In My Wildest Dreams Ch. 16 Takin' Care of Business and Workin' Overtime
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The school year is ending but life isn't getting easier for Adam. But at least he has Gordon to help keep him sane.
In My Wildest Dreams Ch. 16 Takin' Care of Business and Workin' Overtime
We all got dressed and we all got into Chuck's Jeep for the ride home. They were all still talking to Ron about what it was like to get a piece. Gordon and I just listened to them while passing knowing smiles to each other. I threw a couple of questions at Ron, just to make the rest of "The Pack" think that I was interested in sex with bitches. Gordon didn't say much of anything but they would just take his silence as his natural shyness. I had planned on going over to Gordon's to study for our finals after I grabbed a couple of things at my house.
"What time are you coming over?" Gordon asked
"As soon as I grab a few things I'll head over to your house. Why don't you take my books so I don't have to carry them to your house?" I answered.
"Sure, my Mom is home so she will have dinner ready for us."
"Cool! That'll save me from having to grab something when I get home." I said as we pulled up to Gordon's house. He grabbed my backpack and walked into his house.
Chuck then dropped me off at my house and I ran in to get my stuff so I could head back to Gordon's house. I knew I was in trouble when Wilbur met me at the door, a beer in hand, and from his glassy eyed look it definitely was NOT his first of the day.
Where the FUCK have you been?" He demanded cantankerously.
"Lifting at the field house after school." I replied, unsure of why he was angry.
"I thought track season was over." He said getting more agitated by the moment.
"It is but we're starting to train for Cross Country season." I continued starting to get a bit agitated myself.
"Don't give me that fucking tone of voice you little bastard. Why didn't you come straight home from school so you could work at the bakery?" He snarled.
"The bakery wasn't open today, I don't clean on Monday." I said confused. I guessed maybe he was too drunk to remember that morsel of information.
"What does that have to do with the fuckin' price of tea in China. You're working for free the next two weeks, so I expect you to be down there every night until 10 PM this week cleaning."
"But I'm supposed to study for my finals tonight with Gordon."
"I'm sick of that little tailraiser too! I bet you just wanna go over there so he can suck your little dick."
I knew for a fact that my "little dick" was quite a bit bigger than his since I'd once come down to use the john to find him drunk and strokin his bone while watching a porno. He was lucky if he had 6 inches. Not much of a knot either. I didn't respond to the Gordon comment, since he had no reason to believe that it was true. I knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of me. "I've gotta study for my finals, they're all on Wednesday and Thursday!"
"That sounds like your problem, I don't care how late you stay up studying as long as you work until 10 at the bakery." He said with a smirk. "Besides a big track star like you won't need an academic scholarship anyway."
He was drunk enough that he didn't care if I saw that he hoped I got a B in one of my subjects so I would be out of the running for Valedictorian. I wasn't really that worried about myself, I usually didn't study much for finals anyway. Gordon needed me to help him study, but I sure couldn't tell Wilbur that. I tried to think of something, but nothing came to my mind. Finally I said, "Let me grab something to eat and call Gordon so he knows I won't be over."
"You should have thought of that before you took your time getting home. You can eat something when you get home and I don't give a flying fuck if Gordon knows you aren't coming over or not." He growled, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
I knew it did no good to argue so I just went back out the door and ran down to the Bakery. As soon as I got in the door I called Gordon and explained what had happened. His response was "That dirty Motherfucker! How does he expect you to keep your grades up?"
"He would be thrilled to death if I got a B in something so I wouldn't be the Valedictorian." I replied with a little venom.
"Well I'm coming down. Did you eat anything?" Gordon asked with a little concern.
"No, I told Wilbur that I would give you a call and grab something to eat before I left and he told me I should have got home sooner if I wanted to get something to eat. Plus there is no reason for you to come down, he want's me to work until 10 pm. I'm sure he's got a few of his cop friends driving around to see that I don't leave early. If I leave early, no matter how much work I get done he'll be pissed. He's doing this to punish me for doing good at State."
"He is such a DICK! But we don't have to leave early, we'll clean for a couple of hours, with the two of us we'll get twice as much work done, then we can study for the last two hours. I'll have my mom drive me down there and we can bring some of the fried chicken and mac and cheese that she made."
"OK, if you really want to." I agreed. I really wanted to help Gordon study. He had been doing better in school since we had been together and I had been helping him. He was really just learning how to study, so I didn't want him to blow his grades after working so hard. His mom dropped him off at the corner and he made sure there were no cop cars around, then he ran to the back door where I let him in. His mom had packed us a big bag of fried chicken, four pieces for each of us and a big bowl of mac and cheese. We polished that off then got to work. Wilbur had given me a list of things he wanted done this week. First on the list was cleaning all the refrigerators and freezers. Once we finished that we cleaned behind the oven and the proof box, then drained and filled the donut fryer. By working together for two hours we had done more than I would have been able to in 5 or 6 hours.
We got out the books and went over our subjects for our finals. Gordon wasn't good about guessing what would be on the test so in the past he tried to study everything and would just get overwhelmed. I was helping him learn what to study and what to ignore. We studied until 10 pm when his mother drove past the bakery and honked her horn before driving around the block one more time. Gordon grabbed all our stuff, went out the back door and ran to the corner just in time to meet his mom as she finished circling the block.
I looked out the front door to the parking lot to see one of the cop cars waiting there watching for me to leave. It was Wilbur's newest best friends, the biggest cops in town. Max was a huge Harlequin Great Dane who was slightly over 7 feet tall and about 320 lbs, his partner Bubba was a St. Bernard that was only slightly shorter at 6' 10" but was 350 lbs of solid muscle. They usually cruised the roughest sections of town and even the baddest dudes there didn't want any part of them. I'm sure they would report back to Wilbur that it was after 10 pm when I left the bakery. Once I locked up, they started the squad car and and took off which made it easy for me to hop in Gordon's mom's car without being seen.
"I can't believe that Mongrel!" Gordon's mom spat as I got in the back seat. "Doesn't he have any sense? How does he expect you to keep your grades up if he doesn't give you time to study?"
"He'd be thrilled if my grades dropped, then he would have an excuse to make me quit Track and Cross Country. Don't worry ma'am, I've got a solid A in all my courses. I'll be OK."
"One of these days he's gonna get what's coming to him." She added. "Where do you want me to drop you off at Adam?"
"If it's OK with you, I'd like to hang at your place for an hour or so to relax a bit." I asked.
"Adam, you're always welcome at our house. I don't know how you survive over there." She stated. She didn't say much more on the way home, but I could tell she was still fuming over what happened. Gordon was riding in the front seat and I was kinda hiding in the backseat just to make sure Wilbur's cop friends didn't see me. We soon got to Gordon's house and I helped him carry our books and stuff into the house. We both went into the bathroom to clean up a bit and when we came out his mom called us into the kitchen. She had made each of us a hot fudge sundae. We sat in the kitchen eating it.
"Why aren't you eating one too?" I asked.
"Well I don't run 10 miles a day, so if I want to have any chance of attracting a dog I need to be careful what I eat." She replied.
"Any dog would be lucky to find a bitch like you ma'am. You're beautiful inside and out." I said in complete sincerity. She didn't reply but was obviously embarrassed. "Maybe you'll meet someone when you take Gordon to the County All Sports Banquet."
"What Banquet?" She asked.
"Didn't Gordon tell you about it?" I asked.
"No I haven't asked mom yet, we were too busy figuring out what to do about studying tonight." Gordon interjected.
"Well ma'am it's sorta a father/son banquet this Sunday, but Coach Bart said that it would be alright for you to take Gordon." I continued.
"Don't tell me that that mongrel is taking you." She snorted in disbelief.
"Nah, I didn't even ask Wilbur. Coach Bart volunteered to take me, he said I really should go. He wouldn't tell my why, but he seemed to think it was important for me to go."
"I'm supposed to work Sunday evening, but I'll see if I can rearrange my hours." She said, obviously trying to figure out how to rearrange her schedule.
We finished our sundaes and Gordon's mom went into the living room to watch her favorite sitcom "The Bitch Is Back" while Gordon and I went up to his room. It sounded like she had the volume up higher than she usually did. We chuckled because we both figured it was so she wouldn't have to hear what we were up to. We walked into Gordon's room, locked the door and immediately shed our clothes. Gordon dropped to his knees and grinned up at me, while he caressed my stones. My cock was pointing true north the red tip sticking out of my sheath like the red arrow at the end of a compass needle. And I was sure it would soon point the way home.
Gordon peeled back my sheath to get at the thing he desired more than anything else in the world. It was such an ego booster having the one you love on his knees in front of you, unabashedly worshiping you. He took me into his muzzle, his eyes gazing up, begging for my approval. I caressed his ears as he did everything he could to please me. "That's a good pup!" I praised him as I looked down on my personal cocksucker. I don't use that as an insult and Gordon wouldn't consider it one. The only thing he liked better than sucking my cock was getting fucked by my cock.
But I didn't want to cum in his muzzle today, I had other plans. "On the bed and on your back Pup!" I ordered much to his delight. I got into 69 position and Gordon eagerly took me back into his muzzle. I snaked my tongue into his sheath gently stretching it and lubricating it. When I had it nice and juicy I pulled out of Gordon's mouth and crawled down his body until my dickhead was at the opening of his sheath. Using both paws I stretched his sheath enough to get the head of my dick into it then Gordon reached down and held his sheath in place as I slowly worked my way into it. It was a good thing that sheath's have a lot of elasticity so Gordon wasn't in pain. The only place where it gets tight is at the opening, which I was hoping to take advantage of later.
Gordon kept his hand gripped around his sheath to hold it in place while I started to fuck it. It felt so good sharing Gordon's sheath, both of us rock hard inside its warm clingy wetness. Feeling his rock hard shaft underneath mine as I thrust against it, knowing that I was the one that made him hard was such a turn on. I was a horny as fuck, so I was already down to the short strokes. I could feel his knot starting to form, it was making his sheath tighter at the base of my dickhead. I wasn't going to last much longer and I didn't try to hold back. I was starting to knot up inside his sheath and Gordon intensified that by gripping the base of my knot. Soon both of us exploded and as my load was blasting out of my cock I could feel Gordon's seed spurting through his shaft in the opposite direction. My knot was caught inside the opening of Gordon's sheath and plugging it up so none of our seed could get out. Soon we were both panting and we rolled over on our sides. It wasn't the most romantic tie I've ever had but it was kind of unique.
Gordon released his grip on his sheath but my knot was keeping us tied together. We lay there our seed continuing to mix in his sheath. Because of his sheaths elasticity it didn't do a lot to stimulate my knot so it wasn't long before my knot started to come down. Gordon grabbed his sheath as I started to pull out so our spooge didn't go all over the place. I finished pulling out, turned around and lay down facing him. I gave him a good long kiss, our tongues writhing against each other. When we broke off we looked at each other and grinned. We both bent down until we could both reach his sheath. He slowly relaxed his grip and we both lapped up our combined cum as it leaked out.
It was a heady mix of semen, dominance and submission pheromones mixing causing a synergy that made it much more stimulating than either of them alone. We continued licking as it oozed out for the next couple of minutes. When we were done we went back to kissing, which was also made more interesting by the taste of our spooge still coating our muzzles. We just held each other until it was time for me to go home. We got dressed and headed downstairs so I could leave. Gordon's mom's sitcom was just finishing up and as we walked past she wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes at us.
"Good Night Ma'am." I said politely, then, "Thanks again for dinner and the ride."
"Don't mention it. It's just a shame it was necessary." She replied.
I kissed Gordon and we said our goodbyes inside the door. It would have been stupid to do it on the porch, someone might be able to see. It was a shame we had to hide our love from each other, but even with that, being with him made me the happiest I had ever been in my life. We decided that we would do the same thing again tomorrow.
I ran down to the house and let myself in with my key. I could hear the TV on in the living room and as I walked through it to take a last piss before I went to bed I saw Wilbur passed out on the couch. He was in his robe, which was open, his flaccid dick hanging down over his thigh. On the coffee table in front of him was a pyramid of 15 beer cans and two extras laying on their sides. There was no way I had to worry about him waking up before morning. I wondered how many beers it would take to get alcohol poisoning.
I pissed then went back up to my room. I wasn't horny after my little session over at Gordons, but as I lay on my bed I fantasized about getting to stay over at Coach Bart's after the Banquet. What I wouldn't give to be able to surrender myself to that big dobie. To have him there to protect me and to love me... That was the last thing I remembered before drifting off.
I woke in the morning, got my shower, made a couple of eggs for breakfast then ran out the door just in time to catch the bus. Gordon was waiting for me on the bus in our usual seat. Fortunately the novelty of the State meet was wearing off, only a couple of the pups chanted "Adam, Adam" when I got on the bus and since the others didn't join in it died pretty quickly. We went into the cafeteria and everything was normal except for Ron and Sheila standing in the corner sucking face. I yelled over to Ron, "Get A Room!" His reply was to glance over at me without coming up for air and flipping me the bird. We all laughed and then got around to quizzing each other about the finals we had coming up.
Nothing much happened the rest of the day. I decided to go to lift, the only reason Wilbur wanted me to go in early on Monday was that the bakery was closed. There would be no reason to go in before 5 pm since it didn't close until then on business days. Besides Wilbur would be napping since he had to go in at 11 pm.
When I got into the weight room I took my frustration out on the weights. Which was a good thing, I wanted to concentrate on my upper body this year, hopefully adding strength and endurance without adding too much bulk. I especially wanted to work on my abs and arms, hopefully that would help me make my finishing kick even stronger. Besides it was obvious that coach Bart has been working out, maybe if I get more buff he'll have a harder time resisting me.
When we got in the showers the rest of the guys had more questions for Ron of what it was like to get a piece. He was now somewhat of an authority on all things sexual to them, which I found terribly amusing. They had no idea that Gordon and I were getting sex on a much more regular basis than Ron, although they probably wouldn't be interested in our kind of sex.
After our showers we piled into Chuck's Jeep. He dropped Gordon off first and then instead of dropping me off at home he dropped me off at the Bakery. I walked in at a quarter to five. My mom was behind the counter consolidating the last of the baked goods onto a single tray. It looked like we had had a pretty good day if that's all that was left. She looked up when she heard the door open as I walked in.
"Adam!" She called to me as she came out from behind the counter. Se hugged me and said, "I've barely seen you for the last couple of days."
"Well I got home late last night because I had to study for my finals after I got done from here at 10." I replied. I wasn't able to keep the irritation out of my voice.
"That was part my fault honey. Originally Wilbur was only going to make you work until nine. I asked him if you could only work until eight since it was the last week of school and that you needed to study for your finals. Well he blew a gasket and screamed at me, 'You're always sticking up for that fucking ungrateful little bastard. Just for that he's working 'til 10 every night. The little bastard cost me a bundle and he's gonna pay for it.' When he started using language like that I knew if I argued it would only make it worse for you. I'm sorry."
That made me feel even worse now. I'm sure Wilbur was taking it out on her too. I don't know why she puts up with his crap, although I'm sure she is a little afraid of leaving with 3 kids. If it was just me and my sister Lynn she would only have to tough it out for a couple of years until we graduated. But 2 years ago she had a pup to Wilbur so now there is a young pup for her to think about. To be honest that was about the time when things really started to go bad. Before Marie came along Wilbur actually paid some attention to Lynn and I, but as soon as he had a pup of his own he started treating us like shit. Of course Marie can do no wrong.
"Don't worry about it Mom, I'll be OK. If his mom allows can I spend the night at Gordon's house so we can get some extra studying in?" I asked
"Sure, I'll get you clothes ready so you can swing by on the way home and pick them up on your way to Gordon's." She replied. "I'm really glad you finally have a friend to spend some time with. Gordon seems like such a nice pup." Soon it was 5 pm and she gathered up the cash for the day and put it in the bank bag to drop it in the drop box. I had told Gordon to give it to at least 5:15 before he showed up. Like clockwork he knocked on the back door at 5:15. His mom had packed us 4 Tupperware bowls of food for dinner. One had 6 pork chops, another had mashed potatoes, a third smaller one had gravy and the last had buttered corn. There were a few rolls left over that hadn't been sold so I grabbed them and a couple of plates, forks and knives. We couldn't sit at the lunch counter because if any of Wilbur's cop friends came by they would be able to see us from the street and I'm sure that they would report it to Wilbur. So grabbed a small card table and some folding chairs and we ate in the back room. For desert I found some cherry cheese cake squares that also hadn't been sold, then it was time to get to work.
We got out the list and went down it cleaning nonstop for two hours. A lot of the stuff could be done more than twice as fast with two pups than with one so by 7:30 we had more than enough work done to convince Wilbur that I had worked the whole time. Then we broke out the books. We only worried about the subjects that we had finals in tomorrow which were Algebra II, Literature, Biology and Health.
Gordon was feeling much more confident now that he was figuring out what to study. By the time 10 pm rolled around we were done studying. Gordon gathered up our stuff and I grabbed a bag and put the rest of the stuff that didn't sell into it to snack on tonight and tomorrow at school. I let Gordon out the back and then I went out the front door. Max and Bubba were just pulling into the parking lot. Most of the other cops knew me and liked me, but these two had just started working the midnight shift a couple of weeks ago and I hadn't worked this past weekend because I was at the State Meet. They glared at me somewhat and that made me nervous. I hurried around the corner and as soon as I was out of their sight I hopped into Gordon's mom's car that was waiting at the curb. I lay down on the back seat so none of the cops would see me and we drove off.
"Hi Adam." Gordon's mom said cheerfully. "Where do you want me to drop you off?"
"Mom can Adam spend the night at out house?" Gordon asked. I was glad he did since I would have felt embarrassed asking.
"I don't see why not. As long as you don't keep each other up all night long." She replied, rolling her eyes as she spoke the last sentence.
"Great! Can you stop at the house and let me pick up my school clothes."
"Sure, that wouldn't be a problem at all." She replied. In a few minutes she was parked in front of my house and I ran to the house. My mom had the clothes on the front porch in a gym bag, so I didn't even have to go into the house to get them. I grabbed them and ran back to the car and we took off for Gordon's house.
When we got there I grabbed the left over baked goods and my clothes and followed Gordon and his mom into the house. There were half a dozen brownies among the baked goods I brought home from the bakery. Our brownies were really good, they were a gooey brownie with a layer of peanut butter on them then topped with chocolate frosting. Gordon's mom put two of them at the bottom of a bowl for each of us then added a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream and then hot fudge on top. Then she topped it with whipped cream and a cherry.
It was delicious and after we finished we went up to Gordon's room. Fortunately Gordon had a Queen size bed, unlike the twin bed I had in my room. Despite the fact that he was from a single parent family now, Gordon had some nice stuff. Even though his dad had been a jerk, he hadn't been stingy with his money and he had made a lot of it. His bed was way more comfortable than mine too, there weren't any places where the springs were about to poke through like on mine.
I had never really thought about how poor we were, especially since Wilbur started his own bakery a couple of years ago. Wilbur was a great baker, but he was a lousy businessman. That plus the fact that since it was a new business nearly all the profits were being reinvested into the business didn't leave much in the way of discretionary spending. One time I had checked out Wilbur's tax return when he got drunk and passed out while he was working on it. Our family was making well below the poverty level for a family of 5. I got paid half of minimum wage because the other half was supposed to be my contribution to the household, but I also had to buy all my own clothes and anything I wanted other than food. That didn't leave me much spending money, but I had just figured that was how everybody lived. I had never been to any of my friends houses other than Gordon's, I wondered if all of them had more than me.
We got undressed and got in bed together. This was gonna be a real treat, we usually didn't get to spend the whole night together. For a while we just lay muzzle to muzzle on the bed sensuously kissing each other while we gently rubbed our cocks against each others. We whispered sweet nothings to each other about how much we loved each other. Soon the passion started to rise and Gordon rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him. We started thrusting more urgently against each other, while our kissing got more passionate. He was sucking on my tongue like he was giving it a blowjob, which was making me even more horny.
Our thrusting had worked our members out of their sheaths and we were skin to skin. I could even feel the veins on his throbbing cock as I took the lead in thrusting against him. I could feel his balls as mine almost sensuously caressed them. We were both spurting copious amounts of precum, his filled with submissive pheromones which raised my level of urgency to mark him as my property. I'm sure my dominance pheromones were increasing his level of submissiveness and also the intensity of his enjoyment. I could feel him moan around my tongue as his breath started to quicken, his thrusting up against me intensifying almost to desperation. My knot was starting to form, my sheath bunched up around the base of it creating enough pressure to cause it to swell even more rapidly along with pressure against the back of my knot from rubbing across Gordon's knot.
Gordon was the first to cum, he grunted and then his dick started jerking under mine as spurting onto his belly, my thrusts continuing to stimulate him further. Just knowing that I had made him cum was enough to push me over the edge too. My nuts slammed up against my body as my seed exploded through my member to join Gordon's which was already pooling on his abs. After a few spurts I collapsed on top of him, right on top of all our sticky spooge. It matted our fur together as we lay there panting.
After a minute or two I rolled off of him and we started licking the sticky cum off of each other. I was the lucky one, since Gordon had been on the bottom most of the goo was on him, so I got to lick up the lion's share. After we had each other relatively clean, I lay on my side and pulled him close to me. We hugged and kissed for a moment, then I whispered in his ear, "I love you Pup."
"I love you too Daddy." he whispered in a little puppy voice as he buried his muzzle in my chest fur. I gently rubbed his ears and thought about how much I loved him. He was everything I could want in a beta. He loved me, probably even more than he loved himself. He followed me unconditionally, he even pretty much worshiped me. At times I didn't feel worthy of this kind of adoration. I especially felt guilty about the fact that I desperately wanted Coach Bart too. Part of me really NEEDED a big dog to take charge, to love me and protect me. Someone that let me feel like a pup once in a while. And when I thought about it it made me feel like a heel.
It had the result of making me hold Gordon even closer to me. He murred quietly as I held him possessively. We fell asleep for about an hour. I dreamed that I was getting a wonderful BJ from Gordon only to wake and find it wasn't a dream. He was bent over my rod, lovingly worshiping my eight inches of dog flesh. I rubbed his ears while his tongue worked me over. He looked up at me with big puppy eyes and asked, "Will you make love to me." How could I refuse?
I turned him around so his back was against my chest, hooked my paw behind his knee and lifted it up and out, leaving him wide open. He lifted his tail out of the way and I took a couple of exploratory thrusts until I found his little pucker. When I did I gently put pressure on it and slowly his hole eased open to accept my doghood. "Oh Adam, I need it so bad." He moaned as I slid all the way into him.
I rested in him for a second, then started to slowly and tenderly work my way in and out of him, my whole mind concentrating on what his velvety rectum felt like. I changed angles several times, the sensitive flesh enjoying every inch of his colon. "You're such a precious pup, I really don't deserve a pup as good as you." I said and meant it as my member caressed him from the inside.
"Don't say that, you mean everything to me. You've made my life worth living, you're the only one who believed in me. I didn't even believe in me." He replied. "You're the only one that's ever made me happy..." He said then he moaned again as I poked his prostate. "Plus you've got the best dick I've ever had..." He continued with a chuckle.
"It better be the only one you've ever had pup!" I said in mock sternness. He just giggled as I continued to make love to him. For a change I was thinking with my heart instead of my balls, but the result was still the same. This time I wanted to show him how much I loved him. I wanted to tie with my pup and fill him with my seed to mark him so he would know I wanted him. And thinking of that was what it took to help me head toward my climax as I slowly worked my way into him. My knot was growing fast and I worked it back against his sphincter on each backstroke, each gentle thrust was running right across his prostate. Which finally sent him over the edge, which pulled me with him. All I could think about is claiming this pup that I loved as mine as I shot deep inside him.
As we came down from our orgasms I pulled him possessively to my chest and licked his ear to sooth him. We lay there for about 10 minutes in silence as I pulsed into him when I noticed by his rhythmic breathing that he was asleep. I whispered in his ear "I love you Pup" even though he was asleep. And it was the last thing I remembered as I also fell into the powerful grasp of Morpheus.
We woke up with Gordon still in my arms, my morning wood pressed tightly against him. Unfortunately there wasn't time to do much. We got up and got in the shower together. We lathered each other up, then with our soapy paws we jerked each other off. We were facing each other so we shot our loads on each others junk. After we got out Gordon grabbed a spray bottle of stuff with a label that just read THE Stuff.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's something that my dad left here. It's been here for a while but I just tried it the other day. It's a high end fur product that keeps your coat from tangling and repels water and dirt. Dad only bought the best." He said as he started spraying THE Stuff all over his coat and started brushing it through. "It makes the brush just slide right through and leaves a nice shine to your coat."
I picked up the bottle and read it. It listed it's selling points.
Coat Conditioner
Cuts Grooming Time
Tangle Remover & Preventer
Repels Dirt, Dust and Urine
pH controlled/Acid Balanced
Non Toxic/Hypoallergenic
For All Breeds
"What the hell, I'll give it a try too." I told Gordon as I started spraying it on me and brushing it through. We both got into the high speed dryer. It was a tight fit but it saved time. Our bodies brushed together as we got buffeted by the high speed air, well mainly our cocks which of course were sticking out again since we were so close together. We would have to just let them go down on their own since there was no time to bring things to a rapid conclusion. Gordon's mom had breakfast of omelets, hash browns and toast ready for us, and we wolfed them down like any hungry teen would do. We chased them down with big glasses of milk and ran out the door with our book bags to catch our bus.
When we got to school everyone was nervous because it was the first day of finals. Well I guess I should say everyone except me. I always did well on finals and this time because I was helping Gordon study I had actually studied a lot more than I usually did. Our first final of the day was our Modern Literature final. I was the first one to turn in my test, so I had 20 minutes to kill until the bell rang. I got out my health notes and started to go over them again just to pass the time. I didn't really need to, I knew all the material anyway. Gordon was the fifth pup to turn in his test and as he walked back to his desk he gave me the two thumbs up. Soon the bell rang and we all rushed out the door. Since this was not a class that was all geeks, only about a quarter of the students discussed the questions that stumped them.
"How do you think you did Pup?" I asked Gordon.
"I know I got all the completion right, and I think I did pretty good on the essay. You guessed right, how'd you know that she was gonna ask that question as the essay?"
"She always likes the compare and contrast essays and those were the two main authors in this unit, it was pretty obvious she was gonna ask it." I said with a smirk on my muzzle. I whispered in his ear in the din of the hall, "You owe me a blowjob for that."
"Like you would have to win a bet to get a BJ offa me." He whispered back. The rest of the day followed the same pattern, and by the third test I had never seen Gordon's confidence so high. We were really ready by the time it came to lift, all of that mental stress needed some physical activity to release the tension.
When we got to the field house to work out we were met there by Coach Bart.
"Do you guys mind if I work out with you?" He asked, his blue eyes almost sparkling in the sunlight. "Before we got the new weights I always lifted with my own in my basement."
"That would be GREAT!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. Coach had never actually lifted with us before, during the season he only coached and supervised us as we lifted. I couldn't wait to see his awesome body when he was all pumped up from lifting. He went through my workout with me and Gordon, although he was using at least twice the weight I was using. He was only wearing a baggy pair of relatively short gym trunks and you could tell by the movement in them that he wasn't wearing a jock.
In the past we just had a universal gym weight machine, but after track season an anonymous donor had given us a whole set of free weights. Even though he had wanted to keep it quiet, we found out from Sheila that it was Joe from the pizza shop that had given it to us. He had gone all out too. There was a full set of hex dumbbells from 5 lbs to 120 lbs and a bunch of incline and decline benches to use them on. He also paid to get mirrors on the walls so you could watch your form as you lifted. He bought 2 Olympic weight sets with a regular bench and a Smith machine. Finally he bought a leg press machine that used Olympic weights and Nautilus machines for leg extensions and leg curls. He must have spent a fortune on it and he didn't want any credit for it. The Pack and Sheila were the only ones that knew of his generosity here at the school, and it made us realize what a really cool dog Joe was.
A couple of times when Coach was laying on the bench doing Butterflies I could see up his baggy shorts. His huge flaccid cock was draped over his thigh and those big full balls were almost dangling out of the shorts. I would give anything to drain those balls with either of my orifices. I was having a hard time concentrating on my lifting. After we were done with our workout Coach said, "Adam can you spot for me while I try to max out on the bench press? I usually can't try to max out at home since I don't have a spotter."
He loaded up the bar until it was 340 lbs. I stood at the front of the bench, my legs spread a little for balance in case I had to help him control the weight. Coach lay on his back and I realized he could see up my shorts, but unlike him I had my jock on. He lay on the bench contemplating the lift and I was almost convinced he was contemplating what I had in my jock because I could see his cock come to life in his baggy shorts. Finally he gripped the bar, and lifted it off of the rack, lowering it to his chest. Then he strained to push it up. Every fucking muscle in his arms, chest and abs were pumped up to the point that they looked like they were going to explode as the bar inched up to the rack. He looked so fucking hot as he racked the bar that I almost came in my jock watching.
"Wow Coach, that was awesome!" I exclaimed as he sat up. The rest of The Pack joined in, and then Chuck started a group howl. Coach Bart stood up and took an exaggerated bow. He was now hotter than I had ever seen him. He had been getting more buff as the year went on and now he had a major pump on. I had a muscle in my jock that was all pumped up, despite my best efforts to will it down.
After the group howl coach spoke up and asked, "Are any of you pups going to the County All Sport Banquet?"
"What the hell is that Coach?" Keith asked.
"It's a father/son banquet for all the athletes in the county that lettered in a sport, which means all of you qualified. They announce all the lettermen in every sport from every school in the county. Plus there are other various awards given out too. I really think you all will enjoy it."
"Cool! Let's all go!" Jimmy called out.
"How's Gordon gonna go, his dad skipped town?" Chuck asked.
"My mom's gonna take me..." Gordon said uncertainly. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed.
"Gordon, don't worry it's cool that your mom's taking you. What's more important is you're one of The Pack." Ron said sensing Gordon's embarrassment.
"And you're a damn good runner that deserves to go." Coach Bart added.
I didn't want to bring up the fact that neither of my parents were going to take me. Not many of pups, not even The Pack members other than Gordon knew what my situation was really like. All they knew was that I had to work a lot. They didn't know how poor we were or how much of a dick my stepfather was. And I wanted it to stay that way.
We all hopped in the shower. It was soooo hard not to bone up in the shower with Coach all pumped up. It was even worse in the shower because his wet slicked down fur showed every contour of his cut hard body. Damn I'd give anything if he would just bend me over and take me. Even better if he would just throw me over his shoulder and carry me away from the nightmare my home was becoming and into his bed. I wished he would tie with me, then hold me tightly and protectively like only a big dobie could. Like I did with Gordon, why couldn't I have someone to love and protect me?
The routine pretty much held until Friday, which was the last day of school and the first night I had to work with Wilbur in two weeks. The school day dragged, everybody was ready to explode with the final bell. When it did to my surprise a massive group howl started in the Senior High wing but soon spread to the Junior High wing too. The group howl was really catching on. We had already decided not to lift after school, everybody wanted to go out and celebrate. We all piled into Chuck's Jeep and drove over to Joe's Pizza before all the booths were taken. We spilled out of the Jeep and raced to the door. We walked in and waited at the hostess station to be seated. The hostess was refreshing the salad bar when Joe looked up from the pizza he was putting in the oven.
"Hey! I haven't seen you pups since the state meet. Well except for Ron who seems to be here every day Sheila works." He added rolling his eyes. "Why haven't you been in?"
"I don't know about the rest of the guys, but I've had to work every night from 5 to 10 cleaning at the bakery." I answered. "Believe me I'd rather have been here." Joe gave me a questioning look, but fortunately didn't pursue it. I was embarrassed about my relationship with Wilbur and I didn't even want "The Pack" to know the true extent of it.
"You guys were great at State! Are any of you going to the County All Sport Banquet?" Joe asked.
"Yeah, we're all going." I replied in the affirmative.
"Well then I'll see all of you there." Joe responded.
"Why will you be there?" I asked in surprise.
"Well I'm a sponsor and I'm also one of many on the judging committee." Joe said with a proud smile. "Business has been good, I started 2 new stores this year, so I have a little extra money to help the young athletes out." I wanted to thank him for dropping about 10 grand on our weight room, but we weren't supposed to know about it. "Ralph put in a couple of large pepperoni and mushroom pizzas for "The Pack" and Brandi bring out some glasses and a couple of pitchers of Pepsi." He yelled out as he led us back to our regular booth. He pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat down at the open end of the booth. "So are you boys ready for summer vacation to begin?"
"Hell Yeah!" We replied with enthusiasm.
"They're starting a summer basketball league at the park. I'm sponsoring a team, are any of you guys interested in playing?" Joe asked.
"I'm game!" I said and the rest of "The Pack" chimed in their agreement. "But we're gonna need some big men, all of us are guard types."
"I know, I'm sure we can get some of the bigger guys from the field guys on the track team. Maybe a few of the jumpers too. I plan on coaching it." Joe concluded. Brandi brought out the glasses and pitchers of Pepsi and poured us all a drink. Joe got up and went back to kitchen.
"It will be cool having Joe coach the team." Jimmy enthused.
"Yeah, and it sounds like it will be other guys from the track team! That will be cool."
We continued to discus the summer league and the awards banquet until the pizzas got to the table, then we devoured them like a school of piranhas. As usual Joe wouldn't take any money for the food, but we left a generous tip for Brandi. Then Chuck dropped me and Gordon off, he and the rest of "The Pack" planned to go to the arcade to hang out for a while. I figured after we cleaned up the bakery we could nap at Gordon's house until midnight when it was time for me go back to work at the bakery. I went into the house to drop off my stuff and to my surprise Wilbur was up.
"I just wanted to let you know before I go back to bed, that you can just stay at the bakery cleaning until I get there at midnight. Then you can work your regular shift." He said with an evil grin.
"But I won't get any sleep then, I've been up since 6 this morning, by the time I get done from work I'll have been up for... " I quickly did the math in my head, "28 hours. Plus that's a 19 hour shift."
"So what? You're young, I had to work that many hours straight when I was in the army." He added with a smirk, "Young people are just soft these days. So get your sorry ass down there."
There was no sense in arguing it would just make things worse. I dropped off my stuff and ran down to the bakery. I got there at a quarter to 5. My mom was behind the counter when I came in. She came out and gave me a hug. "Are you gonna be home for dinner after you get things cleaned up here?"
"I'm not gonna be done, Wilbur said I'm gonna have to clean until he gets here at midnight." I said dejectedly.
"WHEN ARE YOU GONNA SLEEP?" She said almost in a panic.
"Wilbur said I don't need to sleep. He said when he was in the army he had to stay up that long sometimes." I replied.
"But you're just a pup! What the hell is he thinking?" She paused to think for a moment. "I don't know what to do, every time I say something he gets angry and he ends up making you do even more." She looked like she was ready to cry.
"Don't worry, I'll be OK. He just wants to get as many free hours out of me as he can." I said giving her a hug. Then I helped her get the unsold baked goods out of the display case, and locked the door behind her as she left for home. It was gonna be a long night.
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These are my other stories that I have moved or I'm in the process of moving to Nifty. All of them are in their entirety on SoFurry.com:
Earth's New Masters https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/earths-new-masters/
In My Wildest Dreams https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/in-my-wildest-dreams/
Wild Horses https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/wild-horses
Runt https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/runt/
Mutt https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/mutt
Pittsburghese N'at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/pittsburgese/
Craigslist Bull https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/craigslist-bull/
The Trophy Wife https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/the-trophy-wife
The Initiate https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-initiate
My Pet Lion https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/my-pet-lion
Sasquatch In My Mind https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/sasquatch-in-my-mind
Reverse Cowboy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/reverse-cowboy
Of Dogs And Young Men https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/of-dogs-and-young-men/
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