In My Wildest Dreams Part 8 Ten Feet Tall And Bullet Proof
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In My Wildest Dreams Part 8 Ten Feet Tall And Bullet Proof
I was shaken when I woke up. Part of me was glad the whole thing had been a dream, and I still had a chance at the Shorthair. But part of me was disappointed that the part about Coach Bart wasn't true. It all seemed so real, it all felt so right. But it wasn't real, well at least not for now.
I got ready for school and by the time I was got on the school bus, I was relatively back to normal. Gordon was waiting eagerly for me; it was hard not to be cheerful around someone that absolutely worshiped me.
"I had a great time last night." Gordon said with infectious enthusiasm.
"Ditto's to that, we will have to do that again." I replied with an ear to ear grin, vividly remembering the fun we had in the hot tub.
"Are you ready for the meet today?"
"You bet, I can feel a new school record coming, that new track is really fast. Everybody who has gone there to run has posted their best time of the year. Plus Joey is pretty fast, so he should push me for at least the first mile." I said, and then I thought back to last night and added despite myself; "As long as I don't get injured."
"Man Adam, that last comment is really out of character for you, what's up with that?"
"I had a nightmare last night." Which was sort of true, the first part of the dream was awful, but the last part was anything but a nightmare. But I would never hurt Gordon by telling him about the second part of the dream. I proceeded to tell him the "nightmare", conveniently waking up when I broke my leg.
"That would really suck. You've worked so hard, you're really going to smoke that Shorthair at State."
"I hope so, but now I have the heebee geebees about the meet today. It made me realize that no matter how hard you work, things, that you have no control over, can bite you in the ass. In other words you can be fucked by fate."
"Well, let's talk about something more cheerful." Gordon steered the conversation back to the big brown trout he caught over the weekend, to try to get my mind off the nightmare.
I had a hard time concentrating on my school work, I was anxious to get on the track and just let go of all of my emotions and just do what I do best. RUN! That would put my mind right.
Just like it happened in my dream I did just enough to win the mile. About an hour later we had the last call for the two mile run. We had an insurmountable lead by this time, so there was nothing left to do but go for a good time. We all gathered near the starting line, and started the typical pre-race chatter. Joey and I respected each other and were friendly with each other, as were most of the better runners in the area. We were both undefeated this year, so someone's streak was going to be broken. Both of us knew that barring a catastrophe I would win, I was honestly the much better runner. Most of us are competitors, but also friends, or as much as you can be friends with only seeing each other on rare occasions.
"Adam, are you ready to get this show on the road?" Joey asked.
"You bet. I'm anxious to see what kind of time I can post on your new track. It seems like everybody is getting good times on it."
"It's really fast; they are going to run the district qualifier and finals on it this year. My times on it are a lot faster than at the away meets."
"Well, I plan on trying to break my own school record, so if you want to try for a good time; we can go out together and push each other for at least the first mile."
"Great! I've been trying to break our school record too, but the other runners I've run against this year haven't been able to push me hard enough to break it. The times you've been running, even on your cinder track, would smash our record. It is only 10:08."
"Well, why don't we push each other for the first mile and then let the chips fall where they may?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
The starter called us to the line and called for the visiting team's number one runner. I trotted to the inside of the track. He called for the home team's number one runner and Joey trotted over beside me. Our teammates alternately lined up beside us. We all shook hands and the starter began the ritual.
"Runners, take your marks." Pause. "Set." Pause. BANG, the starter's pistol rang out.
We took off, with Joey and I immediately in the lead. I took the lead and pushed the pace and just like in my dream I came through the first lap at 75 seconds. Not a fast pace for Joey and I, but a great start for running a nice negative split race. We then decided to exchange the lead every straightaway, which helped each of us. We both got a chance to get the inspiration of running in the lead and the rest that came from drafting another runner. We came through the splits just like in my dream, Lap 2 in 74 seconds, lap 3 in 74 seconds, and lap 4 in 73 seconds. That gave us a split of 4:56 for the first mile. Starting the second mile I continued to pick up the pace.
"Adam, your on your own now, I can't keep this pace but I think I can break our record. Thanks."
"I think we helped each other, good luck." I said as I slowly pulled away, just like in my dream. I picked up the pace and just like in my dream I ran the next laps in 72, 71 and 69 seconds. As I crossed the start/finish line I heard the gun go off signifying the last or gun lap of the race. The gun triggered an adrenaline rush and I picked up the pace. By the time I was coming down the last straightaway I was flying. I imagined I was at State, crushing the Shorthair, my form was perfect just churning away down the homestretch. Coach Bart was cheering me on as I crossed the line at 9:36, just like in my dream. But unlike in my dream, as I crossed the finish line, I veered to the outside of the track instead of staying on the inside edge. There was an uproar from the crowd and just like in my dream the discus came skipping across the infield, but it skipped harmlessly across the track missing everyone.
Joey was about 150 yards behind me and it looked like he had a legitimate chance to break his school record too. I worked my way back to the finish line and started cheering him on. He came down the last straight away and hit the line at 10:04, breaking his school record by 4 seconds.
We hugged and congratulated each other, we were both ecstatic. I had smashed the track record, and our school record, while Joey had beaten his school record, so there was plenty to celebrate. But after about 45 seconds the next runners were coming in. It was a battle for third place and to everyone's surprise Gordon was neck and neck with Ron battling down the homestretch. I ran part way down the stretch to cheer them on. I cheered for both of them, they were both my teammates and I was the captain, but I couldn't help cheering a little louder for Gordon. Gordon pulled ahead in the last 10 yards. The timer read off 10:49. I couldn't contain myself, and picked him up in a big bear hug after he crossed the line.
"Way to go Gordon." I almost said Pup instead of Gordon. I really wanted to just stay with Gordon, but as the team captain I felt it was my duty to congratulate and console Ron also.
"Great run Ron, you two really battled it out."
"I couldn't believe it was Gordon coming up on me. I've never seen him run like that before." He went over and graciously shook Gordon's hand. "Great run Gordon, I ran my fastest time ever and you still beat me today."
My duty as team captain was over, now I could devote some time to my friend and lover. "Damn Gordon, what got into you? That was awesome; you must have cut 45 seconds off your best time."
"Adam, sometimes having someone who believes in you helps you believe in yourself. Besides, you were pretty great yourself. You broke your own school record again!"
In all the excitement I had really forgotten about breaking the record, I had held the school record since my first meet as a freshman and had broken it numerous times. While it was always nice to break it again, it didn't give me near the thrill of seeing my Pup have such a breakout performance.
"Gordon, I don't give a damn about my record. I'm so proud of you; you're really coming into your own. It's my treat tonight after the meet."
"You don't have too, my mom gave me money for it, and you work hard for your money."
"Yes I do, so I can spend it on whatever I want, and tonight I want to treat you to pizza."
Coach Bart had stayed back, and then came up to congratulate Gordon and me. He seemed to be happy for both of us but there almost seemed to be a little bit of jealousy of Gordon's closeness to me. But I'm sure it was just wishful thinking on my part.
We had a happy bus trip back from the meet. After we showered and changed, we headed to the local pizza joint. The proprietor, Joe, was a big sports fan and an alumnus of the school. He was excited that the team had won.
"The cokes are on me, guys." Joe said as we entered the lobby. "Hey Adam, some of the students that went to the meet were already here, they said that you broke the school record again!"
"Yeah, I got lucky again!" I said laughing.
"That Shorthair has no chance against you this year. There was a big story about him in his hometown paper. I looked it up on line. He is trying to be the first runner ever to win the two mile run twice at the state meet. He was actually bragging that he has it in the bag. I hate to sound prejudiced, but he sounds like your typical egotistical Shorthair."
"I won't go so far as to say I have it in the bag, but let's say I like my chances." I said with a wry smile. That just gave more fuel to the fire, not that I needed any more reason to be motivated to beat him. It pissed me off; he knew he was damn lucky to beat me at State in cross country. He wasn't going to get me again. There were no traps to spring on me on the track, I planned for it to just be me and him.
We celebrated the victory and Chuck gave Gordon and me a ride down to the bakery. Gordon pushed the broom and I followed with the mop and we were done in a little over an hour. I thought about it and realized that I better not let my stepfather know that Gordon was helping. He would either pitch a fit that someone was helping me, or expect me to do twice as much if there were two of us.
We ran the two miles to Gordon's place, again starting to remove our clothes as we raced to his room. We went into his room, locked the door and finished shucking our clothes. Gordon dropped to his knees in front of me, grinning and running his paw up and down my sheath. I don't know how to explain what it feels like to have someone that worships you like you're some kind of a god. All I can say is that having him gazing up at me like that sure as hell got me painfully hard.
"Another school record, that was awesome, it makes me want you even more if that is possible." He said as he guided me to his eager maw. He was becoming an excellent cocksucker, almost immediately he had me moaning and dribbling precum. His enthusiasm and desire to please me more than made up for any lack of technique. After all the adrenalin that had been coursing through my veins all day, I knew I would need to dump a load in his muzzle before I mastered his tight little ass again. He was mine, I didn't feel guilty about it because he needed to be mastered as much as (actually more than) I wanted to master him. He was blissfully servicing my doghood.
"I was so proud of my Pup today, you ran a great race." I said truthfully.
He pulled momentarily off of me and said. "Really Daddy?" He was beaming, my praise and approval being much more satisfying than any sexual gratification could ever be.
"Of course, you gave it everything you had and ran your best race ever. You even beat Ron for the first time. You were great."
"It was easier to believe in myself, because my Daddy believes in me. Plus I think all the cream Daddy is filling me with is making me stronger." He giggled and said, as he eagerly went back to work trying to liberate more of my cream, which was not going to be a difficult chore.
I was starting to feel the tingle in my balls that signaled a pending orgasm, so I cupped the back of his head with my paw and began fucking his muzzle. He surrendered completely to my assault, my big pendulous balls slapping against his chin on each thrust. He reached up and held the base of my knot just inside his mouth as I continued to thrust. My knot reached its full size and I started blowing my load straight down his throat. I pulled his head forward and buried myself as far down his throat as possible, completely dominating him, as I pumped my pup full of my cream. To my amazement that was enough to make him blow, it seemed the more I dominated him the more turned on he became.
When I had finally shot the main part of my load, I pulled his paw away and pulled out. My knotted up cock gave a few last pulses, but with nothing left to stimulate the base of my knot, it soon started to deflate.
I lowered him onto the bed, lowering myself on top of him. I held him close, possessing his mouth with my tongue, though he surrendered with no resistance. He eagerly sucked on my tongue, while I probed his throat where my dick had recently been. We were both hard again. We were grinding against each other and soon our cocks were drooling so much precum that there was a huge puddle on his belly. My cock was soon covered with it from thrusting against him. When he lifted his legs and my cock slid over his balls and down his ass crack. He positioned himself so I was right over his tight hole and I instinctively drove myself home with a grunt. He responded with a gasp as I hilted in him. Damn, was his ass hot, he couldn't have fit my cock any better if it had been made from a mold of my doghood.
"Oh yeah Pup, are you ready for me to show you how a real Alpha fucks his Omega?"
"Whatever pleases my Alpha pleases me."
"That's what I want to hear. That's what every little subbie bitch should want, whatever pleases their Alpha. And what pleases me is to pound my little fuck toy until he can't decide if he wants to beg me to stop or hammer him harder." I said as I pulled all the way back and jammed it home again. And again, and again, my pace picking up with each successive thrust, until my hips were almost a blur of motion. He was gasping, between pleasure and pain, but from the way he was clinging to me it was obvious he did NOT want me to stop. He needn't worry; I was so close to the edge that he wouldn't have been able to stop me if he blew my brains out. Instinct had taken over and I was racing down the home stretch, shortening my strokes to tie with my bitch. He clamped down tight behind my knot and I gave him what he and I both needed. I bred him like a bitch in heat, my seed pulsing deep in my pup. I sunk my teeth into his throat in a full feral mating bite, demonstrating my total dominance of my Omega. This display of unbridled dominance made him cum explosively, while I continued to "breed" his tight tailhole. I finally released the mating bite and collapsed on top of my pup in contented exhaustion.
After about a minute the intensity of our mating died down. Now we were left to bask in the afterglow of the tie, as I continued to fill him with my seed. I held him close, and kissed the top of his head.
"Yeah, Pup, I was really proud of you today."
"You don't have any idea how that makes me feel coming from you, Daddy."
"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'm not saying it to make you feel good; I'm saying it because it's true. I was REALLY PROUD of my Pup today. And I know there is still more you can bring out, if you just believe in yourself. For as bright as you seem to think he was, there are some things your dad was a moron about or just plain evil. He beat you down so much, telling you that you were worthless, and that you couldn't live up to his standards. He convinced you that you shouldn't even try, because you are worthless. Well, Pup O' Mine, I do believe in you, you've got so much more going for you than you realize. You just have to believe in yourself, like I believe in you."
"Really?"
"Of course, do you think I would waste my time with a loser?" I said as I soothingly licked his ear. "You, my Pup, are anything but a loser. You just have to believe in yourself."
"I am starting to believe in myself because of you, that's why I ran so well today. If the Great Adam believes in me, maybe I am worthwhile."
"There's no maybe involved Pup O' Mine. Just remember that when you finally realize how special you are, not to dump me for something better." I said with a wry smile.
He looked up into my eyes and replied with that typical Gordon Setter seriousness, "Don't be silly, that's not possible. There IS no one better than my Alpha."
I get flattered all the time because of my running ability, and I usually don't take it seriously. But this was different. This wasn't flattery; my pup believed with all his heart that I was the greatest fur on earth. And for a second he almost had me believing it too. But it did have me feeling 10 feet tall and bullet proof.