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Hello y'all, here's little something that I wrote when the titular concept just somehow entered my literary consciousness. I might write more about this too if the inspiration carries me along, but here's something for you to enjoy for now!

If you want to comment of the story, you're very welcome! All the comments will help me to become a better writer. Faves and votes are enjoyed as well.

Have a nice read!

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I called him Hockey Hunk the first time I saw him on the bar counter back at that place called The Ramrod. He was about double the size of the small fox with a pink shirt who was sitting next to him, and by the looks of the pair, the fox expected to get it hard under his dyed tail by the time the night was through.

I sat nearby and got a drink and just sat there, not really caring to try to find lay or someone to dance with. Sometimes it was just nice to have a drink or two and sit there without any fear of being singled out. I didn't look like someone you'd want to mess up with, anyway, but I know the looks, the whispers and the flattened ears that tell you that they don't accept you as who you are. Here it might have been a little bit too queer for my comforts, yeah, but still, it was a place where you might be harassed by gropes and slurred come-ons rather than waved fists and FUCK OFF FAGS!

I had a simple gin and tonic because it really was the only drink I knew. The Hockey Hunk was having a beer. I have to admit that he drew my eyes, even if I always thought that I was more into felines, but a canine of that size and with such a good muscle definition was definitely a looker. My tail looped about nicely, my ears flicking along to the Pet Shop Boys music blaring at the club, and wondered whether I should stay in for another drink after mine was spent.

The fox exchanged a few words with the big Dobie and then hopped off from his bar stool, landing on springy paws and then swishing away, leaving just the two of us on that corner of the bar counter. Our eyes met and I gave a polite nod and kept my ears still for it, and the big Dobie gave me one in return, and we nodded to each other. I gave him a small cat smile but the Hockey Hunk simply gave me that single nod, and that was it. I returned to my drink for a little moment and tried to get to the music again. It wasn't really my type of music, anyway, but hey, it was a gay club, what did I expect, the Greatest hits of Ozzy Osborne?

The bar stool next to me creaked, calling my attention to the fact that the Dobie had jumped seats and was now sitting next to me, one paw clutching his beer. I nodded again.

"Hey."

His voice was gruff and imposing, and he spoke with his ears as much as with his voice, those big, perky floppers were in motion all the time, it seemed, flicking to whatever source of sound he might find himself interested in.

"Hello."

"Slow night?" he rumbled, still holding onto his beer.

"Pretty much," I took a sip of my drink and remembered to secure my tail around the leg of the barstool to make sure that I didn't poke the Dobie with it

He didn't look like he wanted any unasked pokings.

"Talk about it."

I smiled to him politely, and then he suddenly did start to talk.

He talked a lot about the weather and the news and the city authorities, and how he had had to replace some part in his car last week. My role was to listen, it seemed, and nod here and there and flick and ear and sometimes sip my drink while he went on about random things coming to his head. Then he just looked at me.

"How do you keep yourself in shape?" he asked me.

"I'm boring," I chuckled briefly, "running and gym and stuff."

"That's cool," he said.

"And you?" I asked idly.

"I do hockey."

I smiled, imagining how the big Dobie might look like all decked up in those pads and helmet and wielding a big stick that was maybe a little bit less phallic than a baseball bat, but still, it was great fun. Especially the big group hugs and ass slaps after a successful goal.

I told him that I sometimes watched the NHL games on the television and he smiled.

"You one of those cubs who wanted to be the next Gretzky?" I asked him, still smiling a small cat smile.

"Sure!" the Dobie laughed, flicking his ears energetically while he spoke. "Didn't ever do it seriously, though, but me and the guys from the office do it twice a week."

"Wow."

"What? Think I've got a limp wrist?" he flicked a big paw a at me as if he was just making a winning goal, and smirked.

"No, just...," I gave him a good look, from ear tip to hind paw, and then back to his eyes, "just, wow, I guess."

The Dobie smirked and wagged his docked tail, smacking it against the barstool.

"I hear that a lot," he shrugged then, going for his beer. "Mostly from the girls, but...yeah."

"Well, even if you didn't become a pro, you became an outright hockey hunk."

That must've been the worst pickup line in gay history, but he did smile, and laughed, and snorted some beer out of his nosepad.

I wasn't even trying to pick him up, anyway, it was just a little bit of flirt to salvage a quiet night. The Dobie did keep talking to me though, and I found myself ordering another drink, and he got another beer, and we kept talking even after he came from the gents and settled back to the bar stool next to me.

Then came the crucial moment, I guess, when he put a paw to my thigh and asked if I had anywhere to be for the night.

"Well, thank you, but...I'm not sure if I'm what you're really looking for," my macho mentalities reared up at the Dobie's suggestion, but I wanted to be nice to him after the pretty good evening.

The Dobie's ears flattened as he looked at me with his eyes, looking just a little bit like an oversized puppy.

"How do you mean you're not?" his paw was still resting on my thigh, feeling warm and heavy, just like the rest of the Hockey Hunk.

"Well I kinda prefer to hold the stick, if you get my drift," I told him, teasing the Hockey Hunk a little with his own lingo.

It is not that it's too...subby or something, you know, but I guess I don't really like my ass prodded that much. Maybe I'm not enough anal kind of a guy in that sense, who knows. I almost felt sad for turning down the nice Dobie and what must have been a pretty good-sized cock and a hot body to go with it. Guess you can't fight your nature, anyway.

His paw didn't move at all, but his words were almost bashful when he spoke again.

"Well...you can sink a few goals to my net if that's...well, if you wouldn't mind."

Now this was something unexpected, as he looked at me, and still kept that paw there. I was starting to feel a whole new warmth coming from that leg as I watched him try to look as imposing as ever, even if he just had offered that I could stick my kittie cock into his big and tight doggie ass.

I hadn't come to the bar to get laid, but here was some right on the offer, and suppose I was just enough of a king of the jungle that when something of that caliber was on the offer so freely, I might as well enjoy myself a little bit more than I had anticipated.

We ended up to his apartment, and fifteen minutes after leaving the bar I was lying on a foreign-smelling bed with my tongue down the Dobie's muzzle while his big paws groped at my butt. The Hockey Hunk was a pretty good kisser, the kind of one who listened to what you were doing and returned it accordingly, but without forgetting his own needs. He kissed like a top, and he felt like a top, big, heavy, muscular and smelling like he hadn't showered after one of the hockey games he has boasted about back at the bar.

Nonetheless, he was the one under me, letting me unbutton his shirt once I tore my muzzle away from his and simply panted heavily while watching him lay there, grinning. He had a great smile, not too cocky like many Dobies seemed to have due to them being and imposing. His was more like saying "I know you like it so come on", a more friendly message in comparison.

His big chest really started to pay off by the time I got his shirt off and started to tongue bathe his neck and nipples and his big pecs in general. I let my paws get a bit gropey while I worked his body and listened to his appreciate groans and growls, feeling them resonate against my lips when I caught him good. His tail wagged and mine looped about happily while I stoked the heat up in both of us. My own cock was rock hard and throbbed against my belly, and I could feel his hefty canine member pulse near my hip at my current semi-crouched position.

The Hockey Hunk didn't complain when I untied his belt and tugged his neat pants away to reveal all he was packing downstairs, and my own complaints were kept to a minimum as well. He was thick and his knot was so big that it barely fit into my palm when I gave that slick ball of flesh a nice squeeze while my free paw made erratic circles over his abs. He simply lay back with his paws folded behind his broad neck and enjoyed the ride. I gave him a toothy smirk while I simply rubbed my silky-furred cheeks against his chiseled belly and his thighs, blowing hot air over his slightly damp skin and deliberately avoiding all the really naughty places.

Then he could watch me run first my fingers and then my tongue along his leaking shaft. He was just a little bit too big for giving completely care-free oral, but I could get my tongue around that blunt tip and then suckled on, making him moan deeply. My paws kept playing with his balls and knot, and my cock throbbed something serious by the time I got up from his cock for a breath. His smile widened to include teeth as he watched my rub my palm over the lump at the front of my pants.

"No need to be shy," the dark Dobie smiled in the darkness of his bedroom, and I smiled back to him., showing more teeth.

My belt buckle clicked and with a little bit of shuffling I was out of the rest of my clothing, a tall lion kneeling on this strange Hockey Hunk's bed and sporting a seven point three inch curved erection of feline proportions, complete with the prickly parts that you either loved or hated. I was going to find out the Dobie's opinion on those in a while, I was damn sure of that, judging by the way us both were leaking pre and making the bedroom smell like a jockstrap that had been worn for a week.

The Hockey Hunk smirked and watched me for a while before tilting his head to the side.

"There's stuff in there you'll need," he spoke in a low rumble, indicating his nightstand.

"Okay."

I hobbled over to the indicated place and found some generic lube and a few packets of condoms, including one that read "URSOPLUS CATNIP - EXTRA SENSITIVE MEDIUM". The discovery of feline-rated condoms raised my brow and I gave the Dobie a look, but he just shrugged.

"Used to date a tiger for a while," he spoke absently. "Hope it's a good fit. He wasn't huge or tiny or anything."

"Medium's okay," I snuffled, all too aware that I wasn't packing a stallion's worth of equipment down there, but some guys are thankfully not as shallow as to measure the success of a bed encounter with a ruler.

I took the so-called stuff back to the bed and watched how he shuffled up to his knees, giving me a really good look of his ass and his broad back, his little stub of a tail held defiantly up as a crown to his firm, dark rump cheeks. The Hockey Hunk grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his belly as he laid down, flat, and rested his chin against an arm.

"Mind if I like it this way best?" he rumbled.

My eyes darted between his still flicking ears, the back of his neck and the curve of that ass, following it until I saw a hint of pink there at the very base of his tail. Hefty balls pressed against the mattress in their fuzzy sac, pulled taunt by this alluring posture.

"It's fine," I mused.

He looked pretty damn hot there, all laid down like that, waiting for me to get dirty with him. I popped the lube open and squirted some to my paw and warmed it up a little bit before rubbing the sticky, mildly scented stuff over his taint. The Hockey Hunk kept rumbling throughout the process of applying lube to his rump, especially when I used my clean paw to pull his cheeks apart to expose him better for my fingers.

His muscles back there were tight but easily let a couple of my fingers pass his pucker and into his tail tunnel. It felt almost weird to be fingering someone who even smelled so much of a top dog, but here he was, ass up on the bed and letting out low, deep grunts of enjoyment at being played with. That fact made my cock jump against my soft belly furs and caused me to hiss briefly.

"Liking what you see?" I heard him chuckle without turning to look at me.

My fingertips curled and pressed against the slight bump that was his prostate, and the Hockey Huck hissed at the feeling, his innards squeezing down on my slick fingers firmly.

"Uh huh." I chuckled in my own right and massaged his pleasure bump some more, and received more murrs and rumbles as a reward for my effort.

"As soon as you're ready," he spoke to me from that odd position of his, and wagged his tail.

Damn this guy was eager for it, I had to think as I pulled my fingers out of him with a small slurp and wiped them clean on his own rump. I grabbed the sliver of plastic holding the condom and managed to negotiate it over my shaft without too much of a trouble. I spread some extra lube over myself with a couple of good, slow strokes along my cock, which was more than enough to make me hiss and purr with pleasure. My cock strained inside the snug plastic of the condom that fit well enough that I could even see individual barbs making bumps against the material.

I had somewhere better to put my junk, anyway, that being the broad rump of the Dobie on his belly in front of me. I scooted closer and adjusted the positioning of his legs so that our thighs hugged to each other while I leaned over him and pushed my cock into his crack. We both hissed from the sensation of my heated cock rubbing up and down between his rump cheeks. I didn't have the patience to keep that going for too long though, instead opting to maneuver me leaky member to rest against his hole.

The pointed, barbed tip made good contact and with a firm push and a growl hissed between my teeth and a huff from the Hockey Hunk, I managed to slip past his pucker and into his warm crevice. I rested there, poised above him with my weight resting on my paws splayed on the small of his back for a little while, before I simply decided that he probably could take whatever I could give, and simply pushed myself all the way into his warmth.

I purred loudly when my hips bumped against his upturned rump, causing our balls to meet as well. I saw his ears flatten briefly when my seven plus inches of cock slipped balls deep into his Dobie butt, but did not hear any further complaints. The Hunk simply sighed deeply and laid still, keeping the status quo of badassness even with something pointed and throbbing stuffed deep inside that not too bad ass. In fact, he had a great ass, tight, warm and alive, giving little tugs all around my member while his muscles stretched and tried to get used to having me in there.

I was usually more of a missionary kind of a guy, but this was what the Hockey Hunk wanted, so I delivered gladly. I laid myself over his broad back, pressing over him and taking a hold of his body just below his armpits with my paws as I laid down, resting for a little while over my conquest before I let my hips start a rocking motion.

At first, I let only the first inch or so of my cock slip in and out of his tailhole, keeping the pace slow and steady so that we could both simply enjoy the feeling of stuffing and getting stuffed equally. I wasn't feeling like hurrying, even if the mating instinct in me was telling me to kick in the high gear and make sure that I would be making some kittens soon.

The recipient of my anal affections lay mostly still, simply content, it seemed, to enjoy the ride I was providing. I felt his body rise and fall with his breath, untroubled by my weight on his back, and there were both the slow and fast ripples of his body while I gave it to him well. The Dobie didn't even react much when I started to groom his neck with my lips and tongue and soon with a few nips as well while I let my hips go a little bit faster on him. His rump was springy and gave me good leverage for very relaxed thrusting, the simple rocking motion of my hips was enough to keep it going nice and slowly and with just the right amount of energy. I could also divert some of my attention to enjoying the way he smelled, or to lapping a few drops of sweat from his thick neck when they appeared.

It was much a rock 'n roll kind of a fuck, our bodies moving smoothly - well, mostly it was my body moving, while the Hockey Hunk provided the hot ass which I could thrust into and keep us both happy with ourselves. I enjoyed him otherwise as much, to be honest, since it had been a while since I had the pleasure to really hold someone close to me and feel someone else breathe right next to me. His body was alive and he was making me feel alive, the way sex was supposed to make you feel like the king of the universe for the time you had your body tied to someone's that deeply.

My hips flowed smoothly as I kept going at him, ramping up the speed and energy I put behind my thrusts while our growls started to intensify, his getting deeper, mine higher in pitch. The familiar itching just under my balls was starting to grow, and I knew that I was about ready to call it quits, but there was still one conscious thought in me despite the intense pleasure building up inside my body.

"Can I...nghhh...bite?" I whispered hotly against his neck while my hips still pounded into him, racing towards the inevitable.

"Ngghh...yeah."

He grunted a few times and his body tensed when my teeth closed over his shoulder in a firm mating bite just as my hips gave a few hard shoves against his rump and opened the floodgates for me. I kept myself buried deep under his tail while my body shuddered with its release. His body flexed underneath mine and after a moment I realized that the big Dobie also was coming, especially when the new musk washed over my nose and filled the air with an ever-growing scent of sex.

I flopped down on the Hockey Hunk's back and breathed hotly against his neck, not even bothering to try to calm down after blowing my load. His breaths came equally raggedly, and his ears flicked whenever he felt the hot flow of air against his skin. My belly tingled pleasantly while my cock pulsed, still buried deeply inside the Dobie's hot insides, ready for another go in a while if I was to believe my body's signals. It had not let me down yet.

"You okay back there?" the Dobie spoke after a moment, his voice breathy.

I chuckled softly and lapped against a wrinkle of that thick skin on the back of his neck.

"I could say so, yeah, big boy," I chuckled, probably sounding a bit too slutty for my own good.

"How're you doing back there?"

I gave my hips a gentle little push, feeling my cum slosh around inside its plastic prison.

The Hockey Hunk grunted deeply and squeezed me with his hidden muscles, eliciting a purr from the big lion that was I.

"My back there is wondering if you'll stay the night," the Dobie chuckled.

"I gotta be at work at 12," I snuffled.

"That's better than my nine am," the Dobie's ears flicked again.

It was my time to chuckle as I squeezed the warm body underneath me and got comfy on my mount, feeling his familiar ripples go past again while I rested over him. He felt as warm and tight as ever, too, and was reminded me of that with gentle gripping pulses of his inner muscles around my cock, too, and that was making his proposal even easier to handle.

I licked away a few salty, tangy drops of sweat away from his neck scruff and liked the feeling of his smooth back furs against my own fluffy mane.

"I think my back there would like you to stay," the Hockey Hunk snuffled.

"I think my back there is liking it there," I replied in a slightly rough voice as I groomed him still.

"So, get back in there!" the gruff Hockey Hunk growled, and it was the only time during the whole night that he acted like his size, giving me such a direct command.

My hips tilted back from their comfortable sweaty resting place and prepared for another go at that juicy Dobie rump, knowing well that I still had enough steam in me for two or three goes before the night was through.

I hoped he had good coffee.

I can't get up in the morning without good coffee.

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There we go, nice and tight like something back there eh?

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