THE USUAL DISCLAIMER STUFF: This story is intended for audiences 18 years and older. If you're under 18, please leave. It contains graphic descriptions for two teenage boys having sex. If this offends you, what are you doing at this website in the first place? This is a work of (my) fantasy, any resemblance to real people is strictly unintentional. Even though I do wish I knew a Jared when I was back in high school.
Jared and Christian by Jayzee711
Cyndi Lauper's "She Bop" was blasting through Jared's headphones. The wind he was generating by his skateboarding pushed his long blond bangs back around the side of his otherwise shaved head. The early spring sun reflected off his Wayfarer sunglasses. Up ahead, he could see an open stretch of sidewalk with no cars parked next to it, no trees, and -- most importantly, as he had found out last week -- no cactus. He still wore three Band-Aids over the scratches on his right cheek that he had gotten when he had bailed from a rail slide and hit the side of someone's desert landscaping with his face.
He pumped harder with his left foot, making his skateboard pick up speed. When he was confident that he had enough speed to get him at least three quarters of the way down the curb, he placed his left foot back on the board and angled towards the curb. At the last second, he kicked at the rear of the board, jumped and swung the board around so it was perpendicular to the curb and started sliding. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a perfect rail slide. He just hoped that he would do this good at the Air Skate demo next Saturday.
The leading edge of the board hit something that was definitely not the curb. Before he could open his eyes or shift his weight to stop the bail, he was airborne, and he knew that he was destined for a fairly hamburger look when he finally arrived at his new school. No sooner had that thought registered, then the left side of his face hit concrete and he slid. When he finally came to a stop, he groaned, pushed himself up and looked back. There was a pretty gnarly streak of cloth from his t-shirt and jeans along with a darker streak that could only be blood. He laughed until it hurt, which wasn't that long.
"What the fuck are you laughing about, dude?"
Jared looked at the source of the voice. A boy he guess to be sixteen, a year older than him, was sitting down on the curb, clutching his left ankle. His skateboard was upside down a couple of feet away from the stranger. Well, there's the 'not the curb' thing I must have hit. Jared tried to push his bangs back to the side only to discover they were stuck to his face with blood. The concrete burn was starting to heat up his face and his left cheek was throbbing.
"Look at this, man," he said, pointing to the streak of cloth and blood. "I must have slid what? Nine, ten feet? That's the best I've ever done!"
The stranger shook his head. "You think turning your face into a pile of ground chuck is funny? You're either stupid or the weirdest fucker I've ever seen. What about my ankle? Do you think that's a riot, too?!"
At first Jared didn't really hear the question because he had just noticed the boy's eyes. They were pale blue with a black ring around the iris. Then he took in the rest of his face. His hair was a medium brown, cut real short -- but not shaved -- on the sides and back, with short wavy bangs gelled back. His mouth was wide, with high cheekbones that set off his small, up-turned nose and he had a small diamond stud in his left ear.
"Well?!"
Jared shook himself and tried to stand. He was barely successful. Then he picked up the pieces of his walkman, grabbed his skateboard, walked over to the boy and offered him his hand.
"Listen, I'm sorry about your ankle. I was in the Cube and didn't see you."
The boy took Jared's hand and pulled himself up with it. Gingerly, he placed some weight on the injured foot and a sharp pain shot up his leg. He leaned on Jared's shoulder, which sent an electric tingling through Jared.
"'The Cube'," he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Skater nonsense. Can you help me get back inside? I need to get some ice on this, call the school and tell them I'm going to be late, then go to the doctor."
"Sure," Jared said, suddenly not wanting the contact to end. They turned and supported each other back to the house. When they reached the door, the boy opened it and limped inside.
Once they were inside, Jared helped the boy into the kitchen, where his mom was.
"I hurt my foot. Can you get an ice pack from Billy's first aid kit?"
"My gawd, Chris! Are you and your friend all right?" Chris's mom said, taking in Jared's bloodied face.
"I'm fine, Mom. I just need an ice pack for my ankle. And he isn't my friend, he was just leaving."
Chris's mom clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Nonsense. Sit down while I find Billy's kit." Then she disappeared down a side hall.
"Sorry, I can't stay. Nice meeting you!" Jared called after her.
"Can I at least call your mom or dad to pick you up and take you to the hospital?" Chris's mom said as she came back in and handed the ice pack to Chris.
"Nah. I live just down the street. I'll just skate home and call my dad. Maybe I'll run into you again, Chris."
"Not if I see you coming."
Jared waved goodbye and left. Chris put the pack on his ankle.
Mary smiled. "I think he likes you."
Chris looked embarrassed at his mom. He had come out to his family last month, and they had taken it surprisingly well. Chris shook his head. "Impossible. Skaters aren't gay, they beat up gays."
"You're always going on about stereotyping, saying that people need to be judged on who they are, not what they are. That sounds like the opposite to me. Don't you practice what you preach?"
"Can we drop this and get to the doctor's? I don't want to miss all of my classes today."
Mary picked up her purse. "Let's go."
Jared, now with both cheeks covered with Band-Aids, smiled as Doctor Paulsen introduced him to the class. His gray eyes scanned the room until he spotted Chris sitting alone at a table near the back. Paulsen gestured for him to take the seat next to Chris, so he walked back, pulled off his backpack, took out a notebook and sat down.
"Guess I'm just a weird fucker. Huh?"
Chris groaned. "Just because you're in one college prep class doesn't mean you're not stupid."
Jared smiled and tossed his head to the right to get his bangs out of his eyes. "You're right. But . . . I have the same schedule that you do. Right down to study hall and P.E."
"Fucking great! Just stay away from me."
Jared glanced under the table. Chris's left ankle was a little swollen, but it wasn't in a cast. "Hey, man, at least I didn't break it. What did the doctor say?"
"Mr. Christy, Mr. Zlotkowski. What's so interesting that it can't wait until after class?"
"I was just welcoming Jared to our school, Dr. Paulsen."
That seemed to placate Paulsen. He turned around to the board and continued his lecture. Chris picked up his pen in his left hand and started copying down the diagram that Paulsen was drawing, but not before he mumbled "Freak" under his breath.
Jared smiled. "Nerd."
"Airhead."
"Geek."
"Space cadet."
"Fag."
Chris's ears turned red and he shut up. Could Jared tell he was gay? Did he care? Was he? Chris pushed that thought aside. He knew how his luck ran -- poorly -- and there was no way that Jared could be gay. Hell, even if he was, there was no way Jared could be interested in him. Chris turned his thoughts to the lesson at hand and ignored Jared for the rest of the class.
In their next class, Junior English, the seating was alphabetical, so Chris was spared the confusing signals he thought he was getting from Jared. But third period was P.E. Chris knew that the lockers on both sides of his were empty. If he had to undress next to Jared, he didn't know if he'd be able to keep everything under control.
He entered the locker room and looked around, but couldn't see Jared anywhere. Maybe he was skipping gym. Quickly, in case Jared did come in, he slipped on his diving trunks and pulled his gym shorts over them, then pulled on his t-shirt. Coach Miller let the guys who went out for sports practice during gym after calisthenics. Neither diving or soccer were going on, so he decided to get some time in the pool.
Chris left the locker room and started talking with some friends while they waited for Miller to take roll. Miller walked out of his office and everyone got in their assigned lines. The coach started calling off names. He was halfway through the list when the locker room door opened again. Chris looked and saw Jared. His heart skipped a beat.
Jared was wearing a skin tight pair of Aussie rowers and a black tank top. He was carrying a large gym bag, which he set down by the bleachers. When he bent over, Chris groaned. Jared got in line.
Miller completed roll and led them through their exercises. Once they were done, the coach dismissed the athletes. Chris saw Jared go and pick up his bag and head back into the locker room. Chris waited a minute, then went back into the locker room. Jared wasn't around, so he changed out of his gym shorts, then left to go to the pool.
He had the pool to himself. All the other divers and swimmers thought it was still too cold to start practicing yet. He climbed up the ten meter platform, limbered up and started diving. After his fifth dive, he glanced out to the concrete basketball courts.
Jared was out there. He had changed back into the same baggy, knee-length cut-off jeans that he had worn yesterday. The t-shirt he was wearing was just as torn up as the one yesterday, but was green instead of red and said "No Brains - No Pain - Team Air Skate".
He skated around the court, then back to the middle. Once he was in the center circle, he stopped, then kicked the board into a tail stand. He jerked his body around, coming a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Then he placed his left foot on the underside of the board and started hopping. Chris was impressed. Of course, he was getting a hard-on watching the graceful boy.
Then Jared glanced at the pool. Chris blushed and dove. It was a simple dive, a one and a half pike, but he was off center when he hit the water, and he knew that the splash was way too big. When he got out of the water, he glanced back over to the court, but Jared was busy practicing more tricks.
Chris cursed himself. Jared couldn't be interested in diving. Resolutely, he climbed back up the platform and swore that he would finish practice without any more interruptions.
Little did he realize that Jared spent the rest of the class watching him.
Jared watched Chris enter the water on his last dive before the ten minute warning bell went off to bring everyone back in to shower before the next class. Chris climbed out of the water and dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist and re-entered the locker room without another glance his way. He was disappointed. He thought for sure that Chris was starting to like him.
He wanted to go in and shower with the rest of them, so he could check Chris out, but knew that if he did, he'd pop a boner, and everyone would know about him. He wanted a few friends before he came out at this school. Except Chris. He slowly started walking back to the locker room.
He got to the doors just as the end of class bell rang. Immediately, the doors burst open and the class started leaving. Jared pushed his way inside. His left shoulder was jarred. He spun around to see who had hit him and saw Chris walking away. Was that an invitation? Or did Chris really hate him?
Next hour was lunch, and he didn't have to worry about being late, so he went in the locker room and showered. When he was dressed again, he put his pads in the locker to the right of Chris's and locked it. A glance at the clock showed him he still had twenty minutes.
What the hell. I'm going to find him and make him like me!
He left the gym and walked back to the Quad, carrying his skateboard. All the tables were full, except one back by the cafeteria. Chris sat all alone, reading a text book. Jared saw him, smiled, and walked over there. He sat down without asking. Chris looked up and sighed.
"You again? Why don't you go bug someone else?"
"I know I made a bad impression yesterday morning."
Chris snorted. "That's an understatement."
"And I'd like a chance to make it up. Can we start over? Hi, I'm Jared Zlotkowski," he stuck out his hand. For a second, he didn't think that Chris would take it. Then he grudgingly took it.
"Christian Christy."
"I'm new in town, and need someone to show me the local hot spots. You know, teen clubs, the best malls and arcades."
Chris shook his head. "Sorry. I'm not into them."
Jared smiled. That was just the opening he was waiting for. He arched an eyebrow.
"Really? And what are you into?" He winked, but Chris didn't pick up the innuendo.
"Books, studying, college."
"And diving. I saw you. You're really good."
"Yeah, thanks. Diving and soccer."
Jared sighed. This conversation was going nowhere. Was this guy just dense or what? It was time to liven it up and get to the point, subtlety be damned.
"I've heard some of the guys saying that you were gay. Are you?"
Chris started, then glanced at Jared. He was immediately on guard.
"Yes, I am. So you better leave, or everyone's going to think that you are, too."
Finally! "So? They'd be right."
Now Chris stared openly at Jared, his jaw somewhere around his ankles. "No way! This is some kind of sick joke. Or a dare, right?"
Jared reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Chris's.
"Does this feel like a joke?" His voice turned husky. "What kind of guys do you like?"
Chris pulled his hand away before anyone saw them, then closed his book.
"Well, athletic, intelligent. A good, if somewhat twisted sense of humor. Blond hair and gray eyes are a plus." He glanced shyly at Jared. "What kind of guys do you like?"
"Athletic. Intelligent. A good, if somewhat uptight, sense of humor. Brown hair and blue eyes are definitely a plus. What do you say that we get out of here? My place is empty."
"Okay."
Jared and Christian left campus quickly. Both boys were nervous, knowing what was about to happen, but both impatient to be at Jared's apartment. They crossed the street and headed down 23rd Ave., past the Christy residence, then Jared motioned for Chris to turn left on Myrtle. Once they got to the apartment where Jared lived, Jared fished in his pocket for the keys and unlocked the door. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Jared pulled Christian tight into a hug. Their mouths locked together as they somehow managed to make it to Jared's bedroom.
At first, Christian had tensed up, then gradually relaxed into the kiss and started to return it, his tongue fencing with Jared's. This was the most spectacular feeling he had ever had. Christian could feel Jared's hands pulling his shirt out of his pants, then Jared's nibble fingers slowly started unbuttoning it. Once it was unbuttoned, Jared slid his hands across Chris's smooth chest, finally letting his hands raise to Chris's shoulders and pushed the shirt off, then he broke off the kiss and pulled his own t-shirt off.
Christian lowered Jared back onto the bed and lay on top of him, bare chest to bare chest. Jared pulled Chris's face down and they kissed some more. Christian let his hands wander down to Jared's shorts and lightly ran his fingers over the bulge he found there. While he was doing that, Jared let go of Chris's head and ran his hands down Chris's back until they rested on the boy's butt. Christian groaned and started grinding his hips into Jared's.
Jared broke the kiss and leaned up to kiss Chris's neck. Christian leaned back to give Jared easier access, and started working on the buttons of Jared's shorts. He was so turned on, that he was having trouble with them. Jared laid back down and moved Chris's hands away, then undid the buttons himself. Once they were undone, Jared raised his ass off the bed and pulled down his shorts and bikini briefs at the same time, freeing his six inch cock, which immediately slapped against his belly.
Christian just stared at Jared's meat while undoing his own pants. Teasingly, he slowly lowered his jeans, revealing his red and white striped boxers. Jared could see Chris's impressive cock tenting out the shorts, but was frustrated that he couldn't actually see the cock. Before Christian could do anything else, Jared reached out and grabbed Chris's boxers and yanked them down. He couldn't believe the size of this boy's dick. It was at least eight and a half inches long and uncircumcised.
Christian stepped out of his pants and shorts, then pushed Jared back on the bed, laying on top of him -- their hard-ons rubbing together. Slowly, starting at Jared's neck, Christian started kissing his way down the boy's hot body. Lifting Jared's right arm, he licked the hairy pit, the smell of Jared's sweat intoxicating him. Then he moved to Jared's nipples, licking and lightly chewing on each, making them hard. Jared groaned his appreciation.
When he had his fill of Jared's chest, Christian worked his way lower, kissing Jared's firm stomach and taking time out to let his tongue play with his bellybutton. Jared squirmed and giggled. Finally, Christian brought his head down to Jared's crotch. Lightly, he licked the lightly haired blond bush, matting the hair down with his saliva. Jared pushed his hips up, trying to get his cock into Chris's mouth, but Chris had other ideas. He deftly, if reluctantly, avoided Jared's dick and instead took his balls into his mouth and sucked.
As Jared felt first one ball, then the other slip into Chris's hot mouth, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He started moaning louder. Christian felt Jared's balls tighten up against his body, pulling out of his mouth. Not wanting Jared to get off before he could taste his dick, Chris quickly moved up and swallowed Jared's hard-on, sucking hard. Jared put his hands on the back of Chris's head and pushed him further down on his cock. Soon, Chris's nose was buried in the boy's bush. The tightness of Chris's lips and his imitation of a vacuum cleaner pushed Jared over the edge and he shot his load into Chris's mouth.
Christian pulled back, letting Jared's cum fill his mouth, the swallowed. A little bit escaped his lips and slowly ran down his chin. Once Jared was finished and started going soft, Christian finally released his dick and moved up, kissing Jared.
The taste of his own cum in Chris's mouth was very erotic, and Jared knew his hard-on would be back before too much longer. He pulled back and took Chris's face in his hands, then licked the cum dribbling down his chin. Once Christian's face was clean, Jared laid back down and Chris snuggled up to him.
"So, I guess you liked that?" Christian asked, smiling.
"That was the best blow job I ever had," Jared said, his breathing finally returning to normal. "Now it's your turn."
Jared pushed Christian back so he was laying down and grabbed Chris's hard-on around the base. He slowly moved his hand up and down the big dick, watching in fascination as Chris's foreskin slid back and forth over his head.
"Oh, gawd, Jared . . . That feels so good!"
Jared gave Chris a devilish smile. "You ain't felt nothing yet." Jared lowered his mouth to the tip of Chris's cock and licked the exposed head, then pushed the foreskin back up so that his tongue was between the head and skin. He circled his tongue around the purple head, paying close attention to the sensitive rim. It had a weird taste, kind of funky, but Jared instantly loved it. Relaxing his throat, he slowly took all eight and a half inches down his throat. Once his lips were locked around the base, he worked his throat muscles, sending an electric tingle through Chris, who was tossing his head back and forth. Finally, he drew back, lightly raking his teeth along the shaft and pushing the foreskin back up, until his lips stopped at the flaired head and ran his tongue back under the foreskin, before taking him back to the base again. His hands played with Chris's balls.
After a couple of minutes of this treatment, Chris started moaning. "Oh, gawd! Jared . . . I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna cum!" Then he shot the biggest load of his life into Jared's mouth.
Once he was spent, Chris pulled Jared up to his face and they kissed again.
"Now, was that the best blow job you ever had?"
Christian looked at Jared embarrassed. "Actually . . . That was the first blow job I ever had."
Jared looked at Chris, surprised.
"You can't be serious! Someone who's as hot looking as you and can suck dick that good can't be a virgin!"
"I am. I've known I was gay since I was ten, but I've never had the nerve to actually come on to anyone."
Jared pulled Chris closer. Chris lay his head on Jared's chest and listened to his heart beating, feeling totally relaxed and happy since as long as he could remember. Christian let his hands wander down to Jared's dick and started stroking it. With a minute it was back to it's fully erect glory. Chris turned his head and smiled at Jared.
"Can I fuck you?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Jared reached into his night stand and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He took off the cap and scooped out some, then rubbed it over his hole, sticking a couple of fingers in to get the ring loose. Once he was satisfied that he was loose enough, he scooped out some more and rubbed it on Chris's hard-on. Christian groaned as Jared's slick hand moved up and down his shaft. Then Jared pushed Chris on his back.
Chris didn't say a word, just nodding as Jared threw his leg over Chris and straddled him. Jared reached behind himself and grabbed Chris's dick, pointing it at his hole, then slowly lowered himself down. He felt himself tense up as the tip of Christian's hard dick pushed at his hole. Jared forced himself to relax and felt the head slip into his ass.
Christian couldn't believe the incredible sensations he felt coming through his dick. He groaned as he felt his knob slip in. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Jared's hips. Jared relaxed some more and sank lower on his dick, pulling the foreskin tight against his shaft.
"Oh, man . . ." Jared groaned. "You're so fucking big. It feels so good!" With one last groan, he pushed himself the rest of the way down on top of Chris. He could feel Christian's balls press against his ass cheeks.
Christian was totally lost in the feeling coursing through his body from his dick. Jared's slick canal had wrapped his dick in a hot sheath, the muscles in his ass squeezing on his dick. He thought it couldn't get any better than that, until Jared lifted up until Chris only had his head still buried in Jared, his foreskin tight around the head. Then Jared lowered himself back down, starting a slow rhythm.
Jared controlled the pace for a couple of minutes until Chris's hips started to rise up to meet his downward thrusts. After that, he let Chris control the pace. Both boys were moaning and sweat covered their bodies. No thoughts went through their minds except the intense feeling the other was give him.
As Christian's pace increased, Jared leaned down and kissed Chris, who held him tightly. A minute later, Chris exploded inside of Jared. When Jared felt the hot liquid fill him, he couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer. He sat back up and jacked off, sending another huge load all over Christian's chest. Spent, Jared laid back down on top of Chris and both boys panted hard.
Once Christian finally got soft and popped out of Jared, Jared rolled over and cuddled against Chris.
"That was so amazing!" Christian panted.
Jared was too wore out to say anything other than "Uh huh." Then they lay there, feeling fulfilled. If Chris thought that was amazing, Jared thought, just wait until I fuck him!
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