Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1998 16:18:34 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chpts. 11-13

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Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 11

	The weekend had been a tortuous time for Greg.  Even in his wildest
imaginations, he never could have conjured up a weekend like this.   He was
grateful that he had made arrangements to double date on Saturday night with
his best friend, Mickey, and then again spend the night at his friend's place.
He was so glad to be away from his own home and from the specter of his little
brother and Robbie's boyfriend.
	Greg & Mickey took their girlfriends out for a bite to eat and then to a
movie.  After the movie, they drove up into the hills, parked and gazed at the
panoramic sweep of  lights of the city below.  With the sparkling city lights
twinkling and soft romantic music flowing from the radio, the moment was
perfect for making love and for taking Glen's mind off what had transpired
that afternoon.
	Greg and Sherry occupied the back seat of Mickey's car while Mickey and his
girlfriend were in front.  Both couples were passionately making out . . .
dueling tongues were engaged in a sensuous battle in gaping mouths.  Hands
were wandering over private parts.  Greg felt Sherry's hand rubbing his hardon
as his hands caressed her sensitive tits.  Like a well-choreographed ballet,
the same movements were being replicated in the front seat.
	While locked in the passionate embrace, Greg reached down under Sherry's
skirt and began to lower her panties.  Sherry lifted herself up to help him
accomplish this feat.  Soon, Sherry's ass rested on the edge of the seat, her
lace panties lay crumpled on the floor boards, her skirt pulled up above her
waist.  Greg gently probed her dripping wet pussy with his finger then
unzipped his pants.  Greg stopped his manipulation of Sherry's clit long
enough to pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his throbbing
cock.  He moved his face down between Sherry's legs and began to tongue her
enlarged ultra-sensitive clitoris.   Jolts of sexual electricity flowed
through her body as Greg's tongue continued its assault on her pulsing sprig.
Moaning in ecstacy, she clenched her thighs, trapping Greg's head.  The smell
of pussy that unmistakably pungent odor-once experienced, never forgotten -
wafted thorough Greg's nasal passage and spurred him onto greater lingual
manipulation.  
	Overwhelmed by the touch, taste and feel of his girlfriend's cunt, Greg's
cock dripped copious amounts of precum all over Mickey's floorboard.  Greg was
so turned by the sensations he was experiencing that he became consumed with
the need to shove his fat cock into Sherry's dripping hole.  He pulled his
body up between the writhing girl's legs.  His right knee remained on the
floorboard, the left found its way up against Sherry's thigh, spreading her
legs.  Greg slammed his cock into her vagina.   Sherry reacted by arching her
back and wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him further into her.  
	Greg pumped his cock in and out of the girl's dripping pussy.  With each
thrust and retreat, his cock rubbed up against Sherry's clit, sending wave
after wave of ecstacy through her body, bringing her closer and closer to a
shattering climax.  So excited was Sherry that this was one time that she was
going to experience orgasm before her boyfriend did.  As the explosion of
sensations hit her, her vagina contracted in spasm.  Her orgasm was so
powerful that her legs actually went numb.  It was as though every nerve and
sensation in her body was concentrated in her cunt.  She clutched Greg tightly
as wave after wave of her climax flowed through her shuddering body.
	As Greg pumped his hard cock into Sherry's pussy, he felt the spasms of her
orgasm.  As much as he was enjoying this, his mind was playing strange tricks
on him.  Flashes . . . brief but intense images passed through his
consciousness . . .  curvaceous milk-white ass cheeks, flexing and dimpling .
. .  a large, dangling scrotum flopping back and forth . . . a long hard cock
plunging in and out of a tiny hairless orifice . . .  `Aw, fuck,' he screamed
to himself, as squirts of cum traveled up the shaft of his cock and into
Sherry's still quivering snatch.  
	Greg collapsed in exhaustion onto his girlfriend.  As he caught his breath
and regained some semblance of coherence, he realized with a shock that the
images that had flashed through his mind as he emptied his prostate, were
those of Clay's ass, Clay's scrotum, Clay's cock plunging into his little
brother's asshole.  `Jesus Christ,' he silently cursed, `I was fantasizing
about Clay and my brother while I was fucking Sherry.  Oh, man, that's really
fucking sick!'
	Those unwelcome thoughts finished what his orgasm had begun.  His dick
quickly deflated and slipped out of Sherry's pussy.  As the two lovers cuddled
in post orgasmic euphoria, sounds of sex intruded on Greg's consciousness.  As
the car jiggled from the movement of the two bodies in the front seat, he
heard grunts and moans, then a explosion of breath.  `Mickey's shooting his
load,' he thought.  `Pumping that big cock of his into her tight pussy.'  The
idea of his best friend fucking his girlfriend in the front seat was strangely
erotic to him.  `Aw fuck, now I'm thinking about Mickey.'  As the image of his
best friend fucking less than two feet away from him came into his thoughts,
his cock began to swell to erection once again.  He involuntarily pressed it
towards Sherry's hole.
	"No, Greg." Sherry said.  "Not again.  I'm too sore to do it again."
	"Aw, c'mmon!" Greg whispered pleadingly.
	"No, I mean it." Sherry said sharply.
	As this exchange was taking place, Greg began rubbing his hard dick into
Sherry pubic bush.  While Greg was making these fucking motions, Sherry once
again admonished him to stop.  
	"Greg, stop it!" Sherry said.
	"Oh, honey, I need it so bad." Greg pleaded.
	"No, I'm too sensitive," Sherry replied.
	"But, Babe!" Greg said.
	As he gasped this out, he felt a large hand grab onto his scrotum from behind
and give it a squeeze.  He looked over his shoulder to see Mickey's grinning
face peering over the front seat.
	"Give the girl a break, Stud!" Mickey said as he continued to squeeze Greg's
nuts.  
	The touch of his best friend's hand on his privates pushed Greg over the
edge.  His body shuddered and he shot his second load of cum all over Sherry's
pubes.
	"Awesome, man," Mickey said as he released his friend's gonads from his grip.
"Fucking awesome!  I could feel you spermin', Man!"
	As he regained his senses, an agitated Greg said, "Shut the fuck up, Mickey,
and hand me some tissues!" 
	"Naw, Man, just lick her clean!" Mickey giggled as he retreated into the
front seat.
	"Fuck you, Asshole!" Greg laughed.  "Just fuck you!"
	"Hey, that's what I do.  Isn't that right, Honeycunt?" Mickey said to his
girlfriend.  "Nothing like a little creamed tuna!" Mickey chortled as his head
moved down out of view.  
	Shortly, Greg heard Mickey's girlfriend moan.  `Maybe he wasn't joking,' Greg
thought.
Soon, a wad of facial tissue flew over the seat.  Greg gently wiped Sherry
clean and then turned his attention to his own genitalia.  As he helped Sherry
get her panties back on, he leaned down and kissed her on the pussy.  
	"You hound!" Sherry giggled.  Greg then pulled up his own underwear and
pants.
	As it was late, the boy's drove the girls home and then headed for Mickey's
where they would spend the night.  Later, as the two naked teenagers lay in
bed, Greg reenacted the events of the evening.
	"You smell out of pussy!" Greg said to Mickey.
	"Well, I'm not exactly the Lone Ranger on that count, asshole," Mickey
replied.
	"You really eat your own cum out of her cunt?" Greg asked.
	"Yep, sure do.  The combination of her juice and my juice is really cool,"
Mickey responded.  "Tastes like nothing you ever had before."
	"That's kinda gross!" Greg stated.
	"Not really.  Wanna taste, buddy?  I only came once tonight so I got some
left.  And, I haven't washed so I'm sure there's still some dried pussy juice
on my dick,"  Mickey said with a laugh.
	"Eeuuh!  Fuck no!" Greg replied.  "I always knew you were a pervert!  Good
night!  And keep your hands to yourself tonight," Greg jokingly admonished his
best friend.
	"Well, you don't know what you're missing, Bud." Mickey replied, rolling over
on his side, facing away from Greg and trying to position himself comfortably.
	"And you keep your hands off my ass!" Mickey continued.
	Soon, rhythmic breathing and soft snores were coming from Mickey's side of
the bed.  Greg laid awake for hours trying to sort out the jumble of emotions
he was feeling.  Finally, physically and emotionally exhausted, he, too, fell
into a deep sleep.  He would deal with all of this later.

End of Chapter 11
	
Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 12

	Robbie knew his brother's idiosyncrasies very well indeed.  Just as he
predicted, three days had passed and Greg had yet to mention the events of the
weekend.  Robbie knew that Greg was in an emotional turmoil but he wasn't
aware of the true cause of his brother's discomfort.  Greg was appalled by the
homoerotic thoughts that had been crossing his mind ever since he had observed
Robbie and Clay fucking.  He became preoccupied with the image of Robbie
kneeling on his bed, sucking on the bigger boy's dick; the image of Clay's
shapely ass undulating as he probed Robbie's asshole with his large dick; the
image of Clay's scrotum hanging down between the boy's legs, flopping back and
forth as he fucked Robbie's tight little asshole.  And, he was revolted by his
reaction to Mickey's fondling of his own nuts in the car that night.
	Robbie, lying naked in his bed, was talking to Clay on the phone.  Like any
other teenagers in love, they could talk for hours.  The topic of the
conversation was immaterial.  They merely reveled in the sound of each other's
voices.
	"Well, Honey, I'd better get going," Clay said.  "I've got a big day tomorrow
and I really need to get some sleep."
	"Yeah, me too!  I've got a match tomorrow afternoon.  Think you'll be able to
make it?"
	"I wish I could but I don't think so.  I've got a team meeting at about the
same time," Clay said.
	"Hey, I hear Greg in the shower.  I think I'll go tease him a little," Robbie
said.
	"Aw, leave the poor guy alone, Squirt," Clay responded with a note of anxiety
in his voice.  "We don't want him freaking out and blabbing, now do we?"
	"Clay, I told you.  He won't say anything," Robbie retorted.
	"Well, still.  Leave him alone."
	"See you tomorrow, beautiful," Robbie purred into the phone.  "I love you."
	"Love you too, you little pipsqueak!  Meet you tomorrow before class, OK?"
Clay asked.
	"Is that spelled `M-E-A-T?'  I'd love to have you `meat' me tomorrow before
class!  Meet me in the boy's room and meat me, OK?"
	"You are impossible!  Good night!" Clay laughed.
	"`Nite, Babe," Robbie said, then hung up the phone.
	Robbie, feeling inordinately mischievous, decide he would harass his big
brother.  He got out of bed and walked into their shared bathroom.  Greg was
shampooing his hair, a halo of soaping suds surrounding his head.  Robbie
quietly opened the shower door and snuck into the shower.   He stood here for
a second to get a good look at Greg's healthy young body.  He noticed that
Greg's uncut cock was a little fatter than usual.  `I think I'll really freak
him out,' Robbie thought to himself.
	Greg's eyes were still tightly shut as Robbie dropped to his knees and
slipped Greg's cock into his mouth.
	"What the fuck?" a started Greg shouted, pulling back.
	"Ummm," was Robbie's only reply as he grabbed Greg by the asscheeks and
pulled his closer.
	"What the fuck are you doing?" an aghast Greg said.
	Releasing Greg's cock from his vacuuming mouth, Robbie matter-of-factly
responded  "Sucking your cock!  God, I've wanted to do this for so long." 
	"Get away from me, Robbie!" Greg croaked, fully aware that his dick was
inflating at the warmth of Robbie's touch.
	"There's `no-no in your voice but `yes-yes' in your cock, Bro." Robbie
giggled, taking Greg's cock into his hand, peeling back the foreskin and
sucking the now rigid member back into his mouth.
	"Stop it, Robbie!  This isn't right!" Greg pleaded.
	"How come you weren't cut and I was?" Robbie asked ignoring his brother's
plea.
	With that question hanging in the air, Robbie abruptly got up off his knees.
He opened the shower door and exited the chamber.  He walked over to the towel
rack, grabbed a couple of towels and walked back to the shower where Greg
stood stunned.  Robbie threw Greg a towel and then began drying himself off.
	"Come on, dry off," he commanded Greg.
	Greg, hardon still waiving in the air, followed his little brother's
direction and began to run the towel over his body.
	When they had finished drying off, Robbie grabbed Greg by the hard dick and
literally pulled his hunky brother into his bedroom.  He led Greg to the bed
and pushed him down onto his back.
	"Now, move up and spread your legs, Greg," Robbie said with firmness.
	It seemed like Greg no longer had a mind of his own.  Like an automaton, he
complied.  Robbie climbed onto the bed and stationed himself between Greg's
legs.  He pushed the boy's legs apart and settled down in between them, taking
Greg's hard cock into his hands.
	"Man, I'm gonna take you on your first ride to heaven!  That is, if Mickey
hasn't done that for you already!" Robbie said with an evil grin on his face.
Greg tensed at the comment.  Surely Robbie couldn't know about the incident in
the car!
	"Don't do this, Robbie," Greg said with very little conviction.
	"Just relax, big brother, and enjoy this!" Robbie said as he began to lick up
and down Greg's throbbing boner.
	For the next half hour, Robbie worked over Greg's body.  He licked and
probed, sucked and nipped, driving Greg almost to the point of explosion.
When Robbie sensed that Greg was getting close to shooting his load, he would
back off and begin working on another part of his brother's anatomy.  He
nibbled on Greg's nipples, licked and sucked on his brother's nuts, pulled the
boy's legs up and rimmed his quivering asshole.  He inserted his finger into
Greg's virgin anus, generating a shudder from Greg's body.  Unable to stand it
anymore, Greg stiffened his legs and volleys of cum shot out of his cock and
onto his stomach and chest.
	With tears of shame streaming from his eyes, Greg tried to push Robbie off of
him but Robbie wasn't through with him yet.
	"Not yet, Greggie!  We're not done yet," Robbie rasped.
	Robbie took Greg's cock back into his mouth and, using his tongue, managed to
make his brother as hard as steel once more.  Robbie then reached over to the
night stand and grabbed the tube of KY that he placed there when he had fucked
Clay.  He squeezed a generous gob of the slick gel onto Greg's cock and then
swiped his asshole with another.  He rose up, straddled Greg's body, aimed the
boy's hard dick at this pucker and quickly speared himself on the hot
throbbing piece of brother meat.  As Greg entered him, Robbie moaned in
ecstacy.
	"Now, fuck your cock into me, big brother!  Fuck me like you fuck Sherry!"
Robbie cried.
	Reeling with mixture of shame, disgust and incredible sexual desire, Greg
flipped their bodies over so that he was now on top of Robbie.  He jerked
Robbie's legs up and over his shoulders, pinning the boy to the bed.  He
looked into Robbie's eyes and said,
	"You wanna be fucked, Robbie?  You want me to really fuck you?  Well, get
ready `cause I'm gonna fuck your stupid brains out!" 
	The tears continued to flow from the boy's eyes as he continued his assault
on Robbie's tight asshole.  Greg viciously slammed his cock as far as it could
go up his brother's ass.  Robbie moaned, experiencing a complex moment of pain
and pleasure intermixed.
	"You want it . . . you got it!  Just like Sherry gets it!" Greg hissed as he
once again jammed his cock into Robbie's ass.
	Greg fucked his little brother like a man possessed.  In and out of Robbie's
ass the hard cock went as Robbie writhed in pleasure.  Greg's hot tears
dripped down onto Robbie's torso as he fucked in and out of the hot body
beneath him.  After the sixth or seventh pass of Greg's rigid meat over his
prostate, Robbie gasped and orgasmed.  As his milky white cum splashed onto
his body, mixing with Greg's tears.  His sphincter went into spasm, squeezing
Greg's cock like a vice.  Greg responded by shooting his second load of cum
into Robbie's body.
	"Oh, take it, fucker!" Greg screamed into Robbie's shoulder as he pressed
down on the boy's body.  "Take it, you bastard!" he said as the cum squirted
out of his dick.  
	He released Robbie's legs from the grip of his arms and then collapsed onto
the boy.  Robbie's legs wrapped themselves around Greg's hips, trapping the
pulsing cock in his rectum.  Robbie's young arms also found their way around
Greg' body, pulling his brother close.  When the magnitude of what he had just
done dawned upon him, Greg once again broke down in sobs.
	"Oh, Robbie, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to do this," Greg sobbed.
	"It's ok, Greg.  It's ok." Robbie whispered soothingly into his brother's
ear.
	"Aw fuck, man.  This was so wrong!"  Greg blubbered. 
	"It wasn't your fault, Greg.  I'm the one that started the whole thing.  I
wanted it to happen!  You know I love you.  You're just the best brother a guy
could have," Robbie said as his hands gently caressed Greg's back.
	"Shit, Robbie, what do you know?  You're just a fucking kid," Greg said,
realizing too late the irony in that statement.
	"Oh, yeah, and you're so much older and wiser, huh?  Shit, Greg, you're only
two years older than me."
	"Ah, man, I'm so fucked up!" Greg said as he extricated himself from Robbie's
embrace.
	"Don't go, Greg.  Stay here with me for a while, OK?" Robbie said, pulling
Greg back down next to him.
	Greg allowed himself to be pulled back down on the bed.  He rolled over on
his back.  Robbie snuggled up against him in a warm embrace.  Lost in their
own thoughts, the boys rested there for a long while.  Finally, Greg got up
the nerve to continue the conversation.
	"You know this can never happen again, don't you, Robbie?" Greg said softly.
	"I know.  I know.  But I'm not sorry it happened.  Are you?"
	"I don't know what I'm feeling, Squirt.  One minute I'm totally into Sherry
and the next I'm thinking about you and Clay fucking and, God, when Mickey
grabbed my nuts, I got so turned on."
	"Mickey grabbed your nuts?" Robbie said incredulously.  "When?"
	"The other night!  We were parked up on Hailey's Point.  Sherry and I were in
the back seat and Mickey and his date were in the front seat.  I'd already
fucked Sherry once and was trying to get her to do it again, but she kept
saying `no,' So, there I am, hard and all, and Mickey reached over from the
front seat and grabs me by the balls.  Man, it was such a shock I shot my wad
all over Sherry."
	"Wow!  Incredible!" Robbie said.  "So, did you guys get in on together after
you took the girls home?"	
	"No, of course not!  We're not queer!" Greg said vehemently.  "But, Mickey
did say some pretty amazing things."
	"Like what?"
	"Just things."

End of chapter 12
     ...to be continued

Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 13


	As the boys lay there, Robbie reached up and ran his finger over Greg's
nipple.  Greg shuddered involuntarily as his nipple became erect.
 	"Stop it, Robbie or I'm outta here!" Greg said.
	"OK, OK!  Big brother.  I'm just fooling around." Robbie retorted, removing
his finger tip from Greg's swollen nipple.
	"Yeah, you were just fooling around before and look what happened," trying to
sound like the stern older brother.
	"Yeah, neat, wasn't it?" Robbie giggled.
	Pushing himself away from Robbie and rising up on one elbow, he looked Robbie
in the eye.
	"You don't get it, do you?"
	"Get what?" Robbie asked.
	"We shouldn't be doing this!" Greg choked out, tears again welling up in his
eyes.
	"Why not?  I think it's fun," Robbie said, reaching up to wipe away Greg's
tears.
	"`Cause it's perverted, that's why!" Greg said.
	"Well, if it is, so be it.  But I don't think of it that way.  I think of it
as proving to my brother how much I love him.  I'm mean, why else would I let
you stuff that monster of yours up my ass?"
	"Because you're queer and you'll take it any way you can get it, that's why?
And I just happen to be handy and not very self-controlled."
	"Bull shit!  There's only been two guys up my ass . . . you and Clay.  And I
love both of you.  I'm not some sort of promiscuous slut!" Robbie said
somewhat defensively.
	"Oh, Rob, I'm sorry.  I didn't really mean it the way it came out.  Aw, fuck,
I don't know what I mean!" Greg said contritely as he once again settled down
on the bed.
	"You've forgiven . . . now tell me about you and Mickey," Robbie said as he
put his arms around his brother.
	"I told you already.  He reached over the front seat, grabbed me by the nuts
and gave them a squeeze.  And then I shot all over Sherry's pubes."
	"No, you said he said some weird things . . . like what?"
	"I asked him for some Kleenex to wipe her up with and he told me to lick it
off.  Says he does it all the time."
	"What do you mean?" Robbie asked.
	"He says that after he fucks his girlfriend, he eats her pussy out.  He says
he like the taste of her pussy juice and his cum all mixed together."
	"What'dya mean, pussy juice?" Robbie asked.
	"You don't know what pussy juice is?" Greg asked incredulously.
	"No, I'm a virgin, remember?" Robbie retorted.
	"Some virgin!" Greg laughed.
	"With girls, asshole . . . I've never done it with a girl," Robbie said.
	"Well, when girls get really turned on, they secrete all this slimy liquid .
. . their pussies get all wet and squishy. . . it's kinda like precum . . .
all slippery.  Makes it easier to get your cock into to them.
	"Geez, too bad assholes don't do that!" Robbie chuckled.
	"That's probably because God didn't design an asshole for fucking!" Greg
said.
	"Oh, yeah, then why does it feel so good, then?  Huh?   Answer me that!"
Robbie said.
	"Shit, what do I know?  I'm so fucking confused right now," Greg said with a
note of despondence in his voice.
	"You really think Mickey eats his own cum?"
	"Yeah, I think he does.  After he said it, he kinda disappeared down the seat
and his girl started moaning like mad.  I think he really was eating her out.
Then, when we got home, neither of us showered before we hit the sack.  We
both smelled outta pussy.  I asked him if he really did do what he said and he
said he did.  Then he asked me if I wanted a taste.  Said he had dried pussy
juice all over his cock and thought he could manage to bring up another load
of cum if I wanted it."
	"What did you do?" Robbie said excitedly.
	"I told him he was a fuckin' pervert and then we both rolled over and went to
sleep."
	"Fucking awesome!" Robbie said.
	As he said those words, Robbie then got up and headed toward the bathroom.
Greg started to get out of bed too but Robbie stopped him.
	"Stay right here, man." Robbie said.
	In a minute, Robbie returned to his room holding a warm wet towel.  He walked
back to the bed and positioned himself once again between Greg's legs.
	"What are you doing now?" Greg asked.
	"I'm gonna clean you up," Robbie said.
	With that, he tenderly began to wash Greg's genitalia.  He gingerly took his
brother's nuts in his hand and bathed them, taking pains to insure that he
also washed as far back between Greg's legs as the boy's asshole.  He then
took Greg's cock into his hand and pulled the foreskin back.  He gently washed
around the head of the boy's cock and then down the rubbery shaft.
	"I wonder how come I was cut and you weren't," Robbie once again asked.
	"Who knows?  I never really thought that much about it.  Maybe mom & dad
didn't like what your dick looked like!" Greg said.
	"Is Mickey circumcised?" Robbie asked.
	"Yeah, I guess so.   I never really thought that much about him, either, "
Greg responded.
	Once that task was complete, Robbie bent down and took Greg's soft cock in
his mouth.
	"Robbie!" Greg barked  as he pushed his younger brother away.
	"Aw, come on, Greg.  We've already decided we only have this one night and I
want to do this."
	"Shit, I have to admit, you do suck cock better than Sherry does.  Aw shit,
you little fag.   Go for it!"
	For the next forty five minutes, Robbie showed Greg every he had learned
about sucking cock and everything he had fantasized about with regard to
making love to another guy.  He sucked, licked, nipped, bit and prodded every
part of Greg's body . . . armpits were licked, nipples were sucked on and
gingerly bitter, ball were sucked and licked, the boy's perineum generously
laved with hot, wet tongue.  Robbie even tongue-fucked Greg's asshole before
finally returning the boy's pulsing cock and sucking out a huge load of cum.
	Once Greg came down from his sexual high, he opened his eyes and looked at
his lovely younger brother.  He reached down and grabbed Robbie's hard cock
and began to beat him off.
	"I won't suck on it but I will get you off, man.  I owe you," Greg said as he
manipulated Robbie's cock.
	"Oh, fuck, Greg.  That feels so nice.  Stick your finger up my ass while
you're doing it!"
	Soon, the combination of Greg's finger up and his ass and Greg's other hand
stroking his hard cock were too much for Robbie.  His body stiffened, his legs
stretched rigid, trapping Greg's hand tightly.  He shot several large loads of
cum all over his chest and stomach.  With the last spurt of semen finally
escaping from this piss slit, the sensations in his cock became painful.
Robbie grabbed Greg's hand so stop the masturbating.  Greg looked down as his
cum-slathered brother.   He extricated his hand from Robbie's and delicately
dabbed his finger in the boy's cum.  He slowly brought the slimy finger to his
mouth and tasted his little brother's essence.  
With the acrid taste of the bodily fluid on his tongue, he said, "This will
never replace Coca Cola!"
	After wiping Robbie's body clean with the now cold wash cloth and turning off
the lights,  Greg resumed his position in bed.  Tightly wrapped in each others
arms, the boy's gently drifted off to sleep.
	Robbie's last thoughts before sleep came were, `I've dreamed about this and
now it's happened.  How cool is that!'

End of Chapter 13

     ....to be continued