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Gordon's Mom stood in the doorway staring, time seemed to just stand still. For what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only seconds we all froze. I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. Gordon's Mom was the first to break the silence.

"It's obvious that we can't talk right now, but as soon as you two separate get dressed and meet me in the family room. It's obvious that we need to discuss this... er... situation."

Even though I had been right in the middle of my tie when she came in, it was like cold water had been thrown on me and I instantly started deflating. Part of me wanted to throw my clothes on, climb the fence and take off for home. What was she going to think of me? She liked me and had trusted me. How was I going to face her? I finally came down enough to pull out without hurting Gordon. We hadn't spoken a word since we had been caught, when finally Gordon broke the silence.

"Damn, we are so busted! What are we going to do?"

"I don't think we have any options, your Mom is waiting for us." I answered. I wondered if she would forbid us to see each other. Probably at the very least I wouldn't be allowed over here anymore. She wouldn't be able to keep us from seeing each other at school at least and since she worked during the day we would be able to find someplace else to meet. Damn, my heart was pounding as we got dressed and got ready to face the music. Our feet were both dragging as we walked to the family room like condemned prisoners walking to the gallows. We walked in and were met by her piercing stare.

"Have a seat." She said and we both plopped down on the couch.

"Look Ma'am, it's all my fault, I'm the leader. I should have had more control over myself. If you want I will leave." I said rising from the couch.

"I said sit down. I'm not going to pretend that I am happy about this. Most mothers don't want to find out their son is a tail raiser. Aside from the fact that it means they won't have grandchildren, a big thing in and of itself, who wants to see their child have to struggle with that burden? Especially when it has such a stigma attached to it. "

"I'm sorry mom, but that is who I am! I love Adam and I'm not giving that up regardless of what the rest of the world thinks!" Gordon interrupted with a fire he very rarely showed.

"Don't interrupt me; this is hard enough as it is. I've been suspecting that this has been going on, otherwise there wouldn't have been a good reason for you to start using your father's old scent masking spray." She replied rolling her eyes. "Now I guess we have to deal with it. I know you two love each other, that's obvious. I also know that for the first time in a long time Gordon has been happy. And that's more important to me than what society thinks. Until you became friends with Adam I worried that I was going to come home one day and find you dead. But you two need to be more careful, there are plenty of furs out there that would use it as an excuse to beat the crap out of you if they found out. Trying to keep you two separated would be futile and counterproductive, so if you are going to fool around I would rather you do it here where it is safe."

I just stood there dumbfounded while Gordon asked, "You mean you don't care if we fool around here at the house?"

"Well I would rather you do it behind closed doors so I don't have to see it. But yes, I would rather you guys had a safe place to be together."

Gordon got up and hugged his mom, "Thanks Mom, I don't know if I could have faced not being with Adam."

"Well I'm just glad you fell in love with someone nice like Adam. I don't think I would be so understanding with someone who didn't treat you right. Well it's late we all need to get to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Gordon and I said in unison.

We went up to Gordon's room got undressed and got into bed. Neither of us was horny any more after our close call. I was spooning Gordon and holding him tight relieved that I wasn't going to lose him. He was still shaking; I was licking his ear to calm him down. It also calmed me down by giving me something to do.

"Damn that was scary." Gordon whispered.

"I'll say it was, but your Mom is really cool. I figured she would hate me. I thought at the very least she would say if we have to have sex, at least not to do it under her roof. Her letting us have a safe place to get together is really great. It's a shame that she is alone, I bet she gets lonely."

"She does, sometimes at night I hear her talking in her sleep to a lover. Sometimes I think she dreams she is still married to my father."

"Sometime it is better to be alone than to be with someone awful, she could have ended up with someone like my step-father."

"I wish she could have found someone like you." Gordon added wishfully. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just held him close as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms...

I woke up moaning early Sunday morning to Gordon working on my morning wood. He had already skinned my sheath back and was deep throating me expertly. I let him continue for a while, then I ordered. "Buns up kneeling pup!"

Gordon nursed on my rod for a second or two more before he let go, got on his knees and grinned at me before burying his face in the pillow. He wiggled his ass seductively at me as I positioned myself at his entrance. I was leaking copious quantities of precum, my testosterone levels were sky high from all the competition at the state meet and then being cut short last night when Gordon's mom caught us. I used my dick to smear it all over his tight little pucker and got ready to mark my property again. He moaned as I teased the entrance. "Does the subby little bitch want bred by the big stud dog?" I teased.

He mumbled his approval with his muzzle buried in deep in the pillow. He tried to push back to impale himself, and I took the opportunity to thrust at the same time, sinking half my boner in its favorite place. The pillow muffled Gordon's yelp of pain. I thrust again sinking it three quarters of the way in, then a final time as I seated myself the whole way in. Normally I gave Gordon time to get used to me before I started pounding his ass, but I was so horny and his ass was so warm and tight that I couldn't stop myself from hammering away almost immediately. My pubic bone was making a loud slapping sound as it hit his ass rapid fire and my balls were slamming into his every time I bottomed out. I knew I wasn't going to last long as I hammered away at his tight little hole. My knot was starting to form outside of him so I had to slam it in. Even though it was only a quarter of its full size, that was more than Gordon was used to and he cried out into the pillow as it popped through his tight little sphincter, locking me in. Instinct then took over as I slammed deep and then pounded it in as far as I could with short hard thrusts. I exploded deep in my pup, blasting my seed and potent dominance pheromones deep in him. Good thing it was Sunday, I don't think even the best scent mask would cover that one up. I just thought about it, Gordon's mom would know EXACTLY what we had been doing. Well at least she had given us permission, I thought with a smirk as I continued to unload deep in my pup, who eagerly accepted my issue.

I rolled us onto our sides and ran my paws through his headfur. I murmured, "Such a good pup..." as I caressed him gently.

"Is Daddy proud of me?" He asked, his desperate need of approval was obvious. But at least I didn't have to lie.

"Of course Daddy is proud of his pup. Who wouldn't be? Your first year out for track and eighth at the State meet."

He giggled like a young pup and wiggled his ass even closer to my groin if that was possible. "Yeah, but you came in third place at State in your first year." You could just hear the hero worship dripping in his voice. "I'm even more proud that I'm your pup."

I didn't know what to say, I just kissed the back of his head and held him closer as I continued to empty my seed deep in him, bonding us even closer. After a few minutes I ran my paw down his belly until I reached his puphood. He was hard as a rock, but I didn't feel any spooge. "Pup, didn't you get to cum?" I said as I stroked his sheath up and down his erection.

"No Daddy, when you popped the knot in it hurt enough that I went soft, and I didn't get hard until after you came."

"I'm sorry Pup, I didn't mean to hurt you." I apologized as my stroking picked up speed.

"No need to apologize Daddy, it was a good pain. It reminded me of what a big stud my Daddy is."

"Well the least I can do is make sure my pup gets to cum." My paw was now a blur on his sheath. I gave some short thrusts and my knot jammed against his swollen prostate with each thrust. Finally his knot started forming and I clamped my paw behind it as I continued jerking. Soon he cried out and shot a huge load onto the towel he had laid under him earlier. I rolled us onto our sides and we lay there with our tongues hanging out of the side of our mouths panting.

When we finally cooled off and caught our breath. I nuzzled my pup's ear then rested my muzzle across his neck, as I continued to spend myself in him. We were both totally relaxed as we lay there cuddling. My pups familiar scent, combined with his submission pheromones and my dominance pheromones was a heady mélange, that put me even more at peace. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep again was saying, "I love you Pup." But he was already sleeping.

"Gordon! Adam! Get up, I've got breakfast cooking!" Gordon's mom called out from the kitchen. I could smell the bacon and sausage, even with the door closed. It was 8:30; we didn't bother showering, just put some gym shorts on and headed out to the kitchen. Being teenage distance runners meant we were always famished.

As we entered the kitchen Gordon's mom wrinkled her nose, rolled her eyes, put her paw to her forehead and shook her head with a knowing smirk. Obviously she could smell the results of our morning romp.

As we walked in Gordon's mom hugged us both and said, "I was so proud of both of you yesterday. I ran out and got 2 extra copies of the newspaper, one for each of you to keep. It's a good thing I did. They are nearly sold out. I had to go to 4 different convenient stores to find them. She handed us the papers and there I was getting handed the state MVP trophy. I was on the front page above the fold, sharing top billing with a team picture of The Willowbrook High School Spartans as they posed with the state team trophy.

"Man is Wilbur gonna be pissed." I said, laughing as I looked at the picture.

"Why would he be pissed, he should be proud of you." She said, looking dumbfounded.

"He thinks I'm a conceited little brat and that this extra attention will make my head even bigger."

"What is wrong with that mongrel! I've never heard you brag about yourself."

"The real reason is he is jealous, Ma'am. He's never been good at anything except baking. It's worse when he has been drinking then he really gets abusive."

"Does he beat you?"

"No Ma'am, it's always just verbal abuse and bullying the rest of the family into giving me the cold shoulder."

"That's awful."

"I'll admit I don't like it much, but it's only for a couple more years. Then I can go away to college, hopefully either on an athletic or academic scholarship."

She came over and gave me a hug, "I worry about you Adam."

"Don't worry I'm used to it. I'm tough enough to handle it Ma'am." At least I hoped this was true, sometimes it all seemed to weigh me down. That thought made me think of Coach Bart.

She held me tighter and kissed me on the forehead. "If you ever need help or someone to talk to you can always come here." We sat down to the wonderful breakfast of eggs over easy, bacon, sausage links, buttered toast and as a treat strawberries and cream. All too soon it was time to go home. I dreaded dealing with Wilbur, but putting it off wasn't going to make it any easier. They told me I needed to be home by Sunday morning. Maybe he wouldn't get home soon and I could head back out to the playground, after I made a token appearance in the house. I hugged Gordon and got ready to leave.

"I'll meet you in front of your house at 3:45 and we can run down together and clean the bakery together." He said.

"You don't have to Pup, I can get it myself."

"I want to Adam, at least I'll get to be with you."

"OK, I'll see you then." I said as I started the run back to my house. I got home and walked in the door. My mom and step-father were working, although it was 10 AM so Wilbur would be leaving work soon, or so I thought. With that unpleasant thought in mind I grabbed my basketball and went across the street to the playground to shoot around. Right after Track season and right after Cross Country season were the only times I could play basketball. If the coaches caught me playing anywhere near when the season started they would kill me, although shooting around and playing horse were permissible. There were a handful guys playing so I got on a team. My offense wasn't very good since I didn't get to play much during the seasons but I was quick on defense and my stamina was way better than the other guys. Good thing I had already planned on taking a 2 week break from running to let my legs recuperate.

Soon there were over 20 pups at the playground. Partially due to the fact that one of my teammates was a great shooter and to the fact that I played strong defense and no one could keep up with me, our team won frequently so we stayed on the court most of the afternoon. Before I knew it, it was time to go to clean the bakery.

Gordon came down past the courts at quarter to four and we both ran down to the bakery. I went in; Gordon would have to wait until my Mom left to come in. As I came in the door my Mom hugged me and said. "I heard you did great at State." Since Wilbur wasn't around she could risk showing me some affection.

"Yeah, a first, a second, a third and Most Valuable Performer. The trophy is still at Gordon's house." I didn't add that it was going to stay there so Wilbur wouldn't smash it in a fit of drunken rage.

"I wish I could have been there, but the Bakery was open so I had to work."

"Joe closed the pizza shop so he could come. He claimed he wouldn't have made any money anyway since half of the town was going to be at the meet."

"That's what we should have done. Although I think it was more like three quarters of the town went. It was like a ghost town here. We got stuck with about three quarters of what we made yesterday and today." She pointed to a big pile of garbage bags by the back door. "That's what we had left today; we had just as much yesterday." She added shaking her head sadly. "Phil the pig farmer is going to be happy again today. His pigs are eating well this weekend."

I had never seen us throw out so much stuff. Usually we had to throw the day old stuff in the freezer for a week before there was enough to justify Phil making a trip out to the bakery to pick up the leftovers. It seemed like such a waste.

"Well I need to get home. Wilbur will be even more upset if I don't get right home and get his dinner on the table." And with that she walked out the door and left me to clean the bakery. Gordon and I cleaned the bakery and then hung out at his house. We played some video games and exchanged BJs before I had to go home.

Usually if I got home by 9 PM Wilbur would still be asleep until he got up for work at 11:30. But all bets were off on Sunday night since the bakery was closed on Mondays, our one day off a week. I could hear the TV on in the family room so I quietly went up to my room. I got undressed and lay in my bed studying for our upcoming finals. All of my finals were on Tuesday and Wednesday, Friday was the last day of school for the year.

I heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs to my room and then Wilbur's drunken voice yelling up the stairs at me. "Adam! Get your sorry ass down here. Just because the paper thinks you're the MVP doesn't mean anything. I know you are a worthless piece of shit!"

I groaned and got up, dreading having to face him, especially since he was three sheets to the wind drunk. "I'm coming." I yelled back down at him. I put a T-shirt and a pair of running shorts on. For some reason the thought of him seeing me naked gave me the willies. I walked down to the living room where he was camped out on the couch watching TV, 7 empty beer cans stacked in front of him on the coffee table. This was going to be bad.

"So you think you're Mr. Hot Shot now?" He said pointing to the picture on the front page of the paper. "Mr. MVP of the State Meet, whoop dee fucking doo." I didn't say anything, defending myself always just made him angrier and more aggressive. "You know you fucking little Bastard, you cost me plenty this weekend. Everybody in town it seems went to watch you run. I baked the normal amount for a Saturday and we didn't even sell a quarter of it. I even put a half price sale on after 11 and we still got stuck with it. Someone from the homeless shelter wanted me to donate the unsold stuff to them, but I told him to fuck off. I was giving it to the pig farmer like I always do when we have a little left over. At least he gives me a free pig once a year for it. What are the fucking homeless gonna do for me?"

I just stood there as he berated me. I finally rolled my eyes, which was just enough provocation to set him off even more.

"Don't roll your eyes at me you little cocksucker, you're gonna pay for this. I lost my fucking shirt this weekend." I wanted to say, "It looks like you still had plenty for that case of beer." but I bit my tongue. "For the next 2 weeks you aren't getting paid. That should just about make up for the money you cost me."

"TWO WEEKS? No way, school will be ending after this week and that will mean the second week will be a 65 hour week."

"If you're lucky it will only be 65 hours. Since I'm not paying you, I'm gonna get all the work out of you that I can." He said with a self satisfied evil grin on his face. "I figure I can find plenty of extra cleaning that needs done. Now get the fuck out of my sight, you make me sick!" He added, then chugged another beer. As I turned to walk away, he belched and mumbled, "Fuuckin MVP muh aass." The eighth beer must have went straight to his head because now he was really slurring his words.

I went up stairs and started to try studying again, but I was so fucking angry. All I could think about was having to work for TWO WEEKS and not get paid. It was bad enough that I only got paid half of minimum wage normally, but to not even get that just frosted my balls. It was tough enough making ends meet already. Ever since I started getting paid Wilbur had decided that I had to buy my own clothes and toiletries and anything else I wanted besides my food. Even worse was the fact that I couldn't even be comfortable in my own house any more, I rarely ventured out of my room except to eat and shower. Why couldn't I have a dad that was proud of me. That immediately turned my thoughts to Coach Bart, what I wouldn't give to be his son. Well not exactly son I thought with an evil grin imagining myself kneeling in front of that sexy Dobie body. My hand immediately went to my rapidly stiffening Johnson as a picture of him in the shower flashed through my mind. Coach standing under the shower... hands over his head rinsing off the shampoo... his biceps bulging... his pecs flexing... his huge doghood hard as a fucking rock... the inviting leer on his face beckoning me to get on my knees and take care of him like a good pup should. I took myself into my muzzle and in no time flat I blew my load as I imagined it was my hero. I lay on my bed with a sigh, hugged my pillow and imagined what it would be like falling asleep with Coach Bart tied with me. Holding me protectively like only a big Dobie could do. I cried myself to sleep.