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When I awoke well before dawn, Gordon and I were a semi tangled mess. He was on his back. I was laying next to him, my right arm across his chest, my right leg resting between his legs. I could feel his erection pressing into my right thigh, if he would have been awake, he would have been able to feel mine pressed into his. He looked so sweet, innocent and trusting, lying there beside me. My very own pup, who thought I was the greatest fur in the world. Who looked up to me like I was a hero. The one who, just hours ago, had eagerly given me his virginity. Damn, it was a big responsibility, but it made me feel so important and happy. The way he always looked at me so adoringly, the unabashed excitement in his voice whenever he talked to me or about me to someone else, was just so gratifying. It made me feel as important as he thought I was.

And that wasn't even taking into account the sex, which was indescribable. When he gave himself to me, he gave with his whole being. His enthusiasm in draining my balls was almost boundless. I had thought nothing could ever top the feeling of his muzzle on my maleness, until he had given me his virginity. His passage was so soft, slick, tight and warm, and he wanted to feel me deep inside him as much as I wanted to be in him. When I finally tied with him, he clamped down so tight on the base of my knot, that I exploded like never before. He wanted me to plant my seed deep inside him as much as I wanted to plant it in him. In other words we were made for each other in bed. I knew we would both be looking for any opportunity for us to make love as often as possible.

My slight movements must have woke him, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I put my hand to his head and pulled him into a morning kiss, caressing his ear as my tongue dominated his. When we finally broke apart I said; "Good morning Pup."

"Good morning Alpha." he replied.

"Alpha?"

"Well, your the leader of 'The Pack', and that makes you the Alpha. But you are also my Alpha," he looked up at me uncertainly, "that is if you still want me."

"Of course I still want you, you silly Pup." I licked his nose and added; "After burying my bone into the finest piece of ass there is, how could I not want you? By the way; how are you feeling back there?"

"How do you think I feel back there, after losing my cherry to such a big dicked stud? I'm a little bit tender back there."

"I'm sorry, I should have been a little bit more gentle."

"Well I'm not sorry, it's a reminder that it really happened. When I feel it, it's a reminder that the great Adam was really there and it wasn't a dream. It reminds me that I am no longer a virgin, because I gave my virginity to my Alpha. It reminds me of how it felt when you were locked deep in me, shooting your potent seed into me, claiming me as yours. No, I'm not sorry at ALL!" He looked me straight in the eye as he said it, his gaze full of that Gordon Setter seriousness. "It reminds me that I am the happiest I've ever been in my life."

"Well, let me know when you are healed up enough for round 2, cause my dick is already missing it's new home."

"Is now soon enough? I'm ready whenever you are!"

"I thought you said you were sore."

"I said I was a bit tender, not that my asshole had been ripped out. It would take a helluva lot more than that to make me pass up a chance at getting bred by my Alpha again."

I moved over him until I was between his legs and our dicks were rubbing together. We were already both hard as rocks. I pulled his muzzle toward mine and gave him a tender kiss, caressing the back of his head. We broke apart, then he pulled me to him and initiated another kiss. This time our muzzles were locked together in a passionate kiss, my tongue exploring every crevice of my Pup's mouth. My tongue could feel him moaning out his pleasure. When we broke apart, we were both gasping for breath. I worked my way down his body, my paws working their way down his ribs to his legs. I hooked my paws under his knees and pushed them up toward his chest, to give me unencumbered access to my private property. He reached up with his paws and held himself up, offering himself to me completely. His surrender to me was unconditional, I could do as I pleased and he would be content.

I dipped my head to his no longer virgin rosebud, and began to slowly lick that tight pucker that I had deflowered only hours ago. I wanted things to last this time so I slowly licked and teased him, as he moaned, begging me to take him now. Finally I started working my big setter tongue into him, spreading as much of my saliva on him, and in him, as possible. I was leaking precum in huge spurts inside of my sheath, so when I stopped rimming him and positioned myself at my pup's entrance I was well lubed and ready to penetrate that tight, young sphincter.

I was positioned so I could see myself enter my pup. I watched as the broad head of my cock wedged its way into him as he relaxed and surrendered to my assault. Once the head was through, I watched as my shaft slowly slipped into my pup. He had softened a little from the initial pain of the penetration, but was quickly hard again. When I finally hilted and hit his prostate, his cock twitched and he let out a loud moan. Now that I had bottomed out, I eased myself down so we were chest to chest and I could look into my lover's eyes as I fucked him to nirvana. I slowly worked my way in and out of my Pup's tight love tunnel, after all there was no hurry. He was mine whenever I wanted him. I could afford to take my time and give him the maximum pleasure. Every time I bottomed out and hit his prostate, I would grind a little to keep in contact with it as long as possible. To my surprise he let out a moan, knotted up and blew a load right there. I felt his cock twitch as it was sandwiched between us, and I felt the wetness as his cum pooled between us.

I didn't stop, I just kept up my long slow movements, as I possessed every inch of my pup's rectum. It felt like it was built just for me, the fit couldn't have been more perfect. It seemed that my Pup felt the same, his eyes worshiped me like I was some sort of god, as he moaned and begged me not to stop. I was going to have to disappoint him soon because, being a mortal, I could not have this much stimulation and not shoot my wad. I was down to the short strokes now and I could feel my knot starting to form, when I felt him clamp down on me. That was all I needed to put me over the top. I was hammering into him with short hard thrusts, trying to lock myself as deeply in him as possible. I succeeded! My knot had grown to its full size and my seed started jetting out into my Pup. I was marking him as mine again, it made me feel so Alpha. I brought him over the edge with me, I felt the rhythmic contracting of his sphincter around my knot and the pulsing of his cum between us. I pulled him to me in a possessive hug, making sure I marked him with every last drop of my seed.

Gordon wrapped his legs around my waist, like he was trying to make sure that I couldn't get away before his hungry hole had milked me of every last drop of my seed. As we entered the long lassitude of our tie, I rolled us onto our sides. He was hugging me tight, his head buried deep in my silky chest fur. I caressed the back of his head and whispered assurances to him, telling him he was a "good Pup" and that I had never been so happy in my life. After a few minutes, he lifted his head toward mine and I licked his nose, as I continued to pulse my seed into him.

"Wow Adam, you sure are a stud. I just about passed out when we went off together. How did I get so lucky? You are the most popular fur in the entire school, yet you've taken me under your wing. Nobody has ever treated me like I was special before. And on top of that you have such a big beautiful dick." He looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.

"Come on, it's not that big."

"I bet it's the biggest one in the sophomore class. I know it's not as big as that monster that Coach Bart is sporting, that's just plain unnatural. But compared to everyone else in school, you have a lot to be proud of."

"I'm most proud of the fact that I seem to be able to pleasure my Pup with it. It seems to be enough for you."

"It's perfect and you're perfect, just like an Alpha should be." He said as he pulled me into another kiss.

After that we kind of drifted off, still tied together. For once I was completely, if temporarily, content. No thoughts of Coach Bart and my dilemma disturbed my peace. It was just me locked in my Pup as it should be.

The birds woke us at daybreak. He was still in my arms but we were no longer tied. I was still holding him protectively, but that is what you do after you start tying with someone. They become your mate and it is hardwired in our brains to protect our mates.

I licked his nose and said; "I guess it is time to get up and get breakfast. I figure we can fish until about 2:00, ride home and still make it back home in time to get a workout in."

We had taken Saturday off from training, we were about half way through the season, so a day of rest would get us rejuvenated to make our push for the big meets. Wading in the cold water all day had been as therapeutic as icing down my legs for a day. All the little aches and pains seemed to be magically gone. But I couldn't afford to take 2 days off, I was going to be ready for the Shorthair this time.

We got up, repeated yesterdays breakfast, and were on the water by 7:30. I left Gordon to his own devices. He seemed to have a good idea of where to fish now and catching the big one had really bolstered his confidence. He was catching one for about every three I caught, which was really good for a beginner. Better than most of the fishermen who had been fishing for years.

At about 8:15 the grannon caddis started to hatch in earnest, and the trout were going crazy over them. Mayflies have to float helplessly with the current after they emerge, while their wings expand and dry, so the trout can sip them at their leisure. Caddis emerge under water and try to hit the air flying so the trout have to try to hit them with reckless abandon, before they escape. I switched to an elk hair caddis imitation. I greased it up with plenty of floatant and started skittering it. You do this by casting the fly downstream from you and dancing it across the surface of the water, keeping all of your line off of the water, the fly touching down and taking off every few seconds. Most fishermen didn't even know about it, but if you do it right, trout find it irresistible. I picked a spot where a nice trout had been steadily rising and skittered the caddis right over his lair. About 10 seconds was all he could stand before he had to smash my fly. He actually came out of the water to catch it as it was trying to get away. I set the hook on a nice 17" brown trout, and let out a whoop. He put up an nice fight but I soon had him subdued. It was a huge hatch, fish were rising to flies everywhere.

This can be one of the most frustrating times for the inexperienced fisherman, because it seems like you can cast anywhere and catch a fish, but you really need to be in a feeding lane and concentrate on a single fish. But if you know what you are doing and have the skill to pull it off it can be one of the most exciting fishing experiences there is. Unfortunately, it was beyond Gordon's skill level, so I still had him fishing nymphs. He was still catching fish, but he was soon mesmerized by the clinic I was putting on with my elk hair caddis flies, so he stopped fishing for a while to come over and watch.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"I'll teach you how, as soon as you get a little better control of the fly rod, Pup. But I want to get as much fishing in as I can while the hatch holds out." I said. I felt bad not showing him, but it would take days to teach him enough and a hatch like this would probably only last for a couple of hours.

"Don't worry, I just want to watch. You should have your own fishing show like they have on TV."

"I've never watched one, but I'm sure I 'm not that good."

"You catch more fish the the guys on the shows I've watched do."

The hatch continued until a little after 10:30, then began to peter out. The fish had gorged themselves on the caddis flies and were now stuffed. I switched back to nymphs and managed to get 1 about every 10 minutes, but Gordon was having a tough go of it. He only got 2 more the rest of the morning, but he was still enthusiastic about it. I explained to him; there are a lot of guys who are happy with 2 in a whole trip.

We fished until 12:30, made another shore lunch of fried trout, packed up and pedaled home. It had been a VERY memorable trip, you might even say life changing.

We each pedaled home; put away our stuff and then I ran up Sky Hill to Gordon's house to get our workout in. I knocked on the door and his mother answered. She invited me in and said; "Gordon's changing into his workout clothes. I'm so glad he found a friend like you, he's always been so lonely. You're all he ever talks about since the first cross country meet last year. Since you two have been friends, he's been the happiest I've ever seen him." She handed me a glass of iced tea to sip while I waited.

"I'm glad were friends too, there aren't too many furs our age here on Sky Hill. Thanks for the tea." I was a little embarrassed, and a little nervous. Would she be so happy if she found out how close we actually were? I had been over Gordon's house several times, and I had yet to see his father. Come to think of it, he had never mentioned his father. I was always bitching about my asshole stepfather, plus everyone knew him from when they went to the bakery, so Gordon knew all about him. Gordon came down from his bedroom, we said goodbye to his mom and took off on our warm-up.

"I was talking to your Mom while you were changing, she seems happy that we're friends."

"Yeah, she was always asking why I never bring friends home. I think she kinda knew I didn't have any close friends."

"I doubt she would be so excited, if she knew I was screwing her baby boy senseless."

"I don't plan on telling her, but I don't think it would make a difference. She's noticed ever since we started hanging out together, that I have been happy, and that was even before we became lovers. I really haven't been happy since Dad left. She's been sorta worried about me."

"Why did your Dad leave?"

"He came home from work one day, when I was 13, and started packing. When my Mom asked him where he was going, he said he was tired of the responsibility of having a kid, 'especially one that was such a Loser'. Everything was fine when it was just the two of them, but she paid too much attention to me, and not enough to him. He said he just wanted out, and that he wasn't coming back. She could keep the house and the savings, which were considerable, but he was gone. We haven't heard from him since then, I don't know if he is dead or alive. I kind of feel that it was my fault that they broke up." He stopped running and broke out crying.

I stopped too, and pulled him close to me. I didn't know what to say at first, so I just held him protectively while he cried into my chest fur. How could a man walk out on such a wonderful kid, and lay such a guilt trip on him? "It wasn't your fault Gordon, he chose to have you. He had a responsibility to you and your mother to take care of you."

"Maybe if I did better in school or sports or something, he would have been proud of me and wanted to stay. I've always been so average at everything I do. He was always top at everything he did, sorta like you. He was a football star in high school and was valedictorian of his class. He was a top executive at Big Dawg Motors. I idolized him, but I could never live up to the things he did."

"Did he spend any time with you? Did he teach you to play sports, or work with you on your homework.?"

"He was always busy at work or away at a convention or business trip. He was probably sleeping around on Mom. And when he was home he just wanted to sit, drink martinis and watch TV."

"Pup, he was the 'Loser' not you. He gave up a beautiful wife and a great pup. He has no concept of what real value is. I wouldn't give you two cents for him. You're mine and I think you are priceless."

"You've been more of a father to me than he ever was."

"Watch it Pup! Now you're making me feel old." I said with mock indignation.

He grinned at me and I licked the tears from his eyes. We got back to our warm-up and then got a good workout in. Gordon was getting better, he was determined to keep up with me. He completed our course in his best time ever. After dropping him off at his house at the top of sky hill, I ran up and down the hill my usual three times, but instead of thinking about beating the Shorthair, I thought about poor Gordon, how could his father do that to him? I ran my best time ever, channeling my anger to push through the pain.

After my workout, I made myself some dinner, did my homework, showered and went to bed. I went to sleep thinking about Gordon, wishing he was here so I could hold him tight and comfort him.

The next day was a rare Monday track meet. Our meets were usually Tuesdays and Thursdays. I had scheduled my study hall period for last period so, when I had to leave early for away meets, I would miss one less class. Most of the coaches were scheduled with their free period at the end of the day for the same reason. So I wasn't terribly surprised when Coach Bart showed up and asked Ms. Binkley if I could leave early and help him get ready for the track meet. She readily agreed, I was a straight A student so she figured I would find a way to get my work done, study hall or not. The field house and the track were about a half a mile from the school, so since we had to carry some starting blocks that had been repaired in the metal shop, we rode over in his car. No one else was there, and we quickly took care of the things that needed done.

"What now Coach?"

"We need to hook up the PA system in the announcers tower."

We went up into the announcers tower which was about 50 feet above the track. I looked at the PA system and it looked like it was all hooked up properly.

"Coach, it looks fine."

"You look FINE too. That wasn't the hook up I was talking about." He took charge and pulled me close to him.

"Coach, I'm already with someone else."

"Come on Adam, that's just puppy love. You need what a real stud dog can give you."

"But Coach, he needs me."

"And what do you NEED Adam? You need a real Alpha male to take you under his wing. I've known that since the first day I had you in class in 8th grade. YOU NEED ME."

I could feel his massive shaft pressing against mine, and I knew there was no use fighting it. My resistance was nearly gone.

"We will have plenty of privacy up here, I locked the door behind us and the team won't start straggling into the field house for 45 minutes." He grabbed my arm and placed my paw on his huge throbbing member. "It's all for you Adam, you know you want to take it as much as I want to give it. I want to be your mentor and your lover, you know that's what you need."

Deep inside; I knew this was what I desperately yearned for. An adult male that I looked up to, who would protect me and guide me into adulthood. Someone who I respected, that I could give myself to like Gordon gave himself to me. What I needed was the same thing that Gordon had found in me.

I couldn't help myself, my paw started to explore his groin. I daringly put my paw down his pants and ran my paw up and down that glorious shaft. He put his paw under my muzzle and tilted it up to his, and kissed me for the first time. He was completely in charge, I was putty in his paws. He forced his tongue between my lips. I guess force wasn't really the word, because I eagerly let him in. His tongue made sure I knew in no uncertain terms that it owned my mouth. He broke the kiss off and started undressing me. He had a hard time getting my briefs off because my boner got caught in the fly. He finally got them off, he then started taking off his shirt. I came out of my trance and eagerly started working on his pants. I got on my knees to pull them down, and I stayed there, hypnotized by that HUGE sheathed cock waving right in front of my eyes. I reached my paw out and wrapped it around his sheathed weapon, I peeled back the sheath until his head emerged from it. Even after giving several blow jobs to Gordon, I was not prepared for the challenges this studs cock presented. I licked round and round his head, while I continued to peel back his sheath. I peeled it all the way back, then I felt a paw on the back of my head. He was taking charge completely, and as he pulled my head toward him, I felt his head start sliding down my throat. I gaged for a second, he pulled me back a little, readjusted his angle and proceeded to slide it the rest of the way down my throat.

I reached up and caressed those huge full balls that were soon going to fill me with their seed. He moaned and continued to slide my head up and down his shaft. He was completely in charge, finally someone who I could trust to guide me and take care of me. I tried to massage his cock with my throat muscles, but it was hard to do, due to the girth. I could feel him leaking precum down my throat, I wish I could taste it. Just when we were starting to get a good rhythm, he moaned and pulled me off his tally whacker. It was my turn to moan, I wanted him bad.

He picked me up and laid me on my back on the announcers table right next to the PA system. He positioned my hips right at the edge of the table. He got on his knees and said, "Hold your legs up."

I pulled my legs knees up to my chest giving him free access to my virgin hole. He traced his big index finger around the rim, then followed it with that big wide Dobie tongue. At first he just lapped at it, which was very relaxing. As soon as he had me relaxed, he started tracing circles around the rim. I wanted him in me. He must have read my mind, no sooner had this thought come into my mind than he had plunged his big tongue into me. It was the first time anything had ever been in me, it felt wonderful. His tongue was wide, so it gently spread me open. He was spreading saliva all over me lubing me up for what was sure to be a painful penetration, no matter how gentle he was. There was just no way that something that big could fit into my virgin ass without hurting quite a bit.

He pulled his tongue out and stood up. The table was at the perfect height to put him right at my opening. He guided himself to my hole and started to apply pressure. I was spreading, but not nearly enough.

"Just relax Adam, it will be easier if you do."

"I'm trying Coach, it's just that you are so big."

"Trust me Adam, it will hurt at first, then it will be like nothing you have ever felt before."

All of a sudden, my sphincter stretched and the head of his cock popped into me. I gasped in pain. It felt like I was being ripped open. I grimaced, the pain made me go soft. Coach held himself still with just the head inside me, and slowly the pain subsided somewhat.

"Are you ready for the rest?"

"Sure coach, just take it slow."

When he was about a third of the way in, his dick hit something inside me that caused mine to come back to life. I assumed it was my prostate. As he continued penetration his huge shaft continued to run over it giving me a pleasure I had never felt before. He eased the rest of his length into me, until his balls swung against my ass. He slowly withdrew and re-hilted himself. He picked up speed until we had a good rhythm going. I had never felt anything like it. After about a minute, I knotted up and shot a load on my chest, but he didn't stop. He stood there looking over my body like something come down from Mt. Olympus, while he continued to give me what for. I never got soft after cumming, the continued stimulation of my prostate and my age (16 year old furs have remarkable regenerative powers) saw to that.

He was finally down to the short strokes, I could feel his knot expanding rapidly. We were at the point of no return, he had me and was ready to own me.

All I could do was gaze up at him worshipfully, and beg; "Please Coach, tie me.

And he did! His balls slammed up as the first shot blasted into me as he cried out; "FINALLY, YOU'RE MINE!!!"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR FUCKING SORRY EXCUSE FOR A SON DID? HE LEFT HIS SLEEPING BAG IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM. THE LAZY LITTLE BASTARD SHOULD HAVE WASHED IT AND PUT IT AWAY. YOU BETTER NOT DO IT FOR HIM. IF I FIND OUT YOU DID THERE WILL BE FUCKING HELL TO PAY!!!!!" My stepfather screamed at my mom, waking me from this delightful dream. She tried to explain that there were already clothes in the washer and that I was planning on doing it after school tomorrow, but he didn't care, he just kept ranting and raving. I truly believe that was when he was happiest, when he was ranting and raving at and bullying my mom, my sister and me. He was going to make us all pay for me taking the weekend off for fishing by making us all miserable when he was around and awake.

It was 11:30 pm and he had just gotten up for work, I would only have to listen to it for half an hour. Unfortunately that gave me time to think. My mind had made the Coach in my dream speak the truth, the thing I NEEDED was " a real Alpha male to take you under his wing". I needed a male that I looked up to to be my mentor and lover. A hero to protect me and guide me, and LOVE me. Someone whose praise meant everything to me. The only one that fit that description was Coach Bart.

A part of me was missing, and it was the one thing Gordon couldn't be for me. Why couldn't I be whole. Why did I NEED the one thing Gordon couldn't give me?

I lay awake fretting over this dilemma. Gordon gave me things I wanted, but Coach Bart was the only one who could give me what I needed. Gordon was here for me now and Coach may never be able or willing to give me what I need. Plus how could I hurt Gordon like that after finding out how his father had abandoned him? Why did life have to be so fucking complicated? Why can't my path be clear? I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I drifted back off to a very restless sleep.