Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 22:10:09 PDT
From: Jayzee711 <jayzee711@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jared and Christian, Part 2" {Jayzee711} ( BB anal-solo oral ) {2!}

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.