistened and sparkled as the boy's silently took in the panorama.
	Finally, breaking the silence, Robbie said softly, "I guess they're right.
In Los Angeles, the stars aren't in the sky . . . they sparkle on the ground.
Isn't that an incredibly beautiful sight?"
	Clay got out of the car and leaning against the hood, stared out into the
expanse of twinkling light.  Robbie too left the car and joined Clay.  He
wrapped his arms around Clay's waist and snuggle up against the taller boy.
	"Now what the fuck are all the tears about, huh?" Robbie asked.
	Choking back the tears, Clay said in a trembling voice, "I'm so afraid of
losing you.  I'd just die if you told me we were through."
	"Jesus, Clay, whatever gave you that idea?" 
	"Oh, I don't know.  My own insecurities I guess.  But on the phone you
sounded so serious and the first thought that jumped into my mind was that you
wanted to talk so you could break up with me."  Clay again shuddered with
emotion as the tears once again welled up in his eyes.
	"Oh, Clay, I'm never gonna let you go.  I love you.  I love you more than
anything in the world . . . You know that!" Robbie said squeezing Clay
tighter.
	Robbie moved his body around and positioned himself up against Clay.  He
reached up and pulled Clay's head down and gently placed a tender kiss on his
lover's lips.  Robbie wrapped his arms around Clay's neck, Clay enveloped
Robbie in his arms and they passionately kissed.  Bodies pressed tightly
against one another, they were lost in the moment.  Their mouths open,  their
tongues intertwined and their lips crushed together in passion, they were
completely oblivious to the world around them.  So caught up in each other
were they that they didn't notice the headlights of the approaching car.
	"Hey you two!  Pack it up and take that shit somewhere else!" a stern voice
barked.
	Startled, the two boys broke their embrace.  They looked back to see an LAPD
Black- and-White idling just behind Clay's car.
	Feisty little Robbie, angry at what he considered an unwarranted
interruption, said, "Why the hell should we?  We're not doing anything wrong.
You've got no right to tell us to move on!"
	The stern voice boomed out, "Listen, you silly faggots!  I don't particularly
care if you fuck your asses off or not.  Just take it away from here!" 
	"I'll bet if we were a couple of `breeders' you wouldn't say a word, would
you  . . .  you . . .  you . . . homophobe!"
	"Look, kid!  Don't give me any crap.  I could care less if you're a fucking
queer or not.  The park closed a half hour ago.  Not you or nobody else can
park here now.  Understand?  Read My Lips . . . The park is closed.  Now get
your asses out of here!"
	Embarrassed, Clay grabbed Robbie and quickly pushed him into the car.  This
time he got behind the steering wheel and they drove off.
	"I swear.  Back there, you were like a fucking Chihuahua taking on a
Doberman!" Clay laughed, more in relief than with humor.  "Where in hell did
you get the balls to take on a cop?"
	"Well, shit, he made me mad.  I can't stand people like him.  If it had been
Greg and Sherry, naked as jay birds, fucking their brains out on the hood, he
probably wouldn't have said a word.  But, no, just because it was you and me .
. . and we were only kissing . . . he has to make a fucking federal case out
of it!" Robbie said indignantly.
	"Hey, you little bandy rooster!  Chill out.  The park was closed.  We weren't
supposed to be there.  Lighten up!"
	"Well, fuck em!  We don't have to take that!"
	"Robbie!  He did us a favor.  He probably could have hauled us in for
violating the curfew!  And wouldn't that have been great?  I can see it now.
Your folks and my folks, sitting there while this cop says, `I caught them
making out up at the Mulholland Promontory Park!  Oh, yeah, you should have
seen them.  They were trying to suck out each other's tonsils, let me tell
you!'  And then we would have been dragged home and the questions would have
started.  Your folks probably would have dragged Greg in on it.  And, you know
what he saw us do!  God, I'd have just died!"
	"Get used to it, fella.  We're queers and eventually everyone's gonna know
about it!" Robbie said, somewhat but not entirely chastened.
	"Yeah, sure.  But, Christ, not now, for God's sake.  Now, what was it that
you wanted to talk about, Squirt?"
	"Well, since you brought Greg up.  That's what I wanted to talk to you
about."
	"Whatta ya mean?  You gonna tell me that Greg got all over you about us?"
Clay asked.
	"Well, he did get all over me, kinda!" Robbie giggled, recognizing the
unintended ironic implication in Clay's question.  "Boy, did he get all over
me!"
	"What in hell are you babbling about?" Clay said.
	"Greg fucked me!" Robbie said matter-of-factly.
	"What?" Clay gasped.
	"I said, `Greg fucked me!'"
	"Oh, mother-of-fucking Christ!  When?" Clay asked.
	"Let's find someplace quiet to talk, Clay," Robbie said, sensing Clay's
discomfort.
	
End of Chapter 16
							***

Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 17


	Clay drove through the winding hills.  He remembered a cul-du-sac he had once
found that was completely out of the way of traffic.  This was a road that
provided a good deal of privacy since there were very few houses built on it.
And, it had the added benefit of having the same broad vista of the city
lights below.  After stopping the car and turning off the engine, the boys
stared out into space for a while.  Clay punched buttons on the car radio
until he found a station that was playing soft, romantic music.  He then
reached over the console and tried to take Robbie into his arms.
	"Damn, this is uncomfortable.  Let's get in the back seat," Clay said.
	"Ok, babe," Robbie replied.
	As Robbie climbed into the back seat of the small vehicle, Clay reached down
and disengaged the lever that controlled the seat position.  He pulled the
passenger side seat up as close to the dash board as possible.  He then
maneuvered his lanky body into the back seat while reaching down and
performing the same maneuver with the driver's seat.  They now had a little
bit more room.  Clay settled down into the seat and pulled Robbie close and
kissed him.
After kissing for a few minutes, Clay drew back.
	"Now, are you tell me what happened with you and Greg?" Clay asked.
	"Sure.  But let's get more comfortable."
	Clay leaned back into the corner of the seat.  He drew his left leg up and
let it rest up against the back seat.  Robbie turned his back to Clay and
positioned himself between Clay's outstretched legs.  He then snuggled into
Clay's arms and began his narration.  He truthfully and completely related the
events of the past evening.  When he was finished with his story, a heavy
silence filled the car.
	"Are you pissed at me, Clay?"
	"Oh, no, Robbie.  I guess I'm a little jealous, that's all."
	"I didn't mean to hurt you, hon . . . or for that matter to be unfaithful to
you.  It just sort of happened," Robbie said sorrowfully.
	"Oh, I know.  I know how you feel about Greg.  I know that you love him and
all that.  But I really didn't expect you to have sex with him."
	"Me, neither.  Believe me, I didn't plan it.  But, it's really something I've
dreamed about ever since I discovered my cock," Robbie said.
	"Well?  How was it?  Was it as good as with me?" Clay asked.
	"Like I told you, he got kinda rough with me.  Like he was mad and stuff.  It
kinda hurt `cause his dick's as big as yours.  But, he wasn't as gentle as you
are.  I ended up liking it a lot but it wasn't as good as it was with you.  I
guess it's because even though I love him, I don't love him the same way I
love you.  With Greg, it was brotherly love and sex.  With you, it's not just
fucking.  It's making love.  There's a difference . . . a big difference."
	"God, you little shit.  I love you so much!" Clay said, reaching his hand
down between Robbie's legs.  "You've got a hardon, you horny little shit!"
	"That's not exactly a limp piece of meat poking me in the back, either, my
boy!" Robbie giggled.
	Clay then began to unbutton Robbie's Levi's.  He reached down into the open
flap and into Robbie's boxers, grabbing the hot throbbing cock his hand
encountered.
	"Wait!" Robbie said.
	Robbie reached down and pulled off his sneakers and his socks.  He then
pulled off his Levis and boxers.  While he was stripping down his lower body,
Clay grabbed Robbie's T-shirt and pulled it up and over Robbie's head.  Stark
naked, Robbie again cuddled back into Clay's arms.  He felt Clay's hands
playing over his body.   Clay pinched his nipples and his hand returned to
Robbie's crotch.  Clay big hands stroked Robbie's cock and cradled his nuts.
	"Hey, this is fair.  I'm naked and you still have your clothes on!" Robbie
said.
	With that, Robbie disengaged himself from Clay's arms and turned around.  On
his knees, he reached down and unzipped Clay's shorts.  As he pulled them and
the boxer shorts down to his lover's ankles, Clay's hard cock popped up and
slapped up against his hard belly.  
Robbie then pulled Clay's legs up and slipped the clothing off the lanky boys
legs.  Robbie then pulled off Clay's T-shirt.  Now both boys were equally
naked . . . except that Clay still had his sneakers on.
	"God, I love your cock!  And your nuts!" Robbie whispered as he stuck his
tongue out and began to lave Clay's genitals.
	"Oh, that feels so sexy, man," Clay moaned.
	After licking and sucking on Clay's nut sack, bathing it with his saliva,
Robbie pounced on the stiff red meat that lay up against Clay's stomach.  His
tongue darted up and down the alabaster shaft, around the glistening corona,
into the weeping piss slit. 
	"Um, your cum tastes so good!" Robbie groaned then once again enveloped
Clay's turgid cock with his lips.  " I want you to fuck me . . . now!" Robbie
said.
	"There's not enough room to do that, babe." Clay said as he pumped his cock
up and back into Robbie's hot mouth.
	"Sure there is!  Lay down flat on the seat."
	"I won't fit.  My legs are too long."
	"Yes you will, if you bend them at the knees!"
	Robbie scrunched down on the floor of the car to give Clay room to complete
the maneuver.  Soon, Clay was laying flat on the back seat, legs bent at the
knees.  Robbie climbed back onto his lover.  
	"See, plenty of room.  But, you got to slick me up first or I'll never be
able to take your cock."  Robbie said.
	With that, he swivelled around so that he was straddling Clay chest while
resting on his arms on Clay's upright knees.  The creamy white buttocks he
loved so much were now poised in front of Clay's face.  With one hand on each
of Robbie's ass cheeks, he used his thumbs to pry apart Robbie's crack.  He
then pulled Robbie's ass down until it covered his face.  He began licking and
tongue-fucking Robbie's asshole as Robbie moaned in delight.  After several
minutes of this tongue bath, Robbie one again swivelled back so that he was
again facing his love.  He grabbed his lovers hot, stiff cock and held it
upright.   Robbie positioned his asshole above the throbbing meat and dragged
and wiggled the precum laden cock all over his quivering pucker.  As Clay
moaned in appreciation, Robbie slowly sunk down onto the steel hard prong.
Ever so slowly, he lowered himself until Clay's cock was completely buried in
his tight asshole.  Gasping with a mixture of pain and pleasure, Robbie leaned
back against Clay's upright thighs.
	"Oh, man, this feels so fucking wonderful!" Robbie rasped.  "Now, just lay
back and let me do all the work."
	The smaller boy began to move his body up and down.  As he did so, the bigger
boy's cock slid in and out of his rectum.  Robbie's own cock initially had
deflated.  The flash of pain he experienced when Clay had entered him caused
him to momentarily lose his erection.  As he moved up and down, his member
flopped up and down also.  But, few passes of Clay's hard cock over his
prostate was all it took to get his cock hard once again.  As he fucked
himself on Clay's pole, he reached down and tweaked Clay's hardening nipples.
Clay licked on his hand, got it all sloppy with saliva and then took hold of
Robbie's cock.  As Robbie impaled his ass on the hard cock, Clay began to jack
his lover off, squeezing the boy's cock and smearing the dripping precum all
over the shaft.  
	Robbie quickly developed a sensuous rhythm with his movements.  Soon, he was
fucking his ass on Clay's cock and fucking his cock into Clay's hand.  In all
too short a period, neither boy could stand the exquisite torture.  Robbie's
body sunk completely down onto Clay's.  He stiffened and wads of cum poured
out of his cock, over the hand that gripped him and dripped down onto Clay's
abdomen.  Soon, Clay, too, was shooting squirt after squirt of cum into
Robbie's clutching rectum.
	As they came down from their euphoric state, Robbie relaxed and leaned back
against Clay's legs.  He felt Clay's cock softening and slipping out of his
ass.
	"No!" he yelled.  "Keep it in me!" he pleaded as he constricted his
sphincter, trapping Clay's cock in the hot, moist orifice.
	Using a talent he didn't even know he possessed, he began squeezing Clay's
cock with the muscles of his rectum.  Then, he would loosen his grip only to
tighten it once more.  Before, either boy realized what truly was happening,
Clay's cock had resumed its steely hardness.  Robbie once again began bouncing
up and down on his lover.
	"Oh, God, Clay!  That's it!  Fuck me harder, man!  Jam that son-of- a-bitch
up my ass!  Oh, fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"   
	This time, Clay didn't just lay there passively.  Recognizing the rhythm that
Robbie had established, Clay started thrusting his cock up into Robbie as
Robbie was lowing his ass down.  Before long, the little Honda was violently
swaying back and forth and up and down, it's worn shock absorbers responding
to the frantic fucking going on in its interior.  Robbie was flinging himself
into this fuck so wholeheartedly, that several times his head grazed the
ceiling of the car.  But, he wasn't even aware of it.  His whole being was
centered on the area between his knees and his nipples.
	"Aw fuck, Robbie!  I'm shooting!" Clay gasped, grabbing Robbie's waist and
forcefully holding Robbie down on his groin.  As his cock plowed the very
depths of Robbie's guts, and for the second time in less that an hour, he
spewed his love into the body of the boy of his dreams.
	To Robbie, the pulsing, throbbing spewing meat up his bowels brought him to a
shuddering climax, too.  He breathlessly mouthed the words, "Oh, man, me too!"
as ropes of white cum ejected all over Clay's body.
	Exhausted, Robbie collapsed onto Clay.  Clay's big arms enveloped him and
held him close as both loads of Robbie's cum squished between their quivering
bodies.  Soon, as Clay's cock softened, cum began to leak from Robbie's
asshole and down over Clay's nuts.  Serene and secure in the warmth of each
other's body, the boys fell asleep.  Their sleep didn't last long, however.
They were awakened by a loud tapping on the window.  Startled and frightened,
they freed themselves from their embrace.
	"Goddamn it!  I thought I told you two to go home!" a familiar voice barked.
"Now, roll down that window!" the policeman ordered.
	Robbie slowly rolled down the window and the officer peered into the car.
	"Well, would you lookie here.  Jesus Christ, you two really have been
fucking, haven't you.  I oughta run your naked asses in!  Christ, talk about
lewd and lascivious behavior in public!  All right, outta the car!"
	Embarrassed beyond imagination, the two naked boys got out of the car.  With
a night stick in one hand and a flash light in the other, the policeman
stared.  The boys stood there mortified.  The cop then aimed the beam of his
flashlight on them, centering on the boy's genitals.   Slowly, he walked
around them, his eyes taking in the two finely sculpted adolescent asses.  He
poked the night stick into Robbie's ass cleft, then walked around and gently
probed Clay's genital with the stick.
	"You really take that big cock of his up your ass, kid?" the cop asked
Robbie.
	A stunned Robbie was incapable of answering.
	"Boy, I would have loved to have seen that.  I guess I got here too late,
huh?" the cop chuckled.  "Yessiree!  Big piece of queer cock stuffed up such a
nice little faggot ass."
	"Please, officer . . . " Clay stammered.  But the police officer cut him off.
	"Quiet, kid!  I'm doing all the talking here," the officer said as he moved
closer to the boys.
	He reached down and took Robbie's cock and balls into his rough hands and
gave them a gentle squeeze.  He then did the same to Clay.  He then tweaked
each of the boy's nipples, sending shivers through both Clay and Robbie.
	"You wanna put on a show for me?  I always wanted to see two queers fucking!"
the cop said with a leer.
	"Look, we'll do anything you say.  Just let us go home!" Clay said to the
man.
	"Shut the fuck up!  I'm in charge here!"
	"Now, you . . . big guy.  Get back into the car," the cop ordered.
	"Why?" Clay asked.
	"Just do as I tell you, kid!" the cop said menacingly.
	"But what about Robbie?" Clay said in a panic.
	"Just get the fuck into the car and don't worry your ass about him!" 
	"Go on, Clay, do as he says!" Robbie said, finally finding his voice.
	Clay turned and slowly walked back to the car.  He climbed into the back seat
and began rummaging around for his clothes.  As he did this, the cop turned
off his flashlight.  The darkness and the positioning of the car made it
impossible for Clay to see what was occurring outside the car.   Placing his
night stick on Robbie's shoulder, the cop pushed Robbie to his knees.  
	"Go, on.  Take my cock out, boy," the cop said softly.
	"But . . . "
	"You heard me . . . unzip me and take my cock out!" the cop said forcefully.
	Robbie did as he was told.  He unzipped the officer's uniform pants, fished
around inside the fly and then pulled out the man's soft cock.
	"Now, suck on it, kid!" the cop ordered.
	Robbie did as he was told.  He took the man's limp cock into his mouth and
began to suck on it.  Before long, the cop-cock swelled to erection and the
officer began to fuck Robbie's mouth.
  	"Ah, yeah.  You're good, kid!" the policeman said as Robbie worked over his
dick.
	Abruptly, the officer pulled his cock from Robbie's mouth.
	"Stand up, kid, and turn around.  I want a piece of that cute little ass of
yours.  I know you want it too, right?  Sure you do.  But, I gotta warn ya.
I'm not a big as that boyfriend of yours."
	The cop then bent Robbie over the hood of Clay's car and moved up behind him.
He positioned his cock in Robbie's ass crack and pushed until he had entered
the boy.
	"Ah, yeah, nice and slippery.  How many loads of cum you got up there, boy?"
	Robbie remained silent.
	The cop grabbed Robbie by the neck, roughly pulling his upper body backwards.
	"I asked, `how many loads you've taken tonight,' huh, kid?"
	"Two" a frightened Robbie responded.
	"So, he fucked you twice, did he?  Oh, boy, I sure would have loved to have
seen that!"
	With that said, the cop pushed Robbie back down onto the hood, leaned his
body down over the boy and proceeded to fuck him in short, sharp vicious
strokes.  After five or six thrusts, the cop groaned and shot his load of cum
up Robbie's ass.
	"Ah, that was nice kid.  You got a real talented asshole there!  Yessiree,
tighter than my wife's pussy!" the copy said as he pushed his spent dick back
into his pants.  "Now, you two get your faggoty asses out of here and I don't
want to see you up here again, you understand.  Take your queer shit somewhere
else . . . not on my beat, understand?"
	Robbie bristled.  "Fuck you!" he said to the cop.
	Grabbing Robbie by the scruff of the neck, he said, "I just did, boy!  And if
I catch you screwing each other up here again . . .  well . . .  next time I
won't be so fucking accommodating, if you know what I mean!"
	He gave Robbie a shove towards the car door and then walked back to his
cruiser.  As he was driving away, Robbie got a look at the squad car number .
. . "To Protect and To Serve" the motto stenciled on the car door said.
`Yeah, well, one of this days, Unit Number 223, you're gonna get what you
deserve.' Robbie swore silently to himself.

End of Chapter 17