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#20 of Hockey Hunk Season 1
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*rumble*
"You sore, man?" my ears flicked as I watched Mason rub his legs, sitting on the small bench inside the shop locker room.
The wolf shook his head, grimacing a little.
"I was standing up all day and those boots were still a really tight fit," Mason complained lightly, frowning. "Feels like my pads might fall off..."
I gave him a good-natured snuffle and tipped my head as I rummage through my locker for my outdoor shoes.
"You have to have a paw bath to ease them up." I smiled. "Just use hot water and put some paw lotion and soap into it, unless you don't have any actual paw bath salt in your bathroom cabinet."
The wolf snuffled.
"Where'd you get that, from Marge?" he still rubbed his ankles.
I chuckled.
"I've done some running, I know how sore the pads can get," I replied. "Trust me, it'll be great! You can sit down and soak your paws and get reading your book."
I flicked my tailtip towards the customary red carrier bag with its golden "Albrecht Brothers - Traditional Book Retail Since 1971" logo, now containing the mysterious, infamous tome of high fantasy Mason had been hankering to read for years, probably. I had no idea how someone so young and...fratnboyish could have the self-control to simply not to tear the bag away and get reading.
"Yeah, maybe I'll give it a shot, uh," the wolf shrugged, cape and all.
It was only barely less amusing than before, that outfit, and I seriously had to ration my Mason-watching time now. It had been a bit earlier with the distraction of that cod liver oil-boosted exchange hunk Haakon whom had stayed in to hang around and swing his tail a little, much to the amusement of Marge and Crystal and my cock. I had to admit that the cutie was more than ogleable, even if I had serious date plans being considered even at this very moment. Hell, every little lull in the day had been filled with almost schoolgirl giddy ideas about all the fun we might get up to, and whether Victor liked wearing collared shirts or something more formal or even more casual for a date, whether he liked to eat fish or steak or a burger and whether he liked movies that had subtitles on them.
What would Victor think, anyway?
Bah, I decided, putting my newly found shoes down to the floor next to my bare paws, a lynxtastic boner was nothing. It wasn't like I had tried to hit on the frat cat, right there in front of my co-workers. Not that I was really wanting to hit on him in general, or try to flirt with the cat to see if he had created a blip on my y'know-dar. Well, maybe if there wasn't a Victor around. Or a Peter around. Or...crap, oh well, so yeah, maybe I would have flirted if the guy had been more of a blipper. He really wasn't. I think he wasn't. Still, that butt...
Oh well, it was Marge who called it ymmy, so who was I to feel sorry for liking the sight of a nice tail end on a cute big cat. We cats better stick to each other, after all.
Not that Dobies, for example, were anything worse.
"Guess I don't have to ask you what you're going to do this weekend," I smirked, sitting down to get my shoes tied properly.
"Just coffee and Helios, yeah," the wolf smirked happily. "And then I'll probably hang out with Haakon and talk about the book and stuff. The lucky guy must be already at least halfway through."
The wolf rumbled at the idea of being left behind, and I chuckled, quietly.
"Hope it delivers," I mused, finishing with my left shoe.
"Well it sure will!" Mason beamed. "Uh, so, you got any plans for weekend?"
I flicked my ears and smiled, letting out a little rumble.
"Probably use my TiVo to watch all the programs I've missed this week," I chuckled. "Nothing very exciting in plan, I think. Maybe I'll go out to have some dinner, maybe, I haven't really had the time to make any real plans about it."
"That's cool," the wolf replied.
"Yeah, sometimes it's cool to just be lazy and hang out."
More like let it hang out, hahahaha!
I wondered idly whether thinking about lynx butts and Dobie dates was making my mind more obscene than usual, and thus I hurried with my shoelaces to get them all tied in nicely in my preparation to get out of here before I might be mugged by overeager female co-workers wanting me to hang out with them. The possibility of being invited to join a girl's night out was always a distinct risk when communicating with Marge and Crystal, and as thus I was glad that the two had stayed upstairs doing whatever they had to do to batten down the hatches in the shop for the night.
"Yeah."
We exchanged a couple of yeahs and I put on my coat and bid Mason goodnight and a great weekend before I headed out of the locker room.
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"Hey, Rory!"
"Muffin!"
"Have a nice weekend, girls!"
"Rory!"
"Have a great time with Goggy, Marge!"
"But..."
"Hopefully the bitches around your house will be nicely distracted by their boyfriends for the weekend!"
"Rory!"
"Ta ta, girls!"
"What the..."
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*swoooooosssh*
_ "Wheeeeeen youuuu geeeeet caaaauught beeeetweeeen theeee mooooon aaaaand Neeeeewww Yooooork Cityyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....I know it's crazeeeeeeeeh but iiiiiiiiiiits truuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....!!!" _
Okay, you never heard this, right, but sometimes Rory Gliese did sing in the shower. My singing voice was awful and my technique...worse, and I bet I would have made at least one of those montages of the semi-mediocre bad singers on American Idol. Hell, maybe if I'd went in dressed up as the Big Bird I might even make a proper "he's so awful he's funny, let's show the judges ridiculing him" segment.
Whatever, I was belting out in my shower cabinet while I scrubbed the bookshop from my furs and generally enjoyed being a steaming, soaked cat, all slick with water and shampoo. My tail made a beat for my off-key singing with its continuous bat against the shower cabinet wall. I kept my head tipped down and let the water run over my head while I purred and sang and enjoyed myself to the fullest. I had a weekend ahead of me, full of beautiful do-nothing, I had a date to plan and I had all the time for myself, and I was going to be a perfect slob and just scratch my balls and think about dates and maybe pretend to be a good boy.
I decided that I was already wet enough and switched the water off and put the blowers on to get a nice air bath to finish myself off. I ended up leaving the shower cabinet feeling glowing under my not too drippy furs, and clad only in a towel, I loitered around my apartment, my tail looping about while I considered what I'd do next. I felt oddly energetic despite the gruellingly long day with its own interesting distractions aplenty. The kitchen offered delicious food and drink, the television might have something funny going on, and there was always the computer...
I looked at the dark screen of the laptop computer and rubbed my chin, even if that threatened to cause the towel around my waist to fall down to the floor, exposing a lot more lion than usual. The internet offered an endless treasure chest of distractions in the form of news, Wikipedia, porn and Facebook status updates. For a brief hysterical moment I wondered whether FreeRangeRumps had a large section on lynxes, but even as I was already sitting down in front of my desk, I decided that solo sexuality should be postponed to the unseen future while I would try to amuse myself in less naughty ways of fun. I keyed myself into the operating system and then opened the browser and logged in to Facebook, my tail flicking behind me as I wondered whether a certain Victor Holden just might be around.
My heart hopscotched inside my chest while my profile page loaded and brought up my photo and my likes and updates...and the small box on the bottom of the screen telling which of my friends happened to be online at the moment. I clicked the folder open and got a familiar jolt of excitement from the sight of the mugshot display pic of the Dobie with whom I had a date coming up in a week's time!
I decided to be a good kitten and simply clicked the highlighted name and typed:
_ Rory Gliese says: Hey!_
I pressed "Enter" and sat there, my paws resting against my towel-covered thighs, wondering whether Victor might be sitting on the computer even now, waiting for a Rory to show up for an evening chat...like we had done a couple of times since our initial digital discourse.
Seconds flickered away while I waited, my ears wobbling as I stared at my little greeting on my computer screen and hoped that the Dobie was around, genuinely around and had not simply left his Facebook open while going to do something fun.
_ Victor Holden says: G'evening ;)_
Woo!!!
_ Rory Gliese says: Hi there! What're you up to, Victor?_
_ Victor Holden says: Checking some ice hockey scores, actually!_
I chuckled at the thought of the big Dobie poring over sports score tables, probably wearing his cute eyeglasses when he did so.
_ Rory Gliese says: Oh?_
I hope that sounded curious enough.
_ Victor Holden says: The world championship games are on, heheh, in Slovakia. HUGE time difference!_
Rory Gliese says: Is it like...how many hours?
Victor Holden says: I'm not even sure hehe. Looks bad, though...we've lost again.
_ Rory Gliese says: The US not doing so well?_
I chuckled at the sentiment, watching the computer screen curiously and waiting for his reply.
_ Victor Holden says: Lost to Canada 4-3. We're up to against France next : = )_
_ Rory Gliese says: Any chance for us to do it?
Victor Holden says: Better France than Sweden. Eastern Europe kicks ass ;)_
I scratched my chin, wondering what to say next.
_ Rory Gliese says: Funny, that's what my co-worker said about the Eurovision, too.
Victor Holden says: What's that?
Rory Gliese says: I'm not sure you want to know to be honest.
Victor Holden says: I can take it!_
Sure he did...he was a master of buttsecks, too...he could take anything and enjoyed it, too. Thus, I wondered, as I surfed around the net and copy-pasted a link, could he hand this, I decided with an evil smirk on my lips.
_ Rory Gliese says: Well try this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFKhRAcAUMQ_
Bwahahahaahaha!
_ Victor Holden says: Lemme see!_
A couple of minutes passed before the Dobie answered.
_ Victor Holden says: Pardon my French but is this fucking real?_
I chuckled rumblingly and got back on typing.
_ Rory Gliese says: I wouldn't believe it when my co-worker shared the clip on Facebook. I thought it can't have been real.
Victor Holden says: Is that an unicycle-driving garden gnome fairy playing a vuvuzela????_
Now I laughed properly, chuckling really deeply and letting my ears flick all around.
_ R ory Gliese says: Seems something like that.
Victor Holden says: And is this gonna win? Did it already win this...thing?
Rory Gliese says: My co-worker things Norway's gonna win, or maybe Finland.
Victor Holden says: Hahah, sounds like the same countries that rule ice hockey rule this Euro thing too.
Rory Gliese says: Maybe.
Victor Holden says: Hahah, thanks for the laugh!
Rory Gliese says: My pleasure.
Victor Holden says: What've you been up to then, Rory? Still looking forward to the date?_
Did I ever...
_ Rory Gliese says: Yeah, of course! All primed for it!_
Victor Holden says: Great!
Rory Gliese says: And to answer, I've been doing the usual. Work, television, sleep, stuff.
Victor Holden says: I like stuff!
Rory Gliese says: Hahah.
Victor Holde n says: I've been pretty busy with stuff too. Work's been busy, yeah, and then there's going to play hockey and watching hockey and television and whatnot.
Rory Gliese says: You're a busy guy!
Victor Holden says: Heheh, guess so! But never too busy to have a nice chat with a nice lion ;)
I smirked widely at the comment, wink smiley and all.
_ Rory Gliese says: Why, thanks. Almost making me feel coy.
Victor Holden says: I know you're not coy. The fact you went through all my catnips speaks things!_
My sheath swelled instinctively at the mention of the horny romp that took place within the confines of Victor's bedroom and his beefy, nice, pliable, fantastic, mysterious, fabled rump. My happy place was being so happy, in fact, that I had to adjust myself a little, quickly, to make the tent in my towel disappear.
_ Rory Gliese says: I haven't heard complaints yet._
Victor Holden says: I'm certainly not complaining. I needed an extra pillow for a week.
Now I was sure he was teasing me on purpose, I decided as I stared at the computer screen, my tail swaying behind me as I wondered what the Dobie had in mind.
_ Rory Gliese says: Did your co-workers wonder about it?_
I wish I'd know how to use some cool cheeky smileys to make myself sound funnier over text.
_ Victor Holden says: Hah, just called me a lazy ass and a puppy and offered me a glass of warm milk._
I frowned a little at the strange brand of humour Victor had been subjected to.
_ Rory Gliese says: That's weird.
Victor Holden says: Hahah, at least they didn't ask if I had piles.
Rory Gliese says: Ewww._
Seriously, eww.
_ Victor Holden says: Wasn't complaining though. Was a nice feeling to be getting it good again. Been too long, heheh.
Rory Gliese says: Hahah, well, I must've been a pretty pent up cat too .And a bit drunk.
Victor Holden says: Tipsy sex isn't too bad ;)_
The tent was back, not exactly a worry, but definitely something noticeable now that my several inches of moist feline pride were sliding out of their hidey place. My cock throbbed against the soft cloth, feeling pretty nice, though I wasn't sure how Victor would react to the fact that I was getting a hard-on while talking with him online.
It was still nice enough to rev up my mischievous mind a little bit more, and thus I typed on.
_ Rory Gliese says: You did look a bit as if you had tipped over somehow, all the way on your belly like that.
Victor Holden says: Hahah...almost as if a buff lion had toppled down the big doggie for some fun of his own, eh?_
Ha! Now he was definitely putting on the naughties for us, typing stuff like that. I looked at the words and throbbed a little bit more and my tail flicked, and I wondered how to continue...or whether I even should take the bait and carry on.
_ Rory Gliese says: Does that kinda thing float your boat? _
Now that was a question, hopefully Victor would approve. My cock sure did.
_ Victor Holden says: Don't mind playing a bit rough sometimes. Don't mind being the one who gets it up the tail but when I do, I kind of want to feel it's...dunno, proper y know? Muzzle down and ass up...kinda is my thing, I guess. Feels best that way, dunno. Not too strange I think. _
My cock had outright burst out of my sheath and now throbbed strongly against my belly. My balls felt itchy and my tail swayed, and my heart was starting to beat harder, and I was feeling naughty, and tempted to rub the lump in my towel through the soft cloth. I knew how great that friction could feel, too, so I really had to keep my paws in check...for now.
_ Rory Gliese says: Yeah, guess best to do what feels best. Sure did feel good.
Victor Holden says: Yeah, I dunno, never been much of a sub in any sense, not even when fucking but yeah, don't think it's strange to bottom. Feels good. Warm and nice. Guess that's called power bottom or what?_
Whoa boy!
_ Rory Gliese says: Guess that's the porn terminology for that, hahah. I do concur on the power part.
Victor Holden says: Yay, I'm not abnormal!_
My cock definitely didn't think it was abnormal for a big guy to get on all fours and spread their sweet cheeks. Ugh...the idea was already doing things to me, and it was big things...well, as big as the Dobie ass had been, and as big as my feline fun factory called Rory-cock would ever grow under maximum arousal. I was pretty much there, hard, throbbing, leaking, feeling hot and bothered.
_ Rory Gliese says: Nah, but I do have my suspicions.
Victor Holden says: ??_
I smirked evilly and felt my towel tent jump when I answered.
_ Rory Gliese says: That you're trying to get me all worked up here hahah._
There. My paw slipped over my towel-enclosed cock and gave it proper squeeze, letting those barbs press against the fuzzy fabric. it felt great and I was already purring before the Dobie had the chance to answer.
_ Victor Holden says: Dunno. I haven't really done that cyber sex thingy tbh._
Ohh so now he was already calling this cybering? Ha!
He was also doing a pretty good job, I had to admit. My cock felt like it really wanted to be doing something other than simply staying hidden under my towel. Something Dobie-inclusive, I felt.
_ Rory Gliese says: It's not really as grand as it sounds.
Victor Holden says: Soooo you done it? ;P_
I wondered whether the cat should tell or not, but decided for it after another powerful jump of my cock.
_ Rory Gliese says: Back when it was still SO new hahah.
Victor Holden says: How does it work exactly? I never done it._
I decided to skip the towel and simply let it slip free, falling down over the chair while my lower body became properly exposed. I greeted my cock with a smile and wrapped my paw around its bare flesh to give it a good squeeze, bringing a moan from me.
_ Rory Gliese says: Just writing random sexy stuff and hoping it does the job.
Victor Holden says: Wow, so is it like typed phone sex? :D_
I scratched my ear with my free non-cock-holding paw and chuckled, wondering how to demonstrate this cyber thingy without making myself ridiculous, or more riled up.
_ Rory Gliese says: A bit like that, with a bit less moaning, I think.
Victor Holden says: Ahhh! Ahh! Fuck yeah! Ahh yeah, oh, oh, oh, ugh!_
Now that was just funny.
_ Rory Gliese says: Hmm...yep, that definitely was NOT sexy. And that's how it can be, too.
Victor Holden says: ;P so whats good cyber like?
Rory Gliese says: Maybe more like talking about how things feel and not what you're doing. There's just how much fun that you can get from saying :" now I'm fucking your ass and my cock moves in and out of your tight little hole"
Victor Holden says: LOL, haha!_
Victor used LOL???
My erection almost drooped from the amount of laughing I did after reading Victor's latest comment, but really, just almost. It was still happily hard and throbbing while I gathered my wits again and paid back for him.
_ Rory Gliese says: You see what I mean?
Victor Holden says: Yeah, deffo. Not too sexy. Wonder why furs do it anyway.
Rory Gliese says: Maybe for the silliness, like porn, or maybe some do get off on it, somehow. I dunno, haven't done it in years.
Victor Holden says: Gotta say I prefer the real thing :D_
I wondered just how bad cybering it would be to say "Rory Gliese says: I'm pawing off thinking about your butt." right then, when my paw slowly moved along my slick, pulsing lion cock.
_ Rory Gliese says: Who doesn't'??
Victor Holden says: There's just so much that your paws can do eh? Gotta have something throbbing every now and then ;)_
Damn, Victor's rump had really been tight and throbbing and felt so great around my cock...better than my paw currently giving me pretty good times on its own right, slowly spreading to slowly dribbling pre all over my barbed shaft and making for a more slick motion of my paw over my curved lionhood.
_ Rory Gliese says: Yeah :)_
Thanks for smileys! I had a smiley there! Like Victor!
_ Victor Holden says: You must think I'm a horny mutt : (_
Awww...frowny face...that was just cute. Besides, I bet he couldn't have been any hornier than yours truly at the moment.
_ Rory Gliese says: Don't think that it'd be a bad thing if you were._
I was the one jerking off right there, and doing a good job at it. My paw was covered with the sticky stuff oozing out of my tip, making for a good, little bit of personal fun time.
_ Victor Holden says: Maybe I am a little :=P_
Uh huh.
_ Rory Gliese says: Hahah. Well, be free to do whatever you wanna do with that feeling. Not like I mind.
Victor Holden says: Suggestions?_
My cheeks practically blushed at the scenario I had ended into, having semi-cyber-something-sexy with Victor on Facebook! My rubbed length was enjoying the treatment greatly, though, and my balls itched and jingled nicely in their furry sac while I played with myself in front of the computer, and, in a way, with Victor again.
_ Rory Gliese says: Ummm...use your colourful imagination and get busy?
Victor Holden says: At least you didn't suggest I watched porn!
Rory Gliese says: Well you can do if you want, though that'd be just...me sitting here thinking what you might be doing there...watching...stuff._
Victor Holden says: Hahah...like your definition of stuff!
My stuff pulsed and jumped in the grip of my paw, already wanting to burst something serious. My breathing was pretty deep and ragged, too. Damn Dobie...
_ Rory Gliese says: Bet you like watching big guys getting it on in porn._
That sounded really dirty, that, hahah.
_ Victor Holden says: Can't say the image doesn't appeal to me...all hot and ruff and huffin'_
Talk about studmuffins.
_ Rory Gliese says: You like being on top as much as taking it?
Victor Holden says: Sure that isn't a thing to ask from a gentlefur ;)_
I felt my balls wanting to do something decisively ungentlefurry, and decided to skip further naughties for now. My spare paw slipped below my sheath and cupped by balls, squeezing them into my grip firmly while my paw seesawed up and down on my cock, milking my length for the pleasure that was only moments away. My toes curled and my teeth clenched and my tail did some erratic, swishing motions behind me while my pads raked across my supersensitive barbs and were about to my flesh into the ultimate convulsion.
By sheer luck only I managed not to spray the computer screen when the first burst of cum flew out of my tip, instead landing on my grimacing muzzle and thankfully not all over the laptop. I groaned and held my head back, really cumming hard. My muscles clenched all the way from my jaws to my tailhole to my ankles, and my toes were curly...something that had been described as a "cute" reaction to having a great orgasm, which was kinda weird, but not really in my mind while I coated myself in some steamy lion cum.
I collapsed onto my desk chair, tail limp between my legs, my toes still twitching, my cock gripped in the safe hold of my soiled, cum-streaked paw, and I felt a glob slide over the side of my muzzle and against my lips. Obediently, I opened my maw and licked the few salty drops up, swallowing tangy fluid after I let it linger over my tongue a little bit. Damn that was good!
I was still breathing heavily, and even felt a bit lightheaded when I finally checked my messages again.
_ Victor Holden says: You ok? You've been quiet for a little while, wondering if the Internet went down or sumthing._
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