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_Hello everyone, and welcome to the double length season finale of the story "I Am with the Hockey Hunk"

This is the 28th chapter of this story series, which I think is an amazing feat. I have managed to write a story approximately 90,000 words in combined length, and I don't see an end to it yet...which means...more story in the near future! Remember y'all, this is but an arbitrary end for the season, we will carry on right where I shall leave this story, for the plot is an ongoing one...just like a good soap should be;)

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Being pinned against a rack full of coats that smelled of Victor wasn't such a bad way to carry on a dinner date, I couldn't help but decide when thick paws grabbed my sides and kept me still while a thick canine tongue lapped all over my lips and made me purr loudly. Victor's own rumbles echoed in my ears, along with the slam of his front door closing after a convenient kick by the Dobie who certainly wasn't sparing his paws for such a mundane task when they could grope all over a big, purring lion pressed against his broad body.

I know that I knew what his night cap was all about, but this was still a bit more than I had expected when he had detailed his plan to me back at the park, just before a quiet bus ride back to Victor's place.

I also had a Victor tongue now forcing its way past my lips and into my muzzle while those same huge paws grabbed my ass and made my tail swish heavily against a collection of the Dobie's shoes on the floor under the coat rack. My own paws held onto his shoulders, feeling his rumbling breaths easily, as much as hearing them.

*hhmhmhmhmhhmrprrprprprprprprr* went Victor, and I concerted with my own purr, and tilted my head a little to make it easier to make out with the big boy that was Victor Holden, seemingly intent on having an encore performance to what happened after our chance encounter at the Ramrod.

Fuck if I was ready for that, I had to confess to myself while our rumbles intensified and my maw began to fill with slightly coffee-tasting Victor musk and saliva. His lips smashed to mine and our teeth almost clicked at some point, and I felt breathless under such an intense assault of sexual energy coming from the beefy Dobie intent on tongue-bathing my entire oral cavity, it seemed. My paws kneaded against his shoulders and held onto him while Victor kept me comfortably and firmly pinned against the heap of musky clothing. Everything started to taste like Victor, and all I smelled was Victor, and I was surrounded by Victor or Victor things from all sides, and in such an all-encompassing situation, it was no wonder that I kept purring and purring, and my often mischievous cat erection was already pressing out of its sheath and between our slammed bodies. The bulge pressing against my own belly made no mistaking, either, and I knew already that this was bound to be interesting, whatever was going to happen between us now. I had a suspicion, though, that it began with S and ended with X, and that it was going to happen within the next five minutes, if Victor was going to get his way.

Guess this was what he had in mind when he gazed at me across the aisle of the bus while we rode over to his place, holding onto the shiny steel tubes for balance as the old banger took us to our destination, Victor's Place.

By the things going on for the past couple of minutes in Victor's hall, this place ought to be marked in maps, I mused somewhere at the back of my Victor-muffled mind while his muzzle practically tried to eat mine. It was big, manly kiss, not a dainty boy kiss, that much was for sure, unlike the thin feline lips I was used to kissing with my string of cat boyfriends...but there definitely was nothing to say against Victor's beefy Frenching of my cat muzzle.

I'm not really sure how long we stayed there kissing like we were until we somehow managed to tear apart from each other and get over to the living room, where our still clothed selves collapsed to the couch and we continued our tonsil hockey with all the enthusiasm of two big guys simply having a good time in the best way possible between two guys intent on having a good time. I had a tongue between my lips and hot breaths washing over my face from each of Victor's snuffling exhalation. I was again pinned down by his bigger bulk, not something I minded in the least€ because there definitely was something about being told to my place by someone as big and hunky as Victor. This was combined with the fact that my cat cock pulsed madly while being pinned against Victor's gut. It was not something I'd really wanted to miss out, not to mention that huge fleshy thing of his that dug against my thigh in this new angle while we made out on the couch and generally made a mess of each other's muzzles with plentiful of tongue action and saliva dribbling everywhere. We were practically marking each other, telling the other who was the boss here...and voting for that position was not yet over, I could say.

Big paws stroked along my sides and found my hips, and my own paws had no need to actually search for something to grab onto. No, the choice was easy and probably a bit predictable, but there was no way that I would keep my paws off that rump now conveniently found from under my palms. I gripped that hefty slab tightly and gave it a very nice squeeze. Those big, firm ass cheeks were a definite turn on, and I purred deeply into Victor's maw while I groped him. I felt him up and down that thick, muscular ass and squeezed him down hard, bringing an approving groan from the Dobie, and a shove of his hips against my belly, firmly. That made me purr louder, and my tail smacked over Victor's entangled legs before trying to wrap around them. He wriggled a little, making that big ass jiggle under my paws, but I don't think he was trying to escape from my lusty grip, either. Victor's little tail wagged under my touch and I definitely didn't forget to give that a little squeeze, too, much to the Dobie's growling approval.

I was feeling hotter and hotter, both from the sex and from the fact that we both were still wearing our jackets, and to think about it, a full set of clothing, and my cheeks blazed with warmth, as did most of my neck and my skin in general as the fires of erotic excitement were stoked so expertly by that insistent Dobie on top of me. There was a lot of purring and a lot of growling, and we were making plenty of noise while we made out in the wettest way possible, and didn't care a bit. I got pawfuls of Dobie butt and Victor got my muzzle and my own rump, or at least the sides of it, judging by the groping motion of his oversized paws, and my tail flailed against his frame and the couch, adding to the cacophony of masculine sex sounds we were making together.

And it was still just the appetizers.

Somehow we did manage to stop making out long enough to at least try to undress a little, and we had a lot of fun growling and smiling and winking as we helped each other out of shoes and jackets and belts, but soon enough our paws couldn't stop wandering. We ended up as a renewed heap on the couch, big and leathery and, much to my amusement, the probably spot where Victor would sit down at nights to watch Frasier reruns while scratching his balls and wondering about why the hell he was sitting there all night watching Frasier. Right now I had commandeered his couch by the courtesy of my presence, and I had plenty of Victor for myself, or more accurately, my paws that were intent on groping his pants off in the near future. The cheekily growling Dobie's knees hugged my ass from both side while he was poised on top of me, my back pressed to the couch and cradled in Victor's big paws while he slowly licked my lips and my muzzle in general in a very sloppy make-out that probably only someone with a tongue that big could accomplish so easily. My paws rested comfortably over the flare of his thick rump, feeling how the muscle rippled a little from the effort of keeping the Dobie on his knees and balanced on the couch while he fed me his tongue once more. I accepted the offer with purred delight and gave one of his ass cheeks a quick little pat, just to remind him that I was there, kinda.

*Hmphphp!"*

Victor rumbled loudly open the makeshift slap and nipped on my lips, just because he could.

"You're on fire...," the Dobie's dark eyes gazed down on me from only a few inches away, his breaths washing my face with each hot huff, and my lips were sloppy with his saliva, and his weren't much different, though he was smiling, broad enough to show teeth.

No bean sprouts or fishbones visible, either.

"Yeah?" I huffed, my maw half-open, just where it was left after being molested by Victor's oversized tongue, my thick tail hugging Victor's ankle.

"Let's just say that I've been thinking about lions a lot lately " Victor grinned and eyed me in that very special way that anyone would recognize in such a context.

"Yeah?" I spoke again, more husky this time.

One of Victor's paws cupped my chin and held my head in place, surprisingly gently despite the size of the palm nudged under my jaw. My heart raced, my cock pulsed, and my paws had lots of butt under them, which was a nice bonus.

"About a certain lion especially...," Victor continued and flicked his ear and accompanied that with a cute, quick wink.

"Can't say I haven't thought about a certain Dobie either," I confessed with a smile that showed my own pearly gnashers.

Victor's tail wagged against my wrist near the spot where I was groping his ass, and the big Dobie rumbled contently.

"Wanna make this a second night stand?" Victor whispered, hotly, making my whiskers prickle.

"You need to ask?" I know he felt my hard-on, pressing over to his belly, right next to his own huge boner that was pulsing as intently as mine was.

"Consider me a gentleman," Victor grinned dangerously.

That look only made my cock throb harder, I gotta say, and it was I who spoke the customary "Let's go" before we were clutching onto another and staggering towards the bedroom. We purred and rumbled and laughed a little while we stumbled on the doorway and I almost got my tail crushed between myself and the frame of the door. Victor tugged on me with one of his big paw and chuckled, pulling me close to his side.

"Didn't think you were THAT tipsy," he teased me, his fingertips poking at my ribs.

I rapped his shoulder with my clawed paw and smirked.

"I'm not," I murred deeply.

We managed to pass the doorway and found ourselves in the bedroom, the stage of our first carnal session of intense butt-humping and all sorts of other shenanigans only suitable for adult consumption. I was sure we hadn't gotten up to anything that two consenting adults wouldn't do, but still, to be there at the site of our immodest entertainment, my blood rushed through my veins even harder.

It didn't help that Victor hugged me to himself from the bag, his paws stroking over my belly and my chest while he nibbled on my neck. His cock pressed to the small of my back and reminded me that he certainly wasn't small in that respect either, and the very idea of seeing that doggie boner was enough to make me rumble and purr.

"Want sum of your old favorite, Rory?" the Dobie nipped my ear between his teeth and rumbled deeply.

I snorted hotly.

"Yeah," I replied in a sharp huff, purring even louder when Victor simply licked the soft, warm inside of my ear.

"Well...," Victor rubbed his hips against my ass, slowly, "why don't you get cozy here while I go quickly to the little Dobie's room and...then we'll play?"

"Just don't get stuck there, big boy," I spoke and almost regretted calling him big boy, but only almost.

"Sure thing," Victor whispered, and the paws over my body tightened, and suddenly I found that I was off my footpaws, lifted in the air by the Dobie' strong arms.

"Wow!" I yelped playfully at the sudden feeling, my tail swishing rapidly behind me as I was carried over the space of a few feet between the doorway and the bed and then unceremoniously dumped down to that very same double bed.

I landed with a thump, on my belly, and ended up sprawled face down momentarily before I made a real cat flip over to my back, my tail smacking the side of the bed when my body reversed its course and I managed to catch Victor's eyes. The big Dobie stood there with a broad grin, his ears flicking cheekily while he looked down to me newly crashed on his bed.

"Show-off!" I accused him without accusation.

Victor rubbed his belly, covered with that fancy shirt of his, and smirked while rumbling deeply.

"I'll show ya," he grinned and while he headed over to the bathroom door, I saw that his tail was wagging again rapidly.

I chuckled and lounged back on the bed, stretching my arms up over my head while I stared at the ceiling, my tail flicking slowly while I relaxed and breathed out deeply. Well...here I was...in Victor's bed...that smelled like Victor...musky and canine and...well, I suspect that soon it was going to have a feline scent to it, too. My cock still throbbed in my pants, hot and heavy and fully out of its protective sheath. I wriggled my toes and sighed and wondered whether this was a good idea...I mean...it was our first date and all, and already things were going to degenerate into buttfest...that I was sure of, as confirmed by the sound of water running in the bathroom. My ears flicked at the sudden rushing sound, and I felt butterflies in my belly while I simply laid still and listened. What would this be like, when it wasn't just a random Dobie, but Victor, who was...someone, not just a sexual object in the shape of a hunky canine with a willing rump. Would it be different? I knew that it was different...it always was different. Graham was different, we knew each other's hot spots very well and could hit them at will...there was no sense of discovery or surprise...just comfortable, hot, heated action when we wanted...which was often, of course, considering we were horny fuckers at our youthful prime. Then there was Peter, with his pent up intensity and loud rumbling purrs and hips that certainly knew what they were doing when he'd pound my vulnerable tail...

I snorted and told myself not to compare Victor to any one of my other or past partners and shook my head, snorting again. No, I was not gonna let myself spoil my food for anything that was going to come, I was a grown lion, I could do what I wanted with my cock, and there was going to be lots of cock action going on soon if I'd have my way, and Victor certainly was bending over to that way.

Get it?

Oh hell...bendings aside, I suspected that Victor wouldn't spend too much time in the bathroom, and he had told me to get cozy, and while that carried all the right implications, I really wasn't one to be told around...but I would make an exception there, I decided, and began to unbutton my shirt rapidly. It was a nice shirt, I admit, but it soon ended up tossed to the floor, followed by my pants that I wriggled out of while sitting on the edge of the bed. My boxers were obscenely tented and had a wet spot in them where I had leaked some pre on them, and the very reveal of my slightly soiled garments added up to the heat of the situation, as I smelled my own, familiar, cat musk and inhaled it deeply. I rubbed over my thighs, slowly, feeling them tingle, and purred at the little self-play, how good it felt, and my looped tail flicked against my ankle, and my heart thumped strongly against my ribs as I contemplated whether lying all naked on the bed was the best way to go, or whether Victor might want to have the pleasure of uncovering my treasures with his eager paws.

I didn't really have the time to find out, since soon the sound of the water finished and after some random shuffling and clatter, the door opened. What was revealed was a very tall and very large Victor the Dobie, naked as...well, as naked as anyone could ever be, his whole bulk displayed nicely for me as he stood on the doorway, gazing over to me sitting on the edge of his bed. His cock was out of its sheath still, bobbing and throbbing and generally looking like to be as thick as my tail, currently tucked around my ankles as it was. That pink monster was a pleasant a sight as the rest of him combined, maybe, but that could simply be my over-sexed Rory mind talking, not the more aesthetically oriented part of my psyche.

Beauty mores aside, this man was big and he was manly and he was gonna come over to this bed right now and do naughty things with me. His shoulders were broad and his ears flicked, and he smelled of Dobie and musk and pre and sex and perhaps a hint of something soapy, if the whiff coming to my direction was to be trusted, but it all mixed up to a very pleasant Victor cocktail, much to the amusement of my nose.

I grinned and flicked my ears.

"Hey," I purred.

"Hello," the Dobie rubbed his sexy, solid belly with a paw, and my cock made an even worse mess inside my boxers at that very sight. Can't really blame it.

"Sorry that it took a bit, was thinking you'd start on your own if I took any longer," he chuckled and rumbled, much to my amusement while still leaning on the doorway like some sort of a stranger underwear model who had forgotten his underwear.

I snuffled at the sentiment and scratched my own belly as if to mimic Victor's earlier come hither gesture, letting my pads stroke over my smooth belly and the whitish furs there, slowly. It felt nice enough to purr to, it, too, and I did, softly.

"Well, if you'd given me maybe one minute more...," I smirked cheekily and flicked my ears.

Victor was moving now, his body swaying attractively while he approached his bed.

"Then I better give you a paw," the Dobie grinned.

Victor landed on the other side of the bed with associated creaking noises, kneeling down there, his knees spread broadly, his ears flicking again as he watched me from behind. I gave him a smirk over my shoulder and then climbed back to the bed, staying on my knees just like he was, my tail flicking behind. Victor's erection was curved and solid and blunt and glistening with a nice layer of pre, and it ended in that big, bobbing knot that I suspected would just barely fit into my palm, should I want to grope it especially. I think I wanted to. I, on the other paw, was probably almost dirtier a thing to look at, considering that while I wasn't showing my pink, barbed pride out in the open, it was threatening to cut through the boxers with its intense throbbing action.

For a while we just watched each other, almost as if we were sizing each other up in a wrestling ring or something super masculine like that. I bet anyone would've liked being pinned under and locked down by someone of Victor's stature, and I don't think I would be one to say no to such a thing...and I wondered how we still hadn't attacked each other with all our enthusiasm. It's not like I felt like I didn't want to...or that we were stuck...but...well...this mutual staring was definitely doing things to my already overcharged libido.

Then Victor spoke again.

"Lemme see what you're packing there, big cat," he smirked, waving a paw towards my junk.

I chuckled, sounding probably a little bit nervous, and without further ado, tugged my smelly boxers down to reveal a bouncy lion hard-on of nice proportions, long and curving to a sharp tip at seven and then some inches, the tip barely touching my belly while that cock flipped itself up to the ultimate ready position. My balls got out of their clothed prison as well, and I heard Victor rumble while he saw everything he liked to see become revealed for him to ogle at.

"Ymm...," the Dobie smirked, much to the blazing pleasure of my cheeks, as I wriggled my butt out of the acutely tightened boxers and then kicked them down past my knees and then until they dropped to the floor with a surprisingly loud "hmmph" sound that prickled my ears funnily.

Talking about pricks...Victor's eyes were hungry as he looked me up and down and his ears flicked, and my tail swished, too, smacking against one of Victor's numerous pillows on the head of the bed. Then he licked his lips.

"Can I get a taste?" Victor grinned.

My answer came in the form of me flopping down to the bed on my back, my knees spread wantonly to show off what was located between them, something that was invitingly pink and nice-smelling, I hoped. I flicked my tail and folded my arms behind my back, grinning.

Victor didn't speak either, but rather planted himself between my outstretched legs, curiously eyeing his obvious target with his big, dark eyes. His paws landed over my thighs and gripped them firmly, rumbling with the obvious enjoyment of feeling me up while his expansive frame leaned over me and nosed against my heated erection, his nosepad rubbing against my straining length and making me moan loudly.

"Uhhh...," a sound escaped from my throat while the Dobie continued his teasing, simply breathing and nosing over my cock and not actually touching it beyond that. I groaned at the simple feeling of warm air flowing over my hot flesh, tickling my numerous, highly sensitive barbs and making my legs tense as they stretched out further under Victor's touch.

"Hehe," the cheeky bastard rumbled, giving me a look over my heaving belly, before letting his tongue slither out of his maw and catch my cock from up to down, flicking over my barbs with that wet, thick muscle.

"Auhhhh...."

That slick tongue slipped over the pulsing length of my cock without any hurry, lapping a little while he seemed to be enjoying the very fact of nursing my cat boner with his lips and tongue, all the way down to my sheath. His lips caught the fuzzy fold of skin and gave it a little tug, tensing the sensitive skin even further and bringing more hot rumbles from my muzzle. My tail smacked Victor's legs beyond my own, but he didn't seem to mind, for Victor was coming back up, licking over the underside of my cock that was now exposed for all of his dirty play ideas. The big Dobie rumbled and continued licking up my boner, slowly, while his paws stroked over my twitchy thighs and kept me from trying to thrust my junk onto his face!

"Ohhh yesssshhh...," I did manage to vocalize, purring hotly between clenched teeth when I felt Victor's tongue tickle my barbs on yet another pass over my by now very wet and very leaking cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," I heard his voice affirm, and then felt fingers curl around my shaft and pull it away from my body, simply so that he could better get to it.

I purred loudly when that broad Dobie muzzle first tipped down and he took me between his lips, sucking on my shaft lightly and making a very dirty, wet sound as my flesh was teased by the Dobie's tongue and lips and the warmth of his muzzle. My tail trashed from side to side, smacking at various Victor body parts while my paws finally left from their resting position and cupped Victor's head, holding onto him lightly and considerately while he teased me vigorously. He was practically kissing my cock, suckling it between his lips and taking a couple of inches into the warmth of his maw before he pulled his head back, my barbs catching against teeth on that slow pass on my flesh. My body trembled and flexed upon the sensual teasing, making me breath faster, shallower, while Victor rumbled and sent interesting vibrations into my groin via the route that went directly through my cock. His tongue kept lapping over the tip of my cock, stroking the prickly bits while tasting more of my ample pre, now probably coating all of his tongue.

I purred, I rumbled, I stroked over Victor's ears, I let him do as he pleased while my cock throbbed in the grip of his muzzle, doing thing that were keeping the pre flowing and my balls itching. The heat grew slowly but surely, along with the increased muskiness of the bedroom air while we got more and more sweaty and sexy by the minute. My purrs increased in loudness, and I think Victor was picking on it, too, for regrettably, or maybe not, he let my cock flop free from his muzzle and then smirked, licking his lips while his thumbs rubbed my firm thighs lightly.

"Gotta say that I like desserts like this a lot," Victor rumbled, his tail wagging.

"What've you in mind now?" I let my paws fall away from his head and off to my own sides, lying back, letting him see all of my body in its aroused glory while I could freely spy the Dobie's own big cock and body, too.

"Might wanna sample it on the other end too, if you're of the mind," the Dobie seemed almost bashful when he spoke again, his voice low and sexy and hot.

My cock throbbed madly against my belly.

"How'd you want it, big guy?" I tried to sound a little bit sexy, too, and I hope it didn't sound too ridiculous.

Victor's ears flicked confidently.

"Make some room for me, would you?" he spoke with a grin.

I shuffled over to one side and watched how Victor moved forward on his knees a little before he simply curled his body down and leaned over, getting onto all fours, knees and paws, and wriggling his big rump a little as he settled comfortably, his eyes turning to me while he winked.

"Doggie style, eh?"

It took me a couple of seconds to process the sights in front of me before I managed to speak again.

"You got your stuff in the old place?" I heard myself ask.

"All stocked up," Victor grinned, not moving from his submissive posture on the bed.

"Resourceful," I commented, feeling my cock throb some more, even more madly than before.

"I'm waiting, Rory," Victor replied, looking directly at me with his big, dark eyes. "I want you."

Fucking yes.

"Sure do," I spoke, roughly, and moved on the bed so that I knelt behind the Dobie, almost like he was doing to me before, but this time I was the one between his spread knees, my eyes fixed at the double halves of that big, bouncy rump I had gotten familiar with once already, and was now planning to have a second serving on it.

I had to admit that it was a very nice ass, covered in smooth, brown fur that lightened a little while it moved over to his taint and his tailbase, those big cheeks forming a deep crevice between them. The fur was slightly damp in place and I smirked at the idea, and put my paws on either side of that rump to really feel it up. That brought a groan from Victor, and his tail wagged, briefly.

"Feeling great, Rory," Victor rumbled, and I smiled, giving his rump a couple of nice squeezes, simply because it felt so nice to feel such a thick, warm ass under my touch.

Not only that, but it also looked sexy, all smooth and round and with that cute little tail, and nestled underneath, barely visibly, was a hairy tailhole that I wanted to sink myself into, inside this big Dobie who had extraordinary enjoyment from giving up his tail for the right guy, and for now, that was none other than me, Rory the lion, who was going to tap this ass and do it all properly. I stroked up and down Victor's ass, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. My touch was light, more a light rub rather than a real massage or a rough grope, simply feeling all of his flesh and enjoying it with my purrs and my tail flicks. My cock throbbed and definitely wanted to be already pushed against that rump, but I held back, just for a little bit longer, and rubbed those broad hips some more.

"You're damn hot, you know," I rumbled, feeling like complimenting the self-conscious Dobie a little while I was clearly enjoying his body with my paws.

The Dobie tilted his head a little and caught my eyes over his shoulder, his eyes even darker than before, his breaths coming slow and deep.

"You ain't looking too bad at the moment either," he growled.

I stroked a thumb between Victor's rump cheeks, moving from his balls up along his taint and then past the fleshy crevice until I could press my fingerpad over and against that hidden muscular pucker at the base of his tail. Victor hissed and growled and I felt the muscle flex under my touch, strongly, and Victor shuffled his rump a little, obviously enjoying the treatment.

"Thanks," I smirked, teasing his bud some more with my curious finger, slowly moving around the slightly damp skin and hairs hidden in his crack.

I continued like that for a while, my spare paw rubbing Victor's ass in general while my fingers stroked his tailhole, feeling the firm muscle pulse slowly under my touch while I played with the Dobie with clear, dirty intents. My patient was pretty much used up, though, and that meant that there was really only one thing to do.

It only took me a moment to shuffle over to his nightstand and pulled open the draw to discover a tube of lube and an unopened packet of Ursoplus Catnips, complete with the familiar blue wrapper. I smirked at the sight and moved back to my earlier vantage point, that meant, within inches of that big, warm, inviting rump.

The lube opened with a necessarily loud and dirty-minded snapping sound, enabling us both to get seriously flick ears while I squeezed out a portion of the mild-smelling stuff onto my paw. I rubbed the lube between fingertips, getting the stringy lube all over them as I continued my preparations with a determined pace. Once I was happy with my paw, I brought it back between Victor's rump cheeks and spread lube over his taint and his crack, making sure that everything was nice and slick before I added just a little bit more as I prepared to go in for the kill. Victor's rumbled intensified as he felt newly lubed fingers prod and poke his pucker, and it flexed under my leathery pads, inviting me to apply further pressure with a single fingertip. We both let out a sound when I managed to wrestle my way through and into his tight behind, stroking along the rim of his tailhole and the warm walls of his back passage while I spread further lubrication where it needed to be. Our breaths became more ragged by the moment, and my cock throbbed so hard that it almost ached, and definitely would not stand much more without being sunk into somewhere that was warm and cozy, such as the rump of a certain Dobie face down in front of me.

"Fuck, just do it," Victor groaned and pushed his ass back against my two probing fingers, trying to force them deeper into himself.

How the hell could he sound so wanton without sounding slutty in the least, I did not know, but the message for my muddled brain and my cock was clear. I gave my fingers a little wriggle before I pulled them out of the pleasantly growling Dobie and grabbed one of the flimsy packages from the bed. I still had enough clarity of mind left to roll that thin sheet of plastic over my straining cock and tug that firm ring of plastic right to the edge of my sheath to make sure it would not slip. Thus armored, knightly Rory was ready to go, and I told Victor as much, by simply grabbing his hips and shoved my hips forward. I growled deeply and throatily, my cock pushed against that warm crack, hugged by those hot ass cheeks. I gave him a few dry thrusts, just to tell him what I had in store for him and what my hips could do. I hissed at the intense feeling, hot and bothered, and obviously with very little patience, when I was so damn close to my target.

"Here we go," I hissed between clenched teeth, using my paw to guide myself into place.

Victor simply growly and pushed his ass back some more and tilted his hips for the best angle to get into the action. My cocktip brushed into his taint and pushed against Victor's lubed hole, wet muscle meeting my sheathed cock. My sharp tip nudged against that still closed opening, I gripped the Dobie's hips firmly and thrust.

Damn right...

With only two or three little shoves, I overtook any Dobie defenses that might persist and slipped my cock right through that clenching, hot pucker and forcing my way into the thick-walled cavity of Victor's tight rump. His body gripped on me, firmly, and the huge man underneath me grunted at the feeling of being pierced by a slightly curved, well-lubed lion cock making its way past his tialhole and into his body. I grunted deeply, feeling Victor's body undulate while I was still moving, slowly, until my balls pressed over to the Dobie's own and we were finally fully joined by the hip.

My paws moved slowly along Victor's back, feeling him up while his muscles rippled as he took my weight over as I leaned on him, my hips pressed flush to his, though that did not remain the state of things for long. I wanted to rut, and that I did, starting a nice rhythm while I poised myself over the Dobie's upturned rump, using my weight as an extra force behind my thrusts into Victor's tight innards. He was hardly passive, like the first time, always rippling, always moving, teasingly squeezing down on me, making it harder to bury myself back into him on my in-thrusts, and then resisting while I tried to pull back on the out-stroke. My claws raked across his back, not really leaving marks, but definitely felt, for Victor's growls only intensified and got harder the faster I kept my hips moving.

Our balls smacked together with each thrust, aggravated by Victor's insistent pushing of his ass back to my humping motion. My barbs raked through Victor's tailhole and his back passage with increasing tempo, teasing his innards without forgetting to twist my hips at the just right to make sure that I poked his sensitive prostate on each inwards thrust. My breaths were practically foaming as I humped Victor's ass again and again, hugging onto his hips with my knees while I dominantly rode his ass and did it hard and fast, the way we had done it before and that was fine for both. My breaths were broken by purrs, and Victor's loud, rumbling grunts were music to my ears, to use such an expression, but I wasn't really about to start judging them, all I cared was that we were having fun, and even if we were sweaty and breathless and my cock made a dirty plunging slurping sound whenever I reamed his rump deeply, it was good, and it was great, and I felt alive.

I don't think it was a surprise than considering the amount of foreplay and the pure arousal, neither of us really lasted very long. Victor's rump pushed up a little bit more when his posture changed due to him pushing his right paw down under himself to grab his bouncing cock and begin to jerk himself off while I still kept going on his vulnerable, open ass. I heard a few extra grunts and then his body began to squeeze on me hard.

"Fuuuuck..."

I don't think he could have put it any better than that, and it only became more clear when his breaths were replaced by growls, and the air exploded with an even hotter musk when he began to cum under us both, shooting cum out of his still jerked cock.

"Ahhhhrrrr....," I growled and purred loudly, crashing down on the Dobie's back with all of my bulk to reach his neck for a bite, my cock massaged by Victor's innards so intently that there was nothing left for me to do except to ride it out and just let myself spend myself.

I held onto his heaving frame, my hips still moving in a jerking motion while my cock twitched and shot its creamy load into Victor's ass, my paws gripping his shoulders even while I held a patch of his skin between my teeth, keeping up both growling hard and loud. Victor's bulky body trembled, and I shook, too, my balls were on fire, and the musk surrounding us both almost overwhelmed my senses while I kept myself close to Victor's body, his warmth, him...

It can't have lasted for more than a minute at most, but nonetheless, we were a panting heap of lion and Dobie by the time we were finished, Victor collapsed on his side, me still halfway on top of him. My cock had slipped out of him and was now pressed against Victor's thigh, smearing a slickness over the otherwise pristine furs there. My cock still pulsed occasionally, but was no longer adding to the thick load that filled the condom to the brim.

"Huhh..." I huffed.

"Uhhhhhhh...," Victor groaned, his breaths so have and hot that they ruffled my mane a little.

I held him close, leaning against him, still enjoying our contact while I held onto him, firmly and warmly, nuzzling Victor's shoulder while we both tried to catch our breaths. My tail coiled itself around us both, as something of an extra contact, and my paws still held firmly to Victor's body, making sure he would not escape, even if that seemed like a very uncertain possibility.

Victor tilted his head up a little and gave me a slightly weary look, though he was smiling, lightly, and one of his ears flicked.

"Damn..." he exclaimed softly, under his breath.

"Heheh," I chuckled, and leaned over to kiss him, lapping over his slick lips with my tongue once I was done with the almost pecked kiss.

"Having fun with the date, Rory?" Victor shuffled a little so that I could better lie against him, now resting my chest to his, and moving slightly so that we were better cuddled up together.

"I think I am," I smirked, my breaths still half-purrs.

"Good to hear that," the Dobie smiled in return.

I rubbed my paw over Victor's arm and yawned quickly, clearing my throat with a load rumble. Victor's own slick, cum-stained cock pressed against my belly now, and I remembered by still covered cock and how that hard length pushed over Victor's thigh.

"Have been to worse dates," I chuckled a little.

So have I," Victor's paw rubbed over my back, slowly, feeling me up and obviously enjoying it, for he rumbled, and pressed a little more intently over my back.

"Consider us lucky," I snuffled, feeling a little bit tired after my ball-busting orgasm.

"Yep," Victor flicked his ears against the thick pillow under his head.

I rested my chin against Victor's chest and smiled softly, keeping eye contact with him while we slowly relaxed and were starting to come down from the sexual high we had reached together. I felt warm, and cozy, and didn't even need a duvet over myself, yet, despite the slight sheen of sweat covering my lean body currently rested over Victor.

"Heheh," I rumbled again.

BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!

Earth-shattering noise coursed to my ears from somewhere beyond the bedroom.

BANG!-BANG!-BANG!-BANG!

My ears flattened and my eyes widened, and a quick glimpse to Victor's face showed that he was reacting in a similar way, his whole body tensing underneath me.

"What the hell...," Victor rumbled, his face knitting into a deep scowl.

DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DONG!!!!

Now someone was hitting the doorbell rapidly, not even letting it finish donging before another ding coursed through the musk-filled air of the bedroom and hit our senses as an annoyingly shrill noise.

BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!

"VICTOR YOU THERE?" a voice bellowed, deep, muffled by the door of the apartment, still loud enough to make me shiver a little, over my spine and down the base of my tail.

Victor tensed.

"Victor..." I whispered huskily.

"VICTOR? VICTOR! HEY! YOU IN THERE?" the unseen voice continued, followed by some more banging on the door that was probably having hard time staying on is hinges.

The Dobie's ears flattened and I saw his muzzle open in a deep groan.

"Oh my fucking God...." he growled.

My tail lashed sharply and I got up to kneel on the bed, my heart starting to hammer.

"Victor, what's going on?" I asked, my eyes still wide.

"Cobb..." Victor whispered.

**BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!

"VICTOR HOLDEN YOU OLD QUEER COME ON UP AND OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW YOU LOUSY FAGGOT OR YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT!"**

My blood ran cold.

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TO BE CONTINUED AS "SEASON TWO", COMING ON SOFURRY IN THE NEAR FUTURE!

And here's a temporary end to an intensive ride of 28 chapters - amazing, isn't it? I can't really believe this story has gone on that long yet, but I assure you everyone, this is but a beginning!

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Cheerio!

EDIT: http://www.sofurry.com/view/277633 <--- Season 2 starts here!