Date: Tue, 30 Jun 1998 04:52:56 PDT
From: Jayzee711 <jayzee711@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Jared and Christian' {Jayzee711} ( BB hs ) [1!1 ]

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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