In My Wildest Dreams Ch. 17 Double Trouble
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In My Wildest Dreams Ch. 17 Double Trouble
After my mom left I called Gordon to tell him what was going on. "Hey pup, don't bother coming down. Wilbur wants me to clean until he gets here then work my 12 hour shift."
"What do you mean? When are you gonna get to sleep?"
"I guess I'm not gonna get to sleep until noon tomorrow, then I'll have to head back down to the bakery at 5 pm to clean. Hopefully he won't make me do this again tomorrow night. I don't know if I can make it on 3 hours of sleep tomorrow and then have to work another 19 hour shift." I replied.
"This is ridiculous Adam, someone has to do something."
"It's just for another 10 days, if I complain he'll know he's getting to me. Plus if I complain too much it will give him an excuse to punish me further." I continued fatalistically. "I know he would love an excuse to keep me from running Cross Country this fall."
"Well I'm coming down, we can clean for a couple of hours, then you can nap until it's time for your stepfather to show up. I'll stay there and make sure you wake up in time." Gordon said firmly. This was something I hadn't heard from Gordon before, he was being assertive.
"OK, knock at the back door when you get here." I replied and then hung up the phone.
I had just finished sweeping the floor when I heard Gordon tapping on the back door. I quickly walked back and let him in. He slipped in the door and as soon as I closed the door he slapped a big hug on me. We held each other for a moment then I said, "Thanks I needed that." He just giggled as we started working to get as much stuff done on the list as possible so Wilbur wouldn't be any wiser that I was going to get a nap in. We worked our tails off until 8 pm then I pulled the cot out of the closet. Wilbur had bought it to sleep on at Christmas time when he had tons of Christmas cookie orders to fill. The week before Christmas he never came home. I set the cot up and fished around in the closet until I found the pillow and lay down on it. Gordon pulled up a chair and sat down beside me.
I lay there for a minute but I couldn't relax enough to get to sleep. Gordon noticed that I was having trouble relaxing and took the situation in paw. Literally. He got on his knees next to the cot, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and fished my meat out through the fly in my tighty whities. "Just lie back and let let me suck all the tension out of you." He said with wry grin. He peeled my sheath back and took me into that so familiar muzzle. He sucked on it for a few moments then he laid his tongue on the underside of my shaft and slid my sheath back over my cock and his tongue. With his tongue still in my sheath he ran his tongue around and around my shaft. It was something I had never felt before, but before I could blow my load he backed off just enough to quell the tide of my orgasm.
"Damn, that felt great!" I gasped. He then grabbed my sheath in his paw and started massaging my meat with my sheath. He lifted my leg that was closest to him so he had access to my dangly bits. His muzzle moved down to where he could lovingly lick my balls. His wide tongue gently massaged them while he edged me with his paw. From there his tongue worked it's way down to my pucker. He repeatedly flicked his tongue at it teasingly then started to lick it eagerly. Soon his tongue penetrated my pucker for the first time. My pucker resisted but his persistence got me to relax enough to take his tongue into me. It felt so fucking good, but with my eyes closed my mind started drifting toward Coach Bart, because he is the only on I ever imagined taking me up the ass. And that was all it took for me to cum explosively. As I started to cum Gordon used one hand to grip the base of my knot and the other to hold the end of my sheath closed. He remove his tongue from my rectum and moved back to to take the end of my sheath into his muzzle and swallow my load. After I started to come down from my orgasm I started to feel guilty, Gordon had come down here and helped me, then given me a great rim job and I was thinking about Coach Bart instead of him. But I didn't think about it too long because I was so exhausted that I fell right to sleep.
Gordon woke me up at a quarter till midnight, we kissed goodbye and I let him out the back door. He took off running for home as I closed the door. I put the cot away and had time for a cup of coffee before I heard Wilbur's key in the front door. He didn't bother to even say hello (which was no great loss), he just started looking around the bakery to see if there was anything that wasn't done to his satisfaction. The fact that he couldn't find something wrong pissed him off, I'm sure he wanted to have a reason to cuss me out. When he finally came over to me his ears went up and he started scenting the air with a big smirk on his face.
"I know you're a little pervert, despite how proper you act. What did you do, jerk off in the john?" He said in his most cutting tone. I just ignored it, and from my silence he believed he had hit the mark. Which was fine with me, I would rather him think that than figure out that I had gotten a world class blow job right where he was standing.
He didn't bother speaking to me any more, he just turned on the radio to the local Country/Western station and cranked it up. He really didn't like it that loud, but he knew how much I hated C&W. Even worse he started to sing along (he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket) as he started measuring ingredients into the big Hobart mixer. I started mixing up a batch of glaze for the donuts. We both knew the routine and soon he had the dough on the table and was rolling it out to cut out donuts. As he cut them I put them into the proof box so the dough would rise. By the time we got the last ones in the proof box, the first ones were ready to be fried.
By two AM I had all the glazed donuts done and I was starting on the cinnamon rolls. Our cinnamon rolls were huge, almost the size of a dinner plate, and they were delicious, especially when they were still warm. I planned on having one of them on our coffee break. That is if I got one. If I wasn't done frying donuts when Wilbur decided it was break time I had to finish them and I didn't get a break. So I busted my ass to get them done. I had just finished up the cinnamon rolls when I heard a rapping on the front door. I looked out the glass doors and saw the two biggest dogs in town standing there.
Max and Bubba were waiting impatiently at the door. As I said before Max was a huge Harlequin Great Dane who was slightly over 7 feet tall and about 320 lbs and his partner Bubba was a St. Bernard that was only slightly shorter at 6' 10" but was 350 lbs of solid muscle. They looked as mean as they were big. I opened the door and they brushed past me straight to the donuts and coffee. They each grabbed half a dozen of the cinnamon rolls and started wolfing them down.
"Max... Bubba... How's it hangin'?" Wilbur asked with exuberance.
Max held his paw half way down to his knee and said with a leer, "Down to about here." He stopped stuffing his face just long enough to get the words out before shoving another whole cinnamon roll into his huge muzzle. Upon looking closer I could see that he wasn't exaggerating much. It was obvious that he was going commando and you could see his huge doghood outlined in his uniform trousers. He looked even bigger than Coach Bart, which given the fact that he was nearly a giant didn't really surprise me. It was then that the odor hit me. Both of them reeked of sex, but there was also another odor that I just couldn't place.
Wilbur smelled it at the same time. "So did you two bust some tailraisers tonight?"
"Hell Yeah!" Bubba replied. "A little after midnight we saw a car parked down by the creek so we went to investigate. We heard some moaning and figured it was some young dog and bitch getting it on. That's always worth a good laugh catching some young stud tied to his bitch, it's fun to scare the shit out of them. But this time when we got there we saw a young poodle on his knees taking it up the poop chute from this boxer that was old enough to be his father. We both turned on our flashlights at the same time and aimed the beams at the pair. You could see the boxers low hangers smacking up against the tight little balls of the Poodle. It took a few seconds for them to realize they were caught and the Boxer yanked himself out."
"'What the fuck is going on here?' Max said in his deep voice as we glared at them." Bubba continued relating the story. "'We don't abide having fucking tailraising perverts in our town!' I added. 'Sir, I'm sorry. Please don't take me in. I'm married with 3 pups and a 4th one on the way. My wife won't have sex with me this close to whelping, I got a little bit desperate when this pervert propositioned me.' the Boxer begged throwing the little faggot poodle under the bus to try to save his skin. Max had already pawcuffed the Poodle who was shaking in fear."
"Well that still doesn't excuse what you did. But maybe we can work something out... I said as I unzipped my fly."
"'I'm not a queer! I just needed to get my rocks off. I ain't suckin' anybody off.' The boxer said backing away from me."
"'Well pal, you can either blow me and swallow every drop or we can take you in and throw the book at you. I'm sure this little pup is underage and you'll be lucky if you only lose your wife and kids.' I said as I moved forward putting my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to his knees. He realized it was the only way out and he reached inside my fly and fished out my trouser trout. His eyes got big when he saw what I was packing. Not to brag, but I got 13 inches of studmeat. He knelt there unable to force himself to put it in his mouth until I finally said, 'Pup it ain't gonna suck itself, get busy.'"
"He finally peeled back my sheath exposing my flaccid doghood and guided it to his muzzle. You could tell he was inexperienced at it, so I told him, 'I better not feel no fucking teeth Pup.' He could only take about half of it in his muzzle after he got me hard, so I grabbed his cropped ears in my paws and started throat fucking him. He gagged and his eyes started to water as I picked up speed. That made it even hotter, forcing my big cock down this married dog's throat against his will was a big power trip. My nuts were slapping against his chin when I finally started to knot up. He had his lips down over his teeth like a good pup so I just wrapped my paw around his muzzle, closing it on the base of my knot and blew my load right down his throat. I came for about a minute before I pulled out and gave him a good face painting. I told him to 'Get the fuck outta here.' and kicked him in the ass as he took off running."
Wilbur was rubbing himself through his apron. The bastard was getting off on this, you could already see a wet spot on his apron. Then Bubba continued his story.
"Now that the Boxer was gone and we were alone with the Poodle with no witnesses, we could really have some fun. Max walked up to him and punched him in the face. He screamed in pain like the pansyass little bitch that he was. His eye swelled up almost immediately. Max kneed him in the groin and ordered him to, 'Shut The Fuck Up'. He crumpled to his knees, his paws still cuffed behind his back. Then Max unzipped and whipped out his huge dick, you know it's almost as big as mine."
"BULLSHIT! Mines bigger than yours!" Max interrupted.
"You're crazy! You may be a little longer but mine's fatter!" Bubba countered his voice starting to rise.
"Well, let's let Wilbur be the judge." Max decided and they both whipped out the biggest cocks I had ever seen and started stroking them. It only took them about 15 seconds to get them rock hard and then they stood facing each other with their cocks crossed like swords. I had thought Coach Bart was huge but these two were even bigger. It was true that Max was longer, maybe 13 1/2 inches as opposed to Bubba's 13 inches, but the barrel of Bubba's boner was fatter than Max's. They both had knots the size of a small grapefruit. Just the thought of that was enough make my sphincter clench in fear.
"Well? Who's bigger?" Bubba demanded of Wilbur.
"Beats me, but I've never seen anything that big except on a stallion." Wilbur replied in a reverent tone. If I didn't know better I would guess that Wilbur was turned on by Max's and Bubba's cocks.
They grinned at each other and shoved their still hard cocks back in their pants. Then Bubba said, "Well I guess I need to finish my story. Anyway I had already got my nut so it was Max's turn. He grabbed the Poodle by the ears and pulled his muzzle over his cock and shoved it directly down his throat. Tears started running down his muzzle as Max's bone stretched his throat. He was ramming it all the way in then pulling it all the way out, only to slam it back down his throat. 'Well pup, were gonna teach you a lesson for corrupting the morals of a nice upstanding dog. You fucking tailraisers just disgust me. When I get done with you you're never gonna raise your tail again.' Max said before pulling out."
"The Poodle finally got a chance to speak. He begged in a raspy voice, probably because of the damage Max did to his throat, 'Please Sirs, I'm sorry. I didn't really want to but my father kicked me out. I need to make money somehow. I haven't eaten in two days.' 'How old are you?' I asked. 'I'm 15 Sir.' 'Why did he kick you out?' I continued. He didn't answer. 'He kicked you out because you're a fuckin' tailraiser, didn't he?' His silence and his down turned eyes were damning."
"'Well we can't have you corrupting the rest of the youths here in our good town so we're gonna have to teach you a lesson.' And with that I bent the little bitch over the back of one of the park benches. Max walked behind him and started rubbing his huge leaking cock head against the poodles tight pucker. 'Please Sir, let me suck you off. That's too big, I could never take something that big.' He begged, the fear in his voice was palpable.
"'Well you little fucking tailraiser, you should have thought of that before tried to corrupt a married dog...' Max said as he jammed half of his boner up that tight teen ass. He screamed again before I could clamp my paw around his muzzle so I punched him in the jaw to shut him up. I think I broke his jaw, but that shut him up. He didn't let out a peep while Max jammed the rest of his cock into the little bastard in one thrust. Soon Max was hammering in and out of him faster than a jackrabbit. The pup was glassy eyed now, I think he was going into shock between me busting his jaw and getting fucked senseless by Max's monster. Finally Max got down to the short strokes so I knew he was knotting deep inside the little faggots ass. The pup started crying silently as Max swelled locking himself firmly in, then grunting as he started shooting his load.
Max drained his balls in the pup for about 5 minutes, but we didn't have all night to spend here. Besides what we had planned would make sure that he'd never take it up the ass again. With Max's knot still at full size we stood him up and moved him away from the park bench. Max braced himself while I grabbed the pup by the wrists and pulled. Now he really screamed but I could understand why, his sphincter was being torn as Max's full size knot was being ripped out of it. He's never gonna take anyone up that poop chute again, he's gonna be lucky if he doesn't need a colostomy bag for the rest of his life. He was bleeding pretty good, but we just left him there. So what if he dies. Good riddance I say, one less fucking tailraiser in our town.
I couldn't believe what I heard. I had been able to scent the smell of sex, but now I recognized the other odor that I wasn't placing before, the scent of blood. As horrifying as it sounded I had no doubt that what they had said was true. Some poor Poodle was disfigured because these sick fucks felt they were above the law. They felt they were judge, jury and executioner.
"See Adam, you better keep your little friend away from my body guards. They might do the same to that little tailraiser." Wilbur said with glee. He didn't really believe Gordon was a tailraiser, but it was the worst thing he could think to say about me in front of these assholes.
Max looked at me suspiciously and said to Wilbur, "Don't tell me you're raising a tailraiser!"
"Well I've never seen him date a bitch, and he has a little ass kisser who worships the fuckin' ground he walks on." Wilbur said with a smirk. "Besides the ungrateful whelp is only my stepson."
"How the hell am I supposed to date a bitch when I have to spend all my spare time working here at the bakery." I said defensively.
"You're right the little bastard is ungrateful. Why do you put up with his disrespect?" Bubba asked.
"Well he's a BIG track star, why should he respect the one who puts a roof over his head. I should be grateful for the privilege of supporting HIM." Wilbur responded with sarcasm. I wasn't used to this, I was friendly with all the other cops. If anything they tried to smooth things over between me and Wilbur, but these two brought out the worst in him. They obviously didn't like me, and weren't afraid to let it show.
"So who is this little kiss ass friend of his?" Bubba queried.
"Some Gordon Setter on the track team. His fucking parents were so imaginative, they named him Gordon. Now isn't that a clever name for a Gordon Setter?" Wilbur asked, his voice vicious with sarcasm.
"Oh, that one? I saw him when I went to watch my nephew in the throwing events at the District Championships. He does look like a fucking tailraiser. I wouldn't mind wrecking that rectum." He said chuckling at his own stupid play on words. "Too bad your pup doesn't play a real sport like football or basketball like Max and I did. Or even sprinting or the field events in track. Distance running is such a pansyass sport." Bubba ended with a sneer as he and Max wiped their paws, refilled their coffees, grabbed a dozen more cinnamon rolls and headed for their squad car while I locked the door behind them. I couldn't believe what they had done to that poor poodle pup, and they were gonna get away with it.
"I've gotta take a dump, I'll be out in about 15 minutes. That should give you time to weigh up a new batch of bread." I had an idea of why he was really heading to the john. The sick fuck was still sporting wood over the poodle story and he was gonna go rub one out. While Wilbur went into the restroom to "take a dump", I ran out to the payphone across the street, called 911 and said they need to send an ambulance because there was an injured Poodle down at the river park. I didn't stay on the line to answer any questions, hopefully they would send the ambulance and not the cops. I then ran back in and quickly weighed up the new batch of bread. I had it all done when Wilbur finally came out 20 minutes later. My sensitive Setter nose could detect the smell of semen, confirming what I suspected.
All I could think about for the rest of the night was that poor Poodle pup. It would have been bad enough if he had been arrested and then had a record for prostitution, especially gay prostitution, but that poor homeless pup was gonna be scarred for the rest of his life. Nobody deserved that. And they were gonna get away with it untouched.
The rest of the night shift cops came into the bakery when their coffee breaks or lunches came up. Fortunately Wilbur kept me busy in the back while they were here, so I didn't have to face them. My faith in the police was completely shaken right now. The night dragged on, but eventually morning got here. The last batch of bread came out of the oven and after it cooled we started to bag it up.
I finally decided I should tell Wilbur that I was going to the Sports Banquet Sunday night. I figured he would give me a hard time about it. "I'm going to the County All Sports Banquet Sunday evening." I finally had the nerve to tell him.
"Isn't that the Father/Son banquet? I don't have the time or the inclination to drag your sorry ass to a banquet on my night off." He replied with venom.
"I wasn't expecting you to. Coach Bart is going to take me." I said trying to remain calm.
"So you plan on dragging yourself in after the Banquet and disturbing us when we're all asleep?" He said, still looking for an angle to forbid me from going.
"No Coach Bart said I can stay in his guest room over night..."
Frustrated that he hadn't found a good reason to deny me he said, "I don't give a fuck what you do. Just be back by 5 Monday afternoon. I want you to clean the bakery from then until we start baking at midnight."
"Do I have to start work at 5 again tonight?" I asked.
Wilbur thought for a second then he replied, "Since I'm such a nice guy I'll let you come in at 8 PM, but I expect you to bust your ass while you're here."
He left for home after telling me I could leave after I washed the pans. I got them done as quickly as I could then I ran up to Gordon's house. Gordon opened the door and hugged me as soon as I got in the door. "You must be exhausted." He said as he pulled me into a kiss. As I held him close to me I could feel that he was already hard. His mom was there and she came out to the foyer to greet me.
"Adam, we were just getting ready to sit down for lunch. I've got some burgers and fries, I hope that will be OK." She said, smiling at me.
"That would be great ma'am! I'm starving." I replied, realizing just how hungry I was. Gordon's mom told us we were eating in the back yard at the picnic table and that the food was already out there. Gordon's dad had built a great cooking area on their screened patio. He had a propane grill and a turkey fryer. The fries were just finishing up in the turkey fryer and the burgers were ready to come off of the grill. They all had a slice of cheese melting on them. Gordon and I both made double cheese burgers with lettuce, onions, tomato, pickles, ketchup, mustard and mayo. The patties were well over a quarter pound each and done to perfection, just barely pink in the middle. Gordon's mom had diced up onions and mixed that and some spices into the meat before she grilled them.
We all sat down to eat. After saying "These burgers are awesome!" after my first bite, and then I didn't say another word as I wolfed down the burger. Gordon and his mom carried the conversation, but I wasn't following it well. My mind kept running back to what happened to that poor Poodle pup.
After Gordon's mom had to repeat something before I could answer it she asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I'm just tired ma'am." I lied, and she took me at my word. I just couldn't tell her about what happened to the Poodle. Gordon and I both made a second double cheeseburger and then finished off a huge plate of french fries. Gordon's mom started cleaning up, and I started to help.
"Adam, you need to go up and get some sleep. I'll take care of this." She said dismissing me and Gordon.
I was too tired to argue the point, so Gordon and I went to his room. We got undressed and got onto his bed. Gordon started working on trying to get me hard, but every time I started to get worked up, I thought about what happened to the poor Poodle and my woody wilted. Gordon tried for about 5 minutes before he looked up at me and said with a hurt voice, "What's wrong Adam? Don't you love me any more."
I pulled him to me and kissed him tenderly. "Pup, it's not you. Something terrible happened last night and I can't stop thinking about it." I told him about the Poodle pup and how he had been brutalized. He just listened with his mouth open in disbelief as I told him the story.
"Those sick fucks!" Someone's gotta do something about them. Gordon replied, his anger boiling over.
"I know they are sick. The sad thing is they're gay too, but they're so far in the closet that they've found Narnia. I think they do it because they are trying to prove to themselves they aren't gay. But for the life of me I don't know what anyone can do. None of their victims will come forward because the stigma of being branded as a tailraiser is worse than what Max and Bubba do to them. Besides who would believe a tailraiser's word against the Mayor's favorite cops." I said rambling a bit in my exhaustion and frustration. "And I'm worried about you..."
"Why?"
"Because Wilbur claims you're a tailraiser..." I started only to be interrupted by Gordon.
"HOW DOES HE KNOW?" He said in a panic.
"He doesn't know anything. He doesn't even really believe it, he just says it to try to hurt me. But last night he said it to Max and Bubba and they implied that if they ever caught you, you'd get the same treatment as the Poodle." I said hugging him tight. "You need to be careful." We lay down and held each other and I quickly fell asleep.
Despite his protests I convinced Gordon that I didn't need his help that night. I didn't want there to be any chance of him running into Max and Bubba after last night. I didn't trust them at all. I ran down to the bakery, let myself in and worked my ass off making sure I got as much cleaning done as possible. I didn't want to give Wilbur any excuse to change his mind about letting me go to the banquet. I had it looking really good when I heard Wilbur's key in the front door. He didn't even say hi, he just went around giving everything the white glove treatment. He finally found a ledge that I hadn't wiped off, and he read me the riot act about how terrible I was at cleaning. The funny thing is since he was able to find something I missed and got to tell me off, he was in a better mood. Go figure.
I was done with the donuts before the first cops came in. Fortunately they were two of the police that were friendly with me. Arnie, a German Shepherd and Jacques, a Belgian Malinois were good cops, they were no nonsense but didn't abuse their power. As I let them in Arnie spoke first. "Congratulations Champ!" He said shaking my hand at the same moment Wilbur came out from the back. The scowl on his face told me he wasn't happy about Arnie's greeting. "We ALL knew you were gonna kick some Shorthair ass. And MVP to boot! Are you guys going to the All Sport Banquet? I'm gonna be there with my son, he lettered in golf."
"Adam's going but I don't have the time to go." Wilbur lied. He would just be home drinking beer.
"Well who's gonna take you Adam?" Jacques asked.
"Coach Bart is gonna take me, he was going already since he's a coach so he asked if I wanted to go with him."
"Well I guess I'll see you there." Added Arnie as he finished his cinnamon bun. Just then we saw lights in the parking lot as another squad car pulled up. The doors opened and Max and Bubba emerged from the car. As they were walking to the door Arnie and Jacques finished their coffee, gathered their stuff up and headed for the door. "Well we gotta get back to work. Thanks for the coffee and donuts Wilbur." It was obvious that these two really didn't like Max and Bubba. Bubba held the door open for them to leave then the two big galoots walked in. Fortunately they didn't smell like sex or blood tonight so hopefully they hadn't brutalized any of the citizenry tonight. They were obviously in a bad mood because of it.
"So the ungrateful little bastard is working again tonight?" Max asked Wilbur.
"Yeah. Now that school is out he'll be working every night." Wilbur replied.
"Maybe that will help keep him away from that tailraiser friend of his." Bubba added with a smirk. I rolled my eyes in response. "Don't give me a fucking attitude pup! I don't care if everybody thinks your special, you're just a punk ass pup to me. You need to show your father more respect."
"Stepfather!" Wilbur corrected, "This little bastard didn't come out of my loins!" He continued with a chuckle at his own lame "joke". "So how are things going tonight?"
"Slow." Max said with obvious disappointment. "We haven't been able to bust anyone all night."
I just couldn't help myself, I blurted out. "Well, isn't that a good thing that everybody is obeying the law?"
Max rolled his eyes at me, "Are you fucking stupid or something? They aren't obeying the law, we just aren't catching them. We aren't doing our job if we aren't busting anyone. The Mayor is gonna think we're goin' soft or something. Damn I wish we could catch some more tailraisers tonight, my johnson hasn't gone down all night." He added as he rubbed the huge bulge that was running down his trouser leg. It was massive and I was surprised that I wasn't hardening looking at such a huge piece of dogmeat, but I guess knowing how he used it to devastate that poor Poodle pup was helping to keep me as limp as spaghetti. "I'd love to catch your little friend turning tricks in the park..." he continued as he squeezed his bitch sticker with a massive paw. "I'd love to show him what it's like to take a real stud. I'll bet the little bastard is tight as hell... well at least he would be until I got finished with him. I guarantee it would be the last time he would raise his tail for anyone."
I could tell he was trying to get a rise out of me and I didn't take the bait. I went into the back and started to wash some of the trays so I wouldn't have so much to do later, but I mainly just wanted to get away from those two assholes. I heard Bubba say, "He's lucky he's your stepson, as horny as we are tonight he's looking mighty good right now. I'd love to find him in a compromising position."
"If you ever do, feel free to do whatever you want to do. I hate tailraisers." Wilbur said with venom.
They talked for the remainder of their 15 minute coffee break and then left the bakery. I had always liked the cops that came into the bakery for their break, but these dogs where just evil. I really think they would hurt me or Gordon if they had a chance. What made me worry even more was how good cops like Arnie and Jacques feared and disliked them. I knew that neither of them was a coward, they were plenty brave when it came to protecting the citizenry, but it was obvious they didn't trust this dubious pair. What wasn't surprising to me was the way they got along with Wilbur. They were all bullies, so why wouldn't they get along?
Nothing much happened the rest of the shift. Wilbur left at 11 AM while I had to stay for another hour washing pans. Fortunately since the Bakery was closed Mondays I wouldn't have to come in and clean before the banquet. I stopped at the house and packed an overnight bag. Then I grabbed the hangers that had my sports jacket, slacks, dress shirt and a tie, we were supposed to dress up for this thing. Being bogged down with all this stuff I couldn't run so I had to walk to Gordon's house. I rang the doorbell and Gordon came running to the door to greet me. I walked in the door and hung my stuff in the foyer closet. As soon as I hung it up and turned around Gordon had me in a bear hug. I could feel that he was already hard as a rock and feeling his excited member pressing against my groin was all it took for me to get a hardon too.
"God! I couldn't wait for you to get here!" He enthused as he held me close to him. "Let's go out to the hot tub and relax for a while." He continued as he grabbed me by the paw and led me to the hot tub. We quickly shed our clothes and slowly lowered ourselves into the HOT water, easing our way in as we got used to the water. As soon as I sat down Gordon sat on my lap facing me, our erections rubbing against each other. "I couldn't wait to see you."
"It's obvious that your little friend couldn't wait to see me either." I teased.
"Would you rather that he wasn't?" Gordon asked pouting a little.
"Hell no! As you can see, my little friend is pretty happy to see you too!" I said, winking at him.
"You're little friend isn't so little." Gordon said as he reached down with his paw to caress my doghood, then slapped a muzzlelock on me and started swapping spit with me. I was glad he was becoming a little more aggressive in our love making, but he still made it plain that I was his Alpha. When we broke the kiss he added, "I've missed having you inside me."
"Well why don't we wait until we get to your room to remedy that. I'll probably fall asleep while I'm tied to you, I'm exhausted."
We made out while the hot water and the jets soothed my tired muscles and relaxed me, although not as much as draining my balls in my pup would relax me. We got out and hopped into the high speed dryer tube together so we would get done faster. We didn't bother getting dressed, we just grabbed our clothes and ran up to Gordon's room. We dropped our clothes on the floor and Gordon jumped on the bed and wiggled his tight little ass seductively at me, tail raised up and to the right. I crawled up on the bed behind him and he reached back to guide me into his pup hole. I was leaking heavily and he used my bloated dickhead to spread it around his pucker before centering his hole on me and pushing back, impaling himself on my boner.
That was the end of my self control, I drove all 8 inches into him in one thrust. He let out a gasp, but then I felt his sphincter clamp down on me like a vise, which caused me to really go into overdrive. I gripped his hips and started thrusting like a jackhammer into his tight ass. After about 3 thrusts Gordon started murring and thrusting back in time with my thrusting. His ass always felt so good on my doghood, hot, tight and slick. He felt like he was made for my dick, which made sense since mine was the only one that had ever been in him. I thrust deep in him hammering his prostate causing him to dribble pre constantly. I reached around wrapped my paw around his boner and started stroking him. I slowed down my thrusting changing the angle with each thrust as I long dicked my pup. I had to slow down, I was exhausted from all the work and lack of sleep since school had let out.
Gordon sensed this and said, "Wait a second Adam, lets try something new." He pulled off of me and then told me to, "Lie back and let me take charge this time. He straddled my groin, facing my feet. He was on his knees as he lowered himself onto my throbbing python of love. It felt great as he rode me in the reverse cowboy position. I was able to just relax and concentrate on the sensation of being inside the pup I loved. He rode me until I finally started to knot up. As my knot started to form Gordon clamped down tight on it with his sphincter and gyrated in a way that really worked over the base of my knot causing me to cum explosively. "That's it Daddy! Cum on me!" He cried out as he started to cum too, his contractions drawing even more from from my balls.
As we came down from our orgasm he leaned back until he was laying on top of me with his back on my chest, then we rolled over to our sides with me spooning him. All I could say was, "I have the greatest pup in the world..." and that was the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep.
I have been dealing with out-of-control diabetes for the last ten years. I was able to function until I lost my job (and my health insurance) in May of 2020 due to shutdowns due to covid. Between the isolation and lack of medical care, I went into a downward spiral. It was challenging to get out of bed many days, which added to the isolation and depression.
In August of 2021, my unemployment ran out. I turned 62 at the end of January and have applied for social security, but I still haven't started receiving payments. I have had no income since I'm seriously behind on my electric bill (I have been receiving extensions on my shut-off notice because of my health issues) and my property taxes.
I finally got medical help in October, and things are improving, but I still have a way to go. If I can get some help to get caught up, I should be able to get my life back under control. Any help would be appreciated.
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I have 12 years worth of writing up on SoFurry. I am one of the more popular writers on that site. You can find all of them at https://firefromheaven.sofurry.com/stories.
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/
The Oracle https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/historical/the-oracle/
Royal Prerogative https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/historical/royal-prerogative
Harry Potter and Firenze https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/harry-potter-and-firenze
The House Mouse https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/military/the-house-mouse
The Jungle Book https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/celebrity/the-jungle-book
In Gods We Thrust https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/in-gods-we-thrust
If you read any of the others please let me know what you think of them.