Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 20:51:11 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Mutt & Jeff

This is a gay love story involving teens.  If that's offensive to you, don't
read it.  Comments welcome at AWRT96@AOL.COM

Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 1

	Adolescence is a god-awful time, a horribly precarious period of life when
even the most confident of boys find himself riddled with insecurities and
seemingly unanswerable questions.  It seems that with the growth of pubic hair
and the other physical changes of puberty comes an emotional upheaval that
leaves most kids longing for the carefree days of prepubescence.  Almost
everything takes on larger than life qualities.   
	Moving is always tough on a kid . . . even if it's only across town.
Familiar faces and familiar places are no longer there to help cushion the
barrage of changes that comes with adolescence.    Robbie Mancini's family had
moved across town to a newer, finer home.  And, as a consequence, Robbie had
transferred to a new middle school.  Because of his diminutive good looks and
wacky sense of humor, Robbie had always been accepted by the `in crowd' at his
old school.  Would that be the case at George Washington Middle School?  Or
would his worst fears come true.  Would his deepest, darkest secrets and true
nature be discovered and would he be a social pariah?  
	Predictably, his worst fears never materialized.  Robbie easily made friends
at his new school.  The guys liked him for his sense of humor and his skill on
the tennis court.  The girls liked him because he was cute.  Robbie stood only
5' 6" tall, weighed about 125 lbs. and had brown hair which he wore in a short
burr cut.  He was what one would call `elfin.'  His blue eyes were a surprise
to everyone . . . most people thought that people of Italian extraction had
brown or black eyes.  But Robbie's were definitely blue.    
	As the school year passed, all Robbie seemed to hear about from his new friends
and acquaintances was some guy named Clay Mollison.  `Geez,' you'd think this
guy was some kind of fuckin' god!' young Robbie thought.  `Clay Mollison
this!...Clay Mollison that!'  That's all everyone seemed to talk about.
Robbie had never seen this guy because at the time Robbie was transferring
into Washington Middle school, Clay had transferring out to the town's new
middle school.  So, for a full year, Robbie heard all the `Clay Mollison
stories' but never laid eyes on the guy. 
	The 9th grade flashed by, seemingly in minutes and so did the summer.   Soon
September came and so did a new experience . . . high school!  Starting high
school can be a traumatic event for a lot of adolescents.  Old friends, sure,
but also a whole lot of new kids to deal with.  Robbie was more fortunate than
most for not only did he know and was known by the kids from two of the
cities' three middle schools, but also his older brother was already a student
in high school.  Robbie was well acquainted with all his brother's friends   .
. .  mighty Seniors!  Adjustment to high school was going to be easier on
Robbie than most kids.
	On the first day into the new school year, Robbie and some of his friends
gathered in the patio area of school, the place where later most of the kids
would eat their lunches and socialize.  As he surveyed the scene, he noticed a
group of students standing apart.  In the midst of them was this tall, skinny
guy.  The guy was kind of preppy looking, wearing tight new Levi's, a black
turtleneck sweater and loafers . . . and everyone in the group seemed to be
vying for his attention.
	"Who's that guy?" Robbie asked one of his friends.
	"Oh, him . . . that's Clay Mollison.  I told you about him.  He used to go to
Washington with us," his friend replied.  "He ended up at the Marshall last
year."
	"Oh, so that's him.  Doesn't look like such hot shit to me!" Robbie said
derisively.
	"No, man, he's really a cool guy," the friend retorted.
	"I'll take your word for it," Robbie said, moving on to find a table to sit
onto better scope out the scene.  Robbie didn't want to admit it to himself,
but he was fascinated with this guy Clay.  Why did everyone think he was so
wonderful?  Geez, the guy had acne pimples all over his face . . . he was
tall, probably 6 foot four, but skinny.  His hair was a nondescript, a very
ordinary reddish-brown.  From a distance, Robbie, for the life of him,
couldn't see what all the fuss was about.
	At the first bell, all of the students trudged into the assembly hall/gym
where they were given instructions as to where to pick up their class
schedules.  Robbie, along with a four hundred other sophomores, scattered and
then assembled in their assigned lines, noisily awaiting  that little piece of
paper which would tell them what courses they had been assigned and in what
rooms they were going to spend the remainder of the year.   The waiting was
taken up with kids greeting each other, getting reacquainted after the summer
months.  The room buzzed with adolescent energy.  
	Since Robbie's last name, Mancini, also began with an `M,' he ended up in the
same line as ClayMollison.  Clay was lined up about twenty kids closer to the
head of the line which gave Robbie the chance to really scope out this guy.
`Hm, very nice ass,' Robbie thought as he casually checked out Clay from the
back.  Full of restless teenaged vitality, Clay moved around a lot while
conversing with his friends, friends from both of the middle schools he had
attended.  This gave Robbie the chance to check out the bulge in the his
Levi's too.  `Not bad,' Robbie silently mused.  `Isn't hung huge but God, I
love the way button-fly Levi's mold a guy's jewels and ass.' Several times as
Clay moved around, he glanced toward the back of the line and noticed the
brown-haired little guy checking him out.  As the line slowly diminished, Clay
picked up his class schedule and wandered off.  Robbie felt a twinge of
regret.  For some reason, the scene before him, with ClayMollison no longer in
the picture, had lost his interest.
	Robbie picked up his class schedule and in a glance knew that this was not
gonna be an easy year . . . the schedule read: Spanish, Social Studies,
Algebra, English, then lunch.  After lunch it was Biology, Tennis and Study
Hall.  English was ok . . . Spanish, too . . . Social Studies wouldn't be too
bad . . . but Algebra . . . God, how Robbie hated math.  It had never been one
of his better subjects . . . he just couldn't seem to grasp the concepts.
And, Biology . . . that, too, was something to which he was definitely not
looking forward.  `Oh, God, why me?' he groaned to himself.  The only
redeeming period was tennis.  Robbie loved to play tennis.  It was a game
where his size really wasn't a handicap.  His quickness and agility made up
for any lack of brawn, height and strength.
	At the second bell, Robbie found himself wandering around the unfamiliar
campus looking for his first class.  He found the room easily enough and
entered.  The teacher standing at the chalk board was a women of indeterminate
middle age.  She had a friendly enough face, but was not at all attractive.
Robbie took a seat in the middle of the room.  He always liked the middle of
the room because it put him close enough to see the chalk board easily, but
far enough away from where teachers usually stationed themselves.  That
location, he thought, helped to make him somewhat invisible.  He'd be there
but wouldn't draw the attention paid to those who sat in the front rows or in
the very back.  `Student Invisibility from Teacher Attention' was his credo.
It had always worked before and he had no reason to believe that it wouldn't
work to his advantage just because he was now in high school.
	The morning progressed.  Students wandered around looking for elusive
classrooms, and upon finding them, listened listlessly as teachers passed out
text books and droned on about class curriculum, requirements and
expectations.  `Boring!' thought Robbie.  `God, this is gonna be a long year! 
	Algebra class was going to be a bright spot in his schedule  it turned out.
On entering the classroom, he spied the teacher.  Standing at the front of the
class was a very handsome young man . . . in his early twenties . . . slender
but wiry . . . wearing a tailored white shirt and khaki- colored, form-fitting
pants.  The first thing Robbie noticed was the teacher's basket . . . the
pants were tight enough to display an enticing bulge of genitalia.  `Front row
for this class,' Robbie thought as he felt a twinge in his own genitals.  As
he sat down, he looked up at the young teacher.  The teacher smiled, pushing
back his beautiful blond hair.  It was then that Robbie noticed the shiny new
wedding ring that graced the man's left hand.  `Shit, he's married!' Robbie
groaned inwardly.  `No fucking around here.  But, hey, at least I get to look
at that great ass and crotch up-close every day.' 
	As Robbie gazed at the young teacher, his revery was disturbed by a soft,
silky voice saying, "Hi, I'm Clay Mollison.  You're Robbie Mancini, right?"
The boy, extending his hand in greeting then said,  "Mind if I sit here next
to you?"
	Startled, Robbie looked up. "No, go ahead.  It's not taken,"  Robbie replied
as he looked up and down the gangly figure standing there.  "How do you know
my name?" he asked as his hand enfolded Clay's hand and gently shook it.
	"Jenny Mathis pointed you out to me while we were in line.  I think she's got
a crush on you." Clay said with a sly grin on his face as he sat in the chair
next to Robbie.
	Robbie looked disbelievingly into Clay's eyes.  Oh, fuck, those eyes!  Dark
brown  . . .  twinkling  . . .  sparkling  . . .  somehow totally mesmerizing.
Robbie felt like his very soul was being involuntarily drawn from his body and
into the glittering orbs before him.
	Making small talk to prolong the moment, Robbie said, " It's nice to meet
finally meet you, Clay.  I've heard a lot about you." 
	Before he could respond to the quip about Jennie Mathis, Robbie was jolted
back to reality.  The teacher, Mr. Bounder, had loudly called the class to
order.  The remainder of the class floated by like a dream.  Robbie found it
impossible to concentrate on what was being said.  It now made no matter how
gorgeous the teacher was.   Robbie had fallen completely under the spell of
the young man sitting next to him, the boy he so recently had derided.  
	All through the Algebra class, Robbie snuck glances at this boy who had so
suddenly captivated his imagination and so overwhelmingly entranced him.  His
eyes took in the boy . . . tall, probably about 6'4", slender, almost gangly .
. . hands with long, slender fingers, nails bitten to the quick . . .
pockmarked face, short reddish-brown hair . . . and oh, shit, the bulge in the
boy's Levi's!  `He must have humongous nuts,' Robbie thought to himself.  `I
love the way his crotch bulges out as he sits there.'  
	Robbie felt his own cock begin to harden, that familiar tingling in the groin
he felt whenever he witnessed something or someone he found sexually
attractive.  `What the fuck's the matter with me?' Robbie groused to himself.
`He's got zits all over his face . . . his fingernails look like they've been
through a meat grinder . . . he's skinny as all shit!  And yet, shit, he's the
most beautiful guy I've ever laid eyes on!   Oh, man, am I sick or what?'
	Robbie was startled out of his preoccupation by the sound of the class bell.
The ring of the bell was followed by the clamourous sound only young
adolescents can make in gathering up their books and back packs as the class
room emptied.
	"Where you headed next?" Robbie heard Clay say.
	"Oh.  Um.  English.  You?" Robbie replied, gazing up into the handsome boy's
sparkling brown eyes.
	"Me too.  Who you got?" Clay asked.
	After checking his schedule, Robbie said, "Miss Martin."
 	"Hey, great!  Me, too!" Clay said turning to exit the room.  "Let's go."
	Robbie was a bit stunned.  Until just a few short moments ago, he'd never
even laid eyes on this guy and now in a matter of a couple of hours, he found
himself falling in love.  `How in the hell could this happen?' he thought.
`Well, maybe it's just lust, not love, I'm feeling.  Oh, man, I'm fucked!'
	So began a friendship between the two boys that would flourish over the next
couple of years.  They became inseparable.  They did everything together.  If
Clay was there, Robbie was sure to be found close at hand.  Soon, their
classmates began calling them "Mutt and Jeff," a nickname given them by Clay's
father.  Neither of them knew who Mutt and Jeff were until Clay's dad
explained that there once was a cartoon strip starring a big tall guy and a
little short guy and they were knows as "Mutt and Jeff."
	As the year passed by, the boys' relationship deepened.  They studied
together, they went on double dates together, they visited each other's home
so often that they were both regarded by the other's parents as just one more
son.   They confided in each other, baring the intimate recesses of their
souls to one another . . . well, almost.
	  As a famous author once said, "it was the best of times . . . it was the
worst of times."  At least, for Robbie it was.  As each day passed, he fell
more deeply in love with his tall, lanky friend.  The turmoil Robbie felt was
driving him crazy.  When he was around Clay, he felt like he was on top of the
world.  When Clay wasn't around, Robbie's  life seemed like it had been put on
hold.  He went to sleep at night with the picture of Clay's visage in his
thoughts and woke up in the morning with that same vision dancing through his
head.  And, his cock's reaction to these specters was identical . . . instant
hard-on.  Robbie's `cum sock,' the old sock he shot his creamy load of boy-
juice into every morning and every night, would be stiff as a board by mid
week.  If his mother had ever discovered this depository while cleaning his
room, she never mention it.  Maybe that kind of discretion comes with having
two teen-aged sons.
	The hardest times, literally and figuratively, for Robbie when he was in
Clay's bedroom.  Invariably, he would end up laying on Clay's extra long twin
bed while Clay studied at his desk.  Clay's special body odor permeated the
sheets and pillow cases and just one smell would travel directly, without
stopping, from Robbie's nose to Robbie's dick.  He'd bone up and would be
incapable of studying whatever material was in front of him.  It was
simultaneously pure unadulterated torture and sheer heaven to spend time with
Clay in his personal sanctum.
	One time, Robbie arrived at Clay's house while Clay was in the shower.  He
wandered back to Clay's room and assumed his usual position on Clay's bed,
waiting for him to finish showering.   Clay nonchalantly came into the room
with only a towel around his neck.  He greeted Robbie, while standing there
completely and unashamedly nude, then meticulously began drying every nook and
cranny of his athletic body.  While he attended to this task, Robbie secretly
delighted in the sight of his naked love before him . . . the stiff, red
pebbles that formed the boy's tits . . . the soft reddish-brown patch of hair
that graced Clay's pubic area . . . the 4 inch circumcised cock that drooped
down over the boy's very large, hairless testicles . . . the cock that swayed
sensually in concert with the movements of Clay's body . . . the long,
athletic legs that devolved into two perfectly formed, milk-white buttocks and
the delightful pink pucker that was displayed between the clefts of that
perfect ass when Clay bent over to dry between his toes.
	The sight of the naked Clay and the scent of Clay emanating from the boy's
pillow acted as a powerful aphrodisiac for Robbie.  He rolled over onto this
stomach and pressed his crotch  into Clay's bed.  He moved his body oh so
slightly slowly back and forth, accentuating the friction on his hard,
throbbing 6' cock.  He was careful in his movements, not really giving away
what he was really doing which was mentally fucking the boy he loved more than
anything on earth.   As Clay bent over to dry his feet,  Robbie involuntarily
shuddered and shot a big gob of cum into his shorts.   The spurts continued as
he watched Clay, entranced.  
	Coming down from his sexual high, Robbie was swept with a terrible moment of
guilt.  He suddenly felt like some kind of lowlife scum.  It was as though he
had somehow violated his best friend, raped him.  The squishy residue in his
shorts only served to intensify the feelings of self-dread.  `Oh, what a
rotten fuck-head I am,' Robbie said to himself.  He then excuse himself and
went to the bath room to try to clean up the sticky mess in his pants.  `At
least Clay doesn't know what I'm really like,' Robbie thought dejectedly as he
cleaned himself with toilet tissue and the waves of self-loathing swept over
him.

End Chapter 1

	
Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 2

	Much as Robbie dearly loved playing tennis, Clay reveled in all sports.  He
was a high jumper on the track team, wide receiver on the football team and
forward on the basketball team.  Robbie was a faithful spectator at as many of
Clay's games as he could manage.  He sat in the stands, ostensibly cheering on
the team but in reality, cheering for Clay.  When Clay went down in a heap
after being tackled in a football game, Robbie's heart would be in his mouth,
a sickening panic gripping him.  He was tormented by the terrible fear that
his love would be injured.  When Clay would get up and trot back to the line
of scrimmage, Robbie's heart would again begin to beat.  To Robbie, the games
were always a frightening combination of exquisite joy and unspeakable terror;
the great joy he felt when Clay made a spectacular play . . . the terror that
clutched his heart when he thought something awful could happen to the boy he
loved more than anything in the world.
	Football season was finally over and basketball season was in full bloom.
Robbie was grateful because, in his mind, basketball wasn't nearly as
dangerous to Clay's health and well being as football.   Robbie watched the
fourth game of the new season from his usual seat in the bleachers, directly
behind the home bench.  It was a thrilling game, a winning effort in which
Clay had scored 22 points and pulled down eight rebounds.  Clay's last two
points were the margin of victory.  Ah, the thrill of victory! 
	The boys had made plans for Clay to spend the weekend at Robbie's as Clay's
parents had taken off for a weekend visit to an ailing relative.  This was the
first time that Clay had actually spent the night and Robbie was filled with
ambivalence.  He was really looking forward to the evening, excited with the
thought that Clay would be sleeping over that night.  And, yet, he knew it
would also most likely be a tortuous experience.   `God, what if I can't keep
my hands off him,' Robbie thought to himself.  `I'd lose his friendship
forever and that would just kill me.'
Robbie pledged to himself that he would be completely circumspect this
weekend.  He just couldn't let himself do something stupid that would cost him
his best buddy and the love of his life.
	Robbie waited around the gym while his buddy showered.  After a while, Clay
sauntered out of the locker room with his overnight bag slung over his
shoulder.  They excitedly talked about the game as they walked to Clay's car. 
	"There's a party at Mindy Johnson's tonight.  Wanna go?" Robbie asked.
	"Sure, why not.  But, before we go, let's go get some pizza or something, OK?
I'm starving!" Clay replied.
	"Jesus, I don't know how your parents afford to feed you.  You're a
bottomless pit." Robbie laughed.
	"Hey, I'm still a growing boy, you little runt!" Clay said.
	"I can't help it if we Italians are short people!" Robbie said more
defensively than he really felt.
	"That's ok, Shorty!  I like you anyway, even if you are a midget!" Clay said
with a chuckle.  He threw his arm around his diminutive pal and then roughly
shoved Robbie away.
	"Well, you must be adopted then, Asshole.  Mick's aren't as tall as you are!"
Robbie retorted.
	"Fuck you, Twerp." Clay said with a laugh in his voice.  "But I don't want to
stay out too late.  I'm really bushed.  These games really take it out of me,"
Clay added.
	"Christ, no wonder!  You had a fantastic game tonight.  I couldn't believe
you.  You couldn't miss!" Robbie enthused.
	"Yeah, it was a good game, wasn't it?  But man, that big center of theirs
beat the crap out of me under the boards," Clay said.
	"Shit, we was a big fucker, wasn't he?  What was he, 6' 8" or 6' 9"?"
	"About that.  And the bastard weighed about 250 or 260.  Shit, I'm only l75 .
. . dripping wet!"
	"Yeah, but you still got eight boards . . . and you outscored him by 15."
	"He was big and slow . . . but when he hit you, you felt it, believe me.  I'm
gonna ache tomorrow," Clay said ruefully.
	The boys continued their conversation through dinner.  They had gone to one
of the pizza joints favored by the kids in town.  A large pizza with
everything on it was ordered and Clay devoured most of it.  That didn't bother
Robbie because he loved everything about this boy, even  watching Clay shove
mountains of food into that handsome mouth.  They joked and talked all through
dinner, reveling in their closeness, the way that only young people seem
capable of.  Once the pizza was put away and the bill paid, they headed over
to the party at Mindy's house.
	When they arrived, the party was in full swing.  Mindy's parent were out for
the evening so there was no parental guidance in sight.  The beer was flowing,
kids were talking, some were dancing and some were making out in the darkened
recesses of the rooms.  Neither Clay nor Robbie were much on drinking so they
cautiously sipped on a couple of beers.  
	"Hey, it's Mutt and Jeff," a familiar voice slurred.
	"Hey, Mindy.  Great party!" Robbie said
	Mindy had a gigantic crush on Clay which she wasn't too good at hiding.   And
she was acutely jealous of the closeness that had developed between Clay and
Robbie, another thing she was not very adept at concealing.  The effects of
the alcohol she had consumed was showing as she approached the two boys.  She
staggered a bit and was slurring her words.  
	"Are you guys joined at the hip, or what?" she said, insinuating herself
between the two young men, hanging onto Clay's arm.  "Come on, baby.  Let's me
show you my bedroom."
	Physically dragging Clay off toward the stairway that led upstairs, she
snaked her arm around his waist.  Robbie watched them go . . . a sharp pang of
jealousy coursing through him.
	`Fuck her!' he thought.  `I'll just go get another brew.  Fuckin' cunt!'
	Robbie wandered over to where the keg was.  One of the kids standing there
handed him a beer and they began to talk.  Robbie drank his beer, then
another, carefully but surreptitiously watching the stair case.  Finally,
after about an hour, Clay came down the stairs alone.   As Clay approached,
Robbie noticed that his friend's Levis and shirt seemed wet.  Clay's normally
jovial face was anything but jovial.  By the way his jaw was set, Robbie could
tell he was angry.
	"Let's get the fuck out of here," Clay growled as he approached the wobbly
Robbie.
	"Hey, the party's just starting." Robbie giggled, 
	"Come on, Shrimp.  Let's go!" Clay said forcefully.
	"OK, OK, man.  What happened to your clothes?  You take a shower with `Mindy,
Wicked Bitch of the West'?" Robbie spit out.
	"I'll tell you later.  Now, let's go!" Clay said as he grabbed Robbie by the
arm and forcefully dragged him out of the house to the car.  
	Neither boy spoke.  There was considerable tension in the air.  Clay was
obviously angry and Robbie was a little tipsy and his feelings were still a
little hurt.  Robbie's well-guarded secret love for Clay had taken a bit of a
bruising when Clay had gone off with Mindy.  Once in the car and on the way to
Robbie's house, the silence was broken by Robbie.
	"Hey, pal, how come you're all wet?"
	"The silly bitch threw up on me!" Clay said fuming.
	"What did you say?" Robbie asked incredulously.
	"I said, `The bitch threw up on me.'  And then she passed out." 
	"Did you fuck her?" Robbie asked, trying not to laugh.
	"Are you kidding?  Who'd want to fuck that cow?"
	"About half the guys in the Senior class, that's who!" Robbie said, still
stifling a laugh.
	"Well, not me!" Clay said.  " I wouldn't fuck her with your little dick!"
	"Little!" Robbie gasped in pretend horror.  "It isn't so fucking little!  So
tell me, what happened?"
	"She dragged me upstairs.  When we got there, she tried to kiss me and she
actually grabbed me by the nuts!  Can you believe that?"
	"So, what did you do?"
	"I pried her hands off my crotch and pushed her away.  She fell onto her bed
and rolled off the other side and landed on her ass.   She started crying and
I bent down to help her up and make sure she was OK.  As I got her on her
feet, she looked up at me and then vomited all over me.  Then, she kinda
slumped back down on the bed and passed out."
	"No, shit?" Robbie giggled.
	"Yeah, shit!" Clay giggled in return, starting to see the humor in the
situation. 
	"Oh, man . . . that's too funny!" Robbie chortled.
	"It wasn't so fucking funny at the time, Asshole," Clay said, taking a swipe
at Robbie's head.  Robbie broke down in a fit of laughter, laughing all the
way to his home.

End of Chapter 2


Mutt & Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter  3

	The beer was really getting to Robbie.  He felt giddy, euphoric.  His best
friend was going to spend the night in his home, in his bedroom and in his
bed.  It was like his prayers had been answered.  `Even if we don't do
anything else, maybe he'll let me cuddle with him and fall asleep in his
arms,' Robbie thought.  Could he be closer to heaven?
	"Damn, there IS a fucking God in heaven!" Robbie inadvertently blurted out
loud.
	"What?" Clay asked.
	"Nothing, man," Robbie sighed happily.  "Just thinking out loud."
	Robbie's home was a nice one; two stories, large and well furnished.  The
first floor sported the usual layout . . . living room, dining room, kitchen,
family room, guest bath and the master bedroom suite.  The second floor was
devoted exclusively to Robbie and his older brother, Greg.  The two large
bedrooms there were separated by a gigantic bathroom.  There was an entrance
to the bath from each bedroom, a arrangement that Robbie secretly loved.  
	More than once, he had barged into the bathroom from his bedroom to find his
brother, Greg, sitting on the toilet, eyes closed, legs extended, hard cock in
one hand- testicles tightly clasped in the other - jacking off.  If the truth
were known, those occasions weren't exactly accidental.  Robbie tried to catch
Greg red-handed, as it were, as often as he could.  After all, it was the only
times he ever got a glimpse of his brother boned up.
	Greg looked like a larger version of Robbie.  He was taller, heavier,
somewhat hairier and equally as cute.  His hair was the same color but his
eyes were a deep hazel.  Whereas Robbie was completely smooth, Greg had a
spattering of brown hair between his pectoral muscles and a trail of brown
fuzz that led from his navel to his bountiful pubic bush.  And, the other
major difference between them, one that Robbie, for the life of him could not
figure out, was that Greg's cock was uncircumcised.  Robbie couldn't
understand why he was circumcised yet his big brother wasn't.
	Robbie was fascinated with Greg's dick.  It wasn't like any other uncut cock
he had seen in gym class.   Greg didn't have a `frilly dilly,' a cock with a
big gob of flesh extending beyond the head of his dick.  No, an armadillo Greg
was not!   Even when Greg's cock was soft, the foreskin didn't fully reach the
end of his glans . . . just partway.  A portion of the cock head was always
visible.  And, when it was boned, it looked like a larger version of Robbie's
. . . thick but straight shaft, the head slightly larger than the shaft with a
slight upturned ridge around the edge, and a tear-dropped shaped piss slit.
Robbie thought it beautiful but not as beautiful as the one he secretly ogled,
the one dangling between the legs of his love, Clay.
	It was just after midnight when Robbie and Clay got home.  The house was
quiet as Robbie's parents were already asleep.  With his overnight bag in his
left hand and his arm around Robbie's waist to steady his slightly bombed
friend, Clay opened the door to the house.   The two boys went directly
upstairs to Robbie's room.  Clay deposited Robbie on the bed and then stashed
his bag in the walk-in closet.  As he stood there gazing at his little friend,
Clay couldn't help but smile.  `Robbie's so cute but when he's blitzed with
that silly grin on his face, he's really adorable,' Clay thought to himself.
`God, how fucking lucky I am to have that little shit as my best friend.'
	"Hey, what you grinnin' at, Asshole?" Robbie said loudly.
	"Shss, you dope!  You're gonna wake up your folks," Clay cautioned.
	"Oh, yeah . . . must be quiet . . . don't wanna wake up the old farts,"
Robbie snickered.
	"Quiet down, Shortie!" Clay again admonished.
	"OK, OK!  I think I wanna go to bed now," Robbie said attempting to rise up
off the bed.
	"Here, let me help you!" Clay said, propping Robbie up.
	"You gonna undress me?" Robbie giggled.
	"I think I'm gonna have to . . . you'll never manage it yourself.  Now sit
back down on the bed and let me get your shoes off."
	Robbie plopped back down on the bed and then fell back completely.  Clay
pulled off Robbie's shoes and then his socks.  After thinking about it for a
minute, he reached up and unbuttoned Robbie's Levi's and pulled them off  his
young friend's well formed legs.  He got Robbie to sit up so he could pull off
the boy's shirt.  Once that was accomplished, Robbie flopped back down on the
bed.  Clay stood there for a second gazing at this friend of his, this boy who
meant so much to him, his beautiful little best friend.  Robbie was sprawled
out on the bed clad only in his deep blue silk boxers.  `God, his underwear is
the same color as his eyes,' Clay suddenly realized.
	"Hey, Shorty.  Where are your pajamas?" Clay asked.
	"I don't have any," Robbie slurred.
	"What are you gonna sleep in, then, your underwear?" Clay asked.
	"Nah . . . I sleep naked," Robbie replied and rolled over onto his side.
	`Oh, shit!' Clay thought to himself.  `This is gonna be a harder weekend than
I thought.'
	"Well, move over so I can pull down the covers, Pencil Dick!" Clay said.
	"Who's a pencil dick?" Robbie giggled.
	"Nobody, Asshole.  Now cooperate, OK?" Clay said.
	"OK, OK!" 
	Robbie moved over so that Clay could grab the bedclothes on one side of the
queen-sized bed.  Once he had pulled them down toward the foot of the bed, he
walked around to the other side.  He rolled Robbie over to the opposite side
of the bed and pulled the remainder of the covers down.   Robbie lay there,
clutching a pillow.  `Well, he said he sleeps naked,' Clay said to himself as
he reached over and pulled Robbie's silk boxers off the boy's body.  `Damn,
the little shrimp's got a nice ass on him,' Clay thought as he gazed down at
Robbie's smooth white ass cheeks.  `This is the first time I've ever seen him
nude,' Clay thought.  `Shit, not fair.  He's seen me naked a lot of times.'
Clay felt a tingle in his nuts as he took in his friend's flawless ass.
	Patting Robbie tenderly on the ass, Clay said, "Hey, Tiger, get under the
covers."
	Robbie rolled over exposing his flaccid three  inch cock and floppy hairless
nuts.  As Clay pulled the covers up, Robbie sleepily giggled, "Who's a pencil
dick?"
	"Nobody, Short stuff.  Now, go to sleep.  I'm gonna take a shower and wash
Mindy's barf off me."
	"Towels are in the closet in the bathroom," Robbie replied sleepily.
	"Thanks.  I hope I don't bother Greg." Clay said aloud as he walked toward
the bathroom door.
	"You won't.  He's spending the night at his friend Mickey's house." Robbie
replied.
	Clay wandered over to the closet to retrieve his bag and then strolled into
the bathroom.  He rummaged around until he found the cupboard that contained
the clean towels.  He stripped off his smelly clothes and dropped them in a
corner.  He turned the shower on, and as he waited for the water to heat up,
he looked himself over in the mirror and pondered the events of the night.  He
knew he had played an exceptional game but he had also paid a price.  He
peered closely in the mirror at the unsightly red welts that stood out on
parts of his chest, neck and arms.  `God, that bastard center of theirs really
beat the shit out of me.' 
	Once the mirror began to mist over, he realized that the shower was ready.
He gingerly entered the enclosure and allowed the steamy water to cascade down
his body.  `God, this is a nice shower,' he thought.  `The shower head's way
up high.  For a change, it's not hitting me in my belly button,' he thought
gaily, as he luxuriated in the hot stream, remembering all the showers in
which he had to put up with showers built for people that were five foot tall,
at the max.  `It's a bitch being six foot four, he silently cursed.'  `I'd
really love to be Robbie's size!'
	The thought of his cute little friend brought his mind back to this evening.
`What a fucked-up night.   First that silly bitch, Mindy . . . what did Robbie
call her?...oh, yeah, the `Wicked Bitch of the West' . . . he, he, he's so
fucking FUNNY! ... yeah, she's got to grab my `nads and then barf all over me.
And, Robbie gets fucking drunk . . .  and I'm taking off his clothes and
getting turned on at the sight of his tight, naked little ass . . . and oh,
yeah, he's right . . . he's no pencil dick . . . it looked pretty thick, even
soft like it was . . . Oh, man, what a fucked up night!'
	As he lolled there, the hot water running down his body, his thoughts once
again turned to little Robbie.  `I'd never admit it to anyone, but, God, I
love that little shit.  He's the best friend anyone could possibly ever have.
He's always there when I need him, always supporting me, worrying about me,
taking care of me.  And even when I do something stupid like letting Bitch
Mindy drag me upstairs . . . man, he's still waiting for me . . . I don't
deserve someone like him.'
	As these thoughts coursed through his mind, the shower began to cool and Clay
recognized it was time to get out.  Relaxed and clean, he turned off the water
and grabbed a towel.  He dried himself off and towel-dried his hair.  He
brushed his teeth and began searching through his bag for his pajamas.  He
bent down to get his pj's out of his bag, then stopped.  `Shit, Robbie's not
wearing any clothes . . . so I won't either.'  He brushed his damp hair into
place, turned off the light and slowly and quietly walked into the bedroom.  
	Clay carefully made his way across the bedroom to the bed and gently slipped
in between the cool sheets, trying not to awaken Robbie.  As he lay there on
his back, he could hear Robbie's soft, steady breathing.  He placed his right
arm behind his head in preparation for sleep only to feel Robbie turn over.
Now facing Clay, Robbie unconsciously cuddled up against his friend, burrowing
his head in the hollow of Clay's arm.  He hugged Clay's chest with his right
arm and straddled Clay's leg with his own.  For a moment, Clay stood stock
still . . . stunned.  Astounded at how wonderful and right this felt, and
throwing caution to the winds, he slowly lowered his arm from behind his head
and placed it around the sleeping Robbie.  Though asleep, feeling the warm
cocoon of his love's arms, Robbie snuggled closer.   
	`Oh, fuck!  I'm lost,' Clay thought a bit sadly.  He knew only too well that
he was embarking on a path that could either lead to exquisite joy or terrible
heartache and pain.

End Chapter 3


Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 4

	Clay lay there, peaceful, happy and tired, caught up in the new and
wonderfully comforting feeling of holding Robbie close in his arms.  With his
friend snuggling so close, Clay could feel the boy's steady breath tenderly
caress his nipple as Robbie exhaled.  And he sensed another remarkable
sensation . . . the unmistakable feeling of the other boy's cock pressing up
against his thigh.  Clay lifted his head, craned his face forward and gently
and lovingly kissed the top of Robbie's head.  He then drifted into sleep.
	Sometime in the middle of the night, Robbie woke up.  Slightly disoriented
from sleep and from the beers he had consumed earlier that night, it took him
a while to recognize the situation.  He slowly became cognizant of the fact he
was lying on his right side, up against the very edge of his bed.  A large arm
was tightly wrapped around his chest and a hot body was pressed up against
him, spoon fashion.  He felt the soft touch of warm breath caressing the nape
of his neck, causing the hair there to stand on end.  He also felt something
stiff pressed up against the cleft in his buttocks.  With a rush of emotion,
it dawned on him that he was naked, that he was being held tightly in Clay's
arms, that Clay was naked also and that the stiff protrusion probing his ass
cheeks was Clay's erect cock.  And the further realization hit him that since
he the one who was pushed up against the edge of the bed, it was Clay, the
love of his young life, the object of oh-so-many days and nights of lustful,
loving fantasy who was instigating this closeness.   This was overwhelming to
Robbie.  Even if Clay was dreaming about fucking Mindy, he wouldn't accuse
Robbie of trying to `queer' him since he started it.
	Robbie slowly lifted his top leg which allowed Clay's cock to settle between
his cheeks.  Once the stiff 7" of hot meat was nestled comfortably between his
legs, Robbie lowered his leg, resting it once again on his bottom leg.  Clay's
cock was thus trapped in the warmth of Robbie's extremities.  Robbie slowly
began rhythmically flexing the muscles of his upper thighs and thereby the
cheeks of his ass.  This had the effect of squeezing Clay's cock in a
completely sensual way.   Robbie's own cock had swelled up in sexual
excitement.  The feeling of the hard piece of boy meat captured between his
legs and pressing up against his scrotum was almost too much to bear.
Involuntarily, Robbie began alternating his rhythmic flexing with a slight
back- and-forth motion.  He was actually fucking himself on Clay's hard dick!
And, he was praying that Clay wouldn't wake up and find out what he was doing!
At least, not until he orgasmed.
	The intense pressure being exerted on his cock woke Clay up.  There was no
mistaking what was taking place.  Robbie, his beautiful best friend, was in
effect masturbating his cock with his thighs and buttocks!  Clay had never
felt anything so exquisite in his life.  This was a million times more
pleasurable and exciting than playing with himself.  Clay didn't move.  He
remained completely motionless, hoping that Robbie wouldn't realize that he
was awake.   He simply allowed Robbie's back and forth movement and the
flexing of the thigh muscles milk precum out of his cock.  Soon, the area
between Robbie's legs was slick with Clay's natural lubricant and the fucking
motion was almost unbearably exciting for both boys.
	Clay couldn't take it any longer.  He didn't care what happened . . . he had
to, just had to bury his throbbing cock up Robbie's clutching ass.  He grabbed
Robbie tightly, pulled his cock back and jabbed aimlessly at where he thought
Robbie's tight pucker might be.  With a moan, he found the hot hole and shoved
the head of his cock into his love.  The searing pain cause Robbie to tightly
squeeze his rectal muscles, blocking Clay's entrance.  By now, Clay was like a
wild animal . . . moaning and gasping . . . nothing was going to stop his
onslaught!  He shoved his steel hard cock harder into Robbie's soft flesh,
finally popping through the impediment of the boy's sphincter muscle.  Soon he
had two inches of pulsing meat up the poor boy's asshole.  He pulled back and
then rammed his cock in again, this time shoving an additional three inches up
Robbie's rectum.  The heat and the tightness of Robbie's virgin ass chute
coupled with the excitement of his first actual fuck drove Clay over the top.
His dick started to spasm, and soon he began shooting a load of semen up his
love's battered ass.  Thrust after thrust of his tortured meat accompanied
spurt after spurt of love juice until Clay was totally spent.
	When he finally regained his senses, he realized that his beloved Robbie was
sobbing uncontrollably.  `Oh, fuck, what have I done?' Clay screamed at
himself.  
	His arms still locked around Robbie's slender body, his cock still buried up
the boy's ass. Clay too began to cry.
	"Oh, baby, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you, Robbie!  I love you!" Clay
cried.  
	Robbie pulled away from Clay and turned around to face the boy that had just
raped him.
With his body still racked with sobs and tears still streaming from his eyes,
he slumped up against Clay.  He wrapped Clay in a tight embrace and said,
	"I'm not crying because you fucked me, you idiot!  I'm crying because you
FUCKED me!" Robbie said between sobs.
	"Huh?  What?" Clay sobbed in return, still not understanding what Robbie was
saying.
	Robbie then grabbed Clay's handsome face in his hands and planted a big
sloppy wet kiss on the boy's lips.  He opened his mouth, forced his tongue
into Clay's and frenched him like there was no tomorrow.
	"You big stupid jock!  I love you.  Get it?  I love you . . .  more than
anything on earth . . . more than my mom . . . my dad . . .  more than my
brother . . .   I've loved you from the minute I saw your skinny ass in the
quad on the first day of school.  I've wanted to make love to you from the
minute you introduced yourself to me in algebra class.  I'm not crying because
you hurt me, Dummy . . .  I'm crying because I'm so happy!  So fucking happy!
My dreams have finally come true."
	With that, Robbie pushed himself up and away from Clay and then down toward
Clay's crotch.  He spread Clay's long legs apart and got down between them.
As an astounded Clay looked on, he took Clay's cock in his mouth and began to
suck him hard again.  Once Clay's dick swelled to full erection, Robbie sat
up.
	"Now, let's do it right this time!" Robbie said, tumbling over Clay and
landing on his back.  
	Robbie lifted his legs up to his chest, exposing his sweet pucker and
commanded,
	"Fuck me hard and long, you big lovely jock!  Make me cum!"
	And, fuck him Clay did . . . long and hard and into the morning light.  The
last words to pass Robbie's lips as both boys drifted off to sleep was, "Take
that, Wicked Bitch of the West!"

End of Chapter 4


Mutt and Jeff, A Strange Pair
Chapter 5

	The Saturday morning sunlight filtered its way into the room.  The breaking
dawn found Robbie was still entwined in Clay's strong arms, his head resting
on his lover's fair chest.  As he stirred awake, he opened his sleepy eyes.
The first thing he saw was the familiar, red, taut nipple on Clay's hairless
breast.  The sight, coupled with the feel of his arms around his lover's warm
body and his cock pressing up against Clay's thigh, brought home the
realization that what had transpired last night was not a dream but a
wonderful reality.
	A wave of love swept over Robbie and tears of happiness trickled from his
eyes.  The salty expression of his joy dripped across his nose and onto that
lovely nipple.  Unable to resist the temptation, he gently licked the tear
from the boy-teat, eliciting a moan from his sleeping lover.  As Robbie's
tongue snaked across the pebble-like protrusion and his fingers located its
opposite number on Clay's chest, thoughts of the previous night's lovemaking
drifted across his mind.  
	He involuntarily quivered at the remembrance of his first fuck . . . laying
on his side, his lover's arms tightly grasping him . . . the mixture of pain
and pleasure as Clay's cock thrust hard into his rectum . . . the wondrous
sensations that seven-inch wand of love caused when it rammed across his
prostate.  He remembered the incredible exhilaration he felt as he experienced
orgasm for the first time with a hard penis shoved up his rectum.  He
remembered the two additional times that Clay took him during the night . . .
once, lying on his back, legs thrown over his lover's shoulders, Clay savagely
fucking him face to face.   And the final time, Robbie straddling Clay's body,
impaled on his lover's impossibly hard cock, rocking and squatting,
controlling the speed and penetration of the fuck.  Robbie was sure that
nothing in his life would ever again feel so wonderfully satisfying.
	Robbie's licking and sucking on Clay's nipple aroused him again.  He pressed
his hard 6' dick into his lover's thigh, smearing precum on the athletic limb.
`God, he thought.  I can't believe I've got any cum left in me after last
night.' Robbie's fingers released their grip from Clay's left tit, while his
mouth and tongue continued their work on the right.  Slowly he moved his hand
down his lover's abdomen to the pubic hair that graced Clay's groin.  He felt
of the soft cock and large, loose scrotum nestled between his love's legs.  As
he squeezed and caressed these newly discovered toys, the cock began to swell
into erection.  Soft moans escaped Clay's lips at this tender touching.  He
awakened to the exquisite feeling of a hot, wet mouth on his nipple and a hand
slowly masturbating his cock.
	"Fuck, Robbie!" Clay sighed.
	Releasing his mouth from Clay's nipple, Robbie looked up at Clay and
murmured, "Is that's an invitation, Big Boy?" 
	Beaming, Clay slipped his hand down Robbie's slender back to the boy's
buttocks.  His fingers gingerly poked around Robbie' crack until it found the
pulsing pucker for which he was searching.  He slipped his long finger into
Robbie's well-fucked, cum-slimed rectum and said, "Does that answer your
question, Guy?"
	Robbie moaned, again in pain and pleasure at the onslaught, then tightly
squeezed his sphincter muscle, trapping Clay's finger in his hot, moist ass
chute.
	"I'm game . . . but, we really should hit the shower.  We both smell like
shit . . . literally and figuratively," Robbie said.
	"That didn't bother you last night, Babe," Clay said as he wiggled his finger
once again in Robbie's asshole.
	"Yeah, well that was in the heat of the moment." Robbie replied.  "C'mon.
Let's take a shower.  I want my hands all over your bod!"
	"I might do a little exploring myself," Clay said as he reluctantly pulled
his finger from Robbie's ass hole, then bringing the redolent digit to his
nose.  "Eeugh!  Smells like shit and cum."
	"Well, what'd you expect?  That's all that's up there!  What little shit you
haven't already fucked out of me and three loads of your cum!" Robbie said,
again shuddering in delight at the thought of the three passionate fucks he'd
been thrown during the night.
	The boys slowly untangled themselves and got out of bed.  With arms wrapped
around each other, they walked into the bathroom.  Robbie sauntered up to the
toilet and stood there, willing his cock to deflate so that he could piss away
some of the beer he had consumed the night before.  As Robbie stood in front
of the toilet waiting, Clay turned on shower.  He then joined Robbie at the
toilet, immediately letting loose with a gigantic stream of yellow piss.  That
loosened Robbie's bladder and he to began to pee into the bowl.  Their golden
streams dueled each other as the waste water plopped into the glistening white
porcelain.
	"Come on, Smelly, let's hit the shower," Robbie said as the streams of piss
stopped.
	After entering the large shower stall, they paused to allow the hot water to
cascade down their bodies.  Clay took Robbie in a tight embrace, leaned his
head down and kissed his handsome little lover.  As tongues dueled, Robbie
wrapped his arms around his big love's neck and pressed his body up against
Clay's.  `Just like in those old romantic movies,' Robbie thought.  After
passionately kissing for a while, Clay broke the embrace.
	"I want touch and feel and look at every inch of your little bod, Robbie.
This is the first time I've ever seen you naked."
	"This is really the first time I've seen you with a boner, too.  Couldn't see
much last night in the dark . . . but oh, man, could I feel it!  Anyone ever
tell you you've got humongous nuts?" Robbie giggled as his hand slipped down
and grabbed the full scrotum handing down between Clay's legs. 
	"Christ, Dummy!  It's not like that's a usual topic of conversation, you
know," Clay said.
	"Hey, by now, Mindy's told every chick in town how big your nuts are!" Robbie
again giggled.  
	"Oh, fuck you!" Clay laughed, knowing that Robbie very well may be correct.
"Now, it's my turn!"
	Clay slipped to his knees.  He took Robbie's throbbing dick into one hand and
grasped the boy's small nuts in the other.
	"Beautiful," he murmured as he gazed at Robbie's genitalia.  "Now hand me the
soap."
	Robbie watched as Clay lathered his hands with soap.  He then felt Clay's
large hands gently lave his drooping nut sack and hard dick.  "Absolutely
beautiful . . . just like I thought you'd be," Clay said softly as his hand
continued their exploring and cleaning.  Once he had thoroughly washed
Robbie's dick and nuts, his hand wandered between the boy's legs and cleansed
Robbie's ass crack and anus.  I slippery finger was shoved up the boy's rectum
causing a moan of pleasure to escape the young man's lips.  
	The water that still cascaded down both boys rinsed Robbie's crotch clean.
With his finger up still lodged firmly up Robbie's ass, Clay let the boy's
thick meat slip into his mouth.  His tongue rasped the underside of the
throbbing cock as his head bobbed up and down on the stiff pole.  In a
companion move, his finger slowly and steadily moved in and out of Robbie's
ass, gently finger-fucking the boy.  Moaning in lust, Robbie roughly grabbed
Clay's head and began pistoning his cock into the hot, sucking orifice.  In a
delirious rush of passion, his cock exploded a load of cum into his lover's
mouth.  The intensity of his orgasm, its spurt after spurt of milky cum in
something other than his own hand, caused his knees to buckle and he began to
crumple to the floor.  Not wanting to lose a single drop of his buddy's jizz,
Clay grabbed the swooning boy.  Using the finger still buried up the boy's
quivering rectum as leverage, he held on tight, sucking every last drop of the
slimy cum into his mouth.  Finally, as the moaning Robbie's cock began to
deflate, Clay let him gently descend to the shower floor.
	"God, that was the most fantastic feeling!" Robbie gasped.
	"For me too, man," said Clay.  "Fucking incredible.  I love the feel of your
dick in my mouth.  Especially when it starts shooting.  That is so neat!"
	As the boys had spent more than a half-hour in the shower, the water began to
cool.
	"The water's getting cold.  Let's get out of here and dry off.  Then I'm
gonna do you." Robbie said.
	"I don't think I'm up to it, babe.  You really fucked me out last night.
I've never cum three times in a row like that," Clay replied.
	"Well, at least let me dry you off and check out every inch of you.  I wanna
see every nook and cranny," Robbie said.
	They carefully stood and as they prepared to exit the shower,  Robbie
impulsively  reached up and pulled Clay's lovely face down.  He placed a
tender kiss on Clay's lips and murmured softly, "I love you."
	
End of Chapter 5


Mutt & Jeff, A Strange pair
Chapter 6

	After drying themselves, the boy's returned to the bedroom and lay down on
the bed.  Robbie once again snuggled up in Clay's long arms, reveling in the
warmth of his love's body.
They were silent for several minutes, each lost in his own private thoughts.
Without speaking, Robbie reached down and gently grasped Clay's soft penis.
He loved the feel of the soft member in his hand.  The feel of Robbie's hand
grasping his cock prompted Clay to issue a warning.
	"Robbie, keep that up and you're gonna have a handful." Clay said.
	"I'd love a handful!  And, for that matter, a mouthful too!" Robbie said.
	Robbie rose up, sitting beside the still supine Clay.  He gently caressed the
body of the boy laying next to me.  He tweaked Clay's tits, then let his hands
gently stroke the boy's face, the face he loved so desperately.  He bent
toward, gently kissing Clay's lips.  Then he wormed his way down the boy's
lanky body.  With his hands, he gently separated Clay's legs and insinuated
his own body between the long, lanky limbs.  He bent down very close,
inspecting the large loose scrotum while gently tugging on Clay's still soft
penis.  
	"God, I was right," Robbie said out loud.
	"What do you mean, Babe?"
	"That first day in algebra, I looked over at the way your pants bulged out
and I thought to myself that you must really have huge nuts.  And, boy, I was
right!" Robbie said.
	Popping the head of Clay's soft cock into his mouth, giving it a quick suck
and then letting it escape his lips, Robbie said, "And your cock's not exactly
small either."
	"The better to fuck you with, my dear," Clay laughed, somewhat chagrined by
Robbie's adoration of his equipment.
	"Now, lift up your legs.  I wanna check out your asshole," Robbie ordered.
	As Clay did as he was told, Robbie spied the striated pucker that nestled
between the boy's ass cheeks.  Like the boy's nuts, Clay's crack was dusted
with silky reddish brown hairs.  Robbie bent forward and kissed the sweet
pucker then ran his tongue over it, sending a shiver of excitement though
Clay's body.
	"Your asshole's pink!" Robbie said cheerfully.  "Mine's brown!"
	"How do you know that?" Clay asked, amused.
	"I've checked it out in the mirror before."
	"God, you're a pervert," Clay laughed.
	"That coming from a guy who had his big fucking cock up my ass three times
last night!"
	After completing his inspection of Clay's nether parts, Robbie once again
resumed his place in Clay's arms.   They lay there quietly, luxuriating in the
warmth and love they felt for each other.  Robbie felt the rise and fall of
Clay's chest as the boy breathed in and out.  He heard the steady beating of
Clay's heart.  It seemed to Robbie that their hearts beat as one.
	"This is so incredible . . . it's like a dream." Robbie sighed.  "I swear, I
fell in love with you that first day in algebra.  I never, ever thought you
might feel the same way about me."
	"Yeah, I know what you mean.  I was really taken by you when you were
standing in line waiting for your class schedule.  That's why I asked Jennie
who you were."
	"You actually asked her who I was?" Robbie asked incredulously.
	"Yep, sure did."
	"That's incredible.  This is all incredible"
	"What do you mean?  You know that when I want something, I usually go
straight for it, " Clay said.
	"Yeah, but you wanting me.  That's what's so incredible!"
	"What are you talking about, Asshole?  Why wouldn't I want you?"
	"Well, just look around.  You're Mr. Big Man on Campus . . . every girl and
probably half the guys in school go all ga-ga when you're around.  Christ, at
Washington, even though you weren't even going there anymore, all I ever heard
was Clay Mollison stories.  You can have anybody you want.  What on earth do
you see in a little shrimp like me?"
	"You're kidding right?" Clay said.
	"No, I'm not!  Just open your eyes, man.  Everybody thinks you're some kind
of teenaged god."
	"I'm not talking about that!  What do you mean, what do I see in you?"
	"Well, what do you?" Robbie asked.
	"Beats the shit out of me, Twerp!" Clay said.  "All I know is that you're the
first person, male or female, that's managed to worm their way into my heart.
Yeah, I've thought about fucking some of the guys in school . . . some would
probably even have let me.  But, you're the first person I've really fallen in
love with.  I don't know why and, to tell you the truth, I don't even care.
All I know is what's here and now.  I love you and you apparently feel the
same way about me.  I'm sitting here with you naked and in my arms.  Does it
get any better than this?"
	"Yeah, it probably could!  You could have that Irish sausage of yours up my
little Italian ass!"
	"I'll pass on that offer right about now.  I'm still all fucked out from last
night."
	"Well, babe, I can't get enough of you . . . in me, on me, whatever.  I just
love you so fucking much!  Shit, can you believe us?  Two fucking queers going
on about who loved whom first!"
	"He, he, he." Clay chuckled.  "It is kinda funny now, isn't it?  Before last
night, I was so confused.  I knew that there were other gay guys around but I
sure as hell didn't think I really knew any.  I felt kinda like I was the only
guy in the world that felt this way."
	"I know exactly how you feel.  I felt the same way," Robbie said.
	"And then you, you little shit.  You come prancing your way into my life and
I'm really fucked then.  I'd look at you and want you so bad . . . and, in my
heart, I just knew you wouldn't feel the same way."
	"Oh, but I did!"
	"Remember that day when you came over and I was in the shower?"
	"Oh, God, yes I DO remember that day!  I remember laying there on your bed
with your smell all around me and you standing there naked.  God, I was so
fucking turned on that I came in my shorts without even touching myself."
	"You did?  I didn't know!  I remember wanting you to look at me . . . to
touch me.  I did everything but spring a boner.  And it didn't seem to affect
you one way or another."
	"Oh, Clay.  I wanted you to take me in your arms so bad.  But I was scared
shitless that if you found out how I felt, I'd lose you forever.  So I hid my
feelings."  
	"God, we wasted a lot of time, didn't we?" Clay said ruefully.
	"Yeah, we did.  But now we can make up for it.  I love you, Mr. Clayton Allen
Mollison!"
	"And I love you, Mr. Robert Mancini!  And I don't give a shit who knows it!"
	With that said, Clay took Robbie in his arms and kissed him passionately.
Before long, Clay had his seven-inch Irish sausage up the ass of a very happy
Robbie, pounding away.  They thought they were the only one's who heard their
mutual declaration of love.  They weren't alone though.  Upon his return home,
Greg, Robbie's big brother, had heard the entire conversation from their
bathroom.   He had even stood in the door, unnoticed by either boy, and watch
Clay's ass flex and dimple as the boy plunged his cock into his little
brother's ass.

End Chapter 6