In My Wildest Dreams Part 20 I Can't Believe I Ate The Whole Thing
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In My Wildest Dreams Part 20 I Can't Believe I Ate The Whole Thing
I woke up in the middle of the night, with my big Dobie's arm around my chest, holding me protectively. His robe was open and draped over me like a shared blanket, his warm naked body warming me more than any blanket ever could. I could tell he was sleeping peacefully by the deep slow breaths he was taking. I snuggled back further against him, my back pressing even more tightly to his chest. I moved my hips back too and I felt his sheath nestle between my buns. I still had my boxers on but I lifted my tail to the side. He was flaccid, but as I wiggled my buns as I snuggled against him he started to harden.
I got an idea. Hopefully I would be able to wiggle out of my boxers without waking Coach. I tried to bend over a little to take them off but as I started to move away Coach instinctively pulled me closer to him and when he did he pinned my arms to my sides so I couldn't reach down to get my boxers off. This was getting frustrating, if I couldn't get my boxers off I wouldn't be able to pull off my plan. I was laying on my left side so I picked up my right leg and tried to bring my foot up to the hem of my boxers. It took a couple of attempts but I was able to get a claw into the hem of the boxers and slowly work them down off of my body. I kicked them off onto the floor and then snuggled back against Coach's groin until I had his sheath encased hard on resting between my buns.
He made a noise like he was waking up, but he just moved his paws down toward my hips and gripped them tight. Then he started to thrust slowly and instinctively against my tight little virgin ass. Three or four times that huge dickhead went back and forth over my pucker and on the next pass I timed it right and tilted my pelvis until I felt the tip of his cock wedge into my pucker. I caught my breath as he pushed forward and half of the head lodged into my ass. Damn it hurt, but if I made any noise I might wake him. So I grabbed a bit of his robe in my muzzle to bite down on as he thrust again, this time the whole head popped into my sphincter. His thrusting got more aggressive as more of his boner lodged it's way into my hot tight ass. Finally Coach bottomed out, I couldn't believe I finally had all 12 inches of him deep inside of me where I really needed it.
He slowly started to work it in and out, it hurt at first but in less than a minute I was in nirvana. I felt his paw slide to my puphood and he started stroking my member in time to his thrusting. Feeling that huge dogbone sliding across my prostate was unbelievable. The only thing that had ever massaged my prostate was Gordon's finger when he was giving me a blow job, it paled in comparison to this. Every time that huge member rubbed across my prostate my cock jumped and oozed precum which helped coaches paw slide more easily up and down my shaft. I was starting to breath hard and I could hear coach panting in my ear as he started to seat himself in me. The short sharp thrusts that I was so used to giving when I was knotting Gordon were now being used on me. I couldn't hold back any longer, Coach had gripped the base of my knot. I was gonna blow my load...
Then I woke up as I came with my paw wrapped around my own knot. But Coach was spooning me, his throbbing boner was between my thighs running all the way under my balls and poking against my paw as I gripped my knot. I felt the spooge pulse through his throbbing python and spray onto my hand as we both rode out our orgasms.
I pretended like I was still asleep and Coach either did the same thing or maybe he never woke up, although I found that hard to believe. All I know is that after it was over he pulled me to his deep Dobie chest and held me protectively. This is what I had been missing all my life. A big strong dog to hold me and protect me. And with that I fell back into a contented sleep.
When I woke up Coach was already up and from the looks of things he had cleaned up our mess from the previous night. There wasn't a trace of spooge anywhere. I sat up and he sat on the couch next to me, tousling my headfur as he sat down.
"Good morning sleepyhead." He said with a chuckle.
"And how long have you been up? I asked.
"At least for 5 minutes or so." He teased. "Why don't you hop in the shower and I'll take you out to breakfast." And before I could even answer he had hopped in the shower in the master bedroom. I got my travel bag off of the unused guest bed, showered and brushed my teeth. I used my hand-held blow drier to dry myself off and put on some jeans and a polo shirt. I gathered up all of my stuff and brought it out to Coach's car, where he was waiting in the driver's seat. I put my stuff in the back seat and hopped in the passenger seat. Coach threw his arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him as we pulled out of the driveway and headed to the local IHOP. It felt so good to be shown some affection by a big strong alpha dog, it made me think that this is what other pups felt when they were around there dads. Well at least until other unpure thoughts ran through my head, causing me to plump slightly. We ate a leisurely breakfast, it seemed neither of us was anxious for our time together to end. We discussed our training strategy for this summer. Coach told me about some big invitationals we were invited to this fall. We had never been a good enough team to be invited to an invitational before, but this year they were falling all over themselves to get us there. He suggested that "The Pack" run road races every other weekend to work on getting our racing edge back before the start of the season. But try as we may to put off our parting we reluctantly left IHOP.
After breakfast coach took me home and I asked him to drop me off at Gordon's house instead. Gordon came to the door before I even knocked. He was a mess, it didn't look like he had slept well last night. I walked in the door and as soon as the door shut behind us I gave him a big hug. He looked at me questioningly and I said with a wink, "Don't worry, you're still my Pup." I gave him a kiss.
"So nothing happened?" He asked?
Boy I really didn't know how to answer it, so I finally said, "Just a little wrestling..."
"And..."
"Well we both got a little excited and came in our shorts..."
Gordon stood there glaring at me for a moment then burst out in a big belly laugh. When he stopped laughing enough to talk he said, "Let's go up to my room and 'wrestle', I promise you won't be cumming in you shorts." He winked as he cupped my package with his paw. Before I could make a move he broke and took off running toward his room and then I took off in hot pursuit. I threw the door shut behind me and launched myself at my pup. We wrestled for a while until I got the upper hand and pinned Gordon with my knees on his shoulders and holding his wrists to the floor high above his head. Gordon grinned and snaked his muzzle up the leg of my gym shorts. My boxers were still at Coaches house "being washed" (but I wondered if I would ever get them back) so I was going commando. Gordon took advantage of that fact to stick his muzzle up the leg hole in my shorts and start licking my balls.
"Careful Pup, you keep that up and I'm gonna have to shove my dick up you're tight little ass." I teased.
He stopped licking my balls but snaked his tongue up to my asshole and started rimming me. My erection poked out through the waistband of my shorts, the head pushing out of my sheath Pre started to leak outta my piss slit and run down my sheath. I moaned as he continued to lick my pucker, more pre drooled out. Some ran down the front and into my gym shorts but some ran down the side and ran all the way down my sheath and started dripping off of my balls. Gordon quickly lapped it all up. I got off of his shoulders dropped my shorts and ordered, "On your knees Bitch!" He shucked his shorts too and complied immediately, dropping to his knees, his tail up and to the side. I quickly rimmed him to lube him up, but he had me too revved up to spend much time on it. My boner was throbbing and drooling and needed to get back into it's favorite place. I rubbed the head against his tight little hole, smearing it with pre. I slid in easily. Gordon's hole was just tight enough to feel exquisite without being too tight to get into easily. It was like he was born to be my beta.
I soon had all of it in and was working it to both of our satisfaction. Gordon was leaking pre just about every other time my dick stroked his prostate. He was really riled up, probably from worrying all night about losing me.
"Arrrghhh!" He yelled as he came on his bedroom floor, his knot swollen in his sheath as I continued to pound away at him. As soon as he stopped cumming I pulled out and lifted him to his feet. I turned him so he was facing me and lifted him up. He got the idea of what I wanted quickly, jumping up and wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I guided myself into his already stretched hole and started bouncing him up and down on my 8 inches. Despite the fact that he had just blown a load he was almost ready to go off again so I intensified my efforts to try to get us there at the same time. My knot was growing fast and locking us together. The intensity of my orgasm was so extreme that my legs started to give out. Fortunately we were next to the bed so I fell forward onto the bed with Gordon underneath me, driving myself even further in while I marked Gordon as my subby little bitch.
I held Gordon tight to me as we continued our to pump out our seed. Him onto my stomach, me into his stomach. Gordon buried his head into my chest, content to let me continue breeding him as we both drifted off to sleep.
I went down to the bakery at 5 pm. Gordon tried to convince me to go in later and have both of us work like we had during finals week, but I was still to nervous about Max and Bubba. Those two dogs were batshit crazy as far as I was concerned. I worked until about 10:30 scrubbing walls and cleaning the proof box and other things that were on Wilbur's to do list when I heard a car pull into the parking lot. It sounded like one of the police cars, but they normally didn't pull in until later after we already had some donuts fried. I continued working until about 5 minutes later, I hadn't hear the car drive away so I got a little suspicious. I walked over to a window that I could see out of without being seen to see if it was someone trying to rob the place. What I saw had me curious. There was a cop car parked in the middle of the lot. But what caught my attention was there only appeared to be one cop in it. The night shift cops in our town always rode with a partner, so one cop in a car seemed unusual.
I knew that Wilbur kept a pair of binoculars in the broom closet, he liked to be able to use them to look around whenever there was a siren to see what was going on. I got them out and walked back over to the window, focusing them on the cop car. Bubba was sitting in the driver's seat, his head thrown back. His right arm was trailing down to his lap and his left paw was slipped between the buttons of his uniform shirt. It looked like it was rubbing one of his nipples. His muzzle was open and his tongue was lolling out the side. I watched him for a few minutes, then he lifted his paw from his lap and I saw Max pop up on the passenger side. He was licking his lips while Bubba moved both his paws to his lap like he was adjusting something. I had to chuckle, unless I was way off base I had just seen Max giving Bubba a blow job right in our parking lot. What a couple of hypocritical bastards. After about 10 seconds Bubba hit the ignition, turned on the lights and they drove off again to make their rounds. I didn't know what to think.
Wilbur showed up at midnight and didn't even bother saying hello. He just went around giving everything the white glove test. I had intentionally left a small puddle beside the proof box for him to find easily. He read me the riot act, which was my plan. I had figured out the harder he had to look to find something that I had missed the worse mood it put him in. Since he found something so easily to yell at me for he was in a much better mood that night. Well at least until Arnie came in...
I had already scaled up the first batch of dough for donuts so all he had to do was turn on the mixer and start adding the water. He soon had the first batch in the proof box and I went over and warmed up the donut fryer and mixed up a new bowl of glaze. I busted my ass so I would be able to take my break while he was talking to some of his cop buddies. The first cops that came in at 3:00 AM were Arnie and Jacques. They each grabbed a warm cinnamon roll, poured themselves a cup of coffee and sat down at one of the tables. I grabbed a cinnamon roll also, got a glass of milk and sat down next to them. Wilbur grabbed a powdered donut and a coffee and completed the quartet at the table.
Arnie started things off on the wrong foot, "So did you enjoy the banquet Sunday night?"
"Yeah. It wasn't too bad." I said trying not to encourage him to continue down this road.
"It wasn't too bad? You gotta be kidding me! You fucking cleaned house! MVP in both Cross Country and Track and Field AND Athlete of the Year, man that was a huge trophy!" I could see Wilbur getting angrier by the second, he just didn't want to blow up in front of the cops. "Have you got a place cleaned out at your house to display it."
"No. The coaches think they should go in the display case at school 'til I graduate. They think they'll help recruit pups for the Cross Country Team and the Track Team." I said trying to think of a way to steer the conversation away from sports, or at least away from me.
"It seems you've already recruited a great core of distance runners. I think that group howl thing you guys came up with is a hoot!" Arnie continued.
"Yeah considering all the distance running talent we have on the team, it's a shame that I get so much publicity." I said in embarrassment.
"Oh come on! Your teammates have done great this year, but the kind of year you've had is something special. And you're only a Sophomore!"
"Come on Arnie! Quit bragging on him. The egotistical little bastard is already too full of himself. You don't have to live with him." Wilbur finally cut in in exasperation.
I took my chance to try to steer the conversation away from me, "It was great to meet your son at the banquet."
Arnie chuckled, "I had to twist his arm to come up and see you."
"Why does he think Adam is an insufferable bore too?" Wilbur snidely interjected.
"Actually he was a bit intimidated. He just started to run distance this year, but he wasn't good enough to letter this year. All he talked about all spring was how great you were and how he wished he could meet you. But when the time came he got cold feet."
"Why? I don't bite." I said laughing.
"I know, that's why I dragged him over." Arnie continued. "I was wondering if you could give him some pointers. Track and cross country aren't popular sports at his school, partially because the coach sucks. It would mean a lot to him if you would give him some training advice."
"Sure Arnie, I can go over what he's doing and give him some training tips. He can come run with 'The Pack' too if he can keep up. We can't slow our training down for him, but I'm sure the guys wouldn't mind him tagging along."
Wilbur snorted and belittled, "See what I mean Arnie. See how pretentious the little bastard is. They call themselves "The Pack" like they're fucking special..." But he finally choked it off when it became obvious that he wasn't impressing Arnie.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, then Arnie spoke again. "I'll tell him what you said and then we can work out the details later." He and Jacques had finished their coffee and cinnamon rolls, got up from the table and headed for the door. I was sorry to see them go because I knew that Wilbur was going to take it out on me for Arnie bringing up my awards at the banquet.
The jelly donuts had cooled enough to fill so I hurried back to start pumping them full of jelly. I was already busy working when Wilbur walked by, his eyes shooting daggers at me. I knew he was just waiting for me to do something wrong so he could take out his anger, frustration and jealousy on me. By the time I finished the jelly donuts his rage was down to a slow boil. A couple of other cops came in at about 3:45 AM and Wilbur went out to talk to them for a few minutes. I stayed in the back working on the sweet rolls to keep out of Wilbur's sight. They finally left and at about 4:15 the moment that I had been dreading had arrived. I heard a knock at the door. Wilbur went to unlock it and I heard Max's dulcet tones drifting into the bakery.
"Hope you made plenty of those cinnamon rolls! Bubba and I are starving!"
"Yeah, I made sure my worthless stepson fried up plenty of them. He thinks he's such a big shot, the arrogant little motherfucker." Wilbur said with venom.
"Has winning Athlete of the Year at the Banquet gone to his head?" Bubba asked.
"It didn't need to, the little bastard was arrogant and disrespectful enough even before the banquet. Everyone thinks he's something special, but I know he's a worthless little asshole."
"Well if we ever catch him not walking the straight and narrow, we'll make sure we bring him down a peg or five!" Bubba continued. "If we ever catch him doing the bone dance with the little tail-raising Gordon pup, we'll do the same thing to them that we did to the Poodle pup. Damn, that's making me hard just thinking about it!" He said, rubbing his crotch.
"Yeah, that Gordon pup might be able to take your stepson's little puppy dick, but I'd rip him apart with my monster!" Max bragged.
"I bet that would be a sight!" Wilbur said laughing immoderately.
Just the thought of what they did to the Poodle pup had my blood boiling again, then the blood almost froze in my veins when I thought of what they might do to Gordon... And possibly to me too... But it got me thinking...
Not much else happened the rest of the night and I went to Gordon's after work. We screwed until we passed out, which didn't take too much since I was exhausted. I fell asleep locked to my pup. Gordon's mom got us up early enough for me to eat dinner with them before I had to get back to work at 5 pm, which meant only 3 hours of sleep. After dinner I headed down to the bakery, but on the way I stopped to buy a 30 pack of ex-lax® Maximum Strength stimulant laxative pills. Later when I made the glaze for the donuts I dissolved all 30 of ex-lax and used it to make enough glaze for a dozen of the cinnamon rolls. I put them under the counter so none of the other cops would take any of them but I waited until Wilbur went to open the door for Max and Bubba and I exchanged them for the ones that were on the counter. I didn't have to worry about Wilbur taking one, he hated cinnamon, so I just went into the back area and started working on the cherry cheese pockets that would be on special today. When they left I took a peek out front and to my delight they had taken all of the ex-lax cinnamon rolls with them.
About an hour later Bill and Fritz came in on their coffee break. They were a couple of cops that I liked so I figured that it would be a good time to take a break. They sat down and each had one of the cherry cheese pockets that I had just finished. They both congratulated me on winning Athlete of the Year (which REALLY pissed Wilbur off) then Bill said, "Did you hear Max and Bubba got sick and had to end their shift?"
"No. What happened to them?" Wilbur asked.
"Well about 15 minutes ago they both got diarrhea. It came on so quick that they couldn't even find a place to get to a restroom. The both ended up shitting themselves!" Fritz finished.
I broke out laughing in spite of myself. Bill and Fritz laughed along with me, but Wilbur just glared at me. I don't think he suspected what I had done, but Max and Bubba had eaten all the evidence and I had already washed the tray and the bowl.
The next night was even better. I listened from the back again as Bubba told Wilbur about what had happened to them the previous night. "It was weird. About 15 minutes after we left here we both got explosive diarrhea, and before we could find a restroom we both shit ourselves. We drove back to our apartment, changed our clothes and spent the rest of the morning on the shitters. I've never had it come on like that before. We usually both have cast iron stomachs."
"You guys share an apartment?" Wilbur asked.
"Yeah. It's actually a 3 bedroom house we rent. You know, one bedroom for me, one for Max and a spare one for company. Well unless the company is of the feminine persuasion..." Bubba went on. He was stressing that they had separate rooms, but after seeing what I had in the parking lot the other day, I was sure they slept in the same bed. The extra bedrooms was only for appearances, I was sure of that.
My two weeks of working without pay were finally over, so since he was back to paying me (albeit at my normal pay rate of half of minimum wage) my hours were back down to my normal 60 hours a week. I had been planning on taking about two weeks off after track season was over, so now I was ready to start my training again. I called up all "The Pack" members including Joey and we got together to set up a training course. It was a 10 mile circuit that started at the field house and incorporated all the major hills in the area. We drove it in Chuck's Jeep and sprayed a mark every half mile. When we got back to the field house we ran a half mile warm up at the track and did about 15 minutes of stretching before we ran the course at a moderate pace. It was our first day back running so we didn't want to overdo it. When we got back to the field house we all broke off and headed for home. About half way to Gordon's house we passed the trail that went into Zeke's Woods and Gordon grabbed my paw and led me down the trail.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see in a second." He replied then giggled.
I had done my share of exploring in the woods and soon realized we were heading to the waterfall. The waterfall was on a very small brook, only about 3 feet wide. There was about a 10 foot drop where it fell on an outcrop of rock then into a pool at the bottom. It was a hot day and we had been running a long time and the water looked so inviting. Gordon pulled me under the falls and we stood under it enjoying the cool water as it ran over our bodies. After about a minute of cooling off the inevitable happened. Gordon dropped to his knees and soon had my shorts and jock around my ankles. He gazed up at me and grinned then he took my balls into his muzzle. He ran his tongue first around one then around the other, gently caressing them with his talented tongue. Damn did it feel good! I started massaging the bases of his ears while he lovingly worshiped my balls, my member already at full staff the bright red head already peaking out of my sheath.
I didn't have to say a word, Gordon stuck his tongue down my sheath and started running it around and around my rampant ramrod. He soon had me leaking pre and moaning. He shucked his shorts and got on his knees under the waterfall, lifting his tail up and to the right like a bitch in heat. I got on my knees behind him and started to rim his tight little hole. I soon had him slick and ready with my saliva. I positioned myself behind him and guided myself in. The head popped in and the heat of his tight hole was an incredible contrast to the cold water that was running down our bodies. Soon I was in balls deep. I pounded away relentlessly, my testosterone level was sky high from the hard training run we had just finished. Between that and the element of danger of fornicating outside in broad daylight I was rapidly approaching the Big O. I started pounding Gordon with the short sharp thrusts so I could lock my knot deep in his tight ass. He felt my knot growing and he clamped down hard on it which made me explode into my Pup.
There we were locked together under the waterfall, the sunlight illuminating us where it came through the break in the forest canopy caused by the pool. Because of the cold water we only stayed tied for about 10 minutes before the chill made me lose my erection and we broke apart. We put our clothes, ran down to Gordon's house and hopped into the hot tub before hopping into his bed to sleep until I had to go clean the Bakery. Now that it was summer I had gotten into the pattern of just going in at 10 pm and cleaning up instead of going at 5 pm when we closed then coming back home. It didn't break up my sleep as much that way.
The rest of the week went on like that. We got into a pattern: Run... Slip off to the waterfall... And FUCK like bunnies in the cold water. It was exciting doing it out in the woods in broad daylight, but we weren't too worried about it because no one ever came into the woods. In all the time I had been in Zeke's Woods I had never seen anyone that had come all the way back to the waterfall. On Friday we slipped off into the woods again after our training run. Of course as soon as were we under the falls Gordon dropped to his knees in front of me and gave my boner a good working over. It didn't take long for me to say, "On your knees Bitch!" and Gordon complied instantaneously. I didn't even waste time rimming him, I just used my dick to smear some of the abundant precum that my cock was drooling on his pucker and pushed it in. He was moaning with the first thrust and I had worked myself up into a rapid rhythm when I heard it.
"I figured that was what you two were up to..."
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