I have received several e-mails asking for a second part to J&C's story. Below is part two of "Jared and Christian". I hope you find it acceptable to post along with the original story. Once again, please leave my real name out of the by-line. Thank you, Corey P.
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.
The author retains the copyright to this story. Please do not repost it without the author's permission.
I strongly suggest reading part one of Jared and Christian before continuing with this story.
Author's note: Even though I mention Christian being in a fight, I do not condone or suggest fighting as acceptable behavior. That part is here because unfortunately we live in a world where we are sometimes forced to stand up for ourselves against prejudice and fear. Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now. Hope you enjoy the read!
Jared and Christian Part 2: Their First Night Together. by Jayzee711
As Chris left Jared's apartment, he was whistling. For the first time since he was a little kid, he felt truly happy. Even though he had known he wasn't the only gay kid in the world, finding Jared had stifled that nagging doubt that he would never find someone. Checking his watch, he saw that it was 3:00. Damn! School had been out for half an hour. His mom was probably wondering where he was.
Chris walked down the street and turned onto 23rd Ave., then down to his house. As he opened the front door, he heard his mom in the den.
"Chris? Is that you?"
"Yeah, Mom." He walked back to the den, knowing he had a huge smile on his face. Mary was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. "Sorry I'm late. Jared and I decided to hang out for a little bit."
Mary looked at her youngest son, a knowing smile crossing her face. "I told you."
Chris felt his face redden. "Yeah, he's a cool guy."
"I want you to be safe. Billy keeps his condoms in his underwear drawer. I want you to get some and keep them with you."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here he was, the smell of Jared still in his nose, talking with his mom about safe sex! This was definitely not what he was expecting.
"Okay, I'll get some. But won't Billy get mad?"
Mary shook her head and laughed. "He better not. Who do you think buys them for him?"
"Thanks, Mom. I think I'm gonna take a shower, then Jared and I are going to hang out at Metrocenter for awhile. Can I use your car?"
"The keys are on my dresser."
Chris turned around and went to his parent's bedroom. He grabbed the keys off the dresser, then went into his brother's room. Chris opened the dresser and rummaged around the drawer until he found the foil wrapped packages, took half of them and put them in his pocket.
In the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stripped, then stepped under the warm water. He felt relaxed. Even the constant pressure in his balls that he couldn't get rid of no matter how many times he beat off was almost gone. He grabbed the soap and started washing. First his broad, hairless chest, then his legs. Finally, he grabbed his dick, which quickly sprang to it's full eight and a half inches.
Slowly, he pulled back the foreskin and carefully washed it. As he let it go, the sensation reminded him of Jared's hot mouth wrapped around it. Chris started jacking himself with his left hand, letting his right wander over his body, tweaking his nipples, rubbing his tight stomach and down the light trail of hair that led to his cock. Finally, he moved his hand around to his ass. Jared had seemed to really like being fucked, I wonder what it felt like. In all his fantasies, he had only thought of sucking cock, having his sucked and fucking someone. He had never really thought of taking a dick up his ass. But with Jared, he didn't think he'd mind.
He played with his hole, running a soapy finger up and down the crack and lightly pressing against the ring of muscle. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed the soap and soaped his fingers up really good, then put the soap back down.
Chris peeked out of the shower to make sure he locked the bathroom door, then placed his right foot on the lip of the tub, allowing himself better access to his butt. He started pushing his finger into his hole and gasped, yanking his finger back out. Damn! That hurt! But if Jared could take, he was sure that he could, too.
Taking it more slowly this time, Chris played with his hole again. Gently, he pushed until just the first knuckle was inside of him. It still hurt, but not as badly this time. As he felt himself relax, he pushed harder and got most of his finger inside. Once again, there was a sharp pain, but then his fingertip brushed across a lump, which sent a wave of pleasure shooting through him. His dick, which had gone soft from the pain, starting getting hard again.
Whoa! This must be what Jared felt!
Finally, his sphincter relaxed and he started moving the finger in and out, rubbing his prostate. Stopping the in and out, he started rotating his finger, trying to expand the hole. When he felt that he was loose enough, he stuck another finger in. This time, the pain was even more intense, but he was determined to take it.
After a couple of minutes, he had adjusted to the penetration of his virgin ass and started moving both fingers in and out. His cock was now rock hard, and he felt like he was ready to shoot without even touching it. He was about ready to try for a third finger when there was a pounding at the door.
"Chris! You've been in there for half an hour!" his mom called out. He quickly pulled his fingers out of his ass guiltily. "Jared's on the phone and wants to know when you're going to pick him up."
Chris laughed at himself. Like his mother was just going to barge in and catch him! "I'll be out in a minute! Tell Jared I'll be over in half an hour!"
He quickly rinsed the soap completely off, got out and dried off. With the towel wrapped around his waist, he walked down the hall to his bedroom. Finally dressed, he grabbed his mom's car keys and all but ran out the door.
Jared was waiting in the parking lot when Christian pulled up in a gray Mercedes. Before Chris could even turn off the motor, Jared was in and leaning over for a kiss. Chris jerked his head back.
"What if someone sees us?"
Jared laughed and shrugged. "Who cares? I don't care if the whole world knows about us."
Christian shook his head. "You don't know what the kids at school are like. I'm always catching hell ever since I came out a couple of months ago," he said, putting the car in gear.
"It can't be as bad as the town I came from. Population of about ten. Actually it was more like two thousand, but everyone knew everyone else and was always in each other's business. Hell, me and Gordie couldn't go to the Mall sixty miles away without the whole town knowing exactly what we did. And it was right in the middle of the `Bible Belt'."
"Sounds bad. But at least no one tried to beat you up. Last month, a couple of guys from the football team decided it was time to teach the `faggot' a lesson."
Jared's expression turned concerned. "You didn't get hurt too badly, did you?"
Chris laughed, remembering the "fight".
"No. Actually, I broke one guy's nose and the other took off running. Real macho, huh? I guess they didn't expect the fag to fight back. Since then, they left me alone."
They pulled into the mall parking lot and Chris found a parking place not too far from the main entrance. The theater was to their right as they walked in, and Jared immediately looked at what was playing.
"Hey! They still got Good Will Hunting' playing. Let's go watch it!" He grabbed Christian by the arm, not waiting for him to agree. He finally let go when they got to the ticket window. "Two for Hunting'."
Chris laughed, wondering at this hyperactive guy he was getting involved with. Still laughing, he followed Jared into the theater and bought some popcorn and sodas. Then they went inside the theater and sat in the back directly under the projectionist's booth.
They both leaned back in their seats, and to Jared's surprise, Chris put his arm around him and pulled him closer. "I thought you didn't want anyone to see us?"
Chris replied by kissing Jared. "You were right. I don't care if everyone knows." Then the movie started.
To Chris's disappointment, Jared didn't start anything while the movie was playing. But after he got a good look at Matt Damon, he didn't mind, and it was an excellent movie. They walked over to the food court and ordered hamburgers. They were halfway through the meal, discussing the fine points of the movie when Chris's pager went off. He removed it from his belt and looked at the number. It was his mom.
"Great, my mom. Probably checking up on me. I'll be right back." He went over to the phones and dialed his house.
"You rang?" he tried his best impersonation of Lurch from the Addams' Family.
"Hi dear. You're dad just found out that he has a conference to attend tomorrow morning, so we're leaving for Los Angeles in a couple of hours. We'll be back Saturday. Don't stay out too late, you still have school tomorrow."
"Okay. Have a good time in La-La Land." Chris couldn't believe his luck. His parents would be gone for four days, and with Billy living on campus at ASU, that meant that he'd have the house all to himself. Smiling, he went back to the table and sat down.
"Good news?" Jared asked.
"I'm gonna have the house to myself for a couple of days. That means . . ."
Now Jared's smile widened as he got Christian's drift. "Great! Let's go!"
Christian grabbed Jared's arm and pulled him back down.
"They don't leave for a couple of hours. Let's bum around here until they do."
"Okay. First order of business. New clothes."
"But I like the way you dress. It's sexy. Especially the way your briefs show above your jeans when your shirt pulls up."
Jared laughed. "Not for me. For you! You dress like a nerd."
"I do not!
"Yes, you do. Now, let's go."
An hour and a half later, Chris's arms were filled with bags. He had tried to pay for the clothes himself, but Jared insisted on paying, explaining that he made pretty good money at skateboard demonstrations, and he enjoyed buying things for him. Jared had even made Chris put on a pair of stone-washed jeans that were a size too small, so it looked like they were painted on, and really showing off his ass. Chris also noticed that the outline of his dick was visible under the straining fabric. Jared had also made him put on a tight sleeveless t-shirt that he picked up in the skate shop. It was a less torn up Team Air Skate shirt like Jared was wearing.
All of the clothes that Jared picked out were like that. He quickly stopped Chris from getting any of the Dockers he preferred. The same with the polo and rugby shirts. Christian had to laugh at the make-over that Jared was giving him.
Finally, he looked at his watch. "They should be gone now.
Jared didn't need to be told twice. They quickly left the mall and headed back to Chris's house. When they got there, there was no sign of Chris's parents. Jared helped Chris carry the bags up to the house. Once they were inside, Jared dropped the bags on the floor and grabbed Chris.
"Wait a minute," Chris said, pulling out of Jared's grasp. "I need to put the clothes away before they get all wrinkled."
"They're jeans and t-shirts. It doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does. Now, the quicker you let me put these away, the quicker we can start having fun."
Jared sighed, but helped Chris pick up the bags and carry them back to his room. Chris started folding the shirts and putting them in his dresser. Jared looked up at the roof as if saying "Why me?", then grabbed some hangers from the closet and hung up the jeans.
Everything put away, Chris kissed Jared, then pushed him back on the bed. "Just lay there. I want to do something for you."
Once Jared was settled on the bed, Chris went over to his radio and put in a cd. A soft jazz saxophone filled the room. Jared groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Do you want this or not?" Chris asked jokingly. Regardless of what Jared said, he was going to do what he had in mind.
"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know what you have . . ." Anything else he was going to say was stifled when Chris started a slow striptease.
He began by kicking off his shoes, then turning around so his back was to Jared to bend over and take off his socks. Jared sighed as he saw Chris's butt all but bursting out of the tight jeans. Unconsciously, he started rubbing his dick through his shorts.
Next, Chris turned back around and grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt. He raised it until the material was bunched up just below his nipples, revealing the trail of hair on his belly leading down into his jeans. He danced like that for a minute, as he watched Jared massaging himself, then he lifted the shirt over his head. Chris put one arm behind his head, then the other. A low groan came from Jared.
Chris dropped his hands and unbuttoned his jeans. When all the buttons were undone, revealing the black silk boxers he had chosen, he turned around again.
"Ah, man. This is awesome. No one's ever done this for me before."
Chris glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Jared. He moved his hands around to the sides of the jeans and slowly lowered them, leaving his boxers up. Once again he bent over and pulled the jeans off, accompanied by another groan from Jared.
When Chris turned back around, Jared saw that the front of Chris's boxers were sticking way out. Chris slipped his left hand down the front of his shorts and gave his dick a quick jerk, then let it go. Ever so slowly, he grabbed the waistband and pulled down his shorts, an inch at a time, slowly exposing his erect, uncut eight and a half inches. Once the monster was free of the fabric, it snapped up and bounced off of Chris's hard belly.
Jared couldn't take any more. He took off his t-shirt, added a couple of new tears, then pushed down his shorts and briefs at the same time. They caught at his ankles until he reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks. Finally, both boys were naked.
Chris laid down next to Jared and their mouths locked in a passionate kiss, hands exploring each other's bodies. Chris wrapped his hand around the base of Jared's rock hard six inches. As he pumped up and down on the hot tube of flesh in his hands, Chris turned himself around, so that they were in the sixty-nine position. He took as much of the six inches as he could without gagging. He relaxed his throat and felt the cock head slip into his throat. At the same time, he could feel Jared's mouth wrap around his own meat, taking all of it in one swallow.
Both boys lay there, cock to throat, mouths working vigorously. Jared brought one hand around Chris's body and reached between his legs, playing with the heavy balls in the silky sack. The feel of Jared's hand around his balls caused Chris to start face fucking the boy. Chris brought his own hand around Jared and started playing with his asshole. Jared pushed back, forcing Chris's finger into the hole.
Within a minute, both boys were shooting their loads down each other's throats. Chris pulled his finger out of Jared and turned back around. They lay locked in a warm embrace as they caught their breath. Finally, Chris spoke.
"Jared, can I ask you a personal question?"
"After what we just did to each other?" He lifted his head up to give Chris a quick peck. "You can ask me anything you want."
Chris took a deep breath, not really knowing how to frame the question. "Um, . . . Have you been . . . um, with . . . a lot . . ."
Jared laughed. "Have I slept with a lot of guys?" Chris nodded. "No. Only Gordie, back in Indiana. We were both virgins. But you don't want to hear about that."
"Actually, if you don't mind, I would like to."
"All right," he said and took a deep breath. "It was two years ago, and Gordie and I were in the same freshmen home room . . ."
That's it for part 2. I hope you enjoyed it! Part 3 is somewhere in the jumble of voices that is my imagination, but it shouldn't be too long before Jared tells me his story so I can tell it to you.
Any comments or suggestions are welcome. You can e-mail me at Jayzee711@hotmail.com. All flames will be ignored.