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The characters wouldn't let me rest this time. As soon as I finished the last part, this came pouring out. Unfortunately my proof reader went on vacation, but I am going to fly without a net and post it any way. So without further ado,

In My Wildest Dreams Part 4 "Ties" That Bind

I woke up at first light, about 5:30 AM. The season didn't start until 8:00 AM and the wardens were real sticklers about enforcing it down to the minute. So I had plenty of time before we had to be on the water. Gordon was still asleep, facing away from me, my morning wood nestled between his buns. I had never fantasized about buggering anyone, all my fantasies had been about being taken by Coach Bart. But now I thought about how good it would feel to bury my bone in Gordon's tight willing virgin ass. I put it out of my mind and thought about paying Gordon back from last night. I unzipped the sleeping bag and uncovered us. I gently rolled Gordon onto his back, without waking him. He was also hard as a rock, it was the first time I had seen him erect. Even last night when he came on my leg I didn't see him hard, his body was screening his junk from my view. He wasn't as big as me, he was average size, about 6 inches hard, while I had grown to almost 8 inches. That would be fairly impressive if I wasn't always comparing it to Coach Bart's monster. I reached out, and for the first time in my life had another fur's cock in my hand. I was beside him, inverted, when I peeled back his sheath.

He woke with a gasp, "Adam, I said you didn't have to reciprocate."

"I know that I don't have to, but I want to. Even if we don't end up together I would like to give you the same sort of pleasure that you gave me. You were wonderful last night."

"Since I was with you, it was easy. That's all I've fantasized about since the middle of cross country season. I've kind of imagined myself being your groupie. It was way better than I imagined it would be though."

"Gordon, just shut up lie back and enjoy it." I said as I bent over to lick the head of his cock, while working his sheath up and down his shaft. He moaned with pleasure. My muzzle followed my hand down his shaft, until I had him completely engulfed in my mouth. I ran my tongue in circles around his shaft, since it was first thing in the morning he had a bit of a musky taste. At first, I was surprised that he wasn't emitting any pheromones, but it made sense since he was a sub not a dom. He definitely deferred to me in everything, I was the dog, he was definitely the pup. My pup if I wanted him to be, all I had to do was ask. It was very tempting to have someone that worshiped me at my complete beck and call. In the seconds that it took for those thoughts to run through my mind, I continued to bob up and down his tasty member. He was leaking precum badly now and moaning uncontrollably, but to my surprise he slid under me and took my cock into his eager mouth. My blow job had now become a 69 situation. But Gordon was close to the edge, I continued to bob up and down on him as I thrust my dick in and out of his muzzle. His knot started to form and I wrapped my paw around the base of it. That was all it took for Gordon to blast his load into my muzzle, I swallowed it as fast as he could give it to me. The intensity of his orgasm was enough that he lost all concentration on my dick as he shot his load. After he shot his last drop, I let go of his knot, but his tight sheath was enough pressure on his knot, to keep a horny young fur erect. I crawled around until I was between his legs and worked my way up his body until we were face to face. I gave him a kiss and started grinding my still erect cock against his.

As I broke off the kiss he said, "Adam, I'm sorry you didn't get to cum."

"Don't worry, I still plan to cum all over my pup." I said as I licked his nose. I continued to grind against his still hard cock, until I was on the edge. I quickly moved up his body until I was straddling his waist and grabbed my knot. I shot ropes of thick cum from his chest to his muzzle, much to his delight. He licked it all off of his chest and I licked it off of his muzzle where he couldn't reach.

"So does this mean you have decided to be with me?" Gordon asked.

"Gordon, I don't know what to do. I know I have strong feelings for Coach Bart, and I am starting to have strong feelings for you. But until I work them out, I don't know if I can really be with you."

"I told you, if things work out between you and Coach Bart, I will step aside."

"But that's not fair to you, and I am afraid that if the situation comes up where I have a chance with Coach, that I won't take it because I am with you."

"Adam, That's why I am leaving things open with you and Coach Bart, because if you are with me and you pass up the chance with Coach, it will drive a wedge between us. If things work out between the two of you, well then you were never really mine. And if you chose to come back to me I will know you are mine. I don't have as much to lose as you think."

"Are you sure?"

"YES! So why don't you just give up, and accept the fact that I am your pup, at least for now."

"Well then, if you're my pup, you have to start realizing that you are special, not a nobody." I said as I licked his nose.

He grinned, "Well I do feel special now, I'm Adam's pup. That's what I've wanted to be now for 6 months."

"Well as much as I'd like to lay here and snuggle with my pup, we need to get up and fix breakfast, so we can start fishing at 8:00 AM sharp."

We got up and put some sweats on. It was a little colder than it was last evening, but it was supposed to warm up to a beautiful spring day. It was the perfect day for the opener. The creek had just the right flow and a nice green tint to it. Perfect conditions for fishing nymphs. And there was always the possibility of a grannon caddis hatch, which would mean the opportunity to fish dry flies, my favorite type of fishing.

I started a fire and Gordon got the food out. I put some bacon in a pan and started frying it. Gordon came up behind me, hugged me and licked my ear. "I'm the luckiest pup in the whole world." he exclaimed.

"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration." I laughed.

"I don't think so, I wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world right now." he said in total seriousness.

"Well Mr. Lucky Pup, get out a paper plate and some paper towels so we can drain the bacon. It's done." I said as I turned my head and gave him a quick kiss.

I left the bacon grease in the pan and used it to fry the eggs. I made 3 jumbo eggs for each of us. We were distance runners, anything less than that would be just an appetizer. Gordon had six slices of bread in a special basket and was toasting it over the open fire. Soon we were noshing on an excellent breakfast of bacon, eggs and buttered toast, chased by a big glass of milk. Just the way to start off a great day of fishing.

At about a quarter to eight, we put our waders on. Then I started rigging up our fly rods with flies I had tied over the winter. I tied a woolly bugger with a sucker spawn dropper onto Gordon's leader and a woolly bugger with a caddis nymph dropper on mine. The weighted woolly buggers would get the flies down where the fish were but most of the fish would be probably caught on the droppers. I attached strike indicators about 3 feet up the leader. I studied the creek and found a nice seam where a deep fast current went past a boulder which caused an eddy. At 7:58 we waded out and took our positions.

"Gordon, I want you to watch me for the first few minutes. I'll explain why I am doing what I'm doing. Then when you have a better idea of what to do, you can start fishing."

"OK"

"What we are looking for are places where a fast current is next to a slow current. Fast currents bring food to the fish, but they wait in the slow current until they see it drifting in the fast water. They dart out and get it, then go back to wait in the slow water. I've picked this spot right here." I was interrupted by the alarm on my wrist watch going off, it was 8:00. I shut off the alarm and said, "OK watch me."

I made a cast about 5 feet upstream of where I thought the fish would be. I mended line just slightly to get a natural drift, and the strike indicator paused right were I expected a fish to be. I set the hook and felt it drive home into a nice sized trout.

"WooHoo!" I yelled. "Fish on!" I said and the 16" rainbow trout leaped at the end of my line, then dove deep trying to use the strong current to help in its attempt to free itself. I turned him, he darted toward his deep slow water lair and I turned him again.

"That's how you want to play a fish, keep constant pressure on him and try to turn him as often as possible. When you make him change directions you take away all his momentum and tire him out more quickly." I said as I netted the fish. I put it on the stringer and held it up. "A couple more and we'll have a nice shore lunch."

"Wow, I can't believe you caught one on your first cast." Gordon said admiring the big 'bow.

"The first cast is the easiest one to catch them on, you catch them off guard. Do you want to try yet, or do you want to watch a little more?"

"I'll watch some more."

I made a couple of more casts into the same current, and on the third one, I had another fish on. This was a 12" brown trout, which put up a spirited battle before I had him on the stringer.

Gordon asked, "Can I try now?" You could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Sure." I said as we traded places. I pointed to a spot and said, "Cast right there."

He did, but he didn't get a strike on the first cast. "Keep casting in the same place, I know there's got to be one there."

He continued to cast, and on the fourth cast the strike indicator paused, and he set the hook on a nice 13" rainbow. It leaped into the air, the pink stripe flashing in the sunlight.

"WOW!" Gordon exclaimed as the fish made a run in the current. "My first fish ever!"

"You don't have him in yet, turn him but don't horse him in."

Gordon followed my instructions to a T. He soon had the fish in and I netted it for him. "Way to go Gordon, you did great for your first time." I put I put it on his stringer and gave it back to him to admire. He held it up, while I got my camera out and took pictures.

"This is cool. Thanks Adam" He said as he pulled me into a hug.

"Cooler than last night?" I asked.

"Nothing will ever be cooler than last night." he said as he licked my nose.

"Yeah, that was pretty cool."

We continued to fish until about noon. I had already caught 32 and Gordon had 8. We both kept 3 for lunch.

"Time for lunch. Fishing this hard really works up an appetite." I said as we walked back to our campsite. I started a fire in the fire pit and asked, "Gordon, do you know how to fillet a fish?"

"No." he replied in an embarrassed tone.

"Would you like to learn?"

"Yes. Will you teach me how."

I showed him how while I filleted mine, and then coached him through filleting his. I took a block of lard out of our provisions and put it in the big skillet. Its aroma was great as it melted over the wood fire. I got out a couple of eggs and beat them with a little milk. Then I poured some instant potato flakes into a paper plate. I grabbed one of Gordon's fillets, dipped it in the egg wash, then into the potato flakes. Then back in the egg wash and back into the potato flakes, and dropped it into the sizzling skillet of lard. I repeated it with all of the fillets. When I had the last one in, it was time to turn the first one over. By the time I got the last one turned it was time to take the first one out. Gordon was waiting eagerly with his plate. After I dished out all of his, he picked up a plate for me, and I got the rest of them out. We salted them and had cocktail sauce to dip them in. We sat down on our log and dug in.

After he had his first bite I asked, "So, how are they?"

"Delicious!" He said as he stuffed another bite into his mouth. "I think it is even better because I caught it myself, with help from you of course."

"I taught you how, but you caught them all by yourself. You need to take credit for the things you do." Since he was my pup now, I was going to help him work on his self image

We finished our creekside lunch and resumed fishing. I was still catching about four fish to every one that Gordon was catching, but he was having a day that the average fisherman just dreams of. I made a cast where a swift current went past a boulder, and a huge shape came out to intercept my fly right when I was pulling it out of the water. It was a huge trout, well over 20 inches long. I wanted Gordon to catch it.

"Hey Gordon." I called out. "I've got a spot I want you to try."

He came over and I told him where to cast. The behemoth dashed out of the shadows and attacked his woolly bugger. He set the hook and the water exploded. The big brown's rush to get the bugger before it could get away again took it almost to the surface. When it tried to change directions, it's big tail came out of the water then slapped down hard as it tried to make it's escape. It dove back towards its boulder, if it could get there it might be able to wrap Gordon's line around it.

"Turn him, don't let him get back to the boulder."

"I'll try." He replied nervously.

He managed to turn him just before he got under the boulder. He darted back into the current, powering down stream, using the fast current and his weight and bulk to try to break Gordon's four pound test leader.

"Let him run, we'll follow him down to the next pool. It's slower and there aren't many places he can get you hung up."

I directed him to shore, and we ran down the bank following the lunker through the riffles into the next pool. For as inexperienced as he was, he played the fish well. After a ten minute fight, he had it subdued to the point I could net it. It wouldn't fit completely into the small trout net that I had brought with me, but I managed to get the front two thirds of it in the net and get it onto the shore. Gordon was shaking with excitement as I handed him the big brown.

"Way to go Gordon!!!!

"That's a pretty big one isn't it?"

"It's bigger than any I've ever caught, it's the biggest one I've ever seen on this creek."

"Why didn't you catch it yourself then?"

"I gotta take care of my pup. I wanted today to be special for you. Besides I had more fun watching you catch it than I would have had if I had caught it myself." I said as I ruffled his head fur affectionately. "Hold it up so I can get a picture of you two."

I took his picture, then asked, "Well, what are you going to do with it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can keep it or let it go. Fish that size aren't very good to eat, I prefer the ones 16 inches and shorter. We can measure it and take some pictures of it, in case you want to get a fiberglass replica made. It probably takes 10 years for a fish to grow that big, if you let it go, someone else will get the thrill of catching it. I'll understand though, if you want to keep it."

"Would you let it go?"

"Yes"

"Well, that's what I'll do."

We measured it and took some closeup pictures of it. It was twenty-four and a half inches long. Then Gordon eased it back into the water. We watched as it slowly eased it's way back into the depths.

I hugged him and said, "I'm proud of you pup. You did a great job getting that one in."

He beamed from my praise, "Adam, this has been the best weekend of my entire life. I don't know how it could have gone better."

"It's only half way over. Hopefully it will get even better, if I have anything to say about it."

He raised his ears in surprise, "So what other surprises do you have in store for me."

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. I want make this weekend as special as I can for MY pup. Are you ready to quit for the day and get some dinner?"

"Yeah, I'm famished."

"We can roast some weenies over the fire."

"I'd rather have that big raw one." He said leering at my crotch with a big shit-eating grin on his face.

"How did I get stuck with such a bad pup." I joked, but deep down inside it turned me on that he wanted me so intensely. "Who knows, if you're a good pup I may give it to you for dessert."

We got out of our waders and got into shorts and Tees. We gathered some wood and started another fire in the fire pit. We each cut a stick from a nearby oak tree and stripped all the leaves from them and sharpened the ends. Gordon got the wieners out of our cooler. We each put one on our stick, and roasted them over the coals. We were both impatient with the first one, it was charred on the outside and cool on the inside. But we were hungry, so we slapped them on buns, slathered them with ketchup and wolfed them down. I don't know if either of us even tasted them. That took the edge off our hunger however, and we each roasted the next one more carefully. They were perfection, a little crispy on the outside and roasted all the way through. We ate these more slowly, savoring the flavor of one of life's great simple pleasures. We each had two more to finish off the pack.

"Hold still you have some ketchup on you cheekfur." I said and pulled his head to mine. I licked the ketchup off, then went for something even more tasty. I kissed my pup and said, "Do you think you are ready for dessert?" My erection was easily visible through my shorts.

He leered at my groin and said, "I'm famished."

I picked him up, much to his surprise, and carried him over the threshold into the tent. I pulled his T-shirt off and he shucked his drawers. As I pulled my T-shirt off, he knelt down and started removing my shorts. I stepped out of them when he got them down around my ankles. The next thing I knew he had skinned back my sheath and was feasting on my maleness. I pulled his muzzle off of me, despite his moan of protest. I laid him down on his back, and got in 69 position on top of him, which stopped all protest. He immediately went back to work on my one-eyed trouser trout, but I pulled his legs forward, exposing his tight little virgin rosebud. I ran my tongue around it and he gasped.

"Does my pup like that?"

"God Yes! Please don't stop!"

I continued to rim him, then I plunged my tongue into him. Damn was he tight, I could just imagine how that would feel on my cock. He was having a hard time concentrating on sucking my cock, while I worked him over. I worked on him for a minute or two, then got up. Still on his back, he looked up at me questioningly.

"On your knees pup, I want you NOW!" I ordered.

I never saw someone move so fast. He said, "Yes SIR!" as he got to his knees. He pulled his tail up and to the side. He looked like a bitch in season waiting for her stud, except for the cute balls hanging down below his virgin asshole.

I knelt behind him. "I think the pup needs to learn how to give it up to the pack leader. What do you think pup."

He looked back grinning, "Yes SIR, the pup needs trained on how to please the pack leader." He wiggled his sexy little ass seductively, just about begging for it.

I guided my dick head to his cute little pucker. "This is probably going to hurt a little." I pressed firmly against his pucker, at first there was resistance, then all of a sudden it opened up. Before I realized it half of my member was in his no longer virgin ass. He gasped. "Just relax for a second while you get used to my size."

But to my surprise he slammed himself back, hilting himself on my cock. His balls swung back slapping into mine. It was my turn to gasp, I had never felt anything so good. It was hot, tight and velvety. It hugged my cock like it was made just for that purpose.

"Please Adam, FUCK ME!"

He didn't have to ask me twice. Slowly at first, but more and more rapidly I began working my dick in and out of my pup. Soon I was slamming it in, my balls slapping his. I was working the whole way in and out, reaming out that tight little hole to accommodate my big cock. I was pounding his prostate on each thrust and he was leaking precum like a sieve. I was rapidly losing control, I wanted to drive it in deep, tie with him and fill him with my seed. And that's just what I did, I drove it in with short, hard one inch jabs while my knot expanded. I was stretching him as it grew and yet I was still instinctively trying to drive it in deeper. Soon it was so big that it wouldn't budge and that's when I exploded.

"YOU'RE MINE, PUP." I bellowed as I shot my seed into him, marking him as mine. I continued to shoot deep into him, when all of a sudden, I realized he was cumming too. When we both finally finished the main part of our orgasm, I eased us down on our sides. I had never tied with someone before, but from sex ed class, I knew I would continue to shoot intermittent spurts of semen into him for the next half hour or so. It was a wonderful feeling, locked deep in your mate, dominating them and filling them with your seed. Once you were tied with them, they were helpless, all they could do is accept it as you continued to fill them.

I hugged him close to me and licked his ear. "You belong to me now pup, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

My arms were around his chest, he put his arms around mine to make sure I couldn't let go. "Adam I was wrong when I said nothing could be better than last night. It pales in comparison to this. Feeling you locked in me, shooting in me, making me yours. That part is even better than my orgasm. "

"Well I'm glad you like it, because I think I could get addicted to your tight little ass. I plan on fucking it every chance I get, so you better get used to it."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn straight it is. My dick is planning on getting it's address changed to your ass."

We lay there snuggling while I continued to shoot my seed in him. It was bonding us ever more tightly. I finally realized something then and I had to tell Gordon. "Gordon, I love you." I murmured into his ear.

"I love you too Adam, but I think you already knew that."

He was right.

We remained tied for 45 minutes, as I continued to shoot copious quantities of semen into him. My balls were desperately trying to plant my pup in him. But all good things must come to an end, and eventually I deflated enough that I pulled out with a "plop".

Gordon drifted off into a restful, contented sleep, as I possessively held him close to me. From now on I would look after him and protect him. That's what a good dog does for his pup. But I couldn't sleep. I hadn't lied to him, I DID love him. He filled a need I hadn't even realized I had. When I was among my peers, I was a leader, he was a follower. While I was confident in my abilities, I was never confident about how others perceived me, he unashamedly idolized me. I needed to be loved, there was no love in my home, and he seemed to love me to the depths of his soul. And on top of that, the sex was unbelievable for both of us.

But there was still a part of me that was the fatherless little boy, desperately searching for a father figure. Part of my psyche was horribly damaged, I needed a strong man to repair it. And that was a role Gordon could never play. And on what should have been the happiest day of my life, doubts and fears started creeping back into my heart.