Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:30:36 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 26 & 27

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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 26

	The boys had managed to pull off the escapade involving Officer James.  They
had a very credible video tape of one of "LA's Finest" not only threatening
and extorting a citizen but also seemingly forcing a young man to do things
against his will that most upstanding citizens would find repulsive.  Yeah,
they had it all down on tape.  Now the problem was, "What to do with the
damning evidence?"
	Greg pondered this perplexing subject while watching his little brother and
his friends fuck and suck each other's brains out.  This was a difficult task
for Greg because, as with most of the male gender, when he had a erection, the
blood necessary for the erection seemed to be siphoned directly from his
brain.  His mind uncontrollably wandered, from what to do next to how
exquisitely beautiful the three boys seemed to him.  As he lay there, hard
cock in hand, he intently watched as Mickey sucked on Clay's whopper while
beautiful little Robbie fucked Mickey in the ass; Mickey's `no-longer-virgin'
ass.
	Interspersing the thoughts of the Officer James predicament and the scene
unfolding before him, Greg attempted to contemplate his own situation.  As
much as he had fought the admission, he now conceded the inevitable.  He
finally admitted to himself that he was homosexual.  And, more importantly, he
admitted to himself that he was hopelessly in love with Mickey.  Since their
childhood years, they had been the best of friends, doing every thing
together, including fucking girls.  The events of the past few days had
brought home to him that his special feelings for Mickey, so long repressed,
were more than just platonic.   This was one of the factors that made it so
difficult for Greg to concentrate on the problem at hand.
	He watched in detached fascination as Robbie drove his hard cock into
Mickey's asshole.  He passively watched as Mickey took Clay's cock in, down to
the pubes.  But, as much as he loved Robbie and as much as he cared for Clay,
the fact that the two of them were pleasuring `his Mickey,' caused him to
experience an unpleasant pang of jealousy.  The fact that Mickey was obviously
enjoying the whole experience made it that much harder for Greg to face.  This
shouldn't be happening.  If anyone was going to make love to Mickey, it should
be he and he alone.  `Oh, fuck,' he inadvertently groaned aloud.  Clay opened
his eyes at the sound of Greg's voice.  He looked over to Greg as the older
boy's eyes began to tear up.  He reached over and patted Greg on the thigh and
smiled a smile that said, `I know exactly what you're feeling.'
	Clay, having recognized the source of the pain in Greg's eyes, gently lifted
Mickey's head and pulled his dripping cock from the boy's vacuuming mouth.  He
moved out from under Mickey and, smiling at Greg again, he patted the area he
had just vacated.  Mickey looked up in confusion, then realized that Greg was
taking Clay's place.  After Greg settled down, Mickey insinuated himself
between Greg's splayed legs and took up with him where he had left off with
Clay.  Grateful, Greg motioned to Clay, beckoning the tall boy closer.  As
Clay moved in, Greg was about to do something he had not done as yet; swallow
Clay's cum.  He enveloped Clay's still steel hard cock with his lips and then
sucked it completely into his mouth.  Clay then straddled the boy, took Greg's
head into his hands and began to fuck Greg's mouth.  It only took two or three
thrusts before Clay's body tensed and he spurted his seed into Greg's oral
cavity and down the boy's throat.  The taste of the warm jizz which coated his
tongue and palate triggered Greg's own orgasm into Mickey's sucking mouth.
	At about the same time, Robbie leaned down to embrace Mickey tightly.  He
reached around the boy's body and grabbed Mickey's genital into his hands.
Soon he, too, had blasted his boy juice into Mickey's ass.  Mickey had become
a "Mancini Sandwich," Mancini-cum in his mouth and Mancini-cum up his ass.  As
Robbie's cock throbbed and pulsed deep in his ass and his own cock was being
squeezed and fondled, Mickey shot his load too.  
	"Wow!  That was fuckin' hot!" Mickey gasped after he regained his composure
and his breathing returned to normal.  He constricted his sphincter, squeezing
Robbie's softening cock.
	"Oh, YES!" Robbie seconded as he felt his cock being squeezed by Mickey's ass
muscles.  "Fucking hot!" 
	"Jesus, I really feel scuzzy.  Probably smell bad too!" Greg said.
	"You guys wanna hop into the pool?" Mickey said.  "It's still early.  My
folks won't be home for a while so no one will bother us."
	"Sounds good to me!" Clay said, jumping to his feet.  
	Soon, the four boys thundered down the stairs, through the family room and
cannon- balled into the pool.  They frolicked for a while, soaking the
collection of cum and sweat off their bodies.  The combination of their water
play and their sex session soon tired the boys.  They adjourned to the spa
that was attached to the pool.  As they soaked their exhausted bodies, they
each entered their own private world.  Suddenly, Greg broke the silence.
	"Robbie?" he said.
	"Yeah, Greg," Robbie responded.
	"I've got something important to say and I want to say it to all of you,
especially you, Mickey."
	"I'm listening, Man," Mickey said.
	"Robbie, one night not long ago, you and Clay gave me a helluva lecture about
how you felt about each other.  Remember?"
	"Yeah.  How could I forget?  That night Clay gave me one of the best fucks
I've ever had!" Robbie giggled.
	"Well, it's my turn now.  Mickey?" Greg said in a very serious tone.
	"Yeah, Babe," Mickey said.
	"You said earlier tonight you thought you were in love with me.  I kinda was
noncommital, then.  Well, I want you to know.  I do love you.  I guess I knew
it all along . . . hell, really since we were kids . . . but I just couldn't
admit it to myself let alone anyone else.  But, now I want to say it publicly.
I love you with all my heart.  In the car, you told me that you belonged to me
. . . if I wanted you.  Well, nothing would make me happier.  If you still
want me."
	Choking up, Mickey said, "You have no idea how I've wanted to hear you say
that."
	The tears of happiness that had welled up in Mickey brought tears to Greg's
eyes as well.  Mickey climbed onto Greg's lap, straddling the brown haired boy
and took his lover in his arms.  They embraced tightly, crying in joy.  Both
Clay and Robbie felt lumps develop in their throats too, restricting their
breathing and making it difficult to swallow.  
	"Ah, fuck!  You're gonna make me blubber, too!" Robbie said, overcome with
love and emotion.  "Looks like I have a lover-in-law now, too!"
	Both Clay and Robbie moved in close, forming a tight four-way hug.  They
remained locked in their embrace until the tears stopped.  Clay was the first
to pull away.
	"God, what a week!" he said.
	"Yeah," said Robbie.  "Who'd have ever guessed we'd end up this way.  Four
fucking queers, sitting here crying our eyes out."
	As the boys separated themselves and resumed their seats on the spa's ledge,
Greg looked over at Robbie and Clay.  With tears once again filling his eyes,
he addressed them.
	"I want you two to know that I love you too," he said, overwhelmed by
feelings of love he never had allowed himself to feel before.  "Even you,
Squirt, obnoxious as you can be."
	"Fuck you, Greg!  I'm not obnoxious.  I'm charming!"  Robbie laughed.
	"Where do we go from here, guys?" Clay said.
	Putting his arm around Mickey and pulling him close, Greg said, "Well, I for
one think we ought to be faithful to each other.  I'm realistic enough to know
that we're all gonna end up in bed with each other at one time or another.
But, I want you to know that right now, that bothers me."
	"Ah, Greg.  You shouldn't be so uptight," Robbie said.	
	"I know it's stupid but, damn, I got so fucking jealous when you guys were
making it with Mickey."
	"Well, one thing for sure.  I don't think we should invite anyone else into
our little group.  Agreed?" Mickey said.
	"Agreed!" Robbie & Clay said simultaneously.
	"Me too," Greg chimed in.
	"Now that we've solved that, what are we gonna do about our other little
problem?" Clay asked.
	"I've been thinking about it and I've got a couple of ideas," Greg said.
	"I'm all ears," Clay said.
	"No, you're not, you're all cock!" Robbie said.  "Big juicy cock!"
	"Get serious, Robbie!" Greg said.
	"Ok, Ok!  Seesh!" Robbie said, chastised.
	Greg then proceeded to outline what he proposed they do.  He went over the
options available to them and the consequences of those options.
	"I figure we should send a copy of the video to the watch commander and a
copy to his wife, along with a short letter explaining what brought all of
this on," he said.
	Clay piped up.  "It won't be too hard to get it to the cops.  But, how do we
get it to his wife?"
	"My uncle has a cross directory where we can find his address if we can find
out what city he lives in," Mickey offered.
	"Do you think he'd be listed in the directory?" Greg asked.
	"Probably.  It lists the address but not necessarily the phone number.  I've
seen it before when I worked for him one summer . . . my uncle, that is,"
Mickey replied.
	"Looks like it's time for you guys to hit the coffee shop again," Clay
offered.  "Maybe you can get some more information from the waitress."
	"Yeah, and tomorrow, I'll call the police station and find out the watch
commander's name," Robbie said.
	"Oh, this is gonna be so great!  We're gonna really fuck the bastard over!"
Clay said.

End of Chapter 26


Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 27


	Cliches!  Ah, sweet cliches!  Remember the one, `Life isn't fair?'  Or how
about, `What goes around, comes around?'  Yes, cliches may be timeworn,
overused sayings but they only became cliches due to the fact that they are
basically true.  Life wasn't fair as the boys found out.  Just because someone
wears the badge and uniform of a policeman doesn't make him a pillar of
society.  No, the bad news is that it wasn't fair that both Robbie and Clay
ended up being abused by a corrupt cop but, nevertheless, it had happened.
The good news is, of course, `What goes around, comes around' is equally true.
Officer James was soon to have first-hand knowledge of the truthfulness of
that old adage.  
	On the following Monday, right after school and tennis practice, Robbie
called the Valley Division police station.  When connected with the
receptionist, Robbie quizzed her on the name of the officer in charge of the
station and how to get a letter to him.  The receptionist, exhibiting the true
spirit of community relations, gladly provided the requested information.  It
wasn't much more difficult for Greg and Mickey to find out the information
they needed.
	They parked outside the restaurant awaiting Officer James' arrival.  True to
custom, he arrived within minutes of his usual dining time.  After he had gone
in, they waited until they were sure that he had placed his dinner order and
had been served.  It was at that point that they entered the almost deserted
restaurant and sat in the same section as the obnoxious policeman.  They
positioned themselves close enough to hear everything the man said but far
enough away so as not to arouse any suspicions.  They ordered burgers, fries
and cokes and awaited their serving.   While they waiting, Officer James
continued his bantering with the waitress.
	"Noreen, honey?  When are you and me gonna go out and have us some fun?  You
keep promising me but never come through, Babe," James said to the waitress.
	"I told you before, you keep talking like that and I'm gonna call Janis and
tell her how you're acting.  You know what will happen if I tell her!" Noreen
said.
	"Aw, Sugar.  You know I was only kidding you!" James retorted, a hint of fear
in his voice.
	"Well, knock it off, then, ya hear?" Noreen said.  "You know I don't do that
kinda crap."
	"Just kiddin', just kiddin'!  Now, why don't you be a good girl and bring me
some more coffee," James said to the woman.
	"I swear, if I weren't Janis' friend, I kick your worthless ass outta here,
John," Noreen retorted as she walked behind the counter to fetch the coffee
decanter.
	Officer James took only a sip or two of the coffee and stood up to leave.
	"Well, Noreen, see you tomorrow.  Same time, same place," Officer James said
as he wiped his mouth.
	"Oh, be still my beating heart!" the waitress said sarcastically.
	Chuckling with self-importance, Officer James headed for the door.  When
Noreen returned to check on the boys, Mickey had an idea.  Knowing that half
of the LAPD lived in Simi, he decided to see if he could get more pertinent
information from the waitress.
	"That cop sure looks familiar," he said to Noreen.  "Doesn't he live up in
Simi?"
	"Yep.  That's where he lives, all right," Noreen responded.
	"Over by the park?" Mickey continued, not really knowing if there was a park
in Simi or not.
	"Yeah, 46000 block of Chestnut Street.  Across from the park.  You live over
there?"
	"Nope.  But I remember that's where I've seen him before.  A friend of mine
lives near there and we were just fooling around in the park one afternoon,
you know, throwing frisbees, things like that and that bozo gave us a bad
time," Mickey bluffed.
	"Sounds like something he'd do!  Suck a jerk.  I really don't know what on
earth Janis sees in him.  Janis is his wife, don't ya know.  She's an old
friend of mine."
	"From Minnesota, right?" Greg piped up.
	"Yes, son.  Now how'd you know that?" Noreen queried.
	"Well, don't ya know, that's pretty obvious," Greg smiled broadly.
	"Yep, I guess it is, come ta think about it." Noreen smiled back.  "I just
can't seem to get rid of that accent.  Well, boys.  Here's your check.  Enjoy
your meal now and come back real soon."
	"Thanks, ma'am.  We will," Mickey said.
	The two finished their meal and paid the bill.  They left a very generous tip
for the kindly waitress.  That seemed important to them since Officer James
had stiffed her once again.  When they got outside, Greg questioned Mickey.
	"How'd you know he lived in Simi?" Greg asked.
	"I didn't.  I just guessed.  Now we'll have to go over to my uncle's office
and check the cross directory.   Geez, that wasn't too hard, now was it?"
Mickey said.
	"No.  Sure wasn't.  And even if he or his wife aren't in the directory, we
could always drop off the video personally!"  Greg said.
	That evening, the boys gathered at the Mancini house to compare notes on
their accomplishments and to plan their further actions.  They decided to
write a letter to accompany the video tape that was being sent to the police
station.  The letter would outline just exactly what Officer James had done to
the boys up there in the hills overlooking Los Angeles.  They agreed that the
letter should also detail his actions at the restaurant.  Greg fired up his
computer and the boys composed the letter together.  It read:

Commander Watson,
	One of your employees, Officer John James is a low life scum.  He has been
making kids do things that will probably make you sick.  If you don't believe
me, watch the video I am enclosing.  You might find it interesting.  It shows
just exactly what one of your cops has been doing while supposedly "Protecting
and Serving."  It also might interest you to know that the boy he's forcing to
do those things against his will is a minor . . . only 16 years old!  This
isn't the first time Officer James has done this to some poor kid.  I know
that for sure because he did it to me, too.  I'm sure if you follow up, you'll
find others out there that he's abused.
	I also want you to know that he's been observed eating regularly at Danny's
Diner on Van Nuys.  He always orders the most expensive thing on the menu and
then never pays for it.  If you talk to the owner, I'm sure you'll find out he
threatened them so they wouldn't charge him.
	(signed) Just an Abused Boy.
P. S.  If you don't take any action against this officer, I will send copies
of this video tape to the Los Angeles Times and all the TV stations.

	The letter and the video tape were placed in a padded envelope and Greg
addressed it to the Valley Division of the LAPD.  They also wrote another note
to Officer James' wife and enclosed it with another copy of the video.  It
read:

Dear Mrs. James:
	Your husband is a creep.  He makes young boys have sex with him.  If you
don't believe me, watch this video.  You really ought to kick him out.
	(signed) Just a boy.

	The next day, Greg took both envelopes to the Post Office.  He weighed each
one at the self-service scale and bought the correct amount of postage.
Mickey waited for him in the car.  Greg walked out of the Post Office, dropped
the envelopes into the outdoor mail slot and then joined Mickey.  They drove
away, slapping high fives at each other as they exited the parking lot.
	Two days later, if the boys had been in the park across the street from the
house in Simi, they would have heard the scream of disgust.  Janis James
received the video tape after her husband had left for work.  She sat aghast
as she watched the video taped image of her husband pull down his pants and
force the tall boy to his knees and make the youngster suck on his cock.  She
was even more appalled when she watched her husband turn the boy around, force
him up against the hood of the car and then drop down to his knees, lick the
boy's asshole and then stuff his cock up the boy's ass.  Janis James was
stunned.  When the reality of the situation hit here, she let out a long,
anguished scream.
	No scream came from the tight lips of Commander Watson but a similar wave of
revulsion and disgust swept over him.  There was no denying it.  That was
Officer James forcing a tall young boy to suck on his cock.  That was Officer
James' voice saying those things to the hapless youth.  And yes, that was
definitely Officer James seen on the video fucking the kid in the ass and then
swaggering back to the police cruiser.
	"Jack, get in here, now!" Commander Watson barked into the phone.
	The commander's assistant quickly entered the office.
	"We've got one big fucking problem, Jack!" the senior officer said to
Sergeant Nelson.
	"What's that, Sir?"
	"Just watch this and you'll see!" Commander Watson said as he pushed the play
button on his office VCR.
	When it was over, a stunned Sergeant Nelson just stood there, mouth agape.
	"Holy Shit!  That was James fucking that kid!" he said when he finally got
over the shock.
	"Yeah, and here's the letter than came with the tape," the commander said.
	After reading the letter, the aide said, "Jesus, Chief, how're we gonna deal
with this?"
	"Christ, I wish I knew!  But, for the time being, we got to keep this under
wraps.  Put the video on the vault and make sure that no one else sees it.  I
need some time to figure out what to do."
	As Sergeant Nelson left the room, Commander Watson slumped back into his
chair.   He propped his elbows on the desk and held his aching head in his
hands.  He thought, `Jesus, just when things were going so well, too . . . and
then this fucking thing has to come up.  Now I'll never get that assistant
chief's job.  I feel like strangling that miserable son-of-a-bitch James with
my bare hands!'
	The man's contemplation continued . . .  `Shit, I really don't care who James
fucks.  If he's into gay sex, who cares . . . but, god, with a minor?  He's
doing it with, or rather to a fucking  minor!  And in uniform and it isn't
even fucking consensual!  Oh, fuck!  We're all screwed!' he thought.  `Damn, I
need some time to figure this thing out!'
	Janis James didn't need more time.

End of Chapter 27