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In My Wildest Dreams

Part 2

Sophomore Cross Country

Comments and constructive criticism are encouraged. Thanks to wolf_lover for help proof reading this story, he has been a great help.

I trained hard all summer for the cross country season. Coach Socrates gave out T-shirts based on how many miles you ran over the summer. He had 100, 250, 500 and 1000 mile club T-shirts. No one had ever earned a 1000 mile club T-shirt. I calculated that I needed to run about 11 miles a day to get to 1000 miles. I got my mom to drive me in the car so I could use the odometer to lay out a 12 mile course. I marked the road with spray paint every half mile so I would be better able to judge my pace with my stop watch. Since I lived half way up Sky Hill, my training course started by going up the top half of Sky Hill and ended coming up the bottom half of Sky Hill to finish at my house. In between, I managed to incorporate all the major hills in the area.

Each morning, I got up before it started to get hot and ran my course. Every day, I tried to keep a pace of at least 6 minutes per mile. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I would try to set new personal records. If I succeeded, I would treat myself to a fishing trip, which meant biking 10 miles to the other side of town and back. It was great motivation, I broke my old record nearly every time by a few seconds. It was difficult training by myself, but it helped me develop a mental toughness that I hoped to be able to use to stay focused when I was running in the lead.

Since I was breaking my best times on a regular basis, I was getting a lot of trout fishing in. I was developing into quite a fly fisherman. It was also therapeutic for my legs. I would wade in the cold stream in my sneakers and shorts, so it was like soaking my legs in ice after my workout.

Cross country was not a popular sport at our school. It was coached by Coach Socrates, the track coach, even though his specialty was the field events. There were only 6 furs on the team, to have a full team you should have 7. The minimum you need to compete is 5. This was only the second year the school had fielded a team and the two best runners had graduated. We had only won two meets the year before and things didn't look much better this year. The only saving grace was, even if your team sucked, an individual runner could still make it to the state meet and win. At the beginning of August we started team practice in the afternoon. I continued doing my morning workout, then I would practice with the team in the afternoon. I completed my 1000 miles of training, and became the first person to ever get a 1000 mile club t-shirt

School started at the beginning of September. The first meet was the day after we got back to school. High School cross country was a 3 mile race up and down hills, through fields, golf courses, woods, over roads or any combination of these. The scoring for cross country is unusual; first place gets 1 point, second place gets 2 points on up to the first 10 places. The first 5 runners on each team are added up and the lowest score wins.

After my performance at the state meet last spring, all the local runners knew who I was. They also knew they had almost no chance of beating me. Most of them were beaten even before the starting gun. Our first meet was against West End High School. I had pulled away by the first half mile and was running all by myself. My summer training really helped. Since I had trained myself to run hard even when no one was pushing me, I was able to continue to pull away, even though no one was pushing me. I finished over a minute and a half ahead of everyone else with a time of 15:44, which was a new school record.

Unfortunately the rest of the team didn't do so well, the West End runners took the next 5 places and won the meet 20-35. My teammates just were not very good. That was the pattern for the rest of the year, I would come in first, but we would lose. We lost all our meets but I was undefeated and I qualified for the state meet. I lowered the school record 2 other times and it now stood at 15:26.

I was ranked third in the state, and had become somewhat of a celebrity at the school. In the past nobody came to watch the cross country meets, but as I remained undefeated, the crowds got bigger and bigger. Nearly the whole sophomore class came to watch, as I had become a hero to the class.

The other good thing was Coach Bart would come to all the meets and cheer me on. Every time I would get to a point on the course that I could see him, my feet felt lighter and my intensity would rise. He would always meet me at the finish line with a congratulatory hug. It always seemed to me to be more than just a congratulatory hug, but that was probably just wishful thinking. Then, he would jog a cool down mile with me. We would talk about the race, strategy, or just make small talk. It didn't matter to me, every time I was with him I was on cloud nine.

Since I was the only one to qualify for the state meet, just coach and I were going. The coach and I would drive to the meet in his car the day before the meet and stay at a motel near the race. We were to leave after lunch on Friday, for the 4 hour drive to the motel. I went to the field house after lunch, carrying my overnight bag. To my surprise Coach Bart was waiting there beside his Monte Carlo talking to Coach Socrates.

Coach Socrates shook my hand and said, "Adam, I've seen how well you respond to Coach Bart's coaching and encouragement. I want to give you the best chance at doing well at the state meet, so I asked Coach Bart if he would take you. The budget won't allow both of us to go. Is that OK with you?"

I tried to keep my excitement from showing too much. I liked Coach Socrates and didn't want to hurt his feelings by jumping up and down about him not coming. "Sure Coach, I wish you could both come." Inside I was overjoyed that I would have Coach Bart all to myself for TWO WHOLE DAYS!

"I do too, but don't worry about me. I want you to show them all just how good you are."

"Thanks Coach, I'll do my best."

I got in the passenger side, Coach Bart started the car, and we were off. We talked about what we did over the summer, how I trained for the season and how school was going. We even talked a while about the fishing I did over the summer. Coach said that he had enjoyed fishing when he was young, and that he would like to try fly fishing one of these days. The miles were flying by until Coach brought up the subject of girls.

"So Adam, are you dating anyone?"

I sat in silent embarrassment for a few seconds, trying to decide how to answer. "Not yet Coach. I've been too busy, plus I'm a little shy around girls."

"I find it hard to believe that your shy, you're the most popular kid in the sophomore class. I see you talking to girls all the time."

"Yeah, I don't have trouble talking to them. But dating them is way more personal, that's scary."

"Don't worry too much about it, I'm sure in a year or two you will be head over heels in love with someone."

I wanted so bad to say that I already was, but I didn't have the balls to do it. Besides I was afraid he would hate me for being a tail raiser. Instead I turned the tables and asked, "So are you dating anyone?" I was immediately afraid I was going to hear what I didn't want to hear.

"No, I just haven't found the right fur yet."

My heart leaped, he hadn't said he hadn't met the right lady, he said 'the right fur'. It left the door open in my mind. You grasp at anything when you are desperate.

The conversation soon got back to safer ground and we discussed the coming race and what strategy I was going to use.

We stopped at a nice seafood restaurant about half way there, and had dinner. Coach ordered oysters on the half shell as an appetizer. He showed me how to eat them with a cracker and some hot sauce. We both got the broiled seafood platter, it was delicious. After desert we were back on the road.

We got to the motel at 6:30 pm and checked in. Since we got a room on the second floor, no one could see in. It was a cool 60 degree night. We decided to leave the curtains and windows open, to take advantage of the cool night air. We turned the TV on, but there was nothing good on the tube.

"I think you should carbo-load tonight, I'll buy the pizza. What do you like on it?"

"Just pepperoni, mushrooms and extra cheese."

"Great, that's the way I like it too."

There were a handful of restaurant and fast food fliers on the bedside table. He picked up a flier from the local pizza emporium, and ordered us a pizza. They told him it would be here in half an hour. "Let's get our showers while we wait," he said. I was hoping he would suggest that we shower together, but instead he said "I'm going to get mine first so I can pay for the pizza when it gets here."

He got his shower and came out in a robe, I couldn't see what he was wearing underneath it. I went in and got my shower, it took me a little longer since an Irish Setter's coat is a lot more high maintenance than a Dobie coat. As I was drying off, I heard the pizza get here. I put on my pajamas, that I had bought just for this trip. I normally sleep in the raw at home so I didn't have any. When I came out, Coach was sitting on the couch in just a pair of tight white briefs, that seemed to glow against that sleek jet black coat. You could plainly see his package, clearly outlined in the briefs, it left so little to the imagination. Damn was he sexy! I stared a little longer than I should, and he caught me checking him out.

"I figured that since we are both guys, it wouldn't be a big deal if we lounged in just our shorts to be comfy. I mean we've seen each other in the locker room in a lot less than this," he said as he pointed to his shorts. "If it bothers you, I can put my robe on." he added uncertainly. It was the first time I had ever seen him act with less than total confidence.

"It's fine. To be truthful I never wear pj's, I had to buy these just for this trip." The last thing in the world I wanted was for him to cover up that walking wet dream with a robe. With that I took off the pj's and sat on the other end of the small couch.

The television was on and State U was playing football against some patsy. The pizza was on the coffee table, along with a couple bottles of apple juice.

"Dig in," Coach urged.

We each grabbed a piece of the extra large thick crust pizza, and started eating.

"Man this is good pizza."

"Sure is," I agreed whole heartedly. It was some of the best pizza I had ever had, but still not nearly as mouth watering as the eye candy that I was unwrapping with my mind. Between the two of us we polished off the pizza, matching each other slice for slice. Now that we were done eating Coach got up to turn out the overhead light so we could see the TV better. I watched him walk away, that sexy little ass filled those briefs perfectly. And watching that sexy little Dobie stub of a tail, sticking out the tail hole of his briefs, wagging jauntily from side to side, just about made me blow a load in my shorts. I was lucky that with the lights out that he couldn't see I had a World Class Woody in my shorts.

By the end of the first quarter State U was ahead 28-0, so we weren't really paying attention to the game. I yawned.

"I guess you Setters need to get plenty of beauty sleep." he laughed.

"It's obvious that you muscle headed Dobies, don't get any beauty sleep." I jabbed back.

"Is that so," he said as he grabbed me in a headlock and gave me a dutch rub.

I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to the floor. We wrestled for a minute until he had me on my back, holding my arms over my head by the wrists. He was laying on top of me, straddling my hips, our groins pressing together, both of us rock hard. I was struggling to get away which was grinding us together ever more urgently. I realized that I couldn't break his grip so I stopped struggling and looked down. Coach Bart's cock was sticking up well beyond the waistband of his briefs, and about three inches of that big pink monster were sticking out of his sheath. I was hoping that was just the beginning. But to my great disappointment, Coach quickly let go of me and got up with a look of embarrassment.

"Sorry Adam, I got a little carried away," he said as his cock quickly deflated.

I wanted to say "You didn't get carried away far enough." What came out was; "Don't worry about it Coach."

We watched the rest of the game, then got ready for bed.

"I hope you don't mind, but I sleep in the nude. I can't stand to feel restricted when I sleep."

"As long as you don't mind if I do. I never wear anything when I sleep at home." I said as I removed my briefs. It was my turn to catch Coach checking out my package.

We got into bed and turned out the lights. It wasn't real dark in the room because we had the curtain's open. There was a full moon so it was bright outside. I could make out Coach's outline but not too much more. I soon fell asleep.

I awoke to a very slight moan. I looked out of my slightly opened eyes and saw Coach. The moon had moved lower in the sky, the moonbeams were shining right in onto his bed, illuminating Coach. He was on his back, with the covers thrown off. He was looking at me, as one big hand stroked his rock hard cock. I wasn't sure if he was looking at me to make sure I didn't wake up and catch him, or if he was fantasizing about me while he stroked himself. I was hoping it was the latter. He was sliding his sheath up and down that beautiful member, trying to get off, but not make enough noise to wake me. I wanted to grab myself to join in, but I knew if I did he would know I was awake. I didn't want him to stop, I wanted to see him cum. That would be enough to fuel a year's worth of masturbation sessions. He intermittently closed his eyes to concentrate and opened them to look at me. He gradually picked up the pace and was racing to the finish line. With his left hand he cupped his balls. His knot was starting to form, when at last he gripped the base of it and grunted uncontrollably. He erupted with huge thick spurts of cum. I was amazed, it was much more than I produced when I jerked off. You could see the pearly white strands against his jet black fur, glistening in the moonlight.

When he finally finished up, he licked himself clean, covered up, rolled over and went to sleep. Leaving me with a case of blue balls. I drifted back off to sleep.

I awoke when I felt someone crawl into my bed. He was behind me, he put his arms around me and said, "I know you were watching me when I jerked off. I could see your eyes open. I was watching you, fantasizing about breaking in that cute little Setter ass. Well I just can't fantasize any more, I've got to have you."

He cuddled closer, I could feel his hard cock resting in the crack of my ass. He licked my ear and whispered to me, "I know you want it just as much as I do."

"I want it more. Please Coach, don't make me wait any longer."

"Oh, that's good. A little puppy like you should beg the big dog for it. Not everyone is lucky enough to ride what I've got. Are you sure you can handle this?"

"I'll handle it or die trying. Please Coach make me your bitch. I'll do anything you want, please just fuck me."

"I guess I won't make you beg any longer. Why don't you get down there and suck that big cock, get it all nice and slick so I don't hurt you too bad when I bust your cherry."

I wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind, I turned around and dove for that big Dobie dick. It's a good thing us Setters have long muzzles and big mouths, if I was one of the brachycephalic breeds, I would never have been able to take him all the way down. I deep throated him, making sure I bathed him with lots of saliva. I wanted to make sure he could get it into my virgin ass.

"You do that so well, are you sure you've never done this before?"

I nodded my head. He took me by the ears and started fucking my face, using me as he saw fit. After about a minute, he pulled me off and rolled me on my back. He crawled between my legs, and put them over his shoulders, leaving my ass completely exposed. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but he bent over and licked my ass. It wasn't long before he was fucking me with that big Dobie tongue, opening me up and lubing me for the main event. He pulled out and said, "Nice sweet tasting ass, a guy could get used to eating that. But now it's show time, I want to see your pretty face while I take your cherry." With that, he lined that big head up with my virgin hole and started to force it in. I was thrashing about, trying to open up enough for him to take me....

"Adam! Adam, wake up you are having a nightmare!" I heard coach say as he shook me awake.

I groaned, how could he wake me up just when I was going to get what I wanted?

"It wasn't exactly a nightmare. I guess while I'm up I'll use the john."

I checked the clock, it was 1:09 AM. I went into the john and turned the fan on to mask any noise I might make. I had to blow a load or I would never get to sleep. I grabbed a wash cloth and sat on the throne. I knew I didn't have much time. I closed my eyes and in my mind I could see a replay of coach choking his chicken. I imagined that it was me giving him the hand job, and in less than 30 seconds, I filled the wash cloth with a big load. I took a piss, flushed and washed my hands and was done in less than 4 minutes. Fortunately, I fell right back to sleep and wasn't disturbed by anymore 'nightmares' the rest of the night.

I woke up at 8:00 AM, Coach and I went to breakfast at IHOP. I had a tall stack of pancakes and smothered them in maple syrup, it would be my last chance to carbo-load before the race. The race wasn't until 2:00 PM, so we caught a couple of hours of TV, while we digested the pancakes. Watching TV wasn't as interesting with Coach fully clothed.

At noon, we checked out of the Motel and drove to State U where the meet was being held. The course started on the golf course so there would be plenty of room until the runners spread out. The second mile was on a gravel road and several dirt paths through the woods with a couple of tough hills on it and the last mile was back on the golf course, so the spectators would get to see the finish.

We changed into our running gear in the locker room. I noticed more than a couple of double takes, when coach stripped down. Another advantage to having Coach Bart instead of Coach Socrates was that Coach Bart could run from one point on the course and take a shortcut to another and intercept the leaders so he could give me advice and encouragement. We then walked the course, in groups of 20 to 30 runners, each escorted by a member of State U's cross country team. As one of the favorites I had to pay special attention, there was a real chance I would be in the lead so I wouldn't be able to follow someone.

Soon it was time for the race. To my astonishment, my sophomore classmates had chartered a bus. There were about 60 of my class mates here to cheer me on, along with Coach Socrates. I knew I had become somewhat of a celebrity, but I never expected this. They saw me as I walked to the starting line, and started chanting "Adam, Adam, Adam...." It got me pumped sky high. They lined us up according to our ranking. The top ranked runner was the German Shorthair Pointer (GSP), which had won the two mile last spring at the track state championships. He was definitely the fur to beat. The German Shepherd that had taken second in the two mile had graduated last spring, but the Spinoni that I had out kicked was ranked ahead of me at number 2. I was ranked third, but I knew I hadn't run my best race yet.

We all waited for the starting gun. BANG, and we were off. I got out fast, to try to stay out of trouble and not get boxed in. The GSP and Spinoni went with me, along with four others, an English Setter, an English Pointer, a Black and Tan Coonhound and a Rhodesian Ridgeback. The seven of us jockeyed for position and exchanged the lead several times in the first mile. I didn't take the lead, I was content to stay on the leaders shoulder.

We left the golf course and went into the woods. The seven of us were still closely bunched, and at the halfway point, I made a major tactical error. In my previous races I hadn't had to worry about positioning and course layout, because I had always been in the lead. I would be made to pay for this inexperience. Right before the first major hill in the woods the path narrowed, you could only run three abreast. Everyone made a break to get to this point first and it caught me off guard. The GSP got there first, followed by the Spinoni, the other 4 hit it in a dead heat, causing them to all slow down as they jostled each other. They lost any momentum they had as they started up the hill, and I was stuck behind them. The GSP and the Spinoni took advantage of this and charged up the hill feeding off of each other, while I was stuck at the back. By the time I managed to get to a wider spot in the path, the leaders had opened up about a 100 yards on me. I was devastated, my chance to win the state title had just about slipped away because of a tactical error. I closed to about 75 yards by the time we got out of the woods, but time was running out. Making up 75 yards in only a mile against this caliber of competition was next to impossible.

As you came out of the woods there was a long uphill grade. I NEEDED to make up some ground on this grade, so I concentrated on my form and on just grinding it out. To my surprise I was slowly reeling in the leaders, by the top of that grade I had cut the lead down to about 40 yards, but there was only about three quarters of a mile to go. We now had a quarter mile downhill grade, I made another charge. The GSP saw me make my move and tried to pull away, breaking away from the Spinoni leaving him in limbo. I caught the Spinoni at the bottom of the grade and passed him at the start of the next uphill grade. This was even steeper than the last one, I pulled away from the Spinoni and slowly made up ground on the GSP. I was 15 yards behind at the crest of the hill, there was a quarter mile of downhill separating us from the finish line. I leaned forward as far as I could and let gravity help me. I was charging hard, and I was catching him. All the kids from school and Coach Bart were screaming their lungs out for me, I gave it everything I had. I was within 10 yards, then 5 but I was running out of room. There were 50 yards left and I was inching up on him. I was within a yard with only 10 to go, I gave it everything I had and...

He reached the finish line a foot ahead of me, even though I zoomed past him soon after. If there had only been 5 more yards I could have won. I congratulated the GSP and turned with my head down. I had let down the kids from school and more importantly I had let down Coach Bart and Coach Socrates. Coach Bart came running up and grabbed me in a big bear hug. When he put me down, I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry I let you down Coach." I said still looking at the ground, trying to keep from crying.

I looked up to see Coach looking at me like I had three heads, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I blew it with a stupid tactical mistake, I let EVERYBODY down, they came all the way here to see me win, and I lost it through my own stupidity. What are they going to think of me now?"

"Probably the same thing I'm thinking. That was the gutsiest performance I've ever seen, I'm so proud of you Adam. And I'm sure your classmates are too. Adam you are only a sophomore and you almost won the State Championship. You should be proud of yourself. "

But no matter how much I tried to be happy, I couldn't let it out of my mind that I let this chance to be the State Champion slip through my grasp. I had been happy last spring when I was third in the state as a freshman, the two who beat me were clearly better than I was. But this time, deep down in my heart, I KNEW I was better than the Shorthair. As we walked over to where my classmates were standing, they started chanting my name again. I guess Coach was right, they seemed anything but disappointed in me. I thanked them all for coming and I vowed to myself I would never let them down again. The only good thing that came out of this was that I now knew I could beat the Shorthair. I couldn't wait until spring. He was a Senior this year and it would be my last chance to beat him. I intended to do it.

At the awards ceremony, when they gave me the runner up trophy, I had the biggest cheering section of anyone. My classmates wanted me to ride home on the bus with them to celebrate.

"I can't, Coach Bart came all the way out here with me. I can't make him drive home alone."

But the coaches would have none of it. "Adam, Coach Socrates will ride home with me, go celebrate with your classmates."

He was right again, damn, why is he always right. They had spent the time, effort and money to come out here to cheer me on. It was the least I could do. I couldn't believe how many of them looked up to me, and I decided then and there that I would never look down on them no matter how good I got at running. Five of my friends came up to me as a group. They were: Gordon, a Gordon Setter, James, a golden Retriever, Chuck, a Vizsla, Ron a Foxhound and Keith a Border Collie.

"Next year, you're not going to have to run alone. We're all coming out for track this spring and cross country next fall. It sucked seeing how good you ran every meet and watching the rest of the team let you down," James said acting as the spokesman of the group.

"And I think other's will come out, everyone thought cross country was lame, but now everyone thinks it's cool." added Chuck.

Ron chimed in, "We all started training together after we watched you win the first meet. If you don't mind we'd like to start training with you. We'll understand if you don't want to, we might slow you down too much."

"Don't worry, there are ways we can work together and all become better runners." I said.

We discussed a training regimen for about 30 minutes and then rejoined the celebration.

As I said before, the situation with my stepfather had made me doubt how others saw me. I never realized how much the school was really behind me. I had never doubted my own abilities in anything I tried, just how other's perceived me. This out pouring of support by my classmates, was making me realize how much my peers liked me. It made me feel great. It was worth missing a ride home with Coach Bart, I mean if nothing happened in a Motel room together, I doubt we would do anything on the ride home. But even in the case of Coach Bart, things were looking up. He got a major woody wrestling with me, and he may have even known I was watching when he stroked off. Maybe he wouldn't mind the fact that I was a tail raiser after all.