Doug was built athletically stacked with muscle and very physically mature for 17. He had long dark brown wavy hair and a bushy mustache that made him look more like a man stud than a high school kid. It was the 1980's so the hair-band rockstar look was in. He had it down. He got more pussy than most of the jocks at school and was well known by the girls as the one to ride. They were right. His upper body had a pronounced V-shape and his stomach was firm and ripped before we knew the term six-pack. His firm muscular ass always looked so fucking hot in 501's or framed by the cross straps of his jock.
I was rumored to be gay around the school in some circles, so he took great measures to keep our friendship in the closet. I was no femme, in fact pretty well built and masculine myself. But I never dated girls and avoided fist fights. And in a redneck town, that meant you were a fag. Despite that, we were pretty regular fuck buddies. Doug was mostly a top, but liked to get my dick in his hole every once in a while too - mostly when he was drunk. When push came to shove in our quickie sexcapades he usually fucked me, dropped his load and had to disappear. No time for reciprocation, a dog on the run.
While he had a redneck jock image to uphold for the shool society and his dad who had high expections of him, no risk of getting caught was too great when he needed to get off. He had no compuction about dropping trow and doing it anywhere at any time no matter how much sense it didn't make when he needed to get a nut. We had just fucked in the towel room during gym class the week before, taking big risks of getting caught. My butt-hole was wet and sloppy the rest of the day from his injection of warm gooey jock juice. I get hard just thinking about it today.
This day would be another eposide in the spell Doug had over me and my inability to say no to him when he wanted sex, regardless of how stupid it might have been at the time. We were again in gym class and had just gotten done doing out group stretching excercises on the grassy field. Of course gym was always sexually charged for me with the class beginning and ending with dudes undressing, changing, showering, and sweating. After stretching, the gym instructor then had us start our running circuit before coming back to play soccer.
Our running route was a paved bike path that connected to the school grounds at the back of our fields, meandering along a creek in a thickly wooded stand of oak trees and lush bushes. Most of it was dedicated open space land that homes backed up to on both sides of the creek. The paved bike trail went about a mile before it ended at a main boulevard. Once we reached the end we would then turn back and return to the field. It was a healthy 2 miles and I hated every day of it.
As we headed off as a group Doug ran up next to me and elbowed me. Giving me the familiar wink and nod, I did the same. We started into a jog and dropped back toward the back of the pack a bit. "Man I sure wish we could fuck", Doug said under his huffing and puffing. "I so horny, my dick is purple". "Yeah?", I said. "You want to get together after school?". He grunted and nudged me to slow up some more and fall further back. Looking around he said, "Let's go in the bushes", he suggested and nodded toward the woods we were approaching.
"Right now?", I blurted out in a surprised whisper. Looking to make sure nobody could hear he said, "We can duck off up here, I know a place. Come on, I really need you". A wave of nervous uncomfortabilness came over me as I knew he wasn't gonna take no for an aswer. I tried one more time to reason with his silly notion. "Dude, someone will see us. We'll get busted!" "No wont, I know a good spot, nobody will see us," he argued as we continued getting passed by our peers. "Dude you're fucking nuts!", I said. "You think somebody wont miss us when we drop out of line?"
The thick wooded area off the campus did afford many secluded spots just off the trail that were popular places for kids to get high, drink and have sex. I had spend many summer days with my buds down in the green lush spots doing just that, but this was during school, during class with our friends all around us. It was the fact that he wanted us to dive out of the group in front of everyone and go butt-fuck in the woods that had me spinning. The sound of "Shane and Doug got busted butt-fucking in PE class!" being announced over the school PA system kept going through my head as we continued running in unison.
Now having worked up a sweat, we were jogging at a good pace but had fallen clean to the back of the pack. Doug was now visibly watching the edge of the trail for a place to duck off to. I was nervous, concerned, and horny - starting to get hard in my jogging shorts. Only my jock kept my dick from tending straight out. Still within view of group of about 6 guys he nudged me and nodded up ahead to an opening on the left that led down toward the creek. "Come on, right here!" he grunted under his breath. "Dude, we cant. Were gonna get busted!", I growled quietly.
As we neared the opening in the busheds marked by a narrow trail he looked around front and back to check if anyone was watching us. He shoulder butted me with his beefy frame and shoved me off the trail toward the opening and said, "Come on, nobody is looking. Go!" He cut in front of me into the thicket as I whirled my head around to be reassured nobody had seen this. The other guys were running off into the distance away from us so I reluctantly followed the sweaty football jock into the woods. His tight ass bounced in front of me as he quickly led me down the steep embankment, pushing branches out of the way. I was now sweating profusely, my shirt sticking to my stomach and back.
Reaching a thick spot at the bottom of the bank in the feathery brush where cat tails stood a good 6 feel high he veered off the trail into through the bushes. I followed him for another 15-20 feet in until he stopped and turned back around to see me pushing through the branches behind him. "See, that wasn't so bad was it", he said with smile as his hands reached into his shorts and began rubbing his dick. I looked around and realized we were mostly invisible to the ourside world, but I could still make out the trail up above through the brush. "Right here?" I asked. "Come on", he said. "We don't have a lot of time".
He had pulled his nylon running shorts down to his knees and pulled his fat 7" bent cock from the pouch of his jock strap. His dick had a nice sharp curve to the left that always made me smile, and gave his fuck a unique ride. Now jacking himself quickly to size, he was spitting on his palms and lathering up his meat for a quick stab at my fuck hole. Feeling my cock twitch and my heart racing, I pulled my shorts down which made Doug's face light up. His mustache and stubbled face contorted in lust as he said, "Turn around and bend over. This way I can keep an eye on the trail". I turned toward the trail and bent down, bracing my hands on my knees and pushing my ass toward him as sweat accumulated on my brow.
"I love you" he said in a sloven voice as he spit on his fingers and hastily shoved them into my butt crack, lubing my pasty pucker hole quickly. Bracing himself with one palm on by back, he guided his spit wet thickness between my hairy cheeks with the other and began pushing himself in. It was tight and slow as his thick mushroom tip pushed in against my gate with no real lube. "Spit and shove or it aint love", he grunted with a laugh as he fed me deeper. "Uhhh eeoow", I let out as he roughly shoved in deeper. "Shhhhhh!" he hissed as he pulled out again and wet himself up with another wad of spit.
I contained my noises as he burried his curved dick into my love hole again and began pumping in and out with quick and short motions. Watching through the bushes for any signs of others, his hands clasped my lower torso tightly and commenced deeper motions. Our breathing got heavier and louder, "huh, huh, huh". My hole began to burn as his dry fuck intensified. I could feel my chute pulling in and out, the folds of his dick tugging and dragging like sandpaper against my insides. The full wieght of his athletic frame and his jock stamina were now in rising to full force, fucking my sex hole raw. "Huhh, huhhh, huhhh"
Soon enough his precum began to flow and the friction let up a little, giving my shitter a reprieve. The roughness and friciton gave way to the trademark blunt sliding pound of Doug's fuck that got me off every time. Now in a sweaty grove together, my heart was pounding and my legs shaking in the nervousness of getting it in the woods. Somone could walk up and catch us at any moment, but damn this was hot. I felt the wetness pooling on the tip of my dick as his pounding my backend was revving up my own rocks. The smell of butt-sex was in the air as his rhythm intensified. A muffled slapping noise now came from his fuck.
I jacked myself off as he jackhammered my ass, stuggling to stay balanced as I stood bent over. We had to resituate and rebalance ourselves a few times, but his hands kept a deathgrip on my back. His rough fuck was intetupted every half dozen strokes when he would pull out too far and then plunge back in, tearing painfully at my gate with sloppy aim. I was used to this but it made me flinch. My own rocks came to a boil as I hastily pumped my stick, squirting my load on the grass below and thankfully missing my shorts. Doug continued his manfuck hurriedly as if he was busting his ass to make it happen as soon as possible.
The sound of our classmates began to echo through the woods on their return trip down the jogging path. Nervously I asked, "Are you almost done yet?". "Huh huh huh huh, yeah almost", he grunted as his football jock thighs thrust their might against me in a quicker thump. My heart raced again as our peers were jogging on the path up the bank from us just 40-45 feet away. I worried they must be able to see or hear us. I just wanted Doug to get off and get done now.
Finally he slowed and tensed up, shoving his blunt tool into me with finality and letting out a whispered "Oh fuck,......yeah". He pumped himself in my chute abruptly as he flooded me with multiple spurts his hot jock seed, then pulled out. I stood up and turned around. "Oh man that was fucking hot." he said as he quickly shook a few drops of jizz from his dick and tucked it back into his jock. "I love you", he said looking into my eyes as he quickly pulled his shorts up and checked himself over. He always liked saying that to me, though I am not sure he knew how creepy it was sometimes.
I got my shorts pulled up and we both lingered for a few seconds just looking each other over to make sure we didn't have cum on our clothes. Our classmates were running by continuously on the path above now in groups of 3-4. "We better get out of here." he said. "I'll go first. You wait a minute then come out. We don't want to be seen coming out of here together". He then smiled at me and said. "Thanks for the fuck". With that he turned and took off through the bushes. I waited a moment, clenching my asshole shut to keep his football jock cum from leaking out.
After a minute I followed back up the bank to the bike path. When I jumped back out of the bushes into the group one of the guys chuckled, "What were you doing in there, getting stoned?" I got up to cadence with them and said, "Just taking a leak". We got back to the field where the gym instructor was waiting. After the class assembled we were split up into teams to play soccer. Doug ignored me the rest of class as he was on the other team. Just like usual. He played one team on the field, another when we were alone. But regardless of what team he was playing on now, I had his swimmers in me. I had already won the game.