You and Everett have this arrangement.
It’s the third semester of senior year of high school, and you’re both adults now, and you both got into your colleges on the opposite side of the country early decision. Both his and your girlfriends broke up with you unceremoniously – something about focusing on the college process – and now they won’t even give you the stink eye. You’ve both been on the hiking club since the beginning of freshman year and you’ve known each other even longer than that.
That is to say, when he drunkenly asked you at a party if you’d ever have sex with a guy, one thing led to another and you ended up making out in the woods. You would have been caught with his dick in your mouth in front of the entire track and field team if he didn’t orgasm after maybe a minute of jerking him off. He said it was the best handjob he’s ever gotten. You said that guys know how to do it to themselves so of course they know how to do it to someone else.
You thought it was a one time thing. A mistake you made while drunk that you would never think about again. But you can’t ignore those looks he gives you in the hallway, the tension you could cut with a knife every time you’re out hiking, that awful emotion you feel every time he skips school and you’re in study hall staring at the wall. Turns out, he couldn’t ignore them either.
Here are the rules of the arrangement:
One. No one finds out about this.
Everett made this very clear. He has a reputation as a nice guy around the school – fun and happy and not bogged down by anything. His family has a reputation in town. We’re getting towards the end of our time here and he doesn’t want it to be filled with drama. He doesn’t want to explain it to his friends and his family and to himself. Whatever the reason is, you’re not going to tell anyone about it.
Two. We can’t do it at my house.
This one is mostly by circumstance. You share a bedroom with your brother and he doesn’t want you coming over to his house to do that, especially with his mom hosting all those parties all the time. The only place you could both agree on was the woods. With your experience hiking and how few people live in your town, there’s practically no danger in hiking out to the woods past the high school and banging it out there.
Three. This ends when we go off to college.
This is what Everett emphasized the most. It’s cute right now but it’s not going to be cute in six months if we’re still texting each other. It is especially not going to be cute if we’re 26 and still fucking in the woods of our hometown. This can last a few more months and it ends the minute we step foot on that plane.
Today, you and Everett agreed to meet after the track meet ended. You stuffed your lotion in your backpack before you drove to school today – no need for condoms since he can’t get pregnant. At the meet, you catch him sitting on the other side of the bleachers with his friends. It’s the orange beanie that gives him away. He’s laughing about something. You imagine feeling the scruff of his chin. You imagine pushing yourself into him.
It’s a cold February day. You stuff your paws into your pockets and watch the track meet from the side of the bleaches, music blasting in your headphones. Old autumn leaves tumble by in the breeze.
As the track meet winds down, you watch him say goodbye to his friends and pack his backpack up. He catches your eyes and looks at you for a second.
You nod. He nods back.
The sun is already beginning to set in the way that it does in the winter. The sky is gray with pops of orange and pink splashing though. Your breath is visible in the cold air.
You know the path to the log by memory now. Through the hole in the chain-link fence, about 200 paces out, past the clearing in the trees but well before the highway begins. When you hear the sound of rushing water, that’s where you want to be. Everett’s footsteps through the leaves crunch behind you. Of course no one’s out here and no one would follow you here, but you act nonchalant all the way up to the log just in case there’s a reason to. Your excuse that you’ve never had to give is that this is where you come to think. Yeah. Think.
You lean against a tree, swaying your tail left and right. You look at your boots in the dead leaves. There’s already an erection forming in your boxers. Everett comes up to you.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey.”
And he kisses you.
It is so warm.
Everett drops his backpack on the ground and pushes you into the tree. You lick each other’s tongues desperately – he’s been waiting all day for this. Everett places one paw on the small of your back and one paw on your face and he goes for it, kissing you like he means it. The bark scrapes against your jacket and it is lovely.
Already you can feel his erection pressing against yours. He keeps rubbing your face as he kisses you, but his paw begins to drop lower to the front of your cargo pants. Seamlessly, he undoes your belt and lets your pants drop to the ground. Your dick pokes out of your boxers.
He pulls back with a stupid grin on his face. How fucking cute. His little freckles are adorable. His brown bangs tucked under his beanie, his floppy doggy ears. A little bit of slobber drips down his mouth.
Everett undoes his jeans as well. He has a massive erection tucked into a jockstrap, pushed up and to the right because of a lack of fabric. He gets on his knees, bare skin planted in the dirt. You line your cock up with his muzzle and tap it on his face a few times. He wants it so fucking badly.
It’s like warm bliss putting your cock in his mouth. You sucked his cock the first time but Everett quickly figured out he liked sucking cock more than anything else in the world – it’s not a bad deal for you, really. Sometimes it’s funny how often that dog texts you asking to meet up.
He was a little toothy at first, but by now he’s perfected the art of sucking cock. He knows just where to lick, just where to put his paws, just how to get the whole thing back into his throat. He grips your ass as he takes a deep breath and pushes his muzzle towards your crotch. The whole thing goes in easy.
Everett doesn’t even touch himself while doing it. You lean your head back and place your hands on the back of his beanie, guiding the pace he goes, and he just sits there and does it. Sucking cock is cool but it’s another level of cool for him. Something tells you this isn’t going to end when he goes off to college.
He fondles your balls and presses the tip of his muzzle to your crotch. He sits there with your cock in his mouth for as long as he can, maybe 30 seconds, just enjoying it. Eyes closed. Smiling. You look at him the whole time.
After that, he pulls away panting. A thick line of spit connects the head of your dick and his mouth. “Hey,” he says. “Can you fuck me?”
You nod. “C’mon.”
He gets his jeans all the way off and gets situated on the log the way he likes, thighs over his body. The jockstrap is new to you and it is truly beautiful – all of that hiking means he has a beautiful ass and thick thighs. His asshole looks so soft tucked under his junk in the jockstrap. His tail is rapidly swinging from side to side.
The log is just the right height that you can stand pretty comfortably as you get into position. You take the lotion and rub it all over your dick, then spread some on his asshole too. He squeezes his eyes shut as you massage the lube in. His muddy boots are hanging close to your jacket but you don’t mind at all.
“Alright, Everett. You ready?”
“Please.”
You push yourself into him and it is everything you were thinking about. He is so tight but so warm. He lets out a bark that reverberates throughout the woods. “Faaawk,” he moans. “Fawk fawk fawk.”
“Yeah, that feel good?”
“Yeah yeah yeeeaaah.”
It feels glorious. He must feel so cold being so exposed in the autumn air. You’re covered all the way but you wouldn’t even notice if you were cold – it feels so fucking good. The wind rustles through the trees as you pound yourself into him.
Everett has also learned the way of anal – he takes all of you like it’s nothing. You take over the duty of holding his thighs up and pant over his face. He moves his head to the side and breathes out hard.
You take his dick out. It’s rock hard and throbbing – a clean 7 inches, with a cute brown and pink gradient to the tip. He’s practically frothing at the mouth when you begin to jerk him off as you fuck him.
“I’m going to cum,” he says. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum.”
And he does. He shoots a huge rope of cum all over his sweatshirt, and a few more that pool up on his abs.
Everett closes his eyes and takes it from you as you begin to jackhammer him. The noise of your pants plapping against his thighs is so loud but there isn’t anyone around for a mile. You can’t see anything but trees forever.
His jaw is wide open as he takes your cock. His eyes are shut in pleasure. Watching his face is just what you need.
Cumming inside of him is glorious. You forget the woods around you, forget the darkening sky, forget the air freezing in front of you as you breathe. All you can think about is the feeling of your cock pumping inside of Everett – your thick, thick load seven inches deep inside of him. He’s been begging for it all day and you finally filled him up. It feels like Heaven.
You slip yourself out and cum leaks out of his pulsing asshole. He pants hard.
“Thank you,” he says, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, man.”
He swallows. “No one hears about this.”
And you smile. There’s a power in that. Your jizz is leaking out of his ass. He came after two minutes of jerking him off. He’s been begging you to fuck him all day and you just came in his ass. And he doesn’t want you to tell anyone.
“I know!” you say. “I know. This secret’s just between us.”
