Hot Queer Fantasy Involving Mr. Tuttle and Dustin Diamond

I found this nice queer fantasy written by arbys_shitpipe posted over at www.dustindiamondlove.com:

Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 6:24 pm Post subject: Backstage with Jack Angeles Recap

Hey Screech,

Remember the time you were having some pre-taping jitters so you decided you'd drop by Jack Angeles' dressing room and ask him if he had any advice on how to get rid of the nervousness? Remember how he said "Well, Screech, what I usually do to prepare.." Remember how in mid sentence his eyes rolled back? Remember how he began to emit a high pitched squealing sound? Remember how you approached to see what was wrong with him, when suddenly you froze with fear, as you saw he began to roll around on the floor masturbating vigorously? Remember how his high pitched squealing suddenly turned to fast paced, unintelligible gibberish? Remember how this quickly progressed to him speaking in all sorts of foreign sounding tongues? Remember how a portal opened up in the wall and a 12 foot, winged demon flew through it? Remember how the terrifying beast savagely battered and raped you? Remember how you then blacked out? Remember how you woke up 15 minutes later on the floor, feeling thoroughly beaten, looking up at what appeared to be a fresh load of semen on Jack's hands and around the crotch area of his pants? Remember how he said to you: "Screech, you just fell asleep and it looked like you were having a horrible nightmare"? Remember how you told him about the giant beast that attacked and raped you? Remember how he said "sure Screech, anyways, like I was saying, what i do to prepare for the show is usually to blow a load all over my hands and around the crotch area of my pants"? Remember how he then proceeded to lick the semen off his fingers and wink at you? You sure learned a lot about showbusiness that day.

Diamond Driving His Car?

I found this nice picture of Diamond driving his shitty 1979 AMC Gremlin car, a.k.a., "Diamond's shit-mobile." As one can see, Mr. Tuttle was hiding in Diamond's house when Diamond arrived back at his house in the car. Tuttle looks like he's upset that Diamond is home. I wonder if perhaps Tuttle was masturbating vigorously with Diamond's Zubaz underwear from the old Saved By The Bell days when Diamond returned home.

Entries From Mr. Tuttle's Journal

As you may be aware, Mr. Tuttle was an integral part of the homosexual acts that took place on Saved By The Bell. Tuttle would often lurk in the shadows or hide in camouflage while Belding, Milo the Janitor, Mr. Dewey, Slater, Zack, Zack's dad, and Kevin the Robot would anally violate Screech. Tuttle would reveal himself near the end of the attack and would be masturbating vigorously, almost as though his life depending on it! Here are some hot entries from Mr. Tuttle's Journal that were written by Buckins over at the Dustin Diamond Love fansite message board:

Fri Mar 30, 2007 10:21 pm Post subject: Mr Tuttle's journal

I came across my old "Saved By The Bell: Bumper Scrapbook '91" and had a leaf through it. They had a fascinating article that was supposedly an extract from Mr Tuttle's journal. It was most insightful, so I thought I'd share it.

Journal, 03/21/91

I was sitting at my desk, working my way through a box of éclairs, when Belding dropped a note at my desk and darted out the room. “Blood and spunk bash, the cafeteria, 1700 today”- I could feel my chins jiggle as I shuddered in anticipation. Had he really managed to trick that succulent little sploof receptacle Screech again?

I was in the cafeteria by four thirty, sweating and twisting my nutsag with impatience. Finally I heard some voices. I tore off my clothes and leaped into the deep fryer. It was reasonably spacious and the sides were coated with greasy residue, making for a snug fit. I could distinctly make out Belding and that young Latino stud engaging Mr Powers in conversation. Something about getting ready for the ‘double dog with extra mayo’.

The next thing I heard was the crunch of something – probably a chair leg - contacting with Screech’s jaw. The assault and the little fag’s pained gurgling sent titillated quivers all over my hefty body, but it was the follow up of screams of terror and Belding’s mocking, high-pitched laugh that really got me going. Lubing my hands with the fryer oil, I started rampantly pleasuring myself, mingling my grunts of ecstasy with Screech’s continuing cries for help. The taunting and the sound of body on body continued relentlessly. I just had to take a peek…

I looked out just in time to see the virile Mexican fellow unleash a spectacular upward spray of diarrhea into Mr Powers’ face whilst Belding was near to splitting him in half with his elephantine thrusts from behind. This broke a seal of sorts for me and I began rolling around in my slimy lair with lusting energy, licking my own chest and letting out unrestrained groans.

After several more minutes, a crashing broke the air and everything was thrown into quietness. Then the two assailants chuckled and left the room, leaving Screech to sob iaway in a state of violated trauma. I climbed out of the hideaway and saw his scrawny form quivering on the floor. His zubaz and gaudy shirt were torn and his body was coated in a cocktail of bodily excretions. A wild grin spread uncontrollably across my face. I must have been panting with delight, because he looked up and saw me coming towards him – “No! NOOOO!” – but it was my turn now…




Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:45 pm Post subject: Another 'Mr Tuttle's Journal'

Found another Tuttle memoir, from the Saved By The Bell: Summer in Style book that came out in '92.

Journal Entry 06/18/92

Another damn heat wave in California! Once again I had to coat my loins with wetwipes to soothe them from the sweltering air and friction burn of my ample thighs. Little did I know how much things would soon be heating up...

I ended my class early today because the heat was getting too much and I was feeling rather peckish - it had been a whole hour and a half since I finished that jumbo 'slaw burger! As I was packing my briefcase, I overheard young Mr Morris and Slater inviting Samuel Powers to the carnival. I immediately smelt licentious opportunities in the sultry air as Screech eagerly agreed to accompany his seeming friends. Pretending to go over some test papers, I waited for the students to leave and quickly followed them...

I tailed the trio into the carnival. I heard that handsome Zack Morris mention something about going to the game stalls and once again that naive, bush-headed tool concurred with enthusiasm. At this point I noticed how his pale, boney legs shone in the sun in those loose, zubaz shorts. I slowly wiped a trickle of drool from my chin and continued to track my quarry.

The young studs finally led Screech to the port-o-potties that were used by the smelly carnies. I heaved myself into a nearby dumpster, pulled down my sweat-soaked pants and grabbed myself a half-eaten cotton candy. "Let the show begin!" I thought joyously.

Screech had contorted his face in confusion. The muscular Slater asked if he wanted to play 'Lucky Dip'. He happily replied in the affirmative. At this point, Slater lifted him high in the air and dunked him head first in the filthiest looking commode on the premises. The sound of Screech bubbling away and the sight of his flailing, skinny legs immediately had me giving my groin a circular massage. When he finally pulled him out, Screech had two pieces of stool lodged in his eyes and was spluttering out a mixture of urine and filthy sanitation chemicals. I launched into full scale masturbation at this point and as ever there was more to come...

Mr Morris said he wanted to play "Test Your Strength" and claimed he would 'ding' Screech's bell. He followed this up by whacking Screech square in the genitals with a gangplank - looking on at the writhing, sobbing wretch I pounded furiously, my delighted laughter merging perfectly with the nearby screams of pleasure of the carnival-goers.

Slater then took charge, telling Screech he should check out the fairground's newest attraction 'The Deep Plunge' - pulling him up by his curly hair by one hand, he wrenched out his greasy, tanned member with the other. Leveling it to Screech's face, he declared "You must be this tall to ride!" and forced it deep into the pathetic whelp's stupid face. By this time I was rolling around in the dumpster uninhibited, covering myself in all manner of filth and garbage. The Mexican playboy climaxed, withdrawing to positively drench Screech's face with thick semen, which quickly crusted over in the heat. Mr Morris aimed a few kicks at the beaten Screech's kidneys and the two left, laughing and satisfied with their work.

I rolled out from my refuge, sticky and utterly stinking of waste in the early evening sun. Screech looked as though he was beginning to feel relieved that the ordeal was over. Than he looked up and saw me lurching onwards, my veiny member pointing decisively at his battered from. He clawed at the ground, his screams for help going no further than the two of us, screams that only fuelled my yearning. He was all mine...

Hot Picture of Mr. Tuttle Driving Over Screech!

Remember that Saved By The Bell episode where Mr. Tuttle taught the gang in his Driver's Ed class how to drive? As you may recall, he had a golf cart in a classroom and everyone learned how to drive on it, even though it had only three wheels and the class had to drive indoors! Anyway, Dner drew and posted this hot picture of Mr. Tuttle driving over Screech over at the Dustin Diamond Love forum. It looks like Tuttle is braking with the wheels on the front axle while the back wheels spin on Diamond's naked body, painfully ripping off Diamond's skin!

Constipated Tuttle?

Look at this picture of Messrs. Belding and Tuttle. It look as though Tuttle is constipated and is trying to force a turd out of his ass. Is Screech standing behind him waiting to gobble down his feces?

Mr. Tuttle and Milo the janitor!

Fellow queers, I struck Internet gold today! I found pictures of Mr. Tuttle (from Saved By The Bell) and Milo the janitor (from Good Morning Miss Bliss)!!! You probably remember all of the episodes where both sodomized Screech completely against his will! Those were so hot!

Here's Mr. Tuttle:
























Here's the Good Morning Miss Bliss cast (Milo is the black guy to the left of Mr. Belding):