Title: White Boys Can't Jump
Author: Kat Jerome....
Rating: Oh god, I dunno, S for silly? I'll just say R
cos I know it'll involve random sex and bad words
Summary: Curt and Pony Boy (from the Outsiders..yes
different time periods
but so what, im in a silly mood) are randomly stranded
on Mt. Everest after
they lose the others on the Magical Unicycle Tour.

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Pony Boy rose from his painful sleep, his hands full of, well,
snow. He had fallen off of his unicycle and gotten a hedgehog damned near stuck on his arse. He turned in stupid looking circles, trying to grab the horny mammal from his blushing behind.

"Ohh, OOH! Oh GOD!!" He yelped, running like a dog chasing its tail. Curt sat up with a jolt, confusing Pony Boy's cries of pain with cries of great sex. When seeing the real situation, he cocked his head and bit his lower lip.

"Uh, excuse me, but, er, what is that thing doing on your ass?" He said "ass" in a very sexy way. It was one of his favorite words, and one of his favorite things. Curt didn't know what he would do if one day he woke up and just couldn't get ass anymore.

"Well, actually, see, Owwowow OWW! I DON'T KNOW BUT JUST GET IT OFF!" he screamed in an orgasm of pain and......um..pain. Curt, taking it as a great excuse to grab this hot blonde's ass, did exactly what he was told. His glitter painted, chipped fingernailed fingers reached up ever so slowly and, after pulling of the damned thing, threw the hedgehog into a nearby snowdrift. Then, he returned his hand back to the young lad's ass.

"Er, thanks sir." Curt just nodded and smiled, patting Pony Boy's ass lightly. In his head he could remember some song he had heard on the radio the other day.. "Tap that ass, tap that ass.." Geez, what a great song! "Um...Mister, could you please, maybe, remove your hand-"

"Uh uh! This is my reward! I saved your ass and now I, I, I'm gonna touch it! Yes!" He smiled in sheer glory. Pony Boy smirked.

"Oh really? Is that all your going to do?" He raised an eyebrow at the blue eyed, long haired vixen. Curt was taken aback. What did this boy mean? Was he leading him on? He needed an answer.

"What do you mean? Are you leading me on?" Pony Boy didn't answer. He just pulled off his shirt, a sexy Elvis snear on his face. Curt still wasn't satisfied. "Well are you? C'mon boy, you have to tell me if you're leading me on or not!!!!" Pony Boy still said nothing, just unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, and then off, humming a Marylin Monroe tune. Curt, even though he was still baffled, complimented the choice of not wearing undewear.

"I respect a guy who doesn't wear undies, but really, will you please tell me wh- Mmmph!!!" Pony Boy smashed his mouth onto his, forcing his lips open. He shoved his hands under Curt's shirt, tweaking his nipples in rhythm to the Buddy Holly song he had stuck in his head. He finally pulled away, leaving a bridge of spit between their mouths. Curt looked down at Pony Boy and laughed.

"You're quite...engorged for, such a cold climate. But really, no games, are you leading me on or what?"

"YESS!!!!!!!" grunted the friendly Camel who was watching from behind a rock. Curt shook his head in amazement.

"Oh, all right then, in that case.." Curt began to strip, and when done, he reached for Pony Boy, right between the legs, pulling him towards him.

"Wait!!" Pony cried. This won't be right unless..well..unless we use something.

"What, you mean like a condom?" Curt began to search rapidly through his pants. God he just wanted access to this boy's Pink Palace immediately!

"No, no. Not that, we need my..uh, secret weapon." He chuckled slightly and pulled a pogo stick from a dead llama's mouth. "Mmm, still warm," he sighed. " Now come here and turn around! Now!" Curt did as told. He wanted to see what would happen. Pony Boy climbed up on the pogo stick, inserted his member where he had so often been instructed to, and began jumping, jumping franctically like a madman. Now, you would think that this wouldn't work. But lemme tell you, it almost did! Until they both fell over.

"Ow! That was really fucking painful!" Curt cried, pulling his now black and blue dick from the freezing snow.

"Holy shit, that looks bad!" Pony Boy exclaimed, and began apologizing like a madman.

"No, no, it's ok. We can still do it, we can still do it..." Curt mumbled. He really needed some action. You could only fuck the Beatles for so long.

"Alright then. Let's do it! LET'S DO IT FOR JOHNNY!" Pony Boy screamed. And somewhere in the far distance, in his tinny shitty grave, Johnny heard him. And, well, Johnny was almost as happy as the naked white boys fucking on Mount Everest with a friendly camel watching.

Fin

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Shit that was so bad. i'm embarassed.