Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 15:51:33 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff, Chapt 24-25

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Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 24

	The plan they hatched was simple.  Greg and Mickey were to follow Car 223
around for a couple of days to see if the guy had a definite routine.  They
discovered that he did.  They also found out that the cop usually had dinner
at the same restaurant every night . . . a decent coffee shop not far away
from his beat.  One night they followed him into the restaurant, taking a
booth close to him.  They listened as he bantered with the waitress.  It was
pretty obvious the cop and the waitress were pretty well acquainted.  She
called him by his first name, John, and he made several risque remarks to her.
She brushed him off by threatening to tell his wife that he was getting a
little frisky with her.  The boys also got a good look at his name tag and
found out his name was Officer James . . . Officer John James.
	One other thing they noticed.  The cop had ordered the most expensive thing
on the menu and then walked out without paying for it and never left a tip,
either.   They hung around after he had gone and asked the waitress about
that.  She told them he never paid.  He considered it payment enough that he
was known to eat there.  Kept the riffraff  away he said.  She told them there
wasn't much they could do about it.  He'd made it pretty clear that if they
said anything, it might cause them more problems than they figured on.  He
intimated that most places of business did things that weren't totally on the
up and up and one never knew when those shortcomings would be discovered.
And, he also intimated that it would be a terrible thing if other patrons were
rousted and harassed.  He had made his point.  Any one of those actions would
kill off their business so they put up with it.
	"God, what a fucking bastard that son-of-a-bitch is!" Greg said.
	"Yeah, no shit!" Mickey agreed.
	So their surveillance of Officer James continued.  They managed to map out
his routine, where he went and what times he went there.  Officer James was a
very well organized man.  He never varied his routine.  Of course, the boys
were smart enough to avoid the secluded cul-du- sac.  They didn't want to tip
their hand.
	One problem did arise but that ended up not being a real problem.  That was
the problem of the lighting for the video tape.  The camera did have a low
light capability so they didn't need to have bright lights to capture what
they wanted.  They experimented with various shots prior to the main event and
the tapes came out clear enough to see every thing.
	They experimented with the placement of the remote mikes and found the sound
level to also be adequate.  They mapped out the area so as to find the best
place to conceal Mickey and the camera.  Everything checked out.
	On the night they picked to spring their trap, Robbie and Clay drove up to
the cul-du-sac.  Greg and Mickey had gotten there earlier to set up the mikes
and the camera.  They were hiding in the bushes.  Clay & Robbie arrived at
approximately the same time as the last time Officer James had caught them.
They both stripped naked and got into the back seat of Clay's car, just like
before.
	"Clay, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Robbie said
	"Yeah, I'm sure.  If tubing that bastard means I have to take it up the ass,
well, it's worth it."
	"We don't have to do this." Robbie said.
	"Just be quiet and suck on this" Clay said wiggling his hardon at Robbie.
	"Only for a minute, babe.  I'd rather sit on it!" Robbie giggled as he bent
over and took Clay into his mouth.
	Soon, the boys had really gotten into it.  The car was again bouncing around
as their fuck got more animated.  As Robbie was really beginning to ride the
stiff cock, the beam of a flashlight illuminated the inside of the car.
	"Jesus Christ.  You fags never learn, do you?  Now, Goddamn it, get out of
that car!"
	Clay and Robbie, naked as jay birds, did as they were told.  The scenario was
just like it was the last time only the dialogue was a bit different.
	"I told you two last time I didn't want to see you up here again, doing that
fag shit, didn't I?" Officer James said.
	The boys were silent.
	"Didn't I warn you, you fucking perverts?" he screamed at them.
	Still, the boys were silent.
	"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson again.  You, big guy,
what's your name?"
	"Clay."
	"OK, Gay Clay, shag your ass over here and get down on your knees."
	"What for?" Clay asked innocently.
	"Your gonna suck on my cock, that's what for."  Officer James spit out.
	"I don't wanna do that, Officer," Clay said.
	"You don't have any fucking choice, kid.  It's that or I run you in!
Understand?"
	"You mean if I suck on your cock, you'll let us go?" Clay said.
	"That's the deal, kid.  Now get over here.  And you, Shorty, get your naked
ass back in the car."  Officer James said.
	Clay moved over in front of the officer and dropped to his knees.  Officer
James unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them and his shorts
down to his knees.  His cock was already hard and dripping precum.
	"Now, let's see if you suck better than your fag boyfriend, kid.  Oh, man,
I'm gonna love this!"
	Clay did as he was told.  He took the policeman's cock into his mouth and
began to bob up and down on it.  He made sure that what he was doing was fully
visible to the camera.    He let his hand slide back to the man's ass crack
and started probing for the man's asshole.  When Clay's finger grazed his
anus, he cop jerked his dick from Clay's mouth.
	"Like assholes, huh, fag?  Well, let's see what you can do.  Lean over the
hood."
	"What are you gonna do to me?" Clay asked.
	"I'm gonna fuck that sweet little ass of yours, baby.  I gonna give you a
ride to the moon."
	"No, I don't want that," Clay said.
	"Hey, your little fag friend took my cock up his ass the last time with no
compliant."
	"I don't want you to hurt me." Clay said.
	"Hey, I'll be nice and easy on you.  Don't worry."
	Officer James shoved Clay up against the hood of the car and bent him over.
He used his night stick to nudge Clay's legs apart.  Then, in a move that
surprised everyone watching, he bent down himself and began to rim Clay's
asshole.  Clay tensed at the feel of the cop's hot tongue lapping at his hole.
	"Like that huh, kid?  Well, you're gonna like this even more."
	Officer James moved up close behind Clay and diddled the boy's asshole with
his hard dick.  He placed his forearm up against Clay's neck and held the boy
against the car hood.
	"Never been fucked before, kid?  You the top all the time?  Well, it's your
turn now.  Lets see if you're as tight as your little friend, huh?"
	Office James shoved his cock up Clay's asshole and began to vigorously fuck
in and out of the boy.  Clay yelped in pain.
	"No stop . . . you're hurting me," Clay yelled, loud enough to make sure the
remotes picked it up.
	"Shut up, kid, and take it like the fag you are!" Officer James growled as he
rammed his cock up Clay's protesting rectum.  "Oh, you are tight, kid.  Better
than your lover over there.   I guess that big cock of yours loosened him up
for me last time, huh.  Yeah, you've got a big cock, kid, a real nice one.
Ah, yeah, take it . . . take my cum, you queer bastard.   Oh, yeah, here it
comes."
	Clay could feel Officer James' orgasm.  After a few more lunges, the cop
pulled his dick out of Clay's ass.
	"That was real nice, kid.  Real nice," Officer James said as he pulled his
pants and shorts back up.  Pulling Clay up off the hood by his hair and
roughly shoving him toward the car door, Officer James said,  "Now, get your
ass out here.  And I'm telling you one more time, don't bring your queer shit
up here again, hear me?  Next time, you won't just get my cock.  I'll ram this
night stick up your ass, too!"
	Officer James buckled his belt and, with a macho swagger, strolled back to
his squad car.  He got in, started the engine, backed out of the cul-du-sac
and sped away.
	Clay pulled himself together emotionally as Robbie got out of the car.
	"Clay, are you ok?" Robbie asked.  "God I wish we hadn't done this."
	"I'm OK, babe.  It wasn't as bad as I made it out to be.  And we've got the
bastard now.  I just hope the camera worked."
	Greg and Mickey came out of the bushes and rushed up to Clay.
	"You OK, Lover-in-law?" Greg said, trying to make light of the situation.
	"Yeah, I'm ok.  I'll live.  Now let's get the fuck out of here."
	"Lover-in-law?  What's that supposed to mean?" Mickey queried.
	"Clay's Robbie's lover so that makes us lovers-in-law, right?" Greg
responded.
	"Yeah, If you say so. Weird!  Weird!  Weird!" Mickey said.  "Now, let's go
pick up the gear and check out this video."

End of Chapter 24


Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 25

	Once Clay and Robbie were dressed, they all off drove to Mickey's house, Greg
and Mickey in one car, Robbie and Clay in another.  They were headed to
Mickey's because he had one of those new multi-deck video recorders in his
room.  This piece of equipment rounded out his video hardware collection.  On
this machine, they could watch the video and simultaneously make a copy of it.
The copy was an important part of their plan.
	Mickey and Greg drove in silence, each deep in their own private thoughts.
	`Boy, what a crazy couple of weeks,' Greg thought.  `First, I catch Robbie
and Clay fucking, then I practically rape Robbie.  Then, Clay's sucking on my
dick and then I'm fucking Mickey's ass.  And now, I'm on the way home from
setting up an entrapment of an LAPD cop.'
Greg's pensive moment was interrupted by Mickey.
	"Boy, what a night this has been, huh?"
	"You could say that!" Greg responded.
	"I hate to admit it but it was kinda hot watching Clay suck off that cop and
then getting fucked by the guy."
	"Yeah, it was, wasn't it.  Clay's a really good looking guy,"
	"Fuck, yes!  What a great ass he's got . . . class A, that's for sure.  And
he's got a beautiful cock, too!"
	"Yeah, and he really knows how to use it, too!" Greg added.
	"You've had sex with him?" Mickey said, a little surprised.
	"Yeah, of sorts.  He sucked me off the other night!"
	"You fuck him, too?" Mickey asked.
	"No, as far as I know, tonight was his first time," Greg said.  "I just
stroked him off."
	"Then, how do you know he's such a cocksman?"
	"I watched him fuck Robbie.  That's what started this whole thing!"
	Greg went on to describe the events of a couple of weeks ago.
	"Greg?"
	"Yeah"
	"Do you regret what happened between us?"
	"No, Mick.  I don't regret it.  I guess I'm more surprised than anything."	
	"I know what you mean.  Me, too.  Shit, that  night in the car when I grabbed
you by the nuts?  It was supposed to only be a joke.  But, man, when I touched
your nads, well, it was like a lightning bolt went through me.  I got so
fucking turned on!"
	"Tell me about it!  It felt the same way to me.  You made me jizz all over
Sherry.  And then when you went down to eat that chick's cunt out . . . oh
man, that just about drove me crazy."
	"So, you think we're queer?" Mickey asked.
	"Mick, I don't know what I think.  I do know that you're my best friend and
that I can't imagine my life without you in it."
	"Well, Greg, I think I'm in love with you.  Have been for a long time.  Just
didn't know what to do about it."
	"What about all the girls, Mickey!  Shit, you'll fuck anything with a cunt!"
Greg said.
	"Past history . . . I'm all yours now . . . If you want me."
	"Mick, right about now, I'm so confused I don't know what I want." Greg said.
	They finished the drive in silence.
	No one was home at Mickey's house when they arrived.  Mickey led the way up
to his room.
	"My folks are out tonight with friends.  Probably won't be back until after
midnight," Mickey said.
	"Cool.  Let's watch this thing.  God, I hope it came out OK," Robbie said.
	"Yeah, I don't want to have to put up with that bastard fucking me again,"
Clay said.
	"Me neither," Robbie said, shuddering in disgust.
	As Mickey turned on the TV and the VCR, he put the camcorder tape into its
play back cassette and slipped that cassette into the VCR.  He put a blank
tape into the second deck and pushed the "Copy Tape" button.  All four of them
climbed onto Mickey's bed to watch their video production.
	As the video image appeared on the TV, the boy's marveled at the quality of
the picture.
	"Ah, fuck, Mickey, you forgot to turn off the date and time stamp!" Robbie
said.
	"Robbie!" said the exasperated Clay.  "This is supposed to be evidence, not a
porn tape!"
	"Oh, yeah, Shit!  I forgot!" Robbie giggled.
	The boys watched the tape from beginning to end.  It clearly captured the
entire scene from the time that Officer James approached the car to the moment
he got back into his car and drove away.  Mickey had done an excellent job as
cameraman.  He captured Clay being forced to perform fellatio on the cop and
then being sodomized by the man.  After the tape had played out, Mickey's room
was silent.
	"Boy, those remote mikes really worked well, didn't they?" Mickey remarked.
"You could hear everything he and Clay said."
	"Yeah, and the picture was pretty clear, too!" Greg said. "Clay, you really
look hot sucking cock!"
	Robbie laughed.  "You'll have to do me out in the fresh air some day, Babe!"
	"But only with knee pads . . . my knees still hurt from that rough asphalt."
Clay said.
	"Mickey, can you make an extra copy of this for me?  I'd really like to have
one," Robbie asked.  "You know, a little blackmail material in case Clay gives
me any shit!"
	"What are we gonna do with it now?" Greg asked.
	It was agreed that Mickey would make several copies of the tape.
	"Geez, I get to watch it a couple of more times!  All right!" Mickey joked.
"I have to admit.  You do look good on your knees, Clay.  And, damn, what a
nice ass, too!  I'd like a piece of that myself."
	"In your fucking dreams, man!" Clay responded. "In your fucking dreams!"
	As Mickey was checking to make sure the copy was adequate, Clay took Robbie
in his arms.  The two boys kissed tenderly.
	"Are you sure you're OK?" Robbie asked as he peered deep into Clay's limpid
brown eyes.
	"Sure, Babe.  I'm ok.  Really.  My asshole's gonna be sore tomorrow but other
than that, I'm fine.  The whole time the bastard was fucking me, I just
pretended it was your cock up my ass, Rob."
	"Oooh . . . how about the real thing?" Robbie joshed.
	"Not right now.  But later, who knows?  I told you that you were the only one
who was ever gonna go up my ass and only that one time.  That didn't exactly
come true so maybe you will have another chance."
	"I was only kidding, Clay.  You know I like having you fuck me more than the
other way around.  God, I love you so much," Robbie said, once again pressing
his lips to Clay's.
	"Would you two knock that off!" Mickey said.  "I'm busy working here!"
	"Yeah, we can see how `hard' you're working?" Greg said, rubbing Mickey's
crotch.
	"I can't help it if this tape turns me on!" Mickey said.
	"Watch this, Robbie," Clay whispered into Robbie's ear.
	Clay reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles.  He
sat there naked from waist to foot, his big soft cock draped over his thigh.
	"Hey, Mickey, want some?" Clay said as he gently scratched his droopy
scrotum.
	Mickey stared at Clay's genitals for a moment.  Then, he leaned over and took
the boy into his mouth.
	"I've never sucked cock before," Mickey said.
	"Well, there's always a first time," Greg said as he positioned himself
behind Mickey.
	He pulled Mickey's pants and shorts down, exposing the boy's gorgeous red
pubic hair.
He then hauled Mickey to his hands and knees and stripped the clothes
completely off the boy.
	"Robbie, you want some of this?" Greg asked as he pried Mickey's asscheeks
apart.
	"Seems only fair.  I've been feeling a little left out, lately," Robbie said
with an evil gleam in his eye.  "You've fucked me, Clay's fucked me.  Clay's
sucked you off.  You've fucked Mickey.  What missing in this picture?" Robbie
said.
	"Mick!  You got any KY?" Robbie asked.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph" Mickey uttered, the only sound possible since his mouth was
fully stuffed by about 9 inches of Irish sausage . . . Clay's cock.
	"Well then, I guess it's dry fuck time," Robbie said as he pulled off his own
clothes.
	He aimed his cock at Mickey's asshole and as he shoved it in, he once again
heard a sound come from Mickey.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph" Mickey uttered again as Robbie's cock clipped his prostate.
	Greg sat and watched the sexual shenanigans of the other three boys.  He
inwardly sighed, `Damn, this turns me on.  I guess I am really am queer.'
	Then, Greg sighed audibly.

End of Chapter 25