Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 20:24:51 -0500 From: jefrson@aol.com Subject: Come On Get Happy The Brady Bunch and all related titles, logos and characters are trademark of Viacom International Inc. The Partridge Family and all related titles, logos and characters are a trademark of Columbia/Tristar. Come On Get Happy Keith Partridge & Greg Brady Fuck! Keith Partridge stood at his bedroom mirror and combed his auburn shag into place. He sighed as he put the brush down and began to adjust the puka shell necklace around his throat. Double checking his look he decided he would forgo a shirt as it was hot today, besides, the rest of the family was at the recording studio in Los Angeles laying down some tracks for the next album, so he pretty much could walk around buck naked if he so desired. Instead he slid into his tightest pair of black hip huggers he had (his Morrison's as he liked to call them) and raced down the stairs to fix some breakfast. In the kitchen, he poured a bowl of corn flakes and added some cream and sugar. He was about to dig into the cereal and pursue the latest issue of Variety when he heard the doorbell ring. Keith bolted for the door and opened it, a tall curly haired guy stood with his back to him. On the street Keith could see a brown station wagon with steam pouring out of it's hood. The guy on the porch turned around and smiled, his blue eyes glowing like cobalt gems in the sun, "Hi", he said, "My name is Greg Brady, can I use your phone, I'm having some car problems." Keith smiled back, and said, "Sure come in". "Mom, are you sure you cant get out here any quicker? Ok, I'll wait". Greg hung up the phone and turned to Keith who was sipping some coffee while leaning against the counter in the kitchen. "Hey, man," Greg said apologetically, "my mother won't be able to pick me up for almost an hour, is it ok if I wait here?" "Sure", Keith said, "Do you want to me to take a look at it, your car that is? I have worked on some engines in the past, hell I rigged an old school bus up to use as a tour vehicle." "Tour vehicle?" Greg said, and then his eyes grew wide."Sure your Keith Partridge of The Partridge Family! Wow, my sister Marcia has all of your records!" Keith bowed mockingly and said, "Guilty as charged." Then he put his coffee cup into the sink and waved Greg on, "Come on, let's get under your hood and see what's going on with that car of yours". Outside, Keith loomed over the car's engine and pointed out to Greg that he had a broken fan belt. "That's the problem, gonna need a new belt and probably some new fluids." Greg grimaced, "Yeah, Alice, our maid, told me that I should take this tank to a mechanic, it's been nothing but trouble since my folks gave it to me for my 18th birthday". Keith smiled up at his new friend and said, "Well, why don't you come on in and cool your heels while we wait for your mother to show up". Greg smiled and with Keith's help closed the hood of the car. As they walked back to the house, Keith could not help but to check out the nice ass that was packed into the bell bottom jeans of Greg Brady. Once back inside, Keith asked Greg if he wanted something cold to drink. Greg asked for some Iced tea, and when Keith came back from the kitchen he saw that the heat had over come Greg who had now removed his own shirt. Keith admired his nice chest with it's smattering of slight fur just in the center. The wet hair glistened and he imagined what it would taste like if he licked it. He was getting aroused and knew that the tight pants he was wearing were going to announce his feelings momentarily. He handed the drink to Greg who took it and gulped it down quickly, "thanks, that was good."he said, his eyes going up and down Keith's slim body and coming to rest on the monster sized bulge in his pants. Just then his eyes moved north and locked with Keith's "Want to come up to my room and see my guitar?" Keith smirked. "Race ya!" Greg replied. And with that they bolted up the steps to the bedroom of Keith Partridge. They dashed into the bed room laughing and began to wrestle around on the bed. Greg discovered that Keith was a lot stronger than he looked as he was pinned down schoolboy style. Keith's crotch was in Greg's face and just as Greg was about to make a move, he found the singer's bulge was smashing and grinding his kisser. Greg finally found the strength he needed and pushed him off. Keith fell to the floor laughing and then stood up and began to undo his impossibly tight pants. Greg watched in fascination as he peeled off the jet-black trousers revealing a thick bush of pubic hair first, and then a gargantuan cock that stood straight up. "Wow", Greg said licking his lips, "check that out". "Yeah, man", Keith said softly, and somewhat menacingly as he grabbed Greg by the neck steering his head over to this prick, "get real close and check it out.come on man, time to suck." Greg did not hesitate but opened his mouth and began to deep-throat the teen heartthrob. He used his hands to grab Keith's tight little ass cheeks and brought him in closer causing Keith to gasp for a moment. "My god," Keith sighed, "where the hell did you learn to suck dick this good?" Keith guided Greg to the edge of the bed and had him lean back against the mattress and began to push in to his mouth quickly and sharply. Greg seemed to be enjoying this face fucking, as he didn't seem to want to stop. But Keith pulled his friend's face away, "Get up, " Keith ordered, and now the two of them were face to face. Keith gently began to caress Greg's chest coming to rest on his hard as steel nipples. He gripped them tightly and then let go causing Greg to gasp. He then began to rub his arms and asked the eldest Brady boy to flex for him. Greg obliged, and Keith felt the rock hard biceps in his new friend's arms. Then he brought his hands down and began to undo the button fly on Greg's jeans. Soon the two of them were standing cock to cock and Greg put his nicely muscled arms around Keith and the two men engaged in a deep soul kiss. Keith probed Greg's mouth with his tongue, while his hand wrapped around Greg's fat cock and slowly he jerked it. He could feel the pre-cum dripping onto his hand. He let go of the Brady cock and, his fingers still dripping with precum, brought his hand around to Greg's muscular butt and began probing him with a moistened finger. Greg began to moan lowly and threw his head back. Keith bit him lightly on the neck and then inserted another finger; Greg's moans grew louder as Keith's own dick began to leak like a faucet. "Get on the bed". Keith whispered to Greg. Greg obliged the beautiful man he was with and fell onto the bed. Keith knelt in front of him and lifted Greg's legs resting them on his shoulders. Then in one quick move, he shoved his massive dick up Greg's ass. Greg cried out in pain, but that only made Keith go in deeper and harder. Greg looked up as the sunlight from the bedroom window caused the man fucking him to be a backlit silhouette. He grabbed his own cock and began to jerk off in time with the rhythm of Keith Partridge. Soon the two of them were lost in the valley of passion, a ball of sweating, convulsing flesh. Cursing and fucking and touching and howling and finally. Keith let out a growl as he climaxed shooting his load directly into Greg Brady and with in a second of that, Greg shot a load that ended up spraying both men's chest. They embraced and kissed and with in minutes fell asleep in each other's arms. TWENTY MINUTES LATER. "GREG.WHERE ARE YOU?" A man's voice brought Keith out of sleep. He looked over to his partner and nudged him. "Grrrrhmmm", Greg replied. "I think your ride is here, but it does not sound like your mom, unless she has a really deep voice", Keith said. Greg sat bolt up-right in the bed, "My Dad?!" Just then the door to the bedroom flew open and a very tall man with curly brown hair stood there, "Greg your mother said that." the man stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at the two naked chums in bed. Regaining his composure, he turned and said, "Uh I rang the bell and no body answered.and then I came up here.uh." "Dad, I, I mean." Greg said his voice shaking Mr. Brady turned and he closed the door behind him, "Oh what the hell boys," he said removing his belt, "mind if I join you?" Keith could not believe what was happening. He was about to say something when Mr. Brady interrupted, "Greg, get some Vaseline out of the bathroom, I'm gonna show you the right way to fuck somebody", he said eyeing Keith. Keith smiled and laid back; this was going to be a Very Brady gang bang.