In My Wildest Dreams Part 9 Jealousy?
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In My Wildest Dreams Part 9 Jealousy?
The rest of the season went pretty well, we won all 4 of our remaining meets. We finished the year with 9 wins and 3 losses. I stayed undefeated in the mile and 2 mile. Gordon's performance wasn't a fluke, he kept improving and was now the second best 2 miler on the team. The district qualifier was here and I was a prohibitive favorite in the mile and two mile. I was listed as the alternate in the 2 mile relay, but this was just so I would be able to run when the team really needed me at the state meet. We were pretty confident that we could qualify without me at the district qualifier and at the district finals. Jimmy was seeded third in the mile behind Joey and I. Believe it or not; Gordon was seeded eighth in the two mile and Ron ninth, based on their times at this very track. Although Gordon hadn't improved his time, he had almost equaled it on our cinder track, which was much more impressive. Like I said; he was really improving. We had trained hard together; his improvement had really helped me run harder in our practice runs. I had managed to run a time of 9:33 on our cinder track in our last meet of the season, beating the school record I had set on the rubberized track. I was peaking at the right time.
The first event of the meet was the two mile relay. Chuck led off the race and ran a 2:02 which had us in the lead. He was followed by Gordon who ran a 2:05, which was good for him, but it allowed the team from Fitch Academy to pass him. Ron was next and he ran a 2:03 which allowed him to pull even with the Fitch runner, which put us right where we needed to be. Jimmy ran the anchor leg and churned out a 1:58 which blew the rest of the field away. The 8:07 was our best time of the year and would probably get us a good lane at the District finals the next week.
It wasn't long before the mile rolled around. I had been flirting with the school record all season. My best time had been 4:36, while the record was 4:32. I was seeded first and Joey was seeded second, a few seconds better than Jimmy. We took off at the gun and pushed each other, breaking away from the rest of the field. At the half way mark they were keeping up with me but I knew neither of them could keep up this pace. When I heard that my time was 2:18 at the half mile, I knew I had a chance at the record. I pulled away from Jimmy and Joey at the the beginning of the third lap. It started my almost trance like state, concentrating on my form and pushing through the pain. I hit the gun lap at 3:24; I knew I had the record within my grasp. I kept up the pace and sprinted down the homestretch. The rubberized surface of the track was giving me so much extra spring in my stride. I hit the line at 4:27, and I still didn't feel like I had given it everything I had. I still had to save some for the 2 mile, but at a big meet like this; I would have several hours to rest up for the race. Jimmy out kicked Joey to take second with a time of 4:42 and Joey hit the tape at 4:43. Our distance runners were off to a good start.
I found a spot under the bleachers, out of the sun. A lot of the other competitors were sitting out in the sun, not realizing how much that saps your strength. The rest of "The Pack" was lounging there with me. Joey was there also. Even though he was a Junior, it seemed that he looked up to me as much as my teammates did.
"Joey, we ought to make you an honorary member of 'The Pack'", I said jokingly.
"That would be cool. I'd love to train with you guys over the summer. My dad got me a car for my 17th birthday last month. I could drive over your place and work out with you guys."
"Actually I was only joking, but I'd have to see what the rest of 'The Pack' thinks."
"I think we should let him, he seems like our kind of fur." Jimmy volunteered.
"Does anybody object?" I asked. Nobody raised an objection. "Well Joey, I guess you are officially a member of 'The Pack'." I said as I reached out and shook paws with him.
We continued to relax under the bleachers until "First call Two Mile Run" blared over the loud speaker. Joey, Ron, Gordon and I then got up to start our warm up. My adrenaline started to skyrocket, this was the first hurdle to clear to get to the state meet and my much anticipated rematch with the Shorthair. Not that I was nervous, the top 8 qualified for the district finals, so barring a complete catastrophe, I wasn't worried about qualifying. I was just excited to be able to run my favorite race on a fast track, against the best runners in our area. I knew that I was still peaking, and hopefully would be for two more weeks. I wanted a good race today and at the district finals to give me momentum for my showdown with the Shorthair.
The PA system roared, "Last call Two Mile Run." and the group of us worked our way to the starting line. We were seeded by our best times. The starter called my name and I lined up in the pole position. Joey was called next and he lined up next to me. Gordon and Ron also ended up in the front row and then he told everybody else to fill in behind.
"Runners take your marks." Pause. "Set." My adrenalin was sky high! Then the gun went off and I shot away from the starting line, my spirit soaring as I unleashed my muscles, to do what I did so well. I took off with a quick burst, partially to make sure I wasn't boxed in and partially because I just couldn't contain myself. I led the race as we came to the first turn, and tailed off into a more efficient comfortable pace. Joey was right on my shoulder, as we stretched our muscles out at a relaxed 74 second split. The main group was not far behind, I picked the pace up to 73 seconds and held that for the next 3 laps for a mile split of 4:53.
I picked it up a little more and slowly pulled away from Joey. By now the pack had spread out. As I was going around the bend I used the angle to see how the field was strung out behind me. Ron was in 8th place and Gordon was in 10th but they were running comfortably. I had taught them to run negative splits and they had not been pulled into a pace they couldn't sustain by Joey and I. That was something that could not be said about some of the runners in front of them. You could see quite a few of them had gone out too fast trying to keep up with Joey and I. They were starting to labor, I felt that Ron and Gordon would pass enough for both of them to qualify, if they just ran a smart race like they were doing.
Now that I saw how the race was unfolding I focused back in on the task at hand, winning the race and fine tuning myself for my upcoming date with the Shorthair. I cranked out a 5th lap of 71 seconds, as I opened a gap between Joey and I. Pulling away from Joey energized me even more, I was feeling really strong. My form that Coach Bart had helped me perfect, was propelling me efficiently around the track. I finished the 6th lap was 70 seconds and I still felt good. So I picked up the pace even further. I was starting to lap some of the other runners about half way through the 7th lap. I could look across the infield and see most of the rest of the race unfolding over half a lap behind me. Ron and Gordon were running together in 6th and 7th place. They looked to be running strong while some of the runners in front of them looked like they were starting to labor. I was pretty sure they would both qualify.
But I really didn't have much time to focus on that, I had picked up the pace considerably and I was feeling great. I finished the lap in 68 seconds. As I crossed the start/finish line to start the last lap, the starter called out 8:22 as he shot off the gun to signal the start of the last lap. It got my adrenaline pumping even harder and I started to pick up the pace further. I had been lapping some of the slower runners. Now I was starting to pick off some of the pups that were actually going to qualify. I was focusing on each one and trying to catch them to keep my focus. One by one I was picking them off. Now I sprinted in, The crowd was roaring and Coach Bart was jumping up and down telling me to run all the way through the tape. I broke the tape at 9:27 shattering the track record I had set earlier in the year and my own school record. I didn't beat the qualifier record of 9:23 but I had two more years to do that.
Coach Bart was ecstatic. He grabbed me in a bear hug. "Great run Adam! I think you are peaking at the right time."
"I think so too Coach. I think I still had some left in the tank, I know I can run even faster." I pulled away and said; "Let's cheer on Ron and Gordon!"
At first a shadow of hurt seemed to appear on his face, then he smiled and said, "You're right, lets go." We hurried through the infield to intercept them at the other side of the track.
Gordon had passed Ron and was pulling away from him. Twenty yards ahead of him was a Flatcoat, who was starting to labor a bit from going out at too fast of a pace. He should be easy pickings for my Pup.
I yelled out, "Go get him Gordon. Just concentrate on catching him. He's there for the taking, just go get him!"
Gordon broke his concentration just long enough to look up, see who it was, and then broke out in a big grin and redoubled his efforts.
"I know you can do it Pup!" I blurted out, but in the excitement nobody noticed or they thought I was using the generic term pup. But Gordon knew and he picked it up even more. He caught the Flatcoat and passed him before he got to the final curve. He was in 4th place now. Joey was nearing the finish line so there was no way Gordon could catch him, but the guy in 3rd place, a Lab, was only 30 yards ahead and laboring hard.
"Go for it Gordon, you can catch this guy he doesn't have much left."
Gordon again picked up the pace as I sprinted across the infield to intercept him coming off the bend. He was closing fast and pulled within 5 yards at the beginning of the final straightaway. He pulled up on the other pup's shoulder and tried to pass. The Lab gave one last effort to hold him off but Gordon was too strong and he pulled past him. You could see the Lab's resolve crumble as Gordon broke him, and sprinted toward the finish line, with me screaming encouragement until I was hoarse. He hit the finish line in 3rd place at 10:22. I sprinted up to the line. I was going to give him a big hug when he collapsed into my arms from exhaustion.
"Way to go Pup!" I said. "Keep walking so you don't cramp up." I turned us around just in time to see Ron passing the Flathair, crossing the line at 10:34, to finish in 5th place.
"Great run, Ron." I said as he used me to hold himself up too. "Come on keep walking."
Gordon had already caught his breath and was walking on my right side with an arm over my shoulder. Ron was still heaving, but recovering on my left side, also with an arm over my shoulder, as we started to walk around the track. After about a minute, they had recovered enough to do a cool down jog.
"Well guys you were great, both of you! All three of us have qualified for the district championships. We are all peaking at the right time."
Ron was still too winded to do much more than grunt in reply, but Gordon exclaimed, "I never dreamed I could run that fast."
"I told you last night that you underestimate yourself. I believe in you, I believe in both of you." I said giving a nod to Ron.
After we completed a half mile cool down jog, Gordon and I went over to see coach Bart. For a second a hurt/jealous expression seemed to darken his face, but it was gone before I could be sure. He beamed at both of us.
"Great race, both of you! I knew what you could do Adam, but Gordon, you really surprised me!"
"He didn't surprise me, Coach. Gordon has been working hard, he just had to learn to believe in himself."
"Well, after a short LSD practice tomorrow to recuperate we are going to really train hard for the next week. I think if you guys work hard you can still cut more off your times. If Gordon can keep this up, I think he can really help you fine tune for your showdown with the Shorthair."
"Don't worry coach, I am going to do everything I can to help him." Gordon said with a big grin. Coach Bart's expression started to change again, but he turned away before I could read it.
We finished the last event, the mile relay, by placing 5th. Chuck ran a strong anchor leg to seal the deal. Then we ran a team cool down run before we boarded the team bus to head back to United Furs to shower and change.
When we got back to the locker room I hurried and got in the shower like I usually did, but right after I got in, Coach Bart strolled in and turned on the shower directly across from me. He was usually the last one in the shower, which is why I usually got in quick, so I wouldn't bone up when I saw the body that I have lusted after since the first day I saw it. He had his back to the wall as he shampooed his headfur. He was leaning back a little to rinse out the soap, giving me a unobstructed frontal view of the hottest body I had ever seen in real life. It looked like he had been doing some serious lifting because his muscle definition was even better than I remembered it being. He then washed the rest of his fur, saving that huge mouth watering slab of dog meat for last. He spent what seemed to be an extra long time on his member, retracting it from the sheath, soaping it a good long time. It almost seemed like he was jerking off. He got semi hard then rinsed off. I was mesmerized, it was everything I could do to keep my muzzle from hanging agape. If we had been the only two furs in the locker room, I know I would have been down on my knees in front of him, taking proper care of his huge doghood. As it was, it seemed like he was putting himself on display for me, although that was probably wishful thinking on my part. He continued to relax in the hot spray until I got out of the shower. He lingered for about 30 seconds, then he got out too. I wasn't sure what had really gone on but, I was more than a little confused.
We went to our favorite hangout after the our showers, Joe's Pizza. Joe came out from the back and gave me a big hug. "I heard you finally broke the record in the mile, and then shattered your own record in the two mile!"
"I keep getting lucky." I said winking at him. "Jimmy, Ron and Gordon had their best times too. We had more furs qualify for the finals than last year when we won State."
"Well congratulations boys, I hadn't heard anything except how Adam did. You know how everybody follows his every move on the track."
"The Pack" took our customary big corner booth, and Joe himself came out to take our order. He said in a conspiratorial whisper; "It's on me tonight boys, just keep it quiet. I don't want to look like I am playing favorites."
"Thanks Joe! It will be our little secret." I said quietly. "We will have the usual, a large pepperoni an mushroom thick crust pizza and a pitcher of cokes."
"Joe is one cool dog." Chuck said.
"Yeah, its funny though, how he seems to look up to Adam as much as we do." Quipped Jimmy. "Hell, he has to be 50 years old."
It's a good thing I have dark mahogany fur, because my skin was turning bright red. I don't know if look up to was the right term, but Joe and a lot of other furs liked and respected me because I was a sports star. I wasn't going to complain because it was kind of nice, but it still had me feeling like I didn't deserve it.
We were reliving the meet and had finished our pizza when Joe came out with a pan.
"Here, I want you to try something new I am thinking of putting on the menu, authentic pizza greens."
"What's that?" Ron said, making a face. He was the most picky eater on the team.
"Spinach Pizza! Pizza crust top and bottom and spinach, spiced up real good, as a filling. It's really good! Try it."
It didn't look too appetizing, but Joe was really nice to us, so I took a piece and took a small bite. To my surprise it was really good. I joked; "You pups don't want any of this, its no good." And I took another bite, a big one this time.
Everybody dug in and soon we had that pizza finished too. We said goodbye to Joe and left to go home.
Chuck gave Gordon and I a ride down to the bakery. We cleaned up the place and raced back to his house. I planned on really rewarding the pup tonight. We got in the door, and Gordon grabbed a couple of big towels and led me out to the hot tub. He turned the tub on to heat up as we shed our clothes. I pulled my pup into an embrace and put a lip lock on his muzzle. I ran my hands sensuously over his back. He put his arms around me and mimicked my caresses. After a few moments, I broke the kiss and started kissing my way down Gordon's body. I stopped at his right nipple and started nibbling on it while I brought my right paw up and started tweaking his left nipple. They started to harden and Gordon moaned involuntarily. I lowered myself to my knees, running my tongue slowly down the middle of his chest, until I reached his naval. He quivered as I stuck my tongue in his little innie bellybutton and wiggled it for a moment before continuing to work down his treasure trail to the real prize.
I was on my knees in front of my pup, I reached out and cupped his balls. I rolled them in the palm of my paw while I peeled back his sheath with the other paw. There in front of me; was my pups beautiful member, totally exposed for my pleasure. He was hard as a rock and already breathing heavily when I took his head between my lips and ran my tongue over it. With his sheath still gripped in my right paw, I ran my paw up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly and started to knot up. I ran his sheath behind his knot and started using my paw to massage the base of the knot, the surest way to trigger an orgasm in a pup. And trigger it did, he blasted half a dozen tasty shots onto my tongue before I released his knot and caused him to stop.
"Wow."
"So my pup liked that?" I said gazing up with a shit eating grin.
"It was great, but it feels wrong. I should be the one on my knees in front of my alpha, not the other way around."
"There is nothing wrong with that. I'm the Alpha, and I wanted to reward my pup. I also wanted to get a good taste of pup cream. Those are both an Alpha's prerogative. I was the one that initiated this, you didn't push me down on my knees, I CHOSE to do it for the best pup in the world."
I got to my feet. The water was ready and we got in and sat side by side. I put my arm around Gordon and pulled him close to me. "You don't know how proud I was of you today pup. I really wish I was your Dad, so I could brag to everybody about my boy."
"But Adam, it's all because of you, without your help I would still be a nobody."
"Wrong answer!!! All I've done is convinced you to believe in yourself. You did all the hard work, and you showed the courage to run all out in the race today. I didn't have anything to do with that, I refuse to take any credit for it. You are not a nobody, you came in 3rd place in our qualifier. Thats really good. You didn't just beat all the people that were in the race other than me and Joey. You beat all the people who weren't good enough to qualify."
"I never looked at it that way."
"And I think next year you can give Joey a run for his money."
"You think so?"
"I not only think you can give him a run for his money, I think you can beat him."
"I don't know, he is pretty good."
"Pup, you are going to have to cut out this negative thinking! His time was less than 30 seconds better than yours. He's a year older than you and he has been running for 3 years, as opposed to the 6 months that you have been training. I was further behind the shorthair than that last year, and by the state finals in cross country I was even with him. And I am going to kick his ass this year, so don't tell me it can't be done. I just don't want to hear about it. I know you can do it if you put your mind to it." I said as I pulled him close and kissed the top of his head.
Gordon pulled me close and replied, "Thank you for believing in me Daddy." Then he slipped his hand down to my crotch. "I think it's time to wake the sleeping dragon, so I can thank you properly."
During our discussion I had gone soft, but the feel of Gordon's paw on my member had started to remedy that problem. The sleeping "dragon" soon raised his head. I was soon rock hard and Gordon was sliding my sheath up and down the dragon's neck. The feeling of that combined with the warm water was amazing. If he wasn't careful the "dragon" would be belching his fire prematurely. He pushed me back into the seat and straddled me, face to face. He lined up his tight little tailhole with the head of the "dragon" and eased his way down ever so slowly, until his balls dangled on either side of the base of my shaft. Soon he was bouncing up and down on the "dragon", the motion of his body was turning the hot tub into a wave pool. I didn't want it to end yet so I put my paws on the pups shoulders to stop his bouncing. I stood up, at the same time pushing his head back, until he was floating on his back on top of the water, still impaled on my shaft. He lifted his arms over his head and set his paws on the edge of the tub for support, to keep his head above water. His legs were lifted slightly to give me access to his hole, but they were bent at the knees and trailed out in the water behind me.
I grabbed his hips and started sliding him back and forth along my shaft. The "dragon" was soon going in and out of his "cave" smoothly and rapidly, the buoyancy of the water making it a very unique experience. It was sort of like jacking off using my pup instead of my paw. We were soon breathing through our mouths and our knots were starting to form. I could keep my hips still no longer and I started hammering away at the pup, my knot locking deep inside him. Finally the "dragon" ROARED and belched it's white hot flames deep in the Pup's "cave". The pup soon joined me and his seed shot out and floated on top of the water. I pulled the pup back up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I staggered backward and sat on the seat as I completed the high intensity part of my orgasm. We rested for a few minutes while we caught our breath.
"Well pup, I don't think you are going anywhere soon. I think you are "stuck" here for a while."
"I hope it is a good long while."
"I think that will be a safe bet." I said with a wry grin.
"Did you notice the show Coach Bart was putting on for you today?"
"It was that obvious?"
"To someone that had a vested interest, it sure was obvious."
"I wasn't sure if it was my imagination."
"It's hard to imagine something that BIG!" He said with a big shit eating grin, holding his hands a foot apart. "That's why I had to leave the shower, I was starting to bone up. He is definitely eye candy!"
"Do I have to worry about competition?" I said jokingly.
"Hell no, I could fantasize about sucking on that big lollypop, but the thought of something THAT big up my tail hole makes me cringe. My Alpha's big pup maker is the perfect size for me." He said, wiggling his tight little tailhole on my knot for emphasis.
"So you're satisfied with being my little bitch?" I said with a moan. His wiggling against my knot had set off a renewed urgency in my orgasm.
"No, I'm not satisfied. I'm ecstatic! I would never trade my Alpha for anyone." He said as he buried his muzzle in my chest fur and I pulled him tight as I continued to "breed" him. I leaned back into the molded seat of the hot tub and pulled my pup with me, holding him protectively. I was proud of him, he had made such huge strides, both on the track and in his self esteem. And it wasn't fake self esteem, it was earned self esteem, earned by true accomplishment. A month ago the other furs looked at him like he was a joke, and now he was earning their respect as an athlete. Even his grades were coming up, because he wanted me to be proud of him. What an asshole his father had been. He had completely destroyed his kid's sense of self worth, and created a self fulfilling prophesy of failure.
I pulled him even closer, hugging him protectively to my body. I would protect my pup from anything I could. Then I thought, maybe the thing he needed protected from most was me. I still needed a dog to take me under his wing and protect me like I protected my pup. Someone who was strong and that I respected enough to surrender to, an Alpha of my very own. The only dog I had ever met that I respected enough to raise my tail for was Coach Bart, and the thought that he was exhibiting some signs of interest, had my heart racing whenever I thought about it. But I loved my Pup too, and he needed me, possibly even more than I needed Coach Bart. I was feeling overwhelmed. I felt too young and inadequate to have to make such a choice, if it were ever to present itself. It was such a difficult dilemma, and hell despite the fact that Gordon looked at me as a father figure I was just a pup myself.
I kissed the top of my pup's head. Right now I didn't have to make a decision, my pup was here and Coach wasn't. I would try to live in the here and now, and worry about "The Choice" if and when it presented itself. I surrendered to the peace and serenity that was the tie, and the task of filling my mate with everything I had in my balls.
After a few minutes my pup said; "Adam I don't know what I would do without you. I often thought about ending it all after my Dad left. But since I've been your pup, I can't wait for the next day to start. You mean everything to me."
"Come on Pup, you never really thought of suicide did you?" I was shocked.
"I really just hadn't decided on whether to use pills, a razor blade or one of the guns my dad left here. But I don't feel that way anymore, you've shown me how much joy there is in life and that it is worth living."
I had no response to that. All I could think of was what kind of mental anguish had that monster, he called a father, burdened my sweet little pup with. Maybe he was even worse than my stepfather.
I eventually deflated and we dried off on the high speed drier. Then I went home. All the way home all I could think of was Gordon's candid admission to me.
I got home and did my homework. It was difficult. I kept thinking of Gordon, and how he needed me and Coach Bart's unusual behavior. I finally got into bed, but I couldn't sleep.
I lay in bed, rehashing the events of the day, and I kept coming back to the unusual behavior of Coach Bart. He seemed to be jealous of my closeness to Gordon. When I had caught him off guard, it had seemed to show. But as soon as he caught himself his demeanor had changed. Then in the shower, it had almost seemed like a blatant attempt to show me what I was missing and what was available to me. It was probably just wishful thinking on my behalf, but I could still see that living, breathing wet dream in my mind and I couldn't help but bone up. My imagination went into overdrive and my paw grasped my doghood, as I imagined that I was alone with Coach in the shower. Or rather in his shower... At his house... With me on my knees in front of him... As I stroked my member, I imagined that I was sliding my paw up and down that amazing piece of dobie meat. I bent over and ran my tongue along my shaft and under my sheath, imagining that it was Coach's cock that was in my maw. Soon my head was bobbing up and down on Coach's shaft, while working it over with my tongue. He moaned as I gripped his knot with one paw and cupped his big balls with the other. I started jerking my paw up against his knot and soon he was filling my muzzle with the seed that I had desired for so long. I kept a death grip on his knot and swallowed every last drop.
I straightened up and laid my head on my pillow. Even though I had drained my balls, I could still only think of my big Dobie. How I longed to have him tied deep in me, making me his pup. Protecting me and lifting the weight of the world from my shoulders. How wonderful it would be to be someone's pup and let them care for me and protect me. I fell asleep imagining him holding me tight, protecting me while I slept.
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