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#26 of In My Wildest Dreams

Chapter 22 of In My Wildest Dreams. We meet some of the new members of the cross country team.

It was turning into a really busy summer. Between working 60 hours a week at the bakery, training with the pack, playing basketball on Joe's summer league basketball team and trout fishing with Gordon every chance I got, the summer was already starting to fly by. Joey, Gordon and I hooked up a couple of times a week which really expanded our sexual horizons. At the end of June we were already back to where we were in our training so Coach Bart decided that we should run a road race every other weekend. It seemed that every Saturday there was either a 5K or 10K road race within driving distance. Some of them were just local talent but some of the bigger ones had Olympic caliber runners. I thought it was a great idea because there would be runners better than me to push me. The first one that we entered was a 5K race about 15 miles away and was mostly local talent. Coach Bart was able to get a school bus to take us. IN the past we all could fit in the school van with room to spare He picked me up right at the bakery, all the rest of the team was already in the van and we hurried to get there so we would have plenty of time to register and warm up. I had never run in a road race before, so I wasn't really sure what to expect. When we got there we each filled out our registration form, gave them $10.00 and got a race T-shirt thrown in.

It was a smaller race, about a hundred and fifty runners. They didn't have any advertisements touting that any big name runners were entered so I probably had a chance to win the whole thing not just my age group. Joey arrived after I was registered, he hadn't been allowed to ride with us in the school van because of insurance issues, but that wasn't a problem, he just drove his own car. We were all milling around the registration area killing time. We noticed some of the other High School runners in the area had showed up but there were also college aged runners and older dogs all the way up to several real gray muzzles. A flash of red fur caught my eyes and when I turned to look I saw it was Sean. We all walked over to talk to him.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, but damn, why did you have to show up. I was hoping to win this thing." Sean said with a wry smile on his muzzle.

"No one's stopping you, you can still win." I said feigning innocence.

"Yeah. Like I have a chance with you here." He said rolling his eyes.

"So you think were the best ones here?" I asked.

"There's a couple of college runners here, but they're just guys from small colleges. I've run against them at some of the other road races and I beat them without too much trouble. There are a couple of older guys entered that maybe at one time could have given us a run for our money but they're past their prime."

"I've never run in one of these things before."

"They're pretty cool, even though they are metric they give you mile split times. Plus there's a lot less pressure because your team isn't counting on you and if you have a bad day there is always another one next week."

"Well we brought our whole team and Joey's here too. Coach is having us run a road race every other week to keep us sharp for the season."

"That's what I did last year, it really helped." Sean advised. We headed toward the starting line and met up with the rest of "The Pack" and the other runners on the team. "Do you have a seeding time?" Sean asked.

"No I've never run a 5K before." I replied.

Sean got an evil look in his eye. He pointed to his number which for the first time I realized was 001. "Well I guess I'm gonna have a big advantage since I'm gonna be starting in the front row and you're gonna be starting behind nearly everyone else cuz." It seemed that the fastest of the preregistered runners had numbers that started with a 0 and got to line up first. The next 25 best runners that preregistered had numbers that started with a 1 and lined up after the runners with a 0. The 25 after started with a 2 and so forth until you got to the top 100 runners. Everyone slower that, or if you hadn't preregistered, had a number in the 400s and you got to line up at the end. That might be a problem because by the time I made my way through all the slow runners in front of me Sean would have a big lead on me. I'm sure if it was a 2 mile instead of the 3.1 miles we would be running I would have no prayer of catching him. If it was a 10K I wouldn't even be worried.

Sean left us as they called us all to the starting line. They called the Zeroes first and Sean got the pole position. Then successively they called the ones, twos and threes. Finally they told everyone else to fill in behind. Unfortunately it was a 2 lane back country road so I would have to let it spread out a little before I would be able to really open it up. The big question was would it be too late to catch Sean and the other good runners by the time I got through all the congestion. "The Pack lined up at the back and did our group howl, startling a good portion of the runners. The gun went off and it was a good seven or eight seconds before we even started moving. Fortunately most of the runners tended to gravitate toward the center of the road. "The Pack" went around the outside and didn't lose as much time as we could have if we would have stayed in the middle. But even with that by the time we got out of the traffic at about the quarter mile mark, Sean was ahead by about an eighth of a mile.

I warned "The Pack" to not try to make it all up at once; we would just be more aggressive on our negative split. All of us ran together for the first mile, then Jimmy, Gordon, Joey and I started pulling away from the rest of "The Pack". The good thing is that at this point the lead runners were spread out so they were like stepping stones up to the front where Sean was leading the race. I focused on one runner at a time and reeled them in before concentrating on the next one. We were slowly gaining on Sean, but I knew Gordon, Joey and Jimmy would not be able to keep this pace.

"I'm gonna take off. You guys stay together and run within yourselves. Help each other until the last half mile then give it everything you have." And with that I pulled away. We hadn't made up too much on Sean; he was still about 150 yards ahead of me. But he was running in the lead with no one in front of him work on. I kept picking off one at a time until I was only a hundred yards behind with 1.1 miles to go. The next half mile was a fairly good uphill grade and I powered my way through it catching up about 70 yards on Sean. It seemed like he was tiring and I was getting stronger. There was only one runner between us but he was 20 yards behind Sean. He was falling off the pace and I caught him with about half a mile to go. So now it was only me and my cousin, but I had 20 yards to catch up before I could battle him for the lead.

The next quarter of a mile was a fairly steep downhill. I hadn't raced a downhill since cross country season last fall but downhills were one of my fortes. Most runners fight gravity when they are running downhill, but I had learned early on if you leaned forward until you almost lost your balance and moved your legs as fast as you can you can cover a lot of ground fast without using a lot of energy. Sean wasn't a bad downhill runner but he still fought gravity a little more than I did. He was also running in the front with no one to pull him along with them. So I leaned into the hill and let gravity work for me. He had only raced against me on a track so he had no idea of how well I ran downhill. I was gaining on him rapidly and he had no idea I was coming until it was too late. I blew by him right before the hill leveled out. I only had about a quarter mile to go and there was no way he was going to catch me and he knew it. By the time he was able to respond I was already 10 yards in front of him and starting my kick. I could have backed off a bit but I wanted to make sure I developed the mindset of finishing my races strong whether or not someone was pushing me or not. I powered my way to the finish line, breaking the tape at 15:24. It was only a 4:58 mile pace but considering I was just at the start of the training cycle and I had gotten such a terrible start I was happy with the results. Sean had really fallen off the pace by the time he crossed the finish line in second place at 15:33.

He jogged over to me and congratulated me. "Great race, you caught me off guard when you blew past me, but I don't think I could have held you off even if I knew you were coming." We walked about a hundred yards and then back to the finish line. A couple of college runners crossed the line next, but Joey crossed the line at 16:06 in fifth place. We cheered him on as he crossed the finish line. A couple of older runners and college runners finished the race next but after them Jimmy and Gordon were sprinting it in battling it out for 9th place. Jimmy managed to pull away by a couple of yards. That wasn't surprising, he had a better kick since he was a half miler and he just had more speed. Gordon's chance in the future would be to try to go out at a pace that would burn the kick out of Jimmy. I cheered them both in and we all continued to walk as a group as we waited for the rest of the pack to finish the race. Ron finished in 18th place, Chuck in 27th place and Keith in 52nd place. I still didn't know the rest of the team members really well although there were a few others from my grade but they didn't really have a lot of potential.

One freshman was pretty good and he finished in 55th place. He was a Siberian Husky. There was a very good chance he could beat out Chuck and Keith and maybe give Ron a run for his money. I couldn't remember his name but I went up to him, shook his paw and congratulated him. "Great Job Pup." I told him. You would have thought he won the lottery or something. You could see the inside of his ears turn red as he blushed and he mumbled something in his embarrassment, but his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Maybe you can start running with "The Pack" next week."

"Really Sir?" He asked shyly, not making eye contact.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! I'm not some fucking old Geezer that you have to call me Sir." I said laughing, "Adam will do just fine."

"I'm sorry Sir... err... I mean Adam." He said becoming more flustered by the minute. I found it kind of cute.

"By the way, what's your name Pup, I seem to have forgotten it?" I asked.

"Logan Sir... err... I mean Adam." He said again much to his embarrassment.

"Well Logan, I'll talk to Coach Bart about promoting you to running with the big dogs." I said winking at him. "Now keep walking so you get the lactic acid out of your system." He thanked me and walked off. He was awkward in that he was going through that lanky puppy stage where he seemed all arms and legs, but he did have a cute ass. Hey I can't help that I'm a 16 year old pup and my mind always turns to sex.

I continued watching as the others finished. Coach Bart finished in 71st place. I knew he was a better runner than that from the times he had run as a High School and College runner. I had gone to the library and looked up the old newspaper articles on microfiche. He was still out of racing shape since he had just been doing cardio and lifting. Now he seemed serious about getting back in racing shape. He may have been out of racing shape but with the weight lifting and cardio he had been doing he still had a body to die for, not to mention the piece of meat that even in its flaccid state was threatening to burst out of the constraints of his jock. He was panting as he came across the finish line, but his sexy little nub was wagging, excited that he had finally completed the race. "Good job for your first time racing in years." I commented.

"I didn't realize how much I missed racing." Coach replied then started panting again. "I just didn't realize how out of shape I was."

"You're in great shape Coach, you just aren't in racing shape." I added. He was so sexy. With those big muscles he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was so out of place here where most of the runners were just plain ol' skinny and even the ones like us in "The Pack" were just nicely toned. I noticed more than a couple of other furs looking at him with appreciative glances. I figured they were thinking just what I was thinking, that they would give anything for Coach to get into their pants.

"By the way, where'd you finish?" He asked.

"I won. Ran 15:24."

"GREAT!" He said giving me a hug. "I was worried there would be some surprises here. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to catch Sean with the big starting advantage he had. That's why I wanted to run a couple of small races first so you can get a good 5K and 10K time for seeding. If you run in one of the big road races with 1000 or more runners and you have to start from the back, you'd have a hard time catching any of the lead runners. It would probably also add at least a minute to your time. I really want you to be challenged by some of the better runners. You're not gonna get better just beating runners that you're already better than."

"I know Coach. I'd really like to test myself against some elite runners."

"Well there's a big 10K coming up in about a month in Houndstooth, there should be about 1500 runners in that one. I've seen the flyers for it and the reigning Olympic Gold Medalist in the 10K is running. There will be plenty of others that you won't be able to beat yet, but it'll give you a chance to test yourself."

"That will be fun! A big race without pressure to perform." I added enthusiastically.

We continued to walk around while the rest of the runners dribbled across the finish line. As I was walking I noticed that Logan was talking animatedly to two of the other freshmen. I was curious to hear what he was so excited about so I stayed in the crowd and watched and listened. "Yeah, he actually came up and congratulated me." He said to the other two pups, a Rhodesian Ridgeback and a Saluki, almost breathless with excitement.

"You're kidding right?" The Ridgeback said in shocked disbelief.

"No! And he actually came up and shook my paw. Not only that but he said he's gonna tell Coach Bart to let me train with "The Pack"! Logan continued his excitement unabated. I could barely believe what I was hearing, I didn't think it would be such a big deal. The two other pups were impressed and obviously jealous. I didn't go up to him right then, I'm sure it would have embarrassed him if he suspected I heard him talking.

It was soon time for the awards ceremony. The MC was race organizer got up on a makeshift dais. It was a picnic table with some portable steps leading up to it. They did have a microphone and a PA System hooked up to it. He was an older Bloodhound and he had a booming voice even without the speaker. "I'm glad you all came out to support our little race here. We are giving medals for the first three places in each age group and trophies to the first five overall finishers. We'll start with the young pups first, the under 15 year old pups. Third place goes to pup number 306 with a time of 21:48."

A young Elkhound climbed the steps to get his medal to a smattering of polite applause. The MC handed him the medallion, shook his paw and motioned for him to stay up on the table. "Second place goes to pup number 431 with a time of 21:34. The young Ridgeback that I saw talking to Logan eagerly ran up the steps to get his medallion. As he was running up I started a group howl and was joined by the rest of the team. He was presented with his medal and then stood to the side next to the Elkhound. "And first place goes to pup number 430 with a fantastic time of 19:18." Of course it was Logan and he bounded up the steps to get his medal. Of course we gave him a group howl as he made his way up to the "medals stand". I couldn't help thinking how adorable he was and how much he looked up to me.

"Let's have a round of applause for the under 15 age group placers." The MC said and we all clapped as they made their way down from the table. I walked over to the two of them to congratulate them. The Ridgeback did well for his age but he really wasn't ready to run with "The Pack" so I didn't suggest it. Logan was just beaming when I shook his paw.

"I can't believe it! My first race and I won a medal!" He exclaimed as he held his medal up for me to see. It wasn't bragging, it was more of a surprised excitement.

"Well hopefully you didn't use yourself up too much to run with the big dogs tomorrow." I said teasingly.

"No SIR! Honestly I'll keep up if it kills me!" He said in a bit of a panic.

"First off what did I say about the Sir shit. It's Adam. Second I was just pulling your tail a little, you've earned the right to run with us." I said and patted his ass as I walked away. As I patted his ass, my mind wandered to dirty thoughts...

But there was little time to think about that because next the MC announced that he would be calling up the 15-20 age group placers. He called up Joey, then Sean and finally me as the pack did a group howl for each of us. Sean wasn't actually a member of "The Pack" but we all sorta considered him sort of an honorary member, being as he was my cousin. We didn't pay too much attention to the other age group placers since we didn't know them, we finally got to the overall winners and Joey, Sean and I all got trophies. Mine was obviously the biggest, in my opinion far too grand of a trophy for such a small race. They took a picture of us all with me in the middle holding up the big trophy. I just hoped it didn't end up in our newspaper because it would set Wilbur off again. As if he wasn't pissed off all the time as it is.

Logan eagerly came up and wanted to see my trophy. I let him hold it. "One of these days you'll be winning these things." I told him as I tousled his headfur.

"I'll never be as good as you are..." He said shyly.

"You don't know how good you can be until you practice hard and stay at it for a while." I told him. We all got into the bus and Coach drove us home. He dropped Gordon and I off at his house. I left the trophy on the kitchen counter before we went upstairs. We showered up and had an afternoon quicky. While I was pounding away in him I couldn't help but think about Logan's tight little ass. I don't know why but I found his hero worship of me quite a turn on.

Gordon and I slept until his mom called us down for dinner. When we came down she had arranged the trophy as the center piece on the table. A big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs was sitting on the table, along with individual salad bowl. She was just taking a tray of garlic toast out of the broiler. The kitchen smelled marvelous.

"I see you won the race today!" She said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it was just a small race, I would guess about 150 runners. Although my cousin Sean was there. You know, the one that was runner up at state in the 2 mile." I replied.

"Yes I remember him; he's a pretty good runner." She continued.

"Yeah, and he had a big headstart!" Gordon chimed in.

"Why did he get a headstart?" She asked. I explained the situation at the starting line. Then she queried indignantly, "Don't they know who you are?"

"I doubt it, it was my first road race. And the rules are the rules. I'll have to put up with it at the 10K in 2 weeks too. Then I'll have times to get a seeding." I said trying to calm her a bit.

"Well I still think it's wrong..." She added before taking a big bite of garlic toast.

We continued talking until I brought up the topic of Edward. "So how are things going with you and Edward?" I asked.

"Really great! He took me to the opera today. We had a great time. His son seems like such a nice young dog."

I had to work hard to keep a smirk off my muzzle. Joey was my friend but he was the biggest horndog I had ever met. In addition to being Gordon's and my bitch, he seemed to hump a new bitch every week. So instead of a direct response I deflected the conversation. "Did you know he is training with us this summer?"

"Yes Edward told me all about it. Joey seems so excited about it." The rest of dinner went pretty much the same. It was obvious that she was excited about dating Edward. She had been without someone for so long and so had Edward. I really hoped it would work out for both of them.

After dinner Gordon helped his mom clean up while I went up to get some more sleep before I went back to work. It didn't seem long enough when Gordon came up to wake me up for work. I got dressed and ran down to the bakery to clean it up before Wilbur came in at midnight. Work was the usual nightmare, especially when Max and Bubba came in with the newspaper that showed me holding the trophy from yesterdays race. That really honked Wilbur off.

But eventually the night did end and I ran up to Gordon's house to pick him up so we could head over to practice. When I got there Gordon's mom came to the door and told me that Gordon woke up with a fever and wouldn't be going to practice today. So I ran up to the field house by myself. Quite a few pups were already there stretching out, including Logan who's eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. I plopped myself down on the grass next to Logan and started stretch.

"Are you ready to run with the big dogs today?" I asked with a wink.

"Yes SIR! Oops I mean Adam." It was almost funny how much he idolized me. I tousled his headfur and I thought I noticed some movement in his shorts. I looked a little harder and sure enough he had sprung a boner. I just looked at him and smiled. I could see the inside of his ears turn almost purple as he blushed. At 1:00 PM we took off on our training run and Logan did his best to run right beside me. He kept up for the whole run. I was proud of him even though it wasn't one of our faster runs. I said my goodbyes and was about to run home when I felt a slight tug on my shirt. I turned my head and saw that it was Logan.

"What's up pup?" I asked.

"Can I um... Would it be OK... Ummm..."

"Come on pup, spit it out." I said with a chuckle.

"Would it be OK if I ran home with you?" He asked uncertainly.

"I don't think my dad would want me bringing anyone home without permission..." I said trying to hide my embarrassment. I didn't want to bring anyone in our house because we were poor and there was a good chance Wilbur would be drunk and sitting in front of TV passed out in his boxer shorts snoring like a buzz saw.

"I didn't mean come to your house, I hafta run past your house to get to mine, I live near the bottom of Sky Hill." He looked a little dejected as he continued. "I'll understand if you don't want me to..." He said trailing off as he gave me sad puppy eyes. He was so cute like that. He was only about 5' 6" tall so when I hugged him my chin rested on the top of his head.

"Sure you can run with me." I said reassuring him. I pulled him close to me and noticed him starting to stiffen against my thigh. I felt him pull his groin away from my leg and chuckled. I let him go and smirked as he reached a paw into his shorts to "readjust things" in there. We started running home but as we were going past Zeke's woods I veered off saying, "Let's run in here I gotta take a leak." We ran off to a small clearing that had formed when a large Oak had got uprooted in a storm last year. It was completely shielded by brush that had taken advantage of the hole in the forest canopy that had allowed light to penetrate to the forest floor. We went in through a little deer path and I faced the bushes and flopped out my dick to take a piss. I stroked it a few times to get a semi going so it would look bigger, then I peeled my sheath back until the head of my dick was exposed.

As I let out a stream Logan sidled up to me and pulled his puppyhood out. He was obviously just starting to go through puberty and had a raging boner that was all of about 3 1/2 inches long. He peeled it back to reveal a cute little head and he tried to point it down but nothing came out when he did. In the meantime he was staring at my dick out of the corner of his eye. I never think of myself as well endowed because I always compared myself to Coach Bart, but as Gordon always reminds me, my 8 incher was one of the biggest in the school. I knew I was turning him on so I kicked it up a notch and peeled my sheath back until half of my dick was out of it. I think that Logan had completely forgot about pissing himself and was just mesmerized by my dick. I finished pissing and shook my dick a few times to get the piss out before I slid my sheath back over it. Then I turned my attention to Logan.

"Having problems there pup?" I asked. He shrugged his embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed, it happens to all of us. The damn things have a mind of their own." I said with a chuckle.

"It just always seems to get hard lately..." He said his voice trailing off.

"Well it looks like it's not gonna go down until you take care of it." I said, the thought of getting this cut little pup to jerk off in front of me was starting to make me harden.

"What do you mean 'take care of it'?" He asked, obviously confused.

"You know jerk off?" I said. And it hit me that he was so naive that he didn't know about masturbating yet. This was gonna be fun! "Here let me show you." I added as I reached my paw down to his little boner. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a few tugs. I hadn't stroked it three times before it started jerking in my paw and Logan gasped. I grasped the base of his little knot and held it tight while he shot what was obviously the first load of his life into the bushes. I couldn't let his virgin load get wasted so I dropped to my knees and took him into my muzzle while he finished cumming. His seed was thin and watery but delicious.

"What happened?" Logan asked almost in a state of shock as I got to my feet.

"You just had an orgasm, how did it feel?"

"It's the best thing I ever felt in my life!"

I looked down into his eyes and asked, "How would you like to learn more?" I should have felt ashamed of myself for taking advantage of this pup that hero worshiped me, but I was thinking with my dick. I knew he would do anything I asked him to do, and right now I wanted my dick sucked.

"SURE!" He said eagerly.

"I saw how you were looking at my meat while I was taking a piss. Why don't you get down on your knees and take a closer look." I said and I put my paws on his shoulders. I didn't have to push him down to his knees, he went more than willingly. "Go ahead and touch it." I didn't have to tell him twice. He reached up with his tiny little paw and ran it under my boner.

"Wow! It's so big Adam." He exclaimed in awe. I put my large paw around his tiny paw and made it grip my shaft that was still in its sheath, then I started running his paw up and down my shaft. I let go and he kept jerking me off slowly, not really sure of what he was doing. But I was getting off just as much on the fact that he didn't know what he was doing. "I've never touched another dog before, not even one my own age..." He said awe creeping into his voice. "And now I'm touching a real adult stud dog."

"Go ahead and use both hands. Check it all out." I cajoled him, getting him more comfortable with touching my junk and getting his muzzle closer to what would be its final destination. He reached up with his other paw and cupped my balls. He lifted them gently like the was weighing them.

"Wow they're a lot bigger than mine too!" He added. His muzzle was really close to my boner now as he got closer to get a good view of my equipment.

I put my paw behind his head and told him, "Open your muzzle, you need to learn how to suck your big dog's dick."

He opened his muzzle and I guided the head of my cock into it. I think the fact that I had already had his cock in my muzzle allayed any fears he might have had about having a dick in his muzzle. I mean if it was good enough for his hero, he'd probably want to try it. He was completely inexperienced so I had to tell him, "Be careful with the teeth Pup, pull your lips over them." He did and I let him bob his head on my shaft for a moment or so until he got used to it. He took to it like a natural born cocksucker, but I wanted to make sure he knew who was in charge. I gently gripped his ears in my paws and started to gently face fuck him. I looked down into his eyes and I could see him looking up at me, eager to earn my approval. "You're doing great! You really like pleasing your Alpha don't you?' He nodded eagerly without nicking my sensitive flesh with his teeth. In addition to the vigorous nodding his eyes let me know without a shadow of a doubt that he would do anything I asked him to do. All he wanted was my approval. He was so damn cute kneeling in front of me, his innocence was almost palpable.

Every fourth or fifth thrust I tried to get him to take it all the way down his throat. Every time he gagged I pulled back. "Just relax, open your throat up for me." I said it more as a suggestion than as an order but I knew that he would try to do ANYTHING I asked to try to win my approval. Finally on the second try after that I managed to lodge my big boner in his throat without him gagging. I pushed it all the way in until his lips were resting against my pubes. I held his head in that position, my bone lodged in his throat for a moment, just to show him who was in charge. I pulled back for a moment to let him catch a breath then I slowly worked it back down his throat, his throat muscles gently working over my corona. I pulled back because I was getting close and I didn't want to cum quite yet. I pulled it all the way out and he looked up at me in disappointment.

"Don't worry we aren't done yet." I said as I tried to regain my composure. Logan's long tongue snaked out and started licking the head so I had to push him back out of tongue range. He whimpered but I held him away for about 15 seconds before I pulled his muzzle back over my boner. This time I was a little more aggressive as I face fucked him. His eyes were starting to water as I rammed it in and out of his throat. I wasn't going to last much longer so I grabbed the base of my knot as I thrust as deeply down his throat as I could. His eyes bulged a bit but he didn't pull back as my balls jumped and started emptying straight down his throat. I sent a couple of spurts down his throat, then backed out and put three or four spurts into his muzzle so he could get a good taste of what a real dog tasted like. I pulled out and painted his face with the rest of it.

He licked everything that he could reach with his tongue as he was eager for more of my spooge. I put my paw under his chin and lifted his muzzle up until he was looking me in the eyes. "How do you like being my subby little bitch?"

"It was GREAT Sir!"

"Well there's one more thing you need to learn."

"What's that Sir?"

"The proper way to take care of your big dog. Are you ready to lose your cherry?" From the look he gave me it was obvious he had no idea what I was talking about. This was gonna be fun. "You know, when I fuck your sweet little virgin tailhole."

His eyes got big and he replied, "But it's so big, won't that hurt like heck?"

"It will hurt a little at first, but don't you think that's a small price to pay for 'running with the big dogs'?" I asked. He nodded uncertainly. "Besides after you get used to it you'll be begging me for it. Don't worry I've got plenty of experience with this, you'll love it. On you knees pup." I ordered.

He immediately dropped to his knees and I got behind him to start rimming and stretching him to prep him for his "cherryectomy". My tongue darted out and laved his sensitive tailhole. He gasped and asked in shock, "What are you doing?"

"It's called rimming and I'm getting you nice and lubed up so I'll slide in nice and easy. Just relax, it'll feel great," I replied then really went to town on his tailhole. It only took a few seconds before he was moaning like a French Poodle. I reached under him to check his sheath and he was already hard as a rock. I took a moment to take his little marbles into my muzzle and roll them around with my tongue. I went back to rimming him then I proceeded to stick my middle finger into his tailhole. I managed to get it in to the first knuckle before he gasped. "Just relax." I ordered as I paused with just that much of my finger in him.

I reached up with my left paw and started stroking his sheath up and down his little cocklet, which completely took his mind off of what I was doing with his tailhole. Sloooooly I worked my finger in until I could reach his prostate. I rubbed it with the tip of my finger and he gasped as his puphood jerked in my other paw. "What was that!" He asked in shock.

"I told you it would feel good. If you think that felt good, wait until you feel my big dick running across it." I said as I added a second finger while he was distracted. His tight little hole clenched around my fingers, but when I rubbed his prostate again his tailhole opened wide wanting more. "On your back pup, I wanna see your face when I take your cherry."

Deflowering someone was something that never gets old. I guess it's the combination of being the first one in them and introducing them to feelings they've never felt before. But I had never topped someone so naive and innocent before. I put his knees over my shoulders, I wanted to be able to keep him immobile; then I spit on my paw to lube myself up a bit and aimed it right at his pucker. He was tight, but instead of saying something to him I used what I learned before and started stroking his sheath with my left hand. As soon as I felt his pucker relax I pushed and the head of my dick popped in. I grinned with the thought that I had just taken his cherry.

"Please take it out it hurts!" He begged as he panicked. He struggled a bit and tried to get away but with his knees over my shoulders I was able to keep my dickhead in his tight little hole.

I just held it steady, letting him get used to it before I made my next move. "Just relax pup. You'll find out pretty soon there's nothing like having your Alpha deep inside you. I thought you wanted to please me."

"I do Sir. It's starting to hurt less."

"See I told you so." I said as I eased another inch into him. "I'm proud of you, you're taking it like a big dog." I praised him as I eased a couple more inches into him. He grimaced slightly but didn't say another word. I put my paw under his chin and lifted it up to kiss him. This was enough of a distraction that I was able to slide the last four inches into his hot tight no longer virginal hole. My low hangers swung gently until they came to rest against his ass. I pulled away from the kiss to let him concentrate on what it felt like to be fully impaled by his Alpha. "How does it feel to have a big Alpha Dog deep inside you pup?"

"It feels great! I would never have believed that dogs did this to each other."

"Wrong! We won't do this to each other. It's just the Alpha Dogs that do this to their pups. And no one else needs to know that we're doing it. UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes Sir."

"This is just our little secret!" I said and then I pulled most of the way out and then slowly pushed it all the way back in. He was loosening up pretty good as I slowly picked up speed. Soon I was hammering away at his little tail hole, my big dog cock hammering away at his tight little puppy ass. I pulled his muzzle toward mine, giving him what I was sure was his first real kiss. I mashed my lips against his, but he obviously didn't know what to do. I ran my tongue between his lips and tried to force it into his muzzle. He resisted a little but soon I had forced my tongue into his muzzle and was having my way with his tongue.

It didn't take long until he was catching on and soon he was sucking on my tongue. I pounded his tight little hole and forced my tongue down his throat at the same time. I could feel him moaning on my tongue when my big dick rammed into his prostate again and again.

Finally I was getting close so I started on the short sharp thrusts that would seat my knot deep in him as it started to expand. My big knot put constant pressure on his prostate and he started to cum again as I jammed it in him to mark him as my pup. I could hold back no longer as my knot became immobilized in his ass. I cried out, "You're mine pup!" as my balls jumped and my cock erupted with torrents of hot cum into his warm velvety opening.

And then I woke up. Gordon had a strangle hold on my knot as he tried to suck my balls out through my dick. I had dreamed the whole thing. Gordon was eagerly sucking down my huge load. As I became fully awake I started to feel guilty. I know it was just a dream but I felt like I had been cheating on Gordon.

Gordon sensed that something was bothering me. "What's wrong Adam?"

"Nothings wrong. I'm just a little bit disoriented being woke up like this." I lied. But it seemed enough of an explanation to satisfy him. The unfortunate thing was that I needed to get up and head down to the bakery for my normal 10 PM start time, but all the way down I couldn't shake the guilt of cheating on Gordon...