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IIn My Wildest Dreams

Part 1 Junior High

Once upon a time

Once when you were mine

I remember skies

Mirrored in your eyes

I wonder where you are

I wonder if you

Think about me

Once upon a time

In your wildest dreams

I'm an Anthro Irish Setter who has just experienced the greatest day of his life. I stand just under 6 feet tall. I am the star runner on our Cross Country and Track and Field teams, so I am incredibly fit. I have a body I am proud of, lean and muscular, a runner's build. I have been told that I am handsome, but then most of us Irish Setters are. I have Mahogany fur, which is short and flat all over my body. That is except on my long low set ears, my sides, the backs of my arms and legs and my tail, where it is long, silky and flowing. It made me look even faster than I really was because my ears and all the long hair would trail behind me. I am one of the popular kids at the school; smart, good looking, and a star athlete. I have a little bit of a shy streak, so, unlike some of the other jocks in the school, I don't have an ego problem. Or at least an external ego problem, when you get me on the track, I like nothing better than to embarrass the hell out of my competition.

My home life isn't so great though. When I was eight my mother divorced my dad. We moved 2500 miles away so I hardly ever get to see my dad any more. My mom remarried but after a year or two my stepfather pretty much ignored me except to criticize me. It never made me doubt myself, but it did make me doubt how others saw me. It instilled in me a need to excel at everything I tried. It also left me desperate for a father figure in my life.

I guess I need to start at the beginning. It all started when I was 13, just entering puberty. I was a straight A student and a Math whiz so I was one of a select group of eighth grade students who was allowed to take Algebra a year early. One of the side benefits was that the class was taught by a hot looking young teacher, a Doberman named Mr. Bart. He was 6' 2" with a good build, not a body builder type but well defined. He had the typical short black fur of a Doberman with those distinctive tan patches on the muzzle, the hands, the feet and other places, that at the time, I could only imagine. He had the cutest little ass with a sexy little docked tail that wagged so seductively when he walked. It was all topped with tall, cropped, pointed ears that drew attention to his piercing eyes. I swear he could look right through you with them. Mr. Bart taught all the Trig and Calculus classes at United Furs High School, but the only Algebra class he taught was the eighth grade advanced algebra class. Mr. Bart was a genius, the best teacher in the school, and even though he was only 25, he was already the head of the Math department. He was also the sexiest teacher in the school. All the girls tried to flirt with him, but he was always the definition of decorum. Everyone figured it was to make sure he didn't get himself in trouble, because the female students just about threw themselves at him.

As I said I was just going into puberty, so I was developing new feelings and urges. Bart became a hero to me. At that time I thought it was just because he was so smart. I was the best student in the class, partially because I didn't want to disappoint my new hero and partially because I was already one of the best in my grade in math. When Mr. Bart saw how much I liked math, he took extra time with me. I realized the better I did the more attention and approval I got from my hero, so of course I gave it maximum effort. Soon I was way ahead of the others in the class. He would work with me on advanced work while the others were working problems in class. I got razzed for being the teacher's pet, but that didn't bother me because it was true and I loved it. What I didn't realize is I had a BIG crush on the big Doberman.

I had always been interested in sports but never really was good at the traditional big three; football, basketball and baseball. This was partially because I was kind of slow and a little on the small side, but mostly because I no longer had a father that would take interest in me and teach me how to play. But over the summer I had a small growth spurt and caught up to the rest of the class. I also lived half way up a tall steep hill. It was called Sky Hill because anytime you went up it, it looked like you were riding straight up into the sky. Any time I wanted to go somewhere, I had to ride my bike or run. Which meant I had to go up the hill and down the hill several times a day. I also would get on my bike and ride up and down hills 5 miles each way to go fishing at the local trout stream. By the middle of the summer, my leg strength and endurance had dramatically increased. I decided to play Jr. High football and see if I could make the team.

It was obvious on the first day of practice that I was in much better shape than anyone on the team. I still wasn't the fastest sprinter but when we had to run the quarter mile, I blew everyone away without even trying. Everyone was shocked because I had never been a good runner.

During the first week, the coaches tried all of the players that were coming out for the first time at a lot of positions. It wasn't until the fourth day of practice that I found what I did well. The coaches taught us how to run three different pass routes, a down and out, a button hook and a down out and down. We practiced them for about half an hour and then the coach made people defend the passes. If the receiver caught the pass the defender had to run a lap. If the receiver failed to catch the pass then he had to run a lap. I was the only one who didn't have to run a lap. With my powerful legs, I was able to make sharp cuts and I was able to catch anything that I managed to get my hands on.

I played football that fall but wasn't good enough to start. The Junior High team didn't pass much, so they used a tight end instead of a wide receiver to block for the running backs. I wasn't big enough and needed more practice on my blocking technique to play tight end, but the following year I would be able to try out for the varsity and they did use a wide receiver at times. I decided I would continue working out and maybe by my senior year I would be good enough to be a starter.

When classes started, I didn't have Mr. Bart for any classes. I knew I wouldn't but is made the year drag. Whenever I was in Geometry class, my mind would wander and I would think about Mr. Bart. I still was one of the top students in this class but I was not as interested since Mr. Bart was not teaching it. I didn't do extra work to get ahead, just what I had to do to get an A. I got razzed now because I wasn't way better than everyone else. "You're not such a genius when you're not the teachers pet are you?" Sometimes no matter what you do you just can't win. But that didn't bother me nearly as much as not having Mr. Bart as a teacher.

The Christmas Holidays came and went and I decided to join Polar Bears which was the Track teams pre-season workout club. We ran 3 miles then lifted weights at the field house every day after school. I originally did this as part of my plan to get in shape for Football, but it soon became obvious that this was where my real talent was. The school record had been set in the 2 mile run the previous year by a Junior and he was back that season as a Senior. I was consistently beating him in our 3 mile training runs. I had found my niche in sports.

The head coach was a big, old, Saint Bernard named Mr. Socrates. His strength was in the field events, but he saw right away that I was a future star. Even though I was a freshman, it was obvious that I was going to be a starter on the varsity. We had our best team ever that year, we were very strong in the field events and a good crop of runners with potential. We just needed a running coach that could bring out that potential. The assistant coach from the previous year had moved to another state so everyone was wondering who would replace him. We would know on the first of March, when the Track and Field practice officially started.

The first day of official practice finally arrived and we were all abuzz with speculation on who the coach would be. All of us were arguing about who it would be while we changed into our workout clothes. We all went up to the team room and sat down waiting for our workout instructions. Coach Socrates gave us a welcome speech then said it was time to introduce the new assistant coach. All of us were shocked when Mr. Bart came out of the coaches office to be introduced. Of all the teachers we had speculated on none of us had guessed Mr. Bart. He had never coached any sports at the school, plus everyone thought of him as a brain not a jock. He was dressed in one of the school workout outfits. I was anxious for him to take off the sweats so I could see him in the track singlet and those sexy shorts.

We ran a mile warm up and did our group stretching exercises. We broke up into groups, throwers, jumpers, sprinters and distance runners. As I expected Coach Socrates coached the field performers and Bart worked with the runners. It soon became clear that Bart was as knowledgeable about running as he was about math. He had been a good high school distance runner and had also competed at the small college level. He put us through our paces. This was the first time either of the coaches had seen me run. During Polar Bears, we ran a cross country course so the coach only knew when we left and when we got back. He never saw my running form.

The distance runners were running a set of four one mile runs with a quarter mile jog between. I won each mile by at least a quarter lap so I was really pleased with myself. I didn't know what I was doing but my raw talent and my stubborn determination was enough to carry the day. We finished up with a mile cool down jog and we were all heading in to get our showers when Coach Bart said "Adam, wait a minute I need to talk to you."

"Sure Coach."

"It's obvious that you have a ton of raw ability." I beamed at him. "But you have the worst running form I have ever seen." My heart sank, my hero had just told me I was the worst he had ever seen at something. I stood there with a stunned expression on my face. Coach Bart saw my response, put an arm around my shoulder and said, "I didn't say it to hurt your feelings. If you ever want to live up to your potential, you are going to have to develop a better form. I'll work with you on it as long as you give me 100 % effort."

It was hard to concentrate with his arm around my shoulder. I smiled and said "If you're willing to work with me, I'll do my best."

"You have two issues with your form. First; you swing your arms across your body. That means your arms are rolling you side to side instead of propelling you forward. Always swing your arms straight forward and back. The second is that you run flat footed. Besides the fact that you are asking for an injury by running flat footed you also waste all your spring and forward motion. Most runners run on their toes but I think given your long stride you would be best to land on your heel and roll off of your toe. Just think about it tonight and tomorrow we will work on it."

Boy things couldn't have turned out better, Coach Bart was going to be giving me private coaching. Just thinking about it made me stiffen a little. We went into the field house. Most of the guys were already in the showers when we got there and I quickly got undressed to take my shower. I was done washing and was just relaxing under the hot water when Coach Bart came to the shower doorway, removed his towel, hung it up and walked into the shower. Everybody went silent, Coach Bart's towel wasn't the only thing that was hung. Coach Bart's black sheath was at least 8 inches long. Even though he was completely limp, the red tip of his fat dick was peaking out the end as it hung over two huge black balls. After a silence of 4 or 5 seconds, furs started talking self consciously among themselves. I had to force myself to stop staring but not before Coach Bart caught my eyes and smiled. Damn I was so busted, but I guess I could claim it was just the same shock everyone else had from seeing a dick that big. I hurried and finished rinsing off and grabbed my towel before I was sporting a woody.

I got dressed and gathered up my stuff. I always got a ride home with Mike, a Junior Bloodhound who had a Jeep. Five of us were in the Jeep. Along with Mike and I were, Tim, a Norwegian Elkhound, Brian the current 2 mile record holder and Ray a senior Great Dane. Tim finally had the nerve to say what we were all thinking, "Man did you see the cock on Coach Bart?"

"How could you miss it." said Brian.

"You know being a Great Dane, I thought I was big. But his dick is as big as my hard on when he is soft. " chimed in Ray.

"I bet he has to beat the chicks off with a stick." Mike added.

"I don't know about a stick but it looks like he has a BIG billy club handy any time he needs to use it." Brian laughed.

I remained silent, hiding my erection under my gym bag. The guys all ribbed me about my embarrassment, assuming it was just a freshman being embarrassed about talking so openly about another guy's equipment.

"Don't get so uptight Adam, it's OK to talk about other guys junk. It doesn't make you a tail raiser." Ray quipped.

I gave him a blank stare. "A tail raiser?"

"You know a guy that lets another guy shove his dick up his poop chute."

"They what?" I said shocked.

"Boy you freshmen are so naive, you know guys that like other guys. Fags."

I was shocked and they all got a good laugh out of it, it was a good thing they couldn't see my boner beneath the gym bag. I rode uneasily home and quickly got out before they noticed it.

I ate dinner and went to my room. I tried to do my homework but I was too distracted. All I could think of was Coach Bart and what he had between his legs. It gave me a nearly permanent woody.

I got undressed and got on my bed. I lay on my back and wrapped my hand around my sheath encased cock. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Coach Bart's huge cock that I was fondling. I worked my hand slowly up and down his shaft. It was so big, I couldn't get my hand around it. He moaned and I caught some precum in my hand. I skinned his sheath back to expose that huge pink somewhat pointed shaft. I started stroking it, using the precum as a lube. I slowly stroked the entire way up and down his shaft, pausing at the base of the knot to add a little pressure. In no time his knot started to swell, I gripped it at the base to simulate a tie and before long those huge balls jerked up and shot a huge load all over my chest. I did something I had never thought of doing before, I licked up all my cum, imagining it was his.

I had never fantasized about about jerking off a guy before. I wondered if I was a tail raiser. I hoped not, Ray had said it with such contempt like it was a terrible thing. I had been in lots of locker rooms and never gotten a woody looking at guys my age. I had even seen other coaches in the showers. But Coach Bart was a different story. I couldn't keep that beautiful Doberman cock out of my mind. Maybe because it was attached to a sexy Doberman, or maybe it was the fact that it was attached to the guy I completely idolized. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny to myself I wanted him, Bad. I thought about him shoving that huge cock up my tail hole. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to feel him deep in me, tying me, making me his. Even the thought of this made me hard again only minutes after I had shot the most intense load of my life.

I had to nip this in the bud, I didn't want to be a tail raiser. I wanted to be like everyone else and like girls. But the more I thought about it, none of the girls in the school turned me on. Oh I thought some were pretty, some even drop dead gorgeous but none of them made my dick stir. And the image of that Doberman cock etched in my mind wouldn't go away. No I couldn't lie to myself, if he ever asked, I would raise my tail in half a heartbeat for Coach Bart.

I was depressed all the next day until track practice. I got changed and went up to the team room. Coach Bart was sitting up at the front next to Coach Socrates. He grinned and nodded at me when he saw me and my depression instantly lifted. After getting the rest of the runners started on their workout he started teaching me the proper form for my style of running. I was having a hard time moving my arm exactly like Coach wanted me to. So Coach got behind me and put his arms behind mine and moved my arms the way they should go. It was hard to concentrate, I'm sure it was just my imagination, but it felt like when he was leaning into me that I could feel his hard cock grinding against my behind.

The fear of being called a tail raiser was enough of a distraction to keep me from getting an erection in the shower. That, plus the fact that I made sure I got out of the shower before Coach Bart got in, kept me safe that day.

When I went to my room for the night, I had a repeat of the fantasy from the night before, then settled in for a restless sleep.

The next day at practice, Coach Bart kept me late after practice was over to do extra work on my form. Everyone had gone by the time we were done. We went into the locker room and I noticed that Coach Bart locked the door after us. I stripped and got into the shower. As soon as I got the water adjusted Coach Bart came in and said no sense in wasting water we can shower together. We washed each other's backs, when we were done Coach Bart pulled me close to him and said, "I've been waiting for this a long time." Our dicks were together and now that his was hard it really dwarfed my 7 incher. He turned my face up to his and I was kissed for the first time in my life. He soon had his tongue in my mouth, I sucked on it imagining it was his big cock instead of his tongue. He soon broke off and guided me down to my knees and then guided my face to his crotch. He didn't need to guide me any further, my mouth dived to capture the piece of flesh that had been dominating my dreams. It was at least a foot long and thick enough that my fingers didn't reach around it. I snaked my tongue into his sheath and ran my tongue around and around his head. I could taste and smell the pheromones being emitted by this alpha male. Doberman Pinschers tend to be dominant furs to begin with, Coach Bart took it to the next level. His musky taste just whet my appetite, I wanted him to own me.

"I knew you were a tail raiser, from the moment I saw you." He moaned loudly and released a large shot of precum. With my hand I slowly pulled down his sheath. releasing that raging monster. It was masculinity personified and it was my duty to pay homage to it. I wondered how many other furs, male and female had been in this same position, kneeling before this sex god, worshiping this huge phallus.

"So Adam, how many other cocks have you sucked?"

"None Coach. You're the only fur I've ever been interested in. I've fantasized about you since the first day of practice."

"So you're a virgin? I can't wait to bust your cherry. But first I need to take the edge off so I can break you in right. You ready to swallow my load?"

"You bet Coach!"

He guided my mouth over his erection and I eagerly took him in.

He put his hands over my ears and started working my mouth back and forth over his cock. Soon he was fucking my throat and his huge knot was locked in my mouth. Any second now he was going to blow his load down my throat. I reached up and caressed those huge balls and....

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Damn, it was my alarm, and it woke me up right before he came down my throat. It was only a dream, but I came right as the alarm went off. I grabbed my knot to try to prolong the ecstasy for as long as I could, but the disappointment was incredible. But now I knew for sure what I wanted. I wanted Coach Bart so bad, but it was probably hopeless. With all the women chasing him what were the chances he was a 'tail raiser'?

The school days seemed to drag. While I was in class all I could think about was track practice. Everyday Coach Bart would spend part of the practice just helping me work on my running form. I knew for a long time that he liked me more than the other students, but at times I thought he wanted me the way I wanted him. He would touch me, put his arm around me when he was explaining things and occasionally he would lean his groin against me. Most of those times I thought he was hard but it was probably just wishful thinking. I wanted him so bad.

I worked my ass off in practice, partly because I am driven to succeed in anything I like, but mainly for Coach Bart's approval. The first meet was soon here. It was a home meet against our cross town rival, the Spartans. They had beaten us the last 7 years in a row and were the defending State Champs. I started off the meet by running the first leg of the 2 mile relay and gave our team a slight lead but our anchor man was out kicked at the end and we lost. I won the mile in 4:55 which put us back in the lead but when the results of the High Jump were tabulated they took the lead again. The meet went back and forth, there was a lead change after nearly every event.

Finally it was time for my main event, the 2 mile run. It was the next to last event of the meet, only the mile relay would be after it. Coach Bart came up to me and pulled me aside. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Adam, we are ahead by 10 points. They have a better mile relay than us, but if you can win the 2 mile you can clinch the win for us. I know you can do it." He gave me a pat on the butt that made my dick twitch and sent me back to the track. The starter fired the gun and we took off. I tucked in off the right shoulder of the leader and drafted him for the first mile. At the beginning of the fifth lap I made my move and slowly started to pull away. I didn't have a great kick yet so I wanted to get a good lead before the final kick. I continued to pull away and by the last lap I had a half lap lead. I could pretty much coast it in to win but Coach Bart called out, "If you run this last lap in 75 seconds you can break the school record."

I wanted the record but not as bad as I wanted to please Coach, so I began to grind out the last lap, picking up speed as I went. My arms were moving forward and backward like pistons and my heel to toe foot strike allowed me to take huge, ground covering, strides. As I came off the last bend, my long fur streaming behind me, I heard the whole crowd cheering for me, but the only one I had eyes for was Coach Bart who was jumping up and down, urging me on. I sprinted in and heard the timer read off my time: 10 minutes and 29 seconds. I had beaten the school record by 4 seconds and I had won the meet for us. My teammates mobbed me. I heard Bob, a Mastiff who was the defending state champion in the shot put say to Mitch a Bull Mastiff, "You know, he may just be the guy we need to put us over the top this year."

After our little celebration broke up, Coach Bart came up to me and put an arm around my shoulder and said, "Congratulations, you were GREAT!"

"Thanks Coach, I couldn't have done it without your help. The arm movement we worked on really helped my kick."

As expected we lost the mile relay, so my win was what put us over the top. An added bonus was the reaction of Bob and Mitch, the two team leaders. They were seniors and were one and two in the state in the shot and discus. They had pretty much ignored me, up until that point, as an untested freshman. Bob came up to me in the locker room and said in front of everybody, "You did a good job kid, welcome to the team." He shook my hand, then put me his arm around me for everyone to see. It was a signal to the rest of the team that if anyone gave me a hard time they would have to answer to him. I knew I was now part of the in crowd on the team.

The next day in school, I was a celebrity to the rest of the ninth graders. Freshmen very rarely made the varsity teams let alone made such a big contribution to a win. My wins in the mile and the 2 mile were worth 10 points out of our total of 79 points.

We continued to win all our meets, none of them as close as the first one. My times continued to steadily improve in my events. I usually won the mile and I was undefeated in the two mild. I had a big goal of running under 10 minutes in the 2 mile. Before long, it was time for the State Championship meet.

At the State championships you didn't have people in every event, only the ones where they were good enough to qualify. It didn't take a whole lot of points to win because most teams in the state didn't even have one fur that qualified. We had 5 qualifiers, plus two of us, Bob and Mitch qualified in two events each. The top eight finishers scored points, with 10 points for first then 8, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1 point for the next seven places. Usually only the qualifiers go to the State meet but, since we had a chance of winning the team title, the school let the whole team travel to the meet.

Bob and Mitch took first and second place in the shot and discus, giving us 36 points, but our other two qualifiers didn't place. We were still 4 points behind Highland Furs Academy with only the 2 mile and the mile relay to go. Highland was strong in the sprints, but had not qualified in either of these events so their scoring was done. I was our only runner left, since we didn't qualify for the mile relay, I needed to come in at least fourth place for us to win the championship.

The two mile run was an 8 lap race. They lined us up according to our qualifying times. I was the eighth best qualifier so I was on the end of the front row. The gun went off and I stayed on the outside so I wouldn't get boxed in. I was able to run free and easy on the outside and on the back stretch I was able to slide to the inside in sixth place. I held my position as we reached the halfway point. No one had made a move yet, but now the runner in front of me, a German Shorthair Pointer slowly started moving up through the pack. I knew I wasn't ready to make a move yet so I stayed put. The Shorthair took the lead and started to pull away, but the next four started to go with him. I had a decision to make, I could stay in my comfort zone and hope a few of the runners in front of me would hit the wall or I could go with them. I decided to go with them. I was the last runner to make the move, the rest let us go. We were soon pulling away from the rest of the runners. The Shorthair was running comfortably and still pulling away at the end of the fifth lap. A Weimaraner and a German Shepherd followed him while the Brittany, the Spinoni and I let them go. By the end of the sixth lap the Shorthair and the Shepherd were pulling away leaving the Weimaraner in no mans land. Half way through the seventh lap I made my move and picked up the pace. The Spinoni came with me and we pulled away from the Brittany. By the end of the seventh lap we had pulled even with the Weimaraner, but to my surprise when we did he seemed to get a second wind and kept pace with us. I needed to beat at least one of these runners for us to be State Champs.

There was no chance of catching the first 2 runners, but I was starting to fall behind. It was then I saw Coach Bart swinging his arms the way I was supposed to swing mine and I realized, I had fallen into my old habit of throwing my arms across my body. I was fighting my own momentum. I immediately regained my form and started to slowly catch up with them. Coach Bart was cheering me on and as we came off the last bend we were neck and neck with a hundred yards to go. I saw the whole team cheering me on, the loudest ones were Coach Bart, Bob and Mitch. The adrenaline rush seemed to give me wings and I slowly inched ahead of the other two as we neared the finish line and beat them by two yards. I heard my time 9 minutes and 56 seconds, I had broken the 10 minute barrier. I had given it everything I had and as I fell to the ground in the infield Bob and Mitch picked me up on their shoulders and carried me with the rest of the team jumping all around me. WE WERE STATE CHAMPS. I had put us over the top. Everyone was coming up and patting me on the back, as we all celebrated the win.

At the awards ceremony Coach Socrates and Bob went up to get the trophy. But for the photo, Bob had me stand between him and Mitch in the middle of the picture, with the three of us holding the trophy

We continued our celebration in the locker room as we showered. Coach Bart showered right next to me, but the high I was on was so great that I had no noticeable external reaction. Inside I was still excited that I had not let my mentor or the team down, which helped me keep any impure thoughts out of my head.

We celebrated at Demarcos, a nice restaurant with good food. I had the lasagna, which was very good and filling. Between the heavy meal, the long day and the exertion of running the hardest race of my life I was getting drowsy.

We got back on the bus for the 5 hour ride home. Usually the back of the bus was crowded, but Bob and Mitch decided to ride up by Coach Socrates so everyone crowded the front of the bus. I stayed up with the celebration for about a half hour. I was really dead on my feet, so I went to the back of the bus to try to get short nap. I sat down, let the seat recline a little and shut my eyes. I felt someone sit down in the seat next to me. I felt an arm go around my shoulder and opened my eyes to see the piercing eyes of Coach Bart looking into mine. His face was so close to mine, and getting closer. My heart was racing, as it pumped up my erection. His lips were against mine, I felt his tongue against my lips. I opened up to let his tongue in and he gave me a passionate kiss. His long tongue snaked down my throat, I hoped it was a practice run for that big Doberman dick. He broke off the kiss and said quietly, "You were great today! I am so proud of you."

"You don't know how much that means coming from you, Coach."

"I think I do. I've seen you looking at me in the showers, I know you want me. I want you just as bad," he said as he worked his paw under my waistband and slipped it into my briefs. He caressed my package, "Yeah, you do want me, it's pretty obvious." And with that he kissed me again.

Emboldened I reached my paw down his drawers and soon I was fondling that huge piece of flesh nestled between his legs. "I bet your muzzle would look great swallowing that."

"I bet your cock would look great going down my throat."

"I guess we need to find out." he said as he unbuttoned his khakis and unzipped them.

I was soon on my knees in front of him. That big piece of Doberman meat was bulging out of it's sheath, demanding to be serviced. And I was eager to oblige. I ran my tongue around his exposed head. He moaned but he couldn't be heard above the din at the front of the bus. My long Setter tongue slipped between his shaft and his sheath, I ran my tongue around and around that tasty treat. His knot was starting to swell, I wanted to prolong the pleasure so I pulled away. I took those huge nuts into my muzzle and massaged them with my tongue. I treated them with reverence, they contained my hero's seed, the seed that I wanted breeding me. When he had backed off the edge I went back to working on his big joystick. I took it back in my muzzle and swallowed the whole thing.

Coach grabbed my ears and bobbed my head up and down on his big shaft. I tilted my head, giving him a better angle and he was soon working his way in and out of my throat. He was squirting occasional shots of precum down my throat. He pulled my head off his massive member and said. "Drop your pants, I want to take your cherry."

I did, then I faced away from him. I lifted my tail and tried to sit on his big cock, I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn't care, I wanted my hero's cock planted up in my bowels. I wanted him to breed me, to tie with me and fill me with his seed. I wanted him to own me. He put his hand on my shoulder to guide me down....

"Hey Adam. Wake up and celebrate with us." It was Bob, and he wanted me to join in the fun. It was hard to be mad at him, he had taken me under his wing and made me accepted by everyone. But why couldn't he have waited 5 minutes?

"Sure Bob I was just exhausted, I needed a little nap."

"We've got all weekend to sleep, you may never win another State Championship."

"You're right Bob, thanks."

We celebrated the whole way home and Bob gave me a ride to my house. "You were great today Adam, third place at State as a freshman. I was only eighth as a freshman. We've only had 2 guys in school history win a State Championship. I've won three, two in the shot and one in the discus. You really have a chance to join that club. I wish I was going to be there to watch. Best of luck."

"You too, I hope you do well at State U, you really helped me with your support." I turned and went into the house. It was a bitter sweet time, most of my friends on the team were seniors and wouldn't be back next year. Plus I wouldn't have any contact with Coach Bart until next March. On the positive side, next year I would be the undisputed team leader, even though I was only a Sophomore. Besides training for Cross Country would keep me busy for the summer.