Cross Country Run

I went to school in the 1980s and early 90s and I hated every minute of it. There were only a few subjects that I could relate to and a lot that I couldn't. I liked maths and English, science and woodworking and that was it. I hated sports of any kind, especially football which seemed to be the worst for bringing out that competitive edge. I dislike all forms of competitiveness.

Twice a week we used to do a cross country run. It consisted of a run through the woods which were about one hundred metres from our school. The track through the woods was about two kilometres long and it would take around forty five minutes to get round it. It was a circular route and we ended up back at the start point knackerd and gasping for breath, what was the point of that?

Anyhow, over time I developed a way of avoiding the whole stupid thing. I noticed one day that there was a little path off to the side, I couldn't see where it lead to but it seemed to go for about twenty metres at an acute angle from the main track. What if I could slip down there and hide until the rest of my class returned on the way back and then join on at the end of the line as they passed?

The next time it was cross country running I positioned myself right at the back of the runners so that I wouldn't be noticed when I disappeared. As we were coming up to the side track I drifted even further back and then as we passed it I slipped off down the track. Right, all I need to do now is wait until I hear them on the return lap, let them go past without being seen and then slip out and join on to the end, I would have around forty to forty five minutes to wait.

I walked slowly down the track to see where it led to and it seemed to go deeper into the woods where the sunlight was cut down more so it wasn't as easy to see anything. Suddenly I caught my breath and was startled to see that I wasn't alone. A girl about my own age was sitting on a rock directly in front of me. She was as surprised as I was and she jumped up off her seat and started to walk quickly away. I called after her saying that I didn't mean to frighten her and would she please come back. Hesitantly she turned around and stood still about ten metres from where I was standing. I approached her slowly and asked her name, she said she was Helen. I asked her what she was doing here and she said that she was avoiding her class who were out on a run, she hated running just as I did. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, she was just like me, she was here for exactly the same reason. Helen said that her school did these runs every Tuesday and she avoided them every time by coming down this little path, she had been doing it for months and it worked every time.

We sat together on the rock and we found that we could chat and relate to each other as if we were old friends. She was a beautiful girl with long hair and blue eyes and she excited me just to talk to her. She noticed that my shorts were bulging at the front and her face went red. I tried to cover it up but it's not possible to hide a massive hard-on and she said 'no, it's alright, I don't mind'. I blushed more than she did now and completely lost track of what we were talking about. My heart was beating madly and I knew hers was too, I could actually see it through her tight gymslip.

Dare I risk asking her if she would like to see me 'down there'?I got the impression from the way that she was still staring at my groin that she might say yes. I quickly checked my watch and we had about twenty minutes before my class would return but Helen had been here before me so she might not have as long. I managed to stammer 'h-how long before you have to go'? She said about ten minutes. I said 'can I show you something'? She must have known what I meant because she went red again and giggled.

I stood up and quickly slipped down my shorts and briefs in one go and my erection sprang free. Helen gasped and got off our rock as well and I thought she was about to run away but she did just the opposite, she came slowly towards me and reached out to touch my shaft. Her face wasn't red anymore and her eyes were intently curious. I asked her if she had ever seen a boy naked before and she said that she had a brother and she had seen him but never when he was stiff like this. I wanted her to keep touching me and maybe slide her hand up and down, I drew her closer to me and she smiled so beautifully that I almost came right there.

Suddenly we heard a noise in the distance. She quickly released her hold on my hardness and I pulled up my shorts. Her class was returning, she would have to get to the entrance to the path so that she could rejoin them as they passed by. We arranged to meet again the following Tuesday but that was a whole week away. We tried to think of a way we could meet before then but the last few girls in her class were running by now and she had to join them without being seen.

And so she was gone. Had that just really happened? I sat down on an old tree stump and waited at the entrance to the path for my class to return. I didn't even know which school she was from, there were two girls schools in the town and they both used the woods for physical training. I decided that I was going to make it my job to find out where Helen went to school and to meet her when she came out to go home in the evening. If I failed at least I would see her again the following Tuesday, I couldn't wait.