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I met Jack when I was a senior in high school. He was a freshman, but we both had sports in common. I was the starting power forward on the varsity b-ball team, and Jack was a new hotshot point guard for the 9th grade team. Jack also was a pitcher extraordinaire on the baseball team. Back then I was so far in the closet that I couldn't find the door. Everyone thought I was hetero, as I always was with a girl, but only long enough before I had to get serious sexually, and then I would find a reason to break it off. Truth be known, there is not one part of a female that interested me, ever, but from the first time I laid eyes on Jack, I knew I wanted him.

At 6 foot and 155 pounds, Jack was a good 4 inches shorter and about 25 pounds lighter, but man, was he put together. He was a young hunk with deep blue eyes, floppy blonde hair and a most sensual mouth. His legs were to die for, especially his hamstrings. You can tell I was a leg man. Even though he was a freshman, he fit in well with us older guys, which was both good and bad. Good that he was around us a lot, and with his sense of humor, he kept us in stitches. Bad in that it made it hard for me not to want to jump his bones or try to seduce him. He caught me several times checking him out in the locker room, but we never really made eye contact. He was my fantasy lover, and I can't tell you how many times I "JACK-ed" off alone just dreaming of holding him in my arms, kissing his gorgeous face, or his lips wrapped around my 11 inch cock.

Senior year went by quickly. I remember the last time I saw Jack. It was at a party after graduation and I remember Jack refusing to have a beer with the guys, he said his goal was to stay away from that stuff all through high school. I enrolled at a small Catholic university in Philadelphia and only got back to the old high school once or twice a year, usually to catch a b-ball game. I would watch Jack very carefully on the court and marvel at how much he still held my interest.

My senior year at college was a breakout year for me and I finally came to grips with my sexuality and who I was. I loved my new life and found a guy to spend days and nights with, Tom. Tom was a hunk, about 6'5" and went about 225 pounds. He kept his body in great shape and physically we were a good pair as my body had matured and carried my 220 pounds very well. Tom, who was three years older than me, was great, and taught me how to be a good lover, and to be versatile. The only downside to Tom was his roving eye, and his need for many lovers. Life was good, but I never saw that Tom and I would be long term.

I had to spend some time at home the summer after college graduation, and it was my third day home that I heard a story going around the neighborhood. It was about Jack. Seems he was taken out by two of his buddies after the high school graduation. They got him drunk as a skunk, and then beat him up pretty badly. Rumor had it that Jack got a little too friendly with them. Could this awesome young stud be gay? I wasn't going to find out then as Jack had gone for the summer to a basketball camp and would be going on to a small midwestern college that fall.

Four years passed, my life was being spent working, and by this time Tom was gone. I hadn't found anyone special. A friend at work gave me a ticket to an early season Villanova basketball game. I decided to go, and it changed my life. Villanova was a heavy favorite as the small college team was put on the schedule for a sure win.

At first during the warm-ups, I wasn't sure, but then it hit me. There was Jack, or at least I thought so. This hunk was taller and more filled out, but what the heck, it had been four years. I checked the program and sure enough, it was Jack, all 6'5" and 220 pounds and hotter than ever. I made my way down to the floor area and was able to get near the basket his team was warming up at. I could have sworn that he recognized me as he was driving for a lay-up. I stayed and during their shoot around he stepped off the court near me and said, "See me, after the game."

I watched the game, and prayed for no overtime. Jack was fantastic. His smooth moves on the court and his whole persona made me wonder what was in store for 'after the game'. Jack was amazing that night scoring a season high 24 points and leading the team to a major upset.

After the game, I waited outside the locker room and Jack came out. He had showered and he looked great.

"Can we go someplace private?" Jack asked.

"Sure, my place is only a short ride from here, but don't you have to be with the team?"

"I told coach you were my cousin and am staying with you tonight. I assured him I'd be at the airport tomorrow on time to leave."

As we entered my apartment, Jack seemed a bit nervous. Once inside all he said was, "Hell, I'm just going to go for it."

Jack approached me, and as his arms enveloped me, he began kissing me. The taste of his warm tongue was more than I could handle. Then Jack said, “I have waited 8 years for this. I want you to make love to me tonight.”

I put my arm around him and as we talked, I learned that he got beat up that night after graduation, because he wouldn’t have sex with those two and that he was still a virgin.

I kissed him on the lips and then began to explore his magnificent mouth. His tongue darted in and out of my ear and he especially seemed to like it when I gave his nipples attention. As I gently bit them, he would let out a beautiful moan of pleasure. Jack’s cock was every bit as gorgeous as the rest of him. With my help, it was starting to grow and as I licked and sucked on his balls, it reached about ten inches and was about 3 inches in diameter, just about the same size as me. I could tell he wanted to do to me what I was doing to him so, we started to 69 each other, beginning on our side and then I rolled him on top. I was able to rub and massage those legs I could only dream about till now. His mouth devoured my cock and I did the same to him. We stopped before we shot our loads, but the taste of his precum had made me hotter for him than I ever imagined.

I put him on his back and gently began to finger his virgin ass. I made sure I was gentle and he grunted and groaned each time I would go in and out. It wasn’t long before he got used to it, so I was able to explore his love tunnel and turn him on more. I decided to rim him and my tongue was able to invade his now hot eager ass hole. I lubed my cock with a bit of his ass juice and began to penetrate into him. His legs came to rest around my waist and then flopped down around me. The feel of him so close made me moan and groan continuously. Jack was breathing heavy, almost panting. Each thrust of my hips took me farther inside him, and caused his body to buck and his chest would heave upward. Finally, I was all the way in and Jack begged me to fuck him forever and not to stop. His hot hole took everything I could give him. I knew I couldn’t last too long as I was turned on more by Jack than anything Tom ever did to me or me to him. Jack’s sensual hands were roaming all over my chest and back I shot my hot gooey love load into his raging canal, and as soon as I pulled out of him, Jack turned me on my back and began shoving his steel-hard cock into me. He was a bit clumsy that first time, but after he did me three times that night, he was perfect. Jack would have kept going all day, but he had a plane to catch. That was two years ago. Jack and I have now been together for a year. Happiness is worth waiting for.