Jiraiya: The Chou-Hentai! (Super Pervert)

Warnings/Disclaimer/Summary All in the first chapter. I see no need for repetition.
I almost started heading into a direction I don't like, And I know I have to stick to the summary I already gave you, so I might start ANOTHER Jiraiya/Naruto fic if this plot bunny bites my ankle any harder..
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THERE'S AN ALTERNATE VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. It's less graphic and on www.fanfiction.net
Er, lemmie know what you think. Seeing as Im a girl and not a guy.. I have no way of experiancing these things. I'm just an obsessed fangirl obviously.. I hope that doesn't ruin your opinion of my writing though :)
Now! Onto the story!

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Naruto woke up the next morning before Jiraiya. That man slept like a dog. How could he sleep tgh agh all the noise those stupid animals were making?
Naruto sat up and stretched, careful not to wake Jiraiya. The perverted hermit would make fun on him until kingdom come. What the hell was he dreaming last night, anyway?
He glanced at Jiraiya, who was practically tipping over the tent because he was leaning so much against the wall of it. Naruto glanced to the other side of bef before it finally dawned on him that he was right on the center of the tent. It was Jiraiya's fault, anyway. He shouldn't have brought such a small tent.
He pushed himself onto his knees and grabbed his shirt. He must have taken it off sometime in the night. He did such strange things when he slept. He quietly and as undisturbingly as possible moved out of the tent.
It wasn't long until he found himself in the water, naked. He left his cloths hanging on a low tree branch.

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Jiraiya woke up to see the last inch of Naruto's foot leave his tent. He stretched lengthily, ignoring the pain and the little creeks his bones made as he did so. A combination of age and sleeping on a ground will do that do you. He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck with a bit of a yawn.
It wasn't long before he found himself outside of the tent, walking leisurely towards the river. He was hungry, he wanted something to eat. Which is why seeing Naruto peel off his last shred of clothing on the river banking surprised him a great deal?
The young man was tall, trim, and muscular. It was breath taking, the sight before him. His skin was tan, and his muscles toned from long days of training.
A flash came back to his mind of the day he met Naruto. The boy had stripped off all his clothing except his shorts, after getting his jumper soaked from falling into the river. His body had defiantly grown since then.
The white haired man crouched down and watched as the blonde waded into the water. He drew his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched the boy slowly bathe himself.
It ached. The whole scene before him made a certain region of his ache, and he didn't care why. He just knew he wanted to take care of the problem.
He was so used to having his peeping-jutsu activated, he forgot he didn't. Which is why he didn't bother moving to a differant spot, a less out in the open area. That's Jiraiya for you.
He shifted into a more comfortable position before releasing his swollen, hard, aching member from it's prision. Then; he stroked, keeping his eyes planted on the bathing Naruto. The bathing Naruto who was taking certain care to wash every inch of his body. Something deep inside wished that he, Jiraiya, was the one langourously washing every inch of that delcious, tanned body. He'd pay special attention to certain areas; one area in particular.
He watched, stroking his own member, until his body tensed and shuddered with release, his eyes closing as he did so.

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Naruto gasped in a mixture of shock and disgust when his eyes fell upon the older man in the woods. He was watching him! He was touching himself! He was..
.. Good God! Didn't pervert Sennin say he didn't like boys? Why the hell was he doing that? Naruto turned bright red and pretended he didn't notice. No, that was all too disturbing. Maybe Pervert-Sennin wasn't peeping on him. Yeah, right.
Oh, how horrible, disgusting, disturbing, repulsive...
He didn't think pervert-Sennin was THAT perverted.

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"Watch and learn." Jiraiya said with a smirk. He did a few hand seals before standing in a strange pose and concentrated on gathering Chakra into his hand. Once there was a faint blue outlining his hand, from Chakra, he slammed his palm into the ground. A light ripple of blue graced the ground in a circle around his hand, and quickly disappeared. He stood and looked at Naruto. "You gather Chakra into your palm, the amount depending on how long you want it to stay there and how far away you want access it from. Only use a little right now, since you're only working on pushing your Chakra into the ground. A controlled amount of Chakra. Have fun."
Naruto didn't say anything as Jiraiya turned and moved over to a tree to nap against it. The blonde made a disgusted face and set to work on mastering his new technique.
How could he act like nothing happened? Naruto shook his head, trying to clear his mind so he could concentrate on gathering Chakra into his hand. He'd be able to concentrate more if he could get that stupid image of Jiraiya out of his mind.

--- Flashback---

He was crouched, or on his knees, or something. A position you would imagine a randy school boy to sit in when he could no longer control himself and needed a quick release in a private setting. Except Jiraiya was not in a private setting.
His pant's were open, his eyes closed, his legs spread. A hand was quicstrostroking the rather lage length of the man as his seed spilled onto the ground.

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He trembled, giving up on concentration this time around, deciding to start over again. It was just too disturbing.
Naruto decided to do a mind clearing Jutsu first.

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Naruto was only slightly worn out. He'd only been doing it for 4 hours when he finally got the trick down; when he was finally able to push his Chakra into the ground. The mind clearing Jutsu certainly worked.
Now it was wearing off, though.
There was a loud yawn coming from the tree Jiraiya was napping under. How Jiraiya could sleep so much was beyond Naruto. Maybe it was because he didn't have any girls in bikinis to watch.
'Then again, Jiraiya doesn't need girls in bikinis to look at when he could watch me bathe in the nude.' Naruto thought to himself with a mixture of disgust and sarcasm. If he really looked at it, the main reason for his disgust wasn't that Jiraiya had peeped on him and wanked off. He did find that disgusting, but he found the idea that some part of him, deep within, accepted and rather liked the idea.
That's what repulsed him the most. That's what disturbed him the most. It was wrong for him to even think like that in at least 4 different ways. Which is why he must remind himself that he doesn't think like that. He needs to remind himself that he's just afraid he thinks like that therefore he thinks he thinks like that when he really doesn't think like that. So in fact, it's all just a bunch of nonsense his mind made up because he didn't like the idea of thinking like that (to put it mildly). Naruto figured it was like when a person saw a bunch of ants crawling around, and suddenly it felt like they were all over them when there really wasn't even one on them.
Paranoia. Yeah, that's what it was.
"Help me pack this stuff up, Naruto. Then we can leave."
Naruto stared at the perverted ninja, exasperated. "What about lunch?"
"What about it?"
"It's almost noon! Look at the sun! And I'm hungry." Naruto's stomach gave a loud growl as if to confirm his last statement.
Jiraiya gave him a slightly annoyed look, "Fine. Go catch some fish. I'll take down the campsite."
"I have a better idea."
Jiraiya shrugged and moved to the tent, opening the flaps. He withdrew the sleeping bags, and started rolling them up.
Naruto watched for a moment, before a sudden feeling disgust caused bile to rise in his throat.
He slept only inches away from that man last night.

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When Naruto came back to the camp moments later with a pan full of water. He set the pan down on the ground, and carefully built a fire. It wasn't long before he had a pan of water boiling over the fire.

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Naruto had never been happier he had thought to pack ramen and bring it with him. Jiraiya relaxed near him to also eat some ramen that Naruto made. Naruto had made sure to subtly sit as far away from him as possible.
"Pervert-Sennin?" Naruto said softly, intent on asking about what happened earlier. He couldn't pretend it didn't happen. He wasn't even sure if the hermit even knew he saw him.
Na was was ignored, so he tried again. "Jiraiya?"
"Hmmm?"
He couldn't ask. "Um.."
"..."
Naruto thought of a better question. "What could be so bad that I would refuse to do it? I mean, you know my heart is in all my missions. Everyone knows it, or should. Anything assigned to me, even when I was a genin weeding gardens, I never said I wouldn't do them. I always knew I'd have a sense of accomplishment afterwards. I always felt good for doing it, too. Why would this be any different?"
"An unnamed source feels they know you enough to recommend this."
"Apparently they don't know me well enough."
"Or maybe they know you too much. Come on, it's time to go."
Naruto nodded and gulped down the rest of his pork ramen while Jiraiya put out the fire.
A strange thought occurred to him. One that he which didn't. What if that wasn't the first time the hentai-sennin peeped on him? What if there were more intimate times that the white-haired man had watched him?
How long could this have been going on?
Naruto trailed slowly behind Jiraiya, his mind being attacked with disturbing thoughts. No, he couldn't ask Jiraiya about it quite yet. he also couldn't stand too near the man while these thoughts were running rampant through his mind.
One thought really did stick out to him, though.
'God. Ero-Sennin really is a Chou-Hentai.'

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Next Chappie: The second stage of training and then time to get to bed.
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