Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2009 09:37:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Locker Room Bitch: Fucked In The Bushes

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.