Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1999 15:40:15 EST
From: Story Teller <Reprint99@aol.com>
Subject: High School Days: Jack, hair, fine, and sexy

	Jack. God he was sexy. He had short curly brown blondish
hair. Gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to capture the sky. He had a slight
five a clock shadow, and the slightest hint of chest hair peaked from over
the top of his shirt. Then, he stretched. I watched as his white T-shirt
hugged that perfect round muscular chest, and raised just a bit to reveal
the dark brown hair on his stomach. I was so fuckin' hard. I had fantasized
about Jack since freshman year. He was by far the sexiest guy in our small
Performing Arts School. At least to me. He looked so mature and so
adult...damn I wanted him. Well, anyway, it was my Junior year and my crush
turned into insatiable lust. Just then my thoughts were interrupted
by...her. She walked over to Jack, sat in his lap and flirted with him,
mocking my frustrate fantasies. She rubbed on his growing beard, and felt
on his chest. Being the "straight" 17-year-old he was, he flirted right
back, which really made me jealous. But when she got up, I noticed
something. Oh my God. His dick was so thick. I could see his hard on
through his jeans. It was about 8 inches, and very thick. He was so hot. He
grabbed and adjusted his shit, and then looked up. Oh my God...he was
looking at me. He saw me looking. He puckered his lips like a kiss
mockingly and got up to come over to me. He came up real close to the table
I was sitting on and said "Hey, you got the homework for Physics?"

"Yeah" I said my voice almost cracking.

"Let me see it." He commanded.

I moved my knee around sub-consciously touching his leg until I could feel
his dick. "Whatever you want."

I forced a moment and then pulled the papers from my backpack. He took them
and started walking away. But then he stopped and looked back and said,
"You're such a faggot, James."

But it wasn't an insult...it was almost like...well I don't know...like a
come on. But Jack was straight...right?

It had been several weeks since that incident. Jack and that girl had long
since stopped talking to each other, and Jack looked kind of lonely. I'm
mean he always had some freshman or sophomore on his dick flirting with
him, but he seemed kind of distanced. We were currently in rehearsal for
the latest Theatre Department production, and I was looking desperately for
a pencil to mark in my script. I was up next! I hurriedly grabbed a pencil
sitting by Jack and walked to get to my place. "Hey that's my pen."

"Jack, I need it, come on." Pleading desperately for a little more than a
pencil.

"Fuck you!" he said jokingly

"Promise."  Oh my God I can't believe I said that. I mean it could be
interpreted as a joke, but I really meant it. It came out so real, you
know. I was expecting a comment, a tease, something. Jack could be a pretty
mean guy at times. A playful bully, or a real practical joker. But instead
of some clever remark, all I got was a stare. He looked into my eyes almost
as if saying "Yeah, I promise." He, realizing the subtext, quickly looked
down and broke the moment, and I went off to go run through my scene.

	After rehearsals, we all had to take our make-up off. Jack and I
having the most difficult make-up usually were the last to stay. I had
given his beautiful muscular hairy legs one last glance before turning my
back to pack up my backpack. Then he said "Hey James. Give me a massage, my
back hurts."

Trying to contain my excitement I said "Well."

"Come on" he pleaded.

"Oh all right, man." I was such bad actor in situations like this.

	He turned his chair so he could sit on it backwards, and I sat
right behind him with my legs on either side of him. I began to manipulate
his shoulder muscles and work around the should blades. He was so tense. I
softened up his tense and beautifully perfect back. I massaged his
shoulders and reached around to the front and rubbed the tops of his chest
muscles. Did I mention he was wearing one of those sleeve-less A-shirts?
Well, he was. I rubbed my fingers through his thick chest hair. I breathed
in his manly scent as my dick grew harder and ran down my leg. The hornier
I got, the less I cared. I started scratching his back. I would start at
his shoulders and go along the side of his body...then down to his legs and
knees. I scooted up closer behind. I know he could feel my hard-on, but I
just didn't give a fuck anymore. I stopped scratching and began rubbing my
bare palms against his back and legs...and then up his thighs. He wasn't
saying a word...not a single word. I felt my way up his thighs until I
felt...damn. I grabbed his big thick dick with my hand and rubbed it. He
moaned with pleasure. His head tilted back, and I pushed my smooth face up
against his rough cheek. His facial stubble tickled me...and made me even
more hot. I grabbed his dick firmly and kissed his cheek. "I want to taste
your cum in my mouth so bad Jack. Please let me..." I begged.  "Suck my
fucking cock James."

	I felt so strange at that moment. It was like a frozen moment of
truth. I could barely move. I was overflowing with emotion and could barely
control myself. I lifted his shirt up over his head, got up and kneeled
down in front of him. He was now sitting on the chair the right way, and
was leaning back. I kissed his hair stomach over and over. I rubbed my face
in his body hair and grazed my way to his chest. I sucked his skin and
hair, and licked his hard nipples. I kissed and kissed. He took his hand
and put it on my head and pushed my head down telling me to suck his
dick...suck his dick. I licked at the base of his big thick dick. I kissed
around the base and licked his balls. I fondled his balls with my
tongue. They were so big! I tried to fit them into to my mouth, but they
both wouldn't fit. I started kissing up his shaft. I put the head of his
dick in my mouth and sucked on it, flicking my tongue around it. He tasted
so good. But damn was he loud. He moaned and groaned this sexy manly
sound. I devoured his dick. I pushed down and took almost half of it into
my mouth, and came back up. I did that for about 6 times. When I came back
up the sixth time, he started to get up. I didn't know what he was
doing. He was standing up in front of me. He grabbed the back of my head
and pressed his dick across my lips. I let him in. He pushed in and out, in
and out, forcing more of his thick big meat into my mouth. He fucked my
face harder and harder. I opened up my mouth as wide as I could and took it
all in. His big hairy balls slapped my chin. The hair on his pelvis tickled
my nose. He fucked my face harder, as I felt my way up the back of his
perfect legs. They were so big. He had played soccer for several years. I
explored the back of his thighs and then I reached his bubble butt. I felt
on his globes and slowly put my fingers in between the crack of his ass,
massaging his ass hole. He moaned sharply. I could feel his grip tighten on
the back of my head as he forced me onto him. He pumped fiercely. He
started moaning uncontrollably, and letting out huge amounts of air. He
forced all 8 inches of his dick into my mouth and stayed there. He pumped
his huge load of cum into throat. I tried to move my head away, but his
grip was firm. He cam for a long time...like 45 seconds and I swallowed
every bit of his sweet man juice. After he had finished orgasming, he kept
it in there until he was soft. He finally let go of my head and slid it on
out.
 
	He breathed heavily and grabbed his chest and squeezed it. He got
his shirt and slid it back on, pulled up his shorts, and put on his
shoes. It was unusually silent. I got up and began to pack up my make-up
supplies looking at him every once and awhile. He didn't make any eye
contact. Was he embarrassed? Then finally he looked at me and said. "Hey
James, you know I'm not gay right..."

"Yeah Jack, I know."

With that he left and so did I. I rushed home to jack off thinking back on
the days events. Little did I know, this was the first of my adventures
with Jack.