I'm Still With The Hockey Hunk - SEASON 2 PREMIERE!

Story by Gruffy on SoFurry

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#1 of Hockey Hunk Season 2

Second season of Hockey Hunk launches off!


Hello, and welcome to the second season of my ongoing series, "I'm With the Hockey Hunk"!

If you're not familiar with Hockey Hunk, then you should know that it is a series of mine, featuring a lion who observes his daily life, his love life, his thoughts, his work, and everything strange that happens around us every day! Here's links to the season finale of the first installment, plus to the very first chapter that began it all!

First chapter:

http://beta.sofurry.com/view/238356

http://www.sofurry.com/?pid=238356

Season 1 finale, "Back Back There" (Includes smut)

http://beta.sofurry.com/view/261572

http://www.sofurry.com/?pid=261572

Don't forget to fave up this first chapter, for it begins a new story series independent of the first season, and it'll be easier to track things up ; )

_ EDIT: some corrections to the story were suggested by friendly Tank Jaeger, a great author in his own right :)_

http://beta.sofurry.com/user/view/profile?id=7963

http://tank-jaeger.sofurry.com/

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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 a 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.

Someone fisted the door again, hard enough, it sounded like, to almost tear it off its hinges.

I knelt there, frozen, my heart hammering in my chest, painfully, and to make it even more discriminating, I still had a slowly wilting erection, covered in a messy, cum-filled condom.

My mind raced through the possibilities at breakneck speed. Insane ex? Neighbors? A Victor stalker? Random gay basher? The Gay Strangler? The CIA? My tail humped the bed, my nerves wrecked, my heart hammering, my eyes fixed on Victor and his scowling face and flat ears. He had sat up on the bed and stared at the door to the living room.

The room smelled of sex.

"VICTOR! YOU OUT THERE? HEY YOU!" the voice bellowed.

My paws trembled against my thighs.

"Victor..." I whispered, barely able to speak.

The Dobie didn't answer.

"Victor...," I repeated, my voice coming up a notch in intensity.

BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!

"Victor, should we call 911?" I managed to blurt out of my maw, my eyes already searching the floor for my clothes and my phone...perhaps the door would hold long enough for the cops to arrive.

Such a hopeful thought, that.

"VICTOR, YOU RUMP RANGER, YOU THERE? HEY! HEY! I'M HERE!"

That fucking voice went on again, all too loud and clear despite the fact that we had two closed doors and three walls between me and Victor and the disembodied, taunting voice.

I started to crawl out of the bed.

"I'm calling the police," I husked, on the move.

Victor's paw reached out quickly and grabbed my wrist, firmly. I bared my teeth, instinctively, my most primal senses hyperactive under the distress. I hissed at him, and I felt my furs spike on the back of my neck, behind my mane.

I must've been scowling like a wildcat at him.

Victor's hold was firm as he looked at me, his face twisted in worry and annoyance, and some anger, I think.

"No...," he whispered between his clenched teeth. "Please, Rory..."

"He's fucking gonna kill us!" I grunted in return, trying to yank my paw free so that I could get to my phone.

Victor wouldn't let go.

"Rory, please, let me handle this," the Dobie spoke seriously, holding my gaze firmly.

My ears flattened even further than before.

"Do you know who's there?" I spoke, quickly.

"I DIDN'T COME ALL THE WAY HERE FOR NOTHING YOU FAGGOT! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

That fucking voice again, sending all my sensibilities into disarray, causing me to bare my claws at Victor of all furs, turning me into a beastly creature of instinct, not the usually reserved lion you'd know me to be. I was panting, my heart raced, my belly clenched, my tail wouldn't stay still...on the fight or flight response scale, I felt like fighting.

I'd protect myself and Victor, I knew that much, whatever I needed to do, I would.

More banging rattled my brain.

"Victor!" I repeated.

"Yes," Victor still looked at me intently. "And there's only one way to deal with this and...ohh fuck..."

The Dobie rubbed the back of his neck with his free paw and shook his head, briefly.

"Jesus Christ...," he muttered.

He wasn't doing any good for my irked instincts.

"Victor, if you don't tell me what's going on I'm gonna call the cops, whatever you say."

The Dobie squeezed on my wrist again, almost hard enough for it to be painful. My teeth were bared again, and I saw a hint of Victor's too, when he gave me an ugly look.

"It's...it's Cobb...he's not here to kill me...just to torment me," he spoke quickly.

That didn't sound any better.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I hissed.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Victor let go of my paw and got up off the bed, causing it to creak. He stood there, cock hanging limply out of his sheath, and looked at me, still flat-eared and scowling.

"Look, the only way we'll get out of this is that I'm going out there to meet him, and you...well...I don't think I'm gonna be able to hide you from Cobb, so I think you ought to get dressed," he spoke quickly.

I gave him a disbelieving look.

"What the hell is this?" I spoke, feeling the anger bubbling under my relatively composed surface, still irked by the foul language emanating from beyond.

"I'll try to explain it soon, please," Victor walked over to a dresser by the wall and opened the top drawer.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Victor growled.

"He's fucking gonna bash that door down if I don't go there soon," he snorted as he pulled out a can of antiperspirant spray.

Victor opened the metal can and sprayed himself under his arms, then tossed the can over so that it landed next to me on the bed. I hissed at the sudden projectile, staring at the Dobie with disbelief in my eyes.

"Victor..." I pleaded again.

"Use that before you put on your clothes, otherwise he'll smell the fucking and it'll make things much much worse," Victor moved over to his large dressing cabinet and picked up his familiar blue bathrobe that was on a coat hanger, placed over the edge of the cabinet.

I watched how he slipped into his robe and pulled the belt over his belly, hiding his slowly diminishing arousal from my distressed eyes. The air now reeked of the mysterious synthetic nonspecific bad smell of the spray he had applied on himself seconds before.

"Victor..."

"Please hurry, Rory, please," Victor gave his arm a sniff and then disappeared into the living room, leaving me alone.

Oh fucking hell...

I just realized that I was kneeling on a sex-smelling bed in a room where I had just had ball-busting butt sex with the hunky Dobie, moments before Victor's place had become assaulted by some homophobe banging on his door as hard as I'd been banging the Dobie's ass. I had just been told to get dressed by the same Dobie, now gone to meet this assailant, whoever he was, and I was stuck there, with a condom-covered cock and no clothes on me.

Clothes...

Fuck!!!!

I wanted to yell after Victor, to remind him that half of our clothes were thrown all over the living room floor, dropped wherever they fell when we practically tore them off each other, but I was cut short by that fucking booming voice again, louder than ever now that the front door was presumably open.

"VICTOR HOLDEN YOU BASTARD HOW ARE YOU??"

My battle instincts flared again, and I snarled at the bedroom wall, without any other targets to scowl at. My body jittered, still hunched in that kneeling position, and I felt that I was frozen, unable to move. I hated feeling so helpless, even if Victor had given me the order to get dressed and ready...for what, I did not know.

"GREAT TO SEE YOU TOO VICTOR!"

I heard a muffled sound which I presumed to be Victor speaking at the mysterious Cobb, but since I only heard the other fur's side of the conversation due to his constant bellowing, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"WELL I THOUGHT I'D GIVE YOU A NICE BIG SURPRISE!"

Surprise alright...fuck...fuck...fuck...

More muffled speech from Victor, I think, and then that loud voice continued.

"WOW, WHAT'S THIS! GEEZZ MAN!"

Oh crap...

That must've been the loud-muzzled one noticing the clothes on the living room floor...it can't have been anything else.

"HAHAHAHAAH, CONGRATS, MAN!"

Oh my fucking Christ...was the voice now congratulating Victor????

I heard shuffling from the living room and for one mad moment, I thought that whoever had assaulted Victor's place might burst through the door at any point now, to find me on the bed, naked and sex-covered.

I yanked the cum-filled condom away and hissed at the feeling of friction over my sensitive flesh. I tossed the offending plastic thing over to the nightstand and thoughtlessly stroked my paw over the sheets of the bed to get rid of any residual cum and lube. The smell of cum and sex became even stronger, and it was everywhere, stuck on the sheets, the bed, the air, my furs.

"GOOD TO HEAR THAT EVEN A GUY AS UGLY AS YOU GETS LAID! OR IS IT JUST SO EASY FOR YOU RUMP RANGERS?"

My ears flattened heavily at the spewed out obscenities, robbing me of any semblance of calm I had tried to acquire after my outburst of violent impulses and near on panic. Why did that fur had to shout so loudly? Why was he here at all? How did Victor know him?

Why was he a fucking idiot?"

"HEHEH, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!"

What the fuck...?

I decided that staying there butt naked was not the best option in this situation, especially if I'd still have to make an escape from Victor's apartment, and thus, I hurried to get my boxers on, followed by my shirt and my pants from the floor. They smelled of the gathered scent of food and the many furs who had shared the restaurant with us earlier, and that was a relief...at least something there to cover the scent of sex.

I had already buttoned my shirt when I realized that I had forgotten the spray Victor gave to me. I cursed under my breath and promptly proceeded to spray myself OVER my shirt, for whatever good that might do. I almost coughed at the sharp scent now assaulting my senses, and it caused my tail to droop down limply between my legs, disheartened by the olfactory experience. Well, at least I was no so rank with that stuff that you wouldn't know that I'd been having sex and cummed only moments before...my cock had also finally withdrawn into its sheath and as such, my pants were mercifully unbulging.

"THINGS WERE LOOKING PRETTY GOOD OVER THERE SO I DECIDED WHAT THE HELL AND JUST JUMPED ON THE TRAIN AND HERE I AM!"

The voice had continued his one-sided discussion with Victor, well, one-sided for me, and by now I had learned that he probably should've been coming later, instead of appearing here in the middle of the night on a random Friday. I still had no idea of who that loud, bad-muzzled fur was, but something in that voice kept my skin prickling and my claws out of my paws, ready for what, that I didn't know either.

I snorted at the rank scent upon myself again and then just stood there, still, staring at the door while my heart bounced nervously. I tried to force myself to calm down, breathing rhythmically, trying to get my wits back together, but felt harder than it probably should have been. I still was in total darkness in regards to what was going on behind the closed door of the bedroom, but as far as I understood, nobody had been mugged or stabbed yet, so at least my earlier fears of immediate throat slashing in the paws of a mad assaulter had been proven mercifully wrong.

"HOW WOULD'VE I KNOW THAT YOU'D HAVE SOME COMPANY, VICTOR?"

The voice didn't sound too angry, even if he was shouting, all too loudly.

"WELL IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A SURPRISE THEN! COME ON, MAN!"

I heard a fleshy smack that made my body jump into alertness again. Was that a strike? A punch? A kick? Had Victor decked the loud bastard? Had Victor been hit?

"OKAY, OKAY, I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE CALLED..."

I decided that hiding here indefinitely might not be an option, and crept over to the bedroom door. I tilted my head and pressed an ear against the door, trying to hear what was going on.

"...you very well should have, Cobb," I could finally hear Victor again, muffled, but legible.

"AWWW, DON'T DO THAT FACE, WHAT WOULD YOUR ONE NIGHT STAND THINK?"

"...it's not a one-night-stand, Cobb," I could hear Victor speak, and felt a strange sense of pride for that.

"DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE DATING SOME DUDE AGAIN, EWWWW, MAN!"

I scowled upon the weird exclamation and felt another burst of anger in my belly. Who the fuck was this fur to talk like that to Victor, the Dobie who had done absolutely nothing wrong, whatever it was that the voice was offended with.

"We're not dating," Victor replied, truthfully.

That much was right.

"FREE LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP?"

I heard a deep rumble that could only be interpreted as Victor's displeasure upon the intruder's words.

"If you want to think of it like that, don't mind yourself, Cobb."

Victor sounded almost disinterested, from whatever I could make of his actual tone through the muffling effect of that door separating me from the other room.

"WELL I GOTTA MIND MYSELF, HEH."

"You better should," now Victor definitely sounded annoyed, "it's after midnight!"

Saturday the fourteenth...it didn't have the same echoing feeling of terror you got from Friday the thirteenth, but for me, now...stuck there in the bedroom, barricaded there by Victor's words and the fact that our date was now ruined for good, it made no difference. I felt awfully powerless and helpless, even if there wasn't any immediate danger to my safety, or so it seemed - well, I was about 90% convinced that I was safe, but that ten percent was more than enough to keep my claws out and my instincts at full standby alarm, ready to lash out against dangers, mainly the source of that dark voice. I was curious to see what the speaker looked like, and more importantly, to get to know who the fuck that fur was, coming here like that. Victor obviously was in familiar terms with him, judging by the argument-like conversation still emanating from beyond.

"WELL IT WAS THE QUICKEST TRAIN I COULD GET HERE!"

"You should have phoned."

"IT WOULD'VE RUINED THE SURPRISE! HOW WOULD YOU'VE DEALT WITH MY SURPRISE PRESENTS IF YOU'D KNOWN I WAS COMING?"

I heard strange rustling and clinking from the living room, likely made by the mystery intruder, to indicate his "surprise presents".

"I didn't need any present, and I was expecting you to come next week, Cobb, you know we had agreed on that."

"YOU'RE STILL SHOWING A REMARKABLY SOUR FACE COMPARED TO HOW EAGER YOU SOUNDED TO SEE ME WHEN WE TALKED ON THE PHONE!"

So Victor knew that this Cobb was coming...but he'd gone AWOL and done it behind Victor's back and come here earlier than they had planned...now this was getting even more curious. Was it a friend? A relative? A lay who was supposed to come over next week, on the weekend AFTER Victor's date with me? Did he have several guys going around, on a strict schedule? The idea made no sense, and the odd voice, too, made absolutely little sense, in his fractured comments.

"I arranged my things thinking about next weekend, not this one, Cobb."

At least Victor sounded relatively calm now.

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I BARGED IN ON YOUR SAUSAGE FEST HERE, BUT I DIDN'T MEAN TO CAUSE YOU ANY TROUBLE, YOU KNOW THAT!"

The voice didn't sound very calm.

Victor huffed loud enough to be heard behind the door, and I wondered whether he had bared his teeth upon the yet another round of inappropriate comments made by the voice.

"Whatever you meant, you did come in at a pretty interesting time, Cobb."

The dark voice chuckled roughly.

"YEAH, WALKING IN ON YOU IS ABOUT AS FUN AS IT EVER HAS BEEN."

Victor definitely growled again.

"Come on, it's not like that has really ever happened...unlike the reversal."

"WELL I BET THAT WALKING IN ON ME DOING IT IN THE PUSSY IS LESS TRAUMATIC THAN WATCHING YOU DO WHATEVER YOU DO TO GET YOUR ROCKS OFF."

"Cobb..."

Victor's voice sounded like a groan again.

"THINKING ABOUT THAT...UHH...HELL, NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT THAT, BUT THINKING ABOUT THE OTHER PARTY IN GENERAL...WELL...WHATEVER YOU CALL THE OTHER PARTY...I SERIOUSLY DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT WHO'S PITCHING OR CATCHING, BUT WHATEVER, WHERE'RE YOU HIDING THE LUCKY GUY? WHY ARE YOU HIDING HIM ANYWAY?"

"Cobb, that has nothing to do with you. Rory and I..."

"HEH, RORY, THAT'S A GOOD NAME! WHAT WAS THAT TIGER YOU USED TO HUMP CALLED? ISMAIL? ISAAC?"

"For fuck's sake!" Victor's voice was a low grunt.

"IS HE NAKED HERE SOMEWHERE? IN THE BEDROOM?"

Oh fucking please no...

"HEY THERE, COME RIGHT OUT! HEHEHEHEHEHE! COME OUT, GET IT!?"

Then the door was pulled open and I stared into a pair of wild eyes that were only inches away from my own wide ones.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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And thus we've launched the second season of Hockey Hunk. I'd love to hear what you think about it, so keep those comments coming in!

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