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.