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Hehhey, gingerbreads,

and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! I'm glad to be back again, of course, and I hope that you're going to enjoy the latest chapter in our ongoing tale of fuzzy fun and drama and Haakon :P It's another Monday and another chapter, it may be rainy outside, but there's nothing like a good-natured HH chapter to boost the morale, eh? Well, at least I think so! Hopefully the effect is same for you as I present this chapter for your enjoyment, and indeed, I look forward to hearing what you think!

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My ears perked excitedly when the doorbell rang, and I got up as eagerly, leaving my laptop behind on the dining table where I'd been browsing the news and Facebook (with many updates from Cobb, of course, since he'd seemingly been bored at work), and then headed for the door. My tail was wagging alright, and the short walk was enough to get me worked up. I was feeling a bit antsy, considering my plans to surprise Rory...and the surprise was about to start, the moment I opened the door.

"Hey there!"

He was standing there minding his own business, but let's say, those eyes, that brow and those ears did all perk up when they saw me there on the doorway, seemingly clad in only my red hockey team game shirt, smilingly welcomingly.

"Uh...hi!" his tail flopped in the air behind him while he observed me, surely, one paw clutching a small paper bag, I noticed, one that smelled lovely, while he gawked at me.

Jackpot!

"Come on in," I smiled.

He kept looking at me while he entered, and I closed the door courteously for him.

"Well what's this?" Rory rumbled, obviously curious of my get-up, which, for now for his viewing pleasure, consisted of my big hockey shirt and a pair of knee-length red hockey socks with white stripes on the top.

And he didn't even know what was underneath...damn, I could already smell that he was appreciating what he saw. That made me grow stiff, all nice and firm, in my sheath, while I concentrated on welcoming Rory into my home.

"Oh, just relaxing..." I murmured, teasingly, of course, while he got rid of his shoes, "it's such a warm day, after all..."

He looked at me again, head to toe, and I grinned.

"You don't say," he rumbled.

I stepped over to him and put my arms around him, nuzzling his neck ruff and muzzle, and giving it a lick before we kissed, and I rubbed my paw over his back and the ruffled his head furs a little, sharing and mixing our scents a bit, making sure he felt he was welcome to my home and to my personal space.

"You've got something nice in there," I pointed out the bag while my paw played grab-ass with the base of his tail, to Rory's rumbling appreciation.

"Oh, can't let your brother have the monopoly to treats," he winked at me while holding up the bag up to nose level, and I was a good boy a took a good, long sniff.

"Oh you dog," I chuckled, "that's raspberry jelly doughnuts with glazing!"

Rory tapped the side of my nose with a fingerpad, not the actual nosepad, because that's rude and uncomfortable, and laughed.

"Who's the sugar hound now?" he grinned, waving his bag.

I stuck out my tongue and panted and made puppy eyes obediently, and ruff-ruffed a little. He smiled.

"Paunch be damned," I said.

"I don't mind your paunch," his paw clapped over my abdomen and I made a good show of rumbling and tensing my muscles there for him. His paw lingered for a while, and that was nice.

I grabbed his ass some more, as a thank-you.

"I'll let you worship it later if you like," I winked.

Rory's eyes widened suitably, and I pecked his muzzle.

"Someone's in the mood today..." he mused, his voice going a bit lower, while I'm sure he was growing aroused by this whole hanky panky that was going on rather openly between us now, paws on butts and all.

"Having a regular source of it makes me to be in the mood more often," I replied.

That probably sounded a bit...dirtier than I had intended it to be, but Rory didn't seem to mind. At least he was smiling still and his voice was edges with rumbling purrs that made it all sound much nicer.

"Well I can understand that alright," he said.

I smiled broadly, and he smiled back, and we nuzzled some more, and he grabbed my hip, and it was all fine.

"Can we taste some right now?" I asked.

Rory chuckled.

"Is that a double entendre?"

"No, I'm not that horny," I replied, though I was getting there, "I really feel like a doughnut right now."

"I barely managed to turn down one at the shop," Rory confessed with a bit of a droop to his ears, "they smelled and looked so delicious when the guy was putting them in the bag..."

"Let's not wait then," I grinned, "come on, couch, cuddles and sugar?"

"Sounds like a plan."

We reconvened at the couch, big enough for me to sprawl cozily and with Rory settled on the side, his tail flopped over my knees and my arm about his shoulders, while Rory's own paws busily fiddled with the rolled-up top of the bag to release the goodies.

"Maybe we should've gotten some napkins," I chuckled.

"I thought you wanted to have some dirty fun," Rory replied in a wholly suggestive tone.

"Fair point," I smirked.

It really smelled lovely, and soon Rory had one out, and I dug my own paws into the bag, to find the doughnuts, glazed with pink frosting that crumbled a little when I put my fingers around it, a few bits falling over the front of my shirt.

"How appropriate," I grinned.

"Cobb would love that, wouldn't he?" Rory smiled, holding his doughnut in his paw while smirking to me toothily, "the pink."

"He'd love reminding us of it, sure," I said.

"These were the freshest they had at this time of the day, though," he replied.

"It's not like I'm complaining," I said.

I bit down on mine, then, and the frosting melted on my tongue, and I tasted the sweet sourness of the raspberry, too, sugar crumbs sticking onto my lips, but I didn't mind. Judging by the appearance of Rory in mid-munch, he was feeling quite the same about his own treat.

"Hmmmmmmmmrmrmrmrmrmrm..." I rumbled.

Munch, munch, munch.

"This is too nice," I said.

"There are seconds in the bag," Rory grinned as he put it down.

"My poor paunch," I chuckled.

"Quit with it," he flagellated my knees with his tail.

"If you say so," I pouted.

Rory took another pleasurable bite from his doughnut and seemed very content with himself.

"Long day?"

"Alright," he said, "Wednesdays tend to be not very busy. Spent some time helping Marge do the books, too. She wants me to practice it before I take over for her."

"Oh, right," I nodded, my paw naturally rubbing his thigh a little while I listened to him with an attentively cocked ear, "for her maternity leave."

"It won't be in several months yet of course, but better start now than too late."

"It sure is," I said, "I know how things can get messed up quickly if there's not someone there who can cover properly."

"She's a surprisingly patient teacher, too," Rory mused, "you wouldn't believe it first, but she doesn't mind showing me the ropes."

Oh how I had to almost bite down on my tongue to keep back a remark about ropes.

"That's great," I said, squeezing his welcoming hip a little, gently, of course, "I'm glad you feel like you're on the way up."

"Yeah, I guess I am," he said, "I know it's not much but it's something."

"I'm sure," I grinned, "can I call you boss then?"

Rory's brow quirked.

"And what would I call you then?"

I leaned over and gave him a sugar-glazed kiss, on the lip, slipping my tongue between his purring lips.

"Your private secretary?" I replied with a rumble. "Personal ASSistant?"

Rory chuckled cheerfully, almost wheezing for it.

"You're being awful today," he replied in a sensual tone, "is there really something going on?"

"Who knows?" I winked.

"I mean, you're not even wearing pants as far as I can tell..." his long tail made a jump over my bare thighs, which felt surprisingly nice, and I smirked.

"Well...I am wearing something..."I smiled as I pinched the hem of my shirt between my pads and looked at him, "something like this..."

I pulled my shirt up, slowly, letting his eyes fix on the target while I tugged on the cloth to reveal the white mesh bulge of a jockstrap I had slipped on especially for this purpose. I didn't wear them that often, but sometimes they were comfortable during gym and hockey practice, and...well...they plumped you up, didn't they? And they were known to be visually pleasing...and I just let him see a bit of a strap and the bulge of my still swollen sheath, through the elastic fabric.

He snorted, even, looking at me intently while I gave him a little show, grinning and flexing my hip a bit, before I pulled the shirt hem back down as far as it would go, to return me to a slight state of modesty. There was still a considerable bulge on my lap, however, which he could not miss.

"Heheh," I grinned, admiring his...piqued expression.

"You really are planning something," he said, though he did not sound displeased, his voice all rumbling and nice.

"Nothing more than what we'd usually do," I smiled, "just thought I'd spice things up a bit...y'know...visually..."

Rory chuckled, his tail flapping me again.

"Do you think I need that to be interested in diving onto your ass?" he suggested.

"No," I shook my head playfully, "but I wanted to try this out..."

"Well I can't say I mind..." he said, "don't think I ever had the chance to...heh...do it with a jock..."

"Oh?" I flicked an ear at him.

"Hmmmm.." he rumbled in affirmation.

"Well then..." I caught the collar of his shirt, "so if I'm the jock, are you the geek?"

He rumbled a little, an didn't mind me when I kissed him and washed out sugar from his gums with my slick, wet tongue that left both of us panting quietly and with his paw kneading on my boner through my shirt and my jock.

"Will you slam me onto the locker?" he whispered.

Oh, God.

"Only if you'll give me a good slam in the locker room," I replied.

I practically had my paw stuffed under his collar by now, feeling the ruff of his neck and the tense rumblings in his chest...good ones, I hoped, while our muzzles made meal of one another, mixing sugar and spit into a heady mixture that tasted lovely...and manly, too, with all the musk in the air.

I pushed my legs up on the couch and pulled Rory on top of me so that we could keep making out. It was a bit sloppy, but obviously neither of us minded, that or the fact that we were getting rather sweaty in the warm air and the warmth of each other. Our bodies ground together, and my paws massaged Rory's firm rump, eliciting memories of what we'd done only a couple of days ago on the dinner table...

What can I say, fuck, that was hot.

While a revisit seemed like a wonderful prospect, I knew what I wanted today, and I knew that Rory was not going to mind what I had mind, judging by how intently he was fondling my arms and my sides, even through the loose shirt covering most of me yet. I lolled my head back and panted and ruff-ruffed openly when he went for my neck, wetly, with tongue and teeth, ravishing me for some heated seconds that left me humping against his soft belly, fully hard and rearing to go.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I said, "more comfortable there."

I practically carried him over to the bedroom, which we entered in a heap of giggles and grumbles, and while I let Rory pull the hockey shirt over my head, I stopped his paws when he tried to tug on my jock.

"Leave that," I said, "I wanna see how it feels like."

"Hmmmph," he said, and grabbed me through it instead, making me growl with pleasure and thrust into his grip.

"Come on," I panted.

He gripped my hips and groped them while he went for my chest, then, nuzzling and licking over my pecs and teasing a nipple between his lips, bringing more groans from me, my head thrown back when surprising pleasure coursed through me. He sure liked playing with my man-nips...not that he minded me trying his out for a suckle, every now and then...despite my eagerness, I liked this part, too, just teasing and exploring each other's bodies...making my jockstrap strain dangerously with everything that was packed there.

A guy can throw modesty away during times like this, eh?

"Oh that feels good..." I encouraged him.

He went for the other nipple while I stroked his back through the shirt he was still unfortunately wearing, suckling on me for all I was worth, and I'm not ashamed to say that I humped his leg a little, being the dirty dog I was, like he told me to be. I didn't mind that kind of a reputation for the moment, not now that we were getting hot and heavy.

I helped him unbutton his shirt, even if my fingers were just a little bit too large for the delicate buttons. At least I didn't cause any of them to snap away...only to get that shirt away, finally, to make for a nice, squeezing firm hug-cuddle-hump between us while we kissed and grabbed each other's asses. I made sure to massage his nice and firm, pulling his cheeks apart, to play with the base of his tail, too, and smirk to him.

"Any sore?" I teased.

"Always when you're back there," he replied, "I'm not experienced like you."

"You're doing great," I said.

He chuffed, but it was amused enough, and with that kind of an erection on both of us, there was no chance of being annoyed.

I gave him not much of a chance to reply, either, because I went down to the floor and nuzzled at his groin, smelling the musk of an aroused lion, the sweat and scruff of a long day, and a hint of soap, all in all which made for a nice, heady mixture. Rory helped me out by undoing his belt, and the zipper on his pants was much easier to handle than his buttons before.

Down they went, with a shuffle of cloth, and I continued my nuzzling while Rory almost absently stroked my head furs, making my ears flick. I breathed hotly through the fabric and was happy to hear the approving purrs from him.

"What do we have here?" I grinned as I tugged on his underwear.

"Tease," he said.

He flopped out nicely, and I spent some time nuzzling and licking on his jewels and his...sausage...making those paws grip on my shoulders quite intently. I replied by taking him between my licks and sucking and licking until he hissed, his hips clearly fighting the urge to simply buck himself into my maw. I took a tender hold of his shaft and pulled him out with a popping noise, and smacked my lips.

"Not bad," I grinned, "don't want you to go off too soon, though..."

I let go of him and he bounced up, proudly, bringing another hiss from Rory. I was happy with that response.

"I can go a few times," he said, "I don't think it's a problem."

"Not yet," I smirked as I shuffled back on my knees and then got up, "you've got something else to do first."

He gave me quizzical look while I stretched out a bit, letting him get an eyeful, back and front, before I leaned against the bed, paws on the footboard, knees tilted a little and with my stub of a tail sticking up while I presented my strap-lined butt for his view.

"I took an extra good scrub in and out," I winked over my shoulder, and did another kind of a wink, too.

I watched him make good time of stepping out of his remaining garments, mostly bunched up around his ankles, anyway, and he stepped over to me, erection bobbing up and down while his paws landed on my rump and began to massage it, firmly, his tongue gliding along my spine and encouraging me to adapt a sensual curved posture while he stroked me, setting my tail into a wagging motion again.

"You've thought about everything have you?" he rumbled close to my ear, standing so that his golden furs brushed mine on my thighs and his erection dug into the crevice of my rump.

I chuckled a little and wriggled myself back against him, to groaning approval.

"This is meant to be a sexual fantasy, I think it goes beyond saying," I replied with a smirk, over my shoulder again.

Rory grabbed my chin and kissed me, intently, our tongues battling briefly before he went back to feeling up my muscles again, and I wriggled again, encouragingly, feeling wetness appear on my undertail area, and an increasing amount of musk.

"Well it's fantastic alright," he chuckled hotly while rubbing my back with his chin.

"Uh huh," I smiled, really enjoying myself as the warmth increased, slowly but surely.

He travelled down slowly, along my spine, the natural route, his paws moving lower as well, so that his muzzle and his fingers reached me quite at the same time, spreading me open, a finger or two stroking down to my sac while he sniffed and huffed, too, washing me with warm air.

"Hmmmpphhh..."

He kneaded and played with my rump while kisses came, over my balls and then going upwards, lips mouthing over the tender skin and making me moan happily at the sensation. His breaths snorted out of his nosepad and onto my taint, and that too felt good, even without any closer stimulation playing upon me. The wet tongue that followed the route felt even better, too, combined with the massage of his paws, putting relaxing warmth into my loins.

His paw even wandered over to my cloth-covered crotch, but I told him off.

"I don't' need that now," I told him, "I think I'll want to be a bit more pent up for the second or third round..."

"Heheh.."

The slurping noises were as erotic as the sensation of his tongue slipping back and forth, over and about, making my muscles coil up and bunch up, sensing further good feelings into me. A few hot minutes of that left me impatient, and I told him as much.

"I want it now."

He got up and we shared an embrace and a kiss, stroking each other a little, getting comfortable, before It was time to climb onto the bed.

"The stuff's in the usual place," I said.

"I'm surprised you didn't just drop it onto the bed," Rory chuckled as he went for the nightstand while I climbed onto the bed.

"I'm not that kinky," I replied.

I put a pillow under my butt and pulled my legs up, then, folding them comfortably over each other so that my knees were pulled up high towards my chest, which propped my butt rather nicely up, and let me gaze between my spread legs, covered in the socks as they were, and I even wriggled my toes in welcome for Rory, whom settled between my legs.

"I think you've proven yourself to be kinky enough today," he replied, the bottle of lube opened and applied onto his fingers.

"I started out a bit in the shower," I told him huskily, "just put a little bit in there and go on...you know I can take it..."

"Of course I know, but I don't want to hurt you," he spoke, even with fingers massaging lube onto my fleshy opening.

"You won't," I said, squirming a little while his fingers did that, too, "I'm more than ready."

His fingers felt mighty fine, but I knew something else would feel better, soon sheathed in the condom he had brought as well, covered in lubricant and then aimed at my gates, while Rory leaned over me, settling his body close to mine.

"I know you like it missionary," I told him while our faces met much like our bodies, his tip already poking at me, making me prepare for it, mentally and physically.

"I do," he replied.

We kissed intently for a few moments, and quite naturally, the pressure grew, and with a small adjustment to the tilt of his hips, he was in, smoothly, and with nothing more than a single smarting twinge that was soon replaced with pleasurable fullness and pressure on my prostate. I throbbed inside my clothed pouch, trapped between our bodies and deliciously caressed by Rory's belly, while we both breathed heavily, savoring the sensations for now.

"Hmmmh...I'm starting to get what you mean by regular availability increasing the appetite..." he murmured.

I chuffed and squeezed down on him in all the good ways, and the groan that followed was hot and needy.

"You're already on the mount, you already won," I chuckled, rubbing his neck with my big, warm paw, "come on, now...do my hot jock ass, Rory..."

I squeezed again, and he pulled back his hips, before their prickly slide back onto me made me grumble and moan when he hit juuuust the right place.

His muzzle on mine muffled at further attempts at dirty talking, and from then on it was just Rory's hips hunching back and forth, slowly, our bodies fitting together nice and firm, the pose I had elected surprisingly comfortable to stay in, with the pillow and all, I didn't even feel I was being bent over backwards even though that's what I was, with a big hot lion on top of me plunging into my depths. We kept kissing, whenever he was not nibbling on my neck instead, sometimes, but very soon I'd bring him back...keeping our contact deep and warm, growing in intensity while the bed shook gently and our bodies rocked together, over and over again, until Rory's endurance finally reached its end and he spent himself, and me, into a warm, panting heap.

As we relaxed, for a moment, him deep inside me, I knew that my plan to keep my own gun loaded would come very handy indeed, as I would be enjoying this a couple more times more tonight.

And then some doughnuts, perhaps.

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Thank you for reading my story! I hope you had a fun time, and I look forward to your feedback! As always, remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

See you on Friday with the next exciting chapter!

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